#what is this the malaria of colds??

[neosatsuma]

I've had some kind of insane cyclical cold since Christmas and it's decimating me again. send me silly little things to draw if u want

[yannasuniverse]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Paige Bueckers x oc!Amira smith

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Amira and Paige have been dating for a while now. Amira has a really bad addiction to weed and alcohol due to past trauma and anxiety. Amira had promise Paige that she would stop after she has expressed her concern for Amir health. One day Paige comes to Amira dorm after practice only to find Amira Breaking the promise making Paige end the relationship leaving both her and Amira heartbroken.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Weed, achool, Crying, cussing if there’s any grammar that needs to be fixed let me know!

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬!: This part is set when Amira and Paige are juniors in College this is important to know.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚: Don’t worry guys I change the name I didn’t know malaria was a disease😭. This is probably gonna be a two-part story or three part I really don’t know yet.

“Amira what the fuck are you doing?!”

Amira jump at the sudden burst heart dropping to her stomach, Her chest tight as she felt Paige’s foot  steps come closer to her.

“Paige baby look it’s not what it look like-” She started, but was cut off by Paige slapping the blunt out of her hand. Amira look up at Paige who was now standing over her with a pain look on her face.

Paige look around the room, bottles of tequila scattered around the room the room reeked of smoke.

“I thought you said you quit?” Paige said tears welling in her eyes, betrayal filled her voice as she squat down, grabbing Amira face making sure she was looking at her.

“I did am just-” “Bullshit” Amira red eyes look at Paige’s blue eyes, Amira could feel the dispontment raiding off of her.

Paige got up, letting out of a sigh running her hands over her face, Amira eyes watch her ever movement. It was silent for a bit only Paige soft sinfles could be heard. Amira felt guilty. She felt guilty before— but not this bad she let down the only girl who actually really loved her. She could only watch not knowing what to do.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Her words made Amira world stop, Amira jump up, her whole body hot as she try to make her way to Paige but failing miserably as she end up on the floor.

Tears rolled down both of their faces as the stared at each, daring to break eye contact “Baby please don’t leave me, I’ll stop-” Amira said, chocking out sob, holding the bad frame for support as she tried to get up.

Paige could only stare at her girlfriend current state, her heart was beating out of her chest as she watch Amira struggle. Walking over to Amira bending down to her. Paige hot skin came in contact with Amira cold skin. Amira instantly wrap her arms around Paige starting to sob in Paige’s shoulder cause her shirt to be wet.

She could only hold onto her tightly afraid to let go, Knowing once she let go she would be gone. Paige began to whisper soft sweet nothings into Amira’s ear to calm her. Her heart broke seeing Amir like this but she knew she had to let her go. She couldn’t deal with the lying, the promise’s— She just couldn’t.

Looking down hear the sobs quiet down, Amir had fell asleep due to cry to much. Paige pick’s her up carefully, placing her onto her bed. Putting one of Amira many blanket’s on her.

“Bye Amira, Just know I’ll was love you and I’ll be waiting for you” She said, with love in her voice but with a bit of sadnesses.

Giving Amir one last look before walking out. That’s what finally made her broke down, The tears started to pour down her face. Sliding down the door bring her legs towards her body, Hugging herself to feel Comfort. 

She felt so cold without Amira, Her head hurt knowing that you and her were over for good.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @ashortyluvsports @paigeluvvr @pinkyqily @starlighttsv @jadasogay @niya500 @remythemousechef @chapellroanenthusiast @r24blog Some if y’all acc didn’t show but I just put the people who said yes to me writing this!

[boyakishan]

Alien: I'm going out!

Human: why?

Alien: well, it's frankly stuffy-

Human: it's going to rain in *sniffs air* half an hour?

Alien: but. It's not even cloudy.

Human: yeah. You're here in the tropics. Remember?

Alien: ... You're being ridiculous. Back on my planet, the rains are big and heavy.

Human: same here, those are monsoon rains though. What I smell is your standard shower. [Tropics people, y'know what I mean by shower].

Alien: it won't be that bad.

Human: bring the light jacket and hat.

Alien: I won't need it!

Twenty minutes later:

Human: told you.

Alien: how is this standard rain.

Human: welcome to the jungle. It'll be gone in anywhere between. 8 hours to ten minutes.

Alien: what?

Human: doesn't smell that thick. So... Ten minute range.

Alien: ... I thought you were Australian.

Human: I thought I told you I was also from the tropics. Also, Australia's even worse. There the rain can go for a week, to a minute.

Alien: ....

Human: not to mention it's COLD.

Alien: what?

Human: now get in, you're gonna contract malaria or some shit.

Alien: what??

Human: Doesn't matter, get in before you explode like a water balloon.

[rrr-is-gay]

Okay, I know it’s a mosquito net, but there’s something so gay about Ram’s bed canopy, especially with all the romantic, boudoir-style closeup shots that happen around it.

Honestly, Ram’s entire flat looks like some kind of Oscar Wilde level gay dandy professor homo bookworm heaven. No straight man can interior decorate like this!

It just makes me appreciate the attention to detail in RRR. This set was lovingly built and furnished to deepen the viewer’s understanding of Ram, and I feel like that’s something that’s totally gone in modern Hollywood. So many residential sets in American movies are sparse, minimalist, cold, clinical, barren. This set feels so much more REAL! It’s warm, lived in, and it tells me a lot about the man who occupies it. It’s not only more beautiful to look at, it’s more useful to the characterization. ESPECIALLY when you contrast it with Bheem’s intro sequence, what his home looks like. You can really feel how differently the two men had been living before they met in the middle.

Take this shot of Bheem sat comfortably on the floor while Ram stays in his wooden chair. This tells me SO MUCH about Ram’s internalized colonization and Bheem’s enduring connection to his roots.

And this shot of Bheem lovingly gazing at Ram asleep at his desk, with that tiny moment of confusion as Bheem tries to understand the words printed on the pages that surround him. The messy set is essential to my understanding of their dynamic! There are things which consume Ram that Bheem cannot understand.

Back to the canopy: Why is this shot so fucking sexy???? The intimate lighting, the delicate, diaphanous quality of the canopy and how it softens Bheem’s features… The camera treats this canopy like a wedding veil, not a functional mosquito net. It brings us into Ram’s bed with Bheem in such an erotic way… I fucking cannot get over it!!!!!

Anyway, I love Ram, I love his gay flat, and I love his mosquito net princess bed canopy. Fighting malaria AND serving interior design? You love to see it!

[lemurlord]

In defense of the Siberia Dimension

To preface this likely very controversial text, I will say that I am Ukrainian, so the memes about the Siberian gulags is slightly more than just memes to me. Was I kinda pissed at that proceeding. Yes. Still, I felt like some of your people's takes were mighty uncharitable, so here this is.

It is important to understand that the Siberia Dimension was not an idea formed and executed in a vacuum. Rather, as a consequence and result of the Prison Takeover fiasco, which once again reminded of the simple fact: parahumans are a resource. And a great collection of morally flexible parahumans incarcerated in a singular insular location, ready to swear allegiance to whoever frees them, before we even factor in Master powers? We've seen what happened. Or almost happened.

But you need to keep these assholes somewhere. The obvious solution is to divide and compartmentalise, but holding them at police station is an untenable position at best, as demonstrated by the Hollow Point faction.

Hence, the Siberia Dimension, Birdcage's daughter. Born out of the same necessity to contain human weapon. A shitty, cruel, flawed option, but the only one that won't immediately collapse on itself liek a house of cards. Sure, stranding someone in a winter forest with some supplies is a shitty move, but it prevents both a malicious actor taking control of a bunch of villains at once, and chains the prisoner to their location. And cold is much either for the authorities to help with than malaria on a deserted tropical island, I imagine.

Also, if we need to shit on something, let's shit on the original prison. What do you mean those guys didn't have a single parahuman-or-equivalent threat of their own? Dragon didn't bother to park one shitty mech in general proximity of the massive point of interest for every dickhead with delusions of world domination? Absolute clownage.

[idontknowreallywhy]

WIP Not Wednesday But An Out of the Blue Comment on an Old Fic Made Something Happen On The Train time…

Perhaps the beginnings of a Bearded Ch 4… (because obviously my brain saw “3/3 Complete” and though hahahaha nooo)

If you haven’t read Bearded be warned this is angsty malaria-ridden POW Scott but I might be about to get him rescued…

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It had all gone very quiet.

Not the strange underwater-quality of quiet he’d been experiencing for days, almost as though the perpetual darkness that was now the sum total of his visual world was leaking into his auditory one.

No… no this was Quiet. Not just muffled noises but no noises.

None at all.

Had he lost his hearing altogether? He felt a surge of panic break through the eerie calm that seemed to smother his exhausted mind each time the fever dipped for a few hours. What if he couldn’t hear Virgil play anymore? Or little Alan’s giggle? He tried to remember the sound of his tiny brother’s laughter and encountered a frosted glass wall behind which the memory crouched. Scott reached for it… he could remember the feeling… but not the sound. No! No!!! He couldn’t lose that too!

A broken cry echoed off the walls of the tiny, unfamiliar cell.

Wait.

That was sound. He heard that!

The relief was quickly shoved aside by the terror. They might have heard!

He held his breath and waited but nobody came.

Of course… the door was solid and there were no windows here. He’d begun to curse the small barred hole near the ceiling of his old cell for the cold draft that sliced through it but now… he felt the loss of that glimpse of sky like an open wound.

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(Eventual chapter here)

[mercurygray]

I will be all over it if there's Dr Huston fic with Vivian, fyi.

For those of you just tuning in to the broadcast, Vivian Arsenault is one of my Pacific OCs; she's a nurse who's been imprisoned on Bataan and her sister, Laura, appears in The Darkening Sky.

I wish I had a more concrete idea for this, George, I really do!

Vivian's time as a POW is such a important part of how she functions as a character, and so taking her out of that timeline leaves this kind of...weird hole, in her backstory. Was she at Pearl Harbor, at Hickam Field? Recalled from Corregidor with a really bad case of malaria? Part of her backstory is that she was and has been in the middle of things and now isn't ...quite able to be in the middle of things any more.

Which works really well for the flak house, right?

If she's been invalided out of the Nurse Corps, maybe joining the Red Cross is...the next best thing. (I don't know how she'll deal with malaria in England, where it is cold, but that's what whump is for, right?) They assign her to the flak house knowing that she's not up to Clubmobile work, with her condition, and she throws herself into this the same way she throws herself into everything. (Her sister's still nursing, right? And her brother is still on a tank crew. She can't let her family down, not when her little siblings are still doing so much) And into this comes Dr. Adam Huston, flight surgeon with the 96th bomb group, assigned here himself as a matter of rehabilitation. They can share stories they'd rather not share with anyone else and he can cuddle her through malarial chills and they can make out a little in a hallway or something.

"Adam..." "Shhh, it's theraputic." "For me?" "No, for me. Now, stop talking."

[cbk1000]

I had a very worrying conversation yesterday with a friend who works in community health regarding the immediate stop-orders on USAid and PEPFAR which is causing all kinds of chaos for them and their patients. The hospital I work for also sent out mass communication today saying basically that funds are being redirected to ensure the patients' ARV cycles aren't interupted (which would obviously have caused greater harm), but that the overall situation is being 'closely monitored' and that they'll release the results from impact assessments soon.

Surely sudden and complete mass withdrawal of funding for regimen drugs / treatment essentials without recourse should be considered an act of (at least attempted) genocide?

Yes, I was just reading about this the other day. That motherfucker stopped aid that was already allocated from going out, which is the height of cartoon villainhood. It's shitty enough to say, 'We're not sending any more funding, who cares if foreign babies die of malaria'; it reaches new levels of 'can't wait till all those Big Macs finally catch up with your arteries' to stop funding that we've already committed to. Also, you'd think even this admin could see the importance in working toward global AIDS epidemic control, but of course, AIDS is just the gay disease if you ask them, so who cares.

I want a journalist to put his feet to the fire and give him the statistics on how many millions of lives PEPFAR has saved and ask what possible benefit it could have for America to ensure vulnerable people die in other countries (including infants) with no warning for them or plans to help them transition to other sources of funding. He'll just poop his diaper and scream about how mean the media is to him, but voters need to be confronted over and over again with who they voted for. His actions will kill people, period. Some of his voters will just be like, 'Who cares; the people dying are foreign and probably brown', but some of them are fucking morons who voted for him because he said, 'economy bad; I will fix it immediately with my beautiful, perfect tariffs.'

Oh, and the plane crash that just happened in D.C., which is the worst commercial aviation accident on U.S. soil in 16 years--he blamed that on 'DEI' in a press conference instead of just giving his condolences to everyone who lost someone and saying investigations are underway. Straight to, 'A MINORITY must have done it!!!' before the bodies are even cold.

I can't even begin to articulate my absolute contempt for him as a human being, let alone a leader.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 3- The Letter

Summary: The US Navy had fled allowing the Japanese control of the sea, leaving the marines to fight the battle for Guadalcanal alone. They were vastly undersupplied, and many were on the verge of starvation and some at the mercy of malaria. As thousands of Japanese reinforcements poured onto the island, Kate, Blanche, and the boys were strafed and bombed relentlessly. It was during these harsh times Kate found herself becoming closer to the guys and in a constant state of worry when Hoosier isn't where she could hear or see him. 

A/N: Mature audience, BillHoosierSmithx!FemMedic, WW2, OC/Kate Danaher, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO The Pacific References, Mentions/Descriptions of Death, Blood, Weaponry, Smoking, 💚Very small Band of Brothers cameo quote…if you blink you might miss it💚

Story takes place Episode 2 Basilone Chapters 1-5

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real Marines the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction* 

~~~~~~~ 

Guadalcanal 

September 1942 

“What’s wrong with him?” Sgt Stone asked Kate while she kneeled over a young marine. 

She had been holding a thermometer to the man’s mouth, and when she removed it, it read 105. 

“His temp is 105. He’s clammy and sweating bullets but says he feels cold-has to be malaria, sarge.” Kate finalized with a frown. 

Sgt Stone shook his head, “He’s the fifth marine to catch this shit.” 

“He won’t survive here if he stays. I don’t have anything to treat him with since that cruiser sank with all the supplies we needed.”  

Sgt Stone nodded, “I’ll try to arrange for transport if it’s available. We’re pretty much on our own out here.” 

Kate nodded, “I’ll do what I can for him, sir.”  

~~~~~~~ 

H Company was due to push forward the following day upon hearing D Company making contact with the enemy some 15 miles ahead. The men were instructed to police their gear to be ready by 0500 the next morning for the convoy. Around sunset, Hoosier scavenged beyond the camp for anything palatable to bring back to his buddies and himself for dinner. 

Leckie, Runner, Chuckler, Sid, and Gibson sat in a 7’ by 8’ foxhole they had dug for all of them to fit in. 

As darkness engulfed the island and thunder rolled through, Hoosier returned with chow. 

“Supper’s on, supper’s on.” he announced as he jumped into the hole. 

“Anything good?” Gibson asked hopefully. 

“What are those?” Runner asked skeptically. 

“Army rations from 1918. Quartermaster at Dog Company claims they’re edible-” Hoosier began as he handed each of them a small, unmarked package of food. 

He noticed the look of disgust stretching across each of their faces as they tried biting into the stale hard-tack crackers that were stiff enough to crack their teeth. 

“-after you suck on them for about an hour or two.” Hoosier added. 

“This is all you could find?” Chuckler asked. 

“You fuckin’ forage next time.” Hoosier spat back. 

They all begrudgingly continued to eat. 

Kate appeared kneeling over the edge of their foxhole. 

“Hey, guys. Just making rounds. Everyone doin’ ok?” she asked. 

“Yeah, just havin’ some dinner while Leckie reads us his letter to his girl back home.” Runner replied playfully. 

“Who said I was writing to anyone?” Leckie retorted. 

“Come on, you can tell us. Go on, read it.” Chuckler pushed. 

“We’d do it for you.” Runner added. 

“Guys, leave him alone.” Kate chuckled, knowing it was all in good fun. 

Leckie shook his head and returned to writing on his pad of paper. 

“So, you guys are ok, then?” Kate reiterated. 

They collectively responded, “yeah yeah,” knowing she’d keep on them until they answered her. 

“Ok, good. Make sure you keep hydrating, too. See you guys later.” she reminded them before standing and walking off. 

“Speaking of girls; how’s that bet going Hoosier?” Runner asked. 

“I’d say I’m in the lead.” he stated assertively. 

“That’s because I’m giving you a head start! She won’t be able to resist me once I’ve unleashed my charm on her.” Chuckler countered. 

“Yeah, and he’s a Corporal now! The ladies love rank.” Runner pointed out. 

Hoosier scoffed, “Yeah? Well, I don’t think she’s that type of girl. She’s not impressed by the number of stripes on a marine’s sleeves.” 

“How would you know?” Chuckler asked. 

“I had a little visit with her yesterday. Sat and talked to her for about two hours sipping on that shit Jap wine that we had left.” Hoosier revealed. 

They all stared at him waiting for him to continue, but he remained silent knowing the anticipation was killing them. 

“And!?” Leckie prompted. 

“And she told me she was only here to do her part for her country by keeping us alive. No matter what I said or did to “charm” her, she went right back into talkin’ about medical mumbo-jumbo or about her two brothers in the 101st airborne,” he paused, “she’s actually real smart.” Hoosier explained. 

“Well, maybe you just don’t got it like I do.” Chuckler returned. 

Hoosier laughed, “Have it at, pal, I’m tellin’ ya, she’s a tough cookie to crumble. She doesn’t melt over the same things most dames do. You’ll have your work cut out for you.”  

“We’ll see!” Chuckler shot back confidently. 

~~~~~~~ 

By midafternoon the next day, H Company caught up with D Company, setting up outlook posts about a mile away in case the enemy approached. With an entire battalion in the same area, a proper aid station was available with tables and cots to tend to the wounded and sick. There was also a chow tent serving hot meals which none of the men have seen in weeks. 

Hoosier, Leckie, Chuckler, and Runner sat in a semi-circle with their plates of hot rice. 

“I hear the army finally landed.” Leckie shared. 

“Nice of them to join the party.” Runner stated sarcastically. 

“They have no idea what they’re walking into.” Chuckler added. 

“Yeah, well word is they came with loads of crates filled with some good shit.” Hoosier voiced. 

“Oh yeah?” Leckie asked, his interest piqued. 

“Maybe we can get at some of that!” Chuckler suggested. 

“If you do, see if you can get some clean bandages, and some morphine. And get me some goddam scissors, I can’t get any.” Kate requested as she walked past the group after hearing them scheming about the army supply delivery. 

“Yes, ma’am!” Chuckler confirmed enthusiastically as he shot a cheeky grin at Hoosier. 

Hoosier released an exasperated sigh as he rolled his eyes at him, 

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot, Juergens.” 

~~~~~~~ 

As the Army staged the dozens of wooden crates and drawstring laundry bags on the beach, an air raid siren sounded off alerting the men of an enemy attack. The newcomer soldiers, unaware that the siren was signifying the attack on the airfield and not the beach, started running for cover leaving the boxes and bags unattended and up for grabs.

The marines waiting in the brush of the jungle like predators waiting to pounce, watched as the last few soldiers disappeared before they took advantage of the situation. 

Platoons of marines scattered out of the tree line like roaches, breaking open boxes and foot lockers, and dumping bags to grab what they could before the army came back. 

Hoosier found a good-sized crate with a red cross insignia painted on it.  

“Has to be scissors in here.” he thought outloud to himself. 

He looked around and found a crowbar lying on the ground. Snatching it up, he got to work on opening the box. As he removed the final nail, he pushed the cover off revealing an assortment of medical supplies to include cases of morphine and first aid kits.  

Hoosier scanned the area around him, “Hey Runner! Come here!”  

Runner trotted over to him and looked into the box, “Nice, you found the medic supply.” 

“Help me grab a few of these, will ya?” Hoosier asked as he handed him a couple cases of morphine.  

“Why don’t you ask Chuckler?” Runner teased as he tucked the box under is arm. 

Hoosier laughed, “You snooze, you lose.”  

Runner snickered as he grasped the handles of three syrette cans in his right hand while slinging a sack filled with tactically acquired treasures over his left shoulder. 

Leckie ran over, “Here! Throw some of those in the bag so we can carry more back.”  

He presented a large empty duffel bag for Hoosier to throw more syrette cases and first aid kits in. 

“Perfect.” Hoosier commended. 

As he tossed as many as he could into the bag, the army rushed back shooing the marines away. The marines took off running towards their camp, each cackling triumphantly at the soldiers behind them. 

~~~~~~~ 

After the excitement settled down, Hoosier, Chuckler, Sid, Gibson and Runner sat in a more secluded area of camp shifting through the prizes they obtained. Leckie sauntered up while carrying his drawstring bag of goods, sporting his new pair of moccasin slippers to the foxhole as a campfire kindled.

“Anything happen while I was prospecting?” Leckie asked the group outloud. 

“Betty Hutton stopped by giving out blowjobs,” Hoosier replied, “What’d you get?” 

Leckie took a seat on the log and showed off the items he got. While he was handing out cans of peaches to the guys, Kate approached them. 

“Hey, guys, did you hear that the army was looted during the air raid earlier toda-”

She stopped a few feet behind Hoosier as Chuckler was waving a can of peaches at Runner who had been sitting by the tree line with his pants down dealing with a bad case of diarrhea. 

“Peaches? I’ve got the goddam runs, and you had to get peaches.” Runner hissed at Leckie. 

“They were all out of cheese, Runner.” Leckie called back. 

The puzzle pieces started to come together as she looked over the scene in front of her. She noticed Leckie with a pair of comfy patent leather house shoes on, the multiple cans of fruit, and the brand-new M-1 rifles next to each man where they sat. She watched as Leckie excitedly carved an opening in his can, eager to eat the peaches and drink the nectar inside. 

“Uh, Bob, you’ll wanna take that slowly,” she cautioned, “you haven’t had real food for weeks, you might-” 

“I’ll be fine, Ace.” Leckie insisted cutting her off. 

Not at all heeding her warning, he inhaled the peaches and sugary liquid from his can. He slowly lowered it looking suddenly alarmed and pale, apparently regretting his hasty decision. He began gagging as he rushed over not too far from where Runner was and vomited the peaches he just consumed onto the grass in front of him. 

Runner laughed at Leckie, pleased and entertained by his misery. 

“Ugh, I told you, Leckie.” Kate pointed out with her hands on her hips shaking her head at him. 

The others sniggered as they slowly ate from their cans so as not to end up like Leckie. 

“Well, I was going to ask if you guys heard the air raid siren earlier, but I assume you did.” she continued as she crossed her arms in a motherly fashion. 

The guys responded with a collective, “Mmhm.” 

She waited, her lips pursed together as she scanned each of them with skepticism to see if they’d own up to what they had been doing during the air raid. They remained quiet, hanging their heads as they avoided eye contact with her while eating their peaches. She already knew, though. She just wanted to see if they’d confess without her outright asking them. She shook her head again, deciding it best to let it go. 

“Hey, Ace-” Runner called out to Kate, “my ass is killing me, can’t you do anything about this??” he begged. 

“Is there blood?” Kate asked invasively outloud in front of the guys. 

Runner’s eyebrows creased together inquisitively, “Huh?” 

Kate huffed irritably and walked closer to Runner, “Is there blood in your stool?” she clarified, speaking slowly. The others groaned in disgust, each placing their cans down. 

“Um-” Runner looked over his shoulder, “-no.”  

“Ok, good,” she stated as she turned on her heel to walk back, “When you’re finished relieving yourself over there, come see me. The nurses over at Dog Company gave me a case of sodium solution that can help that.”   

Kate walked past the group, “Enjoy your haul, you hooligans.” she said with a playful smile, winking at Hoosier as they made eye contact when she passed. 

Leckie slumped back onto the ground across from Hoosier, “When are you giving her the morphine and shit?”  

“Tonight.” Hoosier affirmed. 

“No way! You found her some morphine? What about bandages? And scissors!? How!?” Chuckler asked genuinely befuddled when Hoosier nodded. 

“Simple, I looked for it.” Hoosier responded smugly as he leaned back on his elbows. 

The guys laughed as Chuckler grimaced, resentfully drinking more juice from his can. 

~~~~~~~ 

That night as Hoosier was preparing the aid kits and morphine to bring to Kate and Blanche, fire clouds exploded in the distance and were steadily progressing closer towards them. Japanese aircraft’s were heading towards them dropping bombshells in their wake.

Whatever man wasn’t under the safety of cover dove into the nearest foxhole they could get to.

Enemy aircrafts soared over H and D Company posts, relentlessly deploying one bomb after the other as they passed. Multiple men shouting to take cover, and some crying out in fear, there was nothing they could do other than wait it out. 

The following morning, every marine across the camp that wasn’t injured or stuck beneath the sand was either digging to find survivors that were buried alive or carrying the wounded to the medical personnel. The entire site was in shambles with Jeeps destroyed and burned to a crisp while fallen palm trees lay across where the men’s foxholes were, trapping marines' underneath. 

The hustle and bustle of the aid station was never ending. Kate and Blanche along with a few Dog Company medics and a couple of nurses scampered from one man to another trying to keep them alive while able marines brought more wounded on stretchers. 

“Put him on that table there!” Kate directed to the men who brought another marine with a wound to his right leg. 

Kate rushed over, “What do we got?”  

“Right thigh wound. He said shrapnel impaled him after one of the explosions went off right by him when he was running for cover.” one of the men explained quickly. 

Kate tore through the pantleg to get to the wound. She knew right away by the saturation of the blood that the artery was severed. 

“Blanche! Bring me gauze, sulfur and bandages! I need to pack this, NOW!” Kate yelled across the floor. 

Blanche hurried over with what Kate needed, unraveling the long bandage and opening a bottle of sulfur to clot the wound. Kate balled up the end of the dressing, pushing it down deep into the gash packing it as tight as she could. The man shrieked and bawled, kicking and grabbing at Kate to escape the torture. 

“Jesus, hold him down! I can’t do this if he’s moving around like that!” Kate bellowed. 

The two men that brought him in pinned him down by his arms while Blanche secured his legs by his ankles. Kate layered the bandage hard into his wound, then when she couldn’t fit anymore, she placed a padded bandage over the top wrapping the ends snug around the thigh tying it down to maintain pressure. The bleeding had finally stopped. 

Kate took a syrette and injected it into the meatier part of the marine’s shoulder. 

“Take him over there where the rest of ‘em are.” Kate panted as she weakly motioned over to the treated casualties, recovering in the shade of a hanging tarp. 

“You doing ok, Kate?” Blanche asked. 

Kate nodded, “Did you see Sid?”  

“No, thank goodness,” Blanche breathily replied, “What about Hoosier?”  

Kate looked at her shocked, “Well, no. But I haven’t seen Leckie, Chuckler, Gibson, or Runner either.” she added.  

Blanche raised an eyebrow at her best friend, “Honey, I know you fancy the man. You don’t have to hide it from me.” 

“I don’t know what you’re-” 

“Ssshhh...” Blanche shushed Kate placing her fore finger over Kate’s lips, “your secret is safe with me.” 

 Kate scoffed at her then rolled her eyes, “We got more work to do.”  

She turned around and made herself busy with the next injured marine. 

~~~~~~~ 

Kate sat alone behind the rickety medic shelter, taking a minute to let her brain rest by closing her eyes and humming a tune quietly to herself. The hum of her voice slowly became words as she sang the song softly outloud.  

“There you are.” Hoosier’s voice came crashing through Kate’s tranquil thoughts. 

Kate gasped as her heart and body jumped from surprise. 

“Bill, you have GOT to stop sneaking up on me like that!” she told him clutching the front of her uniform. 

Hoosier chuckled, “I am sorry, I really don’t mean to.”  

Kate released a long exhale, “Glad to see you’re ok, though.” she admitted looking up at him through her eyelashes as he stood over her. 

“You, too.” he returned. 

Kate blushed, smiling weakly as she looked down at her lap. She looked behind him and noticed a dog sniffing around.

"Looks like you got yourself a new friend." she acknowledged.

Hoosier looked over his shoulder, "Yeah, after all the bombings last night this little fella slipped into our foxhole, so I grabbed him. Hasn't left my side since." he explained.

The dog looked up at him as if he knew Hoosier was talking about him.

"He's adorable." Kate cooed.

“I have something for you.” Hoosier declared. 

“For me?”  

“Yep. But you need to close your eyes.” he instructed. 

Kate narrowed her eyes in suspicion, “Why?”  

“Trust me.” he insisted grinning proudly. 

Kate clicked her tongue at him but closed her eyes as he requested. 

“Hold out your hand.” 

She presented her hand palm up in front of her.

"Stay." she heard him command to the dog.

She felt his calloused palm gently slip under hers. His surprisingly tender touch sent electrical currents up her arm and through the rest of her body. She almost wasn’t able to contain her shudder. 

Just then, she felt a hard slender object placed on her palm as he slowly removed his hand from under hers. 

“Ok, you can look now.” Hoosier told her. 

Kate opened her eyes, face to face with Hoosier kneeling right in front of her, his eyes as blue as the water behind him. She looked down at her hand to find a pair of scissors.  

Kate’s eyes widened with excitement as she smiled at him. 

“You got me scissors!” she squealed throwing her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug. 

Hoosier chuckled as he loosely embraced Kate around her torso, “Yeah, I found a crate full of first aid kits and morphine and grabbed you a whole bunch of ‘em.” 

Kate leaned back looking at him in disbelief, “You did?” 

Hoosier nodded, “Leckie and Runner helped, too so we could get as much for you as we could. I brought them over and left them by the aid station for you. There are at least a dozen scissors over there so you’ll never run out of them again.”  

Kate’s heart almost rocketed out of her chest.

“You didn’t get anything for yourself while you were out there?”

“Nah, I don’t need much.” he dismissed.

She beamed adoringly at him and pulled him back for another hug. 

“You missed your chance to get something for yourself to get me what I needed? Thank you.” she whispered to him.

He squeezed her tighter, “Of course.” he purred back. 

They pulled away slowly, still smiling at eachother. Kate patted Hoosier’s shoulder before standing up. 

“I’m going to go take a look at those kits before anyone tries to get their mitts on them.” Kate proclaimed as she headed towards the casualty collection point. 

Hoosier fixated on Kate as she walked away. He was lost in a daydream relishing the feeling of her pinned against him when they hugged. It was the closest feeling to home he’s felt since he got to Guadalcanal. 

Kate stopped and turned to Hoosier, “You comin’?”  

Hoosier snapped out of his trance and clumsily scurried over to join her for the walk back to the aid station. 

~~~~~~~ 

As D and H Company fixed up the camp as best they could, they returned to foxholes to keep watch of the line. Col Puller (known as ‘Chesty’ to the marines) disclosed intelligence that the enemy was going to try to take Matanikau which was south of the airfield where the Americans currently had control. Most of the battalion was to join the 5th and 1st marines there to help defend the coast road into the airfield to maintain that control. This meant that Dog Company would be entirely alone on the front lines as they relocate to sector 3 of the island. H Company had their own orders. 

Hoosier and Runner were tasked to set up a listening and observation post 30 yards inside the treeline. While they were gathering their weapons and gear, Kate walked up with two ammo cans in her hand. A look of concern appeared across her face when she saw a tired rough looking Hoosier with his dog and Runner packing up gear behind him. 

“Where you two going?” she asked. 

“We’re settin’ up a little less than a mile that way along the perimeter.” Runner replied pointing in the direction they were going to be heading. 

“Oh?” Kate queried. 

“Yeah, the Japs decided to go around us to hit the airfield. We got the first watch for two hours at sunset.” Hoosier explained. 

Kate looked down at her boots inadvertently kicking at the sand, “I see.” 

Hoosier stopped what he was doing to look her over and noticed what she had been holding. 

“Whatchya got there, Ace?” he asked gesturing with his head at the small metal boxes. 

Kate’s breath hitched in her throat as she looked up at Hoosier, “Oh-” she looked back down at the cans perplexed like they just appeared in her hands, “-it’s for you guys. I figured you’d need these more than me and Blanche.”  

She walked closer to Runner and Hoosier handing them each a container. Runner opened the can and saw stacks of crackers neatly packed to the brim. Hoosier looked into Runner’s can, then beamed back at Kate. 

“I heard you guys traded your saltines for the peaches and figured once you ran out of fruit you’d need more rations in the field. Good thing I caught you before you two took off.” she remarked. 

“You’re giving us your food?” Runner asked utterly surprised while Hoosier gaped at her. 

Kate’s eyebrows drew in together, “Of course. Someone’s gotta take care of you boys.”  

Kate averted her eyes to Hoosier.  She blushed seeing he had been gazing at her the whole time, his lazy smile and droopy blue eyes, ready to worship the ground she walked on.  

“We’re so lucky to have you.” Hoosier muttered. 

“Yeah, thanks, Ace!” Runner said as he ascended into the cubby hole shelter they all built to share the fresh crackers with the rest of the group. 

“Anytime, Runner!” Kate called out. 

Hoosier, still smiling, walked towards Kate, leaving very little room between them when he reached her. Kate hiccupped when he stood inches from her, looking up at him with her sparkling green eyes. 

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” he asserted. 

Kate grinned, “I know. You guys would do the same for me and Blanche.”  

Hoosier’s smile widened, “Absolutely.”  

“I have one other thing,” Kate stated as she dug into her dungaree pocket, “-here.” 

She held a sealed envelope with the name ‘Bill’ written in cursive on the front. He took it from her and as he looked it over, he realized he didn’t recognize the handwriting.  

He looked back at her, “Who’s this from?”  

Kate laughed, “Me, silly!”  

A smile returned to his face, “But why?” 

“Well, I heard you saying something about Leckie having a girl back home to send letters to and that you didn’t. So, I wrote you one.” Kate explained. 

Hoosier’s heart melted, practically becoming a puddle at his feet. He looked back at the letter smiling so hard his cheeks started to ache. 

“Well, thank you Kate Danaher. That’s about the nicest thing that any broad has ever done for me.” he admitted. 

“Glad to hear it. Oh, and you should wait to read it when you’re feeling crummy during one of your watches. It’ll cheer you up.” she insisted. 

“What if I want to read it now?” Hoosier asked with a mischievous smile. 

Kate laughed, “Defeats the purpose of me writing it for you! It’ll be worth the wait, cross my heart!” she promised as she drew a crisscross over her chest with her fingers. "-And when you do read it, you'll have to write me back. Those are the rules."

Hoosier was absolutely mesmerized by her childlike innocence. 

“Ok, I’ll save it.” he pledged placing the letter in the breast pocket of his uniform. 

Kate standing on her tiptoes snaked her arms over his shoulders pulling him into a hug as his arms instinctively embraced her pulling her flush against him.

“Please be careful. Both of you.” Kate whispered. 

Hoosier’s heart pounding against his ribcage had his chest heaving as his strong hands kneaded Kate’s upper back. He nodded, agreeing to her request. 

“Promise?” Kate implored. 

“I swear it.” Hoosier reassured; his voice low and calm like a song to Kate’s ears. 

~~~~~~~ 

[sholiofic]

I've read a couple presumed-dead fics where Biggles is the presumed party, but I don't think I've seen one with the reverse dynamic of Biggles thinking EvS dead and coping (or rather, not as the case may be) until the sudden revelation/reunion- which seems like something that would fit your writerly wheelhouse

In my wheelhouse indeed. :D For a longer take on this idea, I also know of a couple of Sakhalin presumed dead AUs:

A Desperate Execution by Philomytha

But At What Price by me

...but there is absolutely NO bad time to write presumed dead.

--

The item came across Biggles's desk in a stack of other reports and files. It was his habit to come into the office early and read the stack of post, analysts' reports, and other items flagged for his attention over a cup of tea before the others got there. When Algy came in, however, it was to find him staring into space, the dregs of his tea going cold at his elbow.

"Something wrong?" Algy asked, taking his jacket off. Then, getting a better look at his cousin's face, he amended it with more concern. "Bad news?"

"What? Oh—no, nothing, I ..." Biggles jerked a little, as if coming back to himself. "A piece of international news that caught me by surprise, that's all." He shuffled the papers he had been looking at into a stack.

"Anything the rest of us should be worried about?"

"No—no, just ... a surprise," Biggles repeated, and as Algy continued to look at him with concern, Biggles hastily opened another file, almost at random.

He continued to be distracted all morning, occasionally missing the others' comments, staring uncomprehendingly rather than laughing at jokes. After a while, Algy went and sat on the edge of Biggles's desk, eyeing his oldest friend and disliking the pallor he saw, a drawn look that made him think uncomfortably of Biggles in wartime. "If you're feeling under the weather, go home. We have things in hand here."

"I'm perfectly well," Biggles said with a surliness that suggested to Algy he wasn't.

"Right," Algy said, hopping off the desk only to take Biggles by the elbow. "Time for lunch. Hold down the fort, lads."

"Wait a minute, we're hungry too!" Ginger protested.

"Get a takeaway then!" Algy said over his shoulder.

In the hallway, Biggles drew himself up stiffly, adjusted his jacket, and said, "You're behaving very strangely."

"I'm behaving strangely? You're either about to go down with a bout of malaria or you've just heard someone died -- oh God," Algy said in a very different tone, as Biggles looked away. "It is that, isn't it?"

He didn't say anything else, but he steered Biggles, not towards the main entrance, but down the back stair that led to a small courtyard with benches. A few people were having their lunches there. Algy walked to the end and sat Biggles on a bench.

"Now look," he said, sitting beside him. "If it's anyone I know, I won't thank you to stay quiet about it. I suppose it's something awful from the way you're acting—it's not old Wilks, is it?"

"No, you've the wrong idea entirely. I knew you'd—oh well, why not." Biggles sighed and reached into his pocket, and pulled out the sheet of typewritten paper he had been reading earlier. Algy hadn't even noticed him tucking it into his pocket, folded and folded again. Algy took it and opened it, noting as he did the softness of the folds that suggested it had already been opened and refolded more than once.

It was an analyst's report; he had become familiar with the dry tone of collated reports distilled from firsthand sources. This was a brief summary about mercenary operations in the North African desert involving cargo aircraft ... an Algerian police action leaving six dead ... the names of the deceased ...

"Ah," Algy said. He laid the paper down on his knee, unsure what to say.

"It shouldn't really be as much of a surprise as all that," Biggles said quietly. "I always knew—well, that I'd see that name on this sort of list someday. I simply felt that ..." He stopped abruptly, looked off into the distance for a minute, and then said, "He was capable of better things. That's all."

Algy rather doubted that, but sensed that now was not the time to say it. "Look," he said, handing back the paper. "D'you suppose there's a—a next of kin, or something?"

Biggles folded up the page with an odd sort of care, handling it gently as if the typewritten sheet of bond meant something to him. "I suppose there must be," he said, looking a little more focused and less pale and unhappy with something to do, as Algy had known he would. "Unless all his people were lost in the war—but no, there must be someone. And they might like to hear from someone who knew him. I'll ask Major Charles about it, that's a good idea, Algy."

Lunch was a bit funereal all the same, and Algy found himself lifting a glass in a toast. "I won't pretend that I liked him," he said. "But a lonely grave in the desert's a hard end, and—and I'm sorry for it." He was a little surprised to find that he meant it, and Biggles smiled a little, the first smile all morning, and clinked glasses.

They ordered takeaway sandwiches for the others and returned to the office. As they came in, Ginger called, "A fellow from the Air Commodore's office was in and left you something, Biggles. Eyes only. Do we have a case or not?"

Biggles strode over to his desk, one hand in his pocket. He swiped up the folded slip from his desktop, opened it, and read it. Algy was close enough to see the swift flash of delight that crossed his face, all the animation that had been absent for the entire morning returning in a rush.

"Oh, it's nothing much," he said casually, and tucked it in his pocket beside the other.

Algy took the opportunity later that afternoon to slip off to the coat room during a quick trip to the loo, and was very much unsurprised by the contents of the slip.

Earlier report from Algiers in error. Five casualties, not six.

Algy replaced it carefully; he supposed it was likely to end up into some box of souvenirs in Biggles' room. So, he thought, not the end of an era after all. But after seeing Biggles that morning—quiet and dull, as if the best part of his bright energy had gone out of him—Algy discovered that he couldn't find it in himself to be too upset about it.

[jeannereames]

It's said Alexander fell sick & almost died after bathing in the ice cold Cydnus river on a very hot day.

What exactly happened to him? Did he catch a cold? Was it pneumonia? Or anything else?

I find no clear explanation anywhere.

What do you think might have happened that made a young, healthy & strong guy like Alexander so sick?

Alexander at the Cydnus River

We don't know.

At a guess, at last hypothermia would have been a problem. He was over-heated and jumped into super-cold water. That is not a good combination no matter how tough you are. But hypothermia doesn't cause a fever; it's a form of shock. So he may have been sick with something else--the beginnings of a fever, which just made him feel hotter.

That could have been malaria, judging from his symptoms, given that ancient Macedonia was rife with malaria, so most people raised there were probably carriers. It can flare up again. Malaria or typhoid are also the most likely culprits in what killed him, years later.

The problem is that the ancients didn't understand the causes of disease, so trying to guess what afflicted people can be tricky for two reasons:

The symptoms listed may not help much being attributed to an imbalance in "humors," PLUS

Disease is sometimes used in the sources to indicate MORAL decline (most famously with Sula and Herod). Ergo, the description of symptoms is suspect. Herod was supposedly killed by being eaten from within by worms. Yes, that can be a disease...but the meaning in his case was that the worms represented his moral decay.

I don't think #2 is a problem in this particular case. I think they simply assumed that the super cold water caused the illness. As noted, I'm sure it didn't *help*, but it's not what gave him the serious fever.

[doctor-rosch]

Rosch? I think it's time we discussed how we're going to handle your employment going forward.

I'm very thankful for your efforts, and consider you to be an excellent lab partner. Your ability to resurrect yourself has been incredibly handy, and has enabled me to test my little projects without the hassle of getting new test subjects. Thank you.

However, the recent issue with your arms has been... concerning. I initially believed that these deaths were a way for you to figure out how to finally rest after having the natural cycle of life stripped away from you. But now, I have reason to believe that you're using this cycle of death and resurrection to deliberately harm yourself.

I suggest that you take a period of extended leave, and use this time to figure out what you want to do next. I'll still be paying you, of course - think of it as a gift, for helping me so much.

...

...While I'm thankful for your help with my research, I don't... I don't like watching you deliberately harm yourself in this way.

What..? No no no, no, Igma, no!

Are you firing me?? This is firing me! Paid extended lea-?? What even is that?? You want me to take some hoity-toity vacation and sit around and NOT kill myself?? What would that even look like!

Unbelievable. The arm thing I did was just a goof! A gag! You like jokes, don’t you? Well- look at me! Ha! Woopie! Fun! Fun times, Igma! Don’t worry about it.

And even if I was being serious with that cold turkey thing- should I really be punished for trying? In what twisted world should we crack down on a poor man for trying! So I slip up a little- SO WHAT? And now there’s consequences?? There doesn’t HAVE to be! Take them away!

You knew about the harming thing WAAY before, Igma, nothing changed! What? You think blowing your brains out is gonna be pretty? Hate to break it to you, Igma but this is a bloody business. That’s just it. BUSINESS. Just one tick closer to my salvation! No self harm mumbo jumbo here! Nope! Not me! I never give myself the time of day- you really think I would go out of my way to hurt that guy? NO!

And you said it yourself! I’m USEFUL! Right? Who else can do what I do? NO ONE. Don’t you want to see some rabies up close again? Some malaria? What about a really fun one where I bleed from every orifice- I know you’ve got a nasty one saved up you’ve always wanted to try! Don’t hold back now! I’ll be right there! Good? Good!

See you soon, lab partner!

[sea-owl]

hi so not really a prompt I think but would you ever consider doing a an avatar au for the bridgerton spouses like what element they would bend and would their bridgerton be benders

Oh I love atla! Yes let's do element bendings for the spouses!

Simon: Earth bender. Simon is very grounded person or at least tries to keep himself that way. He can be stubborn to a fault as shown with the dual he got into with Anthony but with enough shaking to his foundation he has shown he can change. I also would like to think he would get his earth bending from his mother and the Hastings line was orginally fire benders to add onto Simon's daddy issues.

Kate: Might be cliche but Kate comes off as a fire bender to me. With how passionate Kate is it reminds me a little bit of Zuko. And let's be honest Kate's temper might be a factor too, at times it's what's driving the plot forward in the book. But fire is also the element of energy which describes Kate and her constant drive to what she says she's gonna do.

Sophie: Water bender. Water is known the element of change, it is also associated as one of the elements of emotional wisdom. Sophie has been through it in her life but she has always been able to go with the changes she's been dealt with in her life. She may not always like those changes but she's able to keep her head above up and stick to her morals as she goes through these changes. Plus the healing aspect of water could come in handy with her story when Benedict gets sick.

Penelope: Air bender. I was orginally gonna say water bending for Penelope but then I thought about it some more and air fits her so much better. Air is the only element that can't be seen when it's bended, we can feel it with our other senses, but it is an invisible bending. (we as the audience saw it but that was because the animators made it visible to us.) Penelope would probably feel a connection with her element due to both of them being invisible to others. Air is also associated with not only freedom but also wisdom/intelligence and curiosity traits commonly associated with Penelope too. Plus we've seen what tricksters the air nomads could be, an air nomad would 100% come up with the idea of Lady Whistledown and use their air bending to hear all the good gossip.

Phillip: Earth or water, or possibly fire bender. I can honestly see him being any of these three. Phillip can be a rather grounding or maybe static is the word I'm looking for. But he also does have this secret passionate side to him we see peak out from time to time. Earth would be the obvious choice for him, but I can also see water working especially if we take the approach of the swamp benders who water bend the water in the plants. I can see Phillip doing that for his botany research. Fire I think would be ironic but can see working especially if it's connected to his father and Phillip has to learn to accept that part of himself as a bender.

Michael: Fire. I can see an argument for Michael being water too, and I want to say he got his bending from Helen's side. John was an earth bender and the Earls of Kilmartin were typically earth benders. Michael is one of the few who is not which adds to his imposter syndrome. A part of me wants to say fire just because I think it would be interesting to play with especially with his time in the military. It would also be interesting to play with since Michael has malaria with spiking fevers and fire benders could potentially tend to run warmer in body heat. Plus it has to be cold up on the family estate, he's gonna need that fire to keep Francesca warm at night.

Gareth: This one is hard. All I know for a fact is that it came from Grandma Danbury's side. I could be lazy and say water because backstory wise Gareth is the male version of Sophie some people so desperately want. Earth maybe? I can see Gareth being either water or earth. I kinda do want to lean towards water because water is a purifying element. So I could lean into the purifying aspect for Gareth and when I say that I mean lean into the part of the story of Gareth becoming more honest and upfront with Hyacinth.

Lucy: Air bender. So part of the reason I chose this is because Lucy reminds me of a caged bird. She's the bird wanting her freedom but her uncle has her trapped in a cage demanding her to follow his orders. Lucy wishes to be free and spread her wings. She wants to soar up in the clouds, which eventually does come true.

For the Bridgertons I'm gonna rapid fire them off vibes and let's just pretend for funnies that Violet had two different elements in her DNA and Edmund had the other two so I don't have pick and stay with two elements. That or we can be lazy and say they're all non benders.

Anthony: Earth

Benedict: Air

Colin: FIre

Daphne: Water

Eloise: Fire

Francesca: Earth

Gregory: Water

Hyacinth: Air

[tropic-havens]

The ʻAkikiki, or Kauaʻi creeper (Oreomystis bairdi) in Kauaʻi, Hawaiʻi.

Only five of the native Hawaiian honeycreeper species, ʻakikiki, are left in the wild after a decades-long population decline. The Kauaʻi Forest Bird Recovery Project were unable to bring the ʻakikiki into captivity without risking death, leaving their chances for survival slim. The ʻakikiki's situation seems most dire of all Hawaiʻi's forest birds, but it is not alone in its existential crisis. Three other Hawaiian honeycreeper species are in danger of extinction in as little as one to two years, with eight other species at risk of extinction in the near future.

Southern house mosquitoes, carrying avian malaria, pose by far the greatest threat to these birds. Because the disease only reached the island within the last century, evolution has provided Hawaiʻi's honeycreepers with little to no immunity against it, resulting in devastating mortality rates when infected. And while the forest birds have moved to higher elevations where it's too cold for the mosquitoes to survive, rising air temperatures have allowed mosquitoes to march farther up, shrinking what little safe habitat is left.

[nitpickrider]

I don't care what kind of barbarian hero you are. Malaria's a cold bitch Conan the Barbarian 61

[starvy]

ty for tags @faroffpromise @thrashunderpressure

rules are shuffle ur on repeat playlist and put the first 10 songs

1. Entertain Me - Soft Cell

2. His Eyes - Pseudo Echo

3. Things We Never Did - Sad Lovers&Giants

4. You You - Malaria!

5. Lie to Me - Depeche Mode

6. God is Broke - D.R.I

7. M - The Cure

8. Work Hard - Depeche Mode

9. What's Your Name? - Depeche Mode

10. Pick Up A Phone - This Cold Night

tagging: @avalanchemp3 @vzajemnik @rabarbarzcukrem @spookypregnantsecondo and anyone who wants to!