#worst cold ever

[matcha-lemonade-enthusiast]

you know the sickness is bad when your parents start pulling out the folk medicine fr

[avkamfher]

Ivy put her paw in my soup . . . . Can someone swing by my place and put me out of misery

[voidhri]

(x) "intimidating women who suck at flirting and their equally oblivious partner"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

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[rottengurlz]

she’s like if the virgin mary smoked a pack of pall malls every day 🚬

[d0not-disturb]

Urm!!! Cuteguy Grian real!!! Low key hate this so urm!

[irlplasticlamb]

i’m waiting for you unbearably.

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[bottombaron]

just me thinking abt the insidiousness of the Familiar Clinic

a place where every familiar is recommended to be put down

not because of any injury or disease

but because their vampire cared about them enough to take them there in the first place

[disappearenceofsomeone]

swap au scene redraws cause i have no idea what to do!!!!!! and stuff below i guess

[azelmaandeponine]

"Ford is misogynistic"

Just admit you hate autistic people and go. There is NO EVIDENCE in canon to support this! Like Ford has flaws but being a bigot isn't one of them.

Literally go fuck yourself. Sincerely, an autistic woman.

[transx-mogai-cafe]

what

[serenpedac]

Have a little fic of Yael being sick and Nate being there to take care of her. No warnings, just some wholesome hurt/comfort ^^

*~*~*~*~

"Good morning, Yael!" Farah's excited exclamation is followed by a scowl. "Or not so good. You look terrible."

"I feel terrible." Yael lets out a groan as she shuffles towards the table at which Morgan, Adam and Farah have already gathered for breakfast.

Nate rushes over from his place at the kitchen counter, taking her hand and pulling out a chair for her to sit---or rather, slump down---on.

"I think I'm going to die." She lets her head drop on her folded arms, only to immediately regret it as her sinuses clog to suffocate her. Sniffling, she raises her throbbing head again.

Nate's hand smoothes up over her back, coming to a brief rest at the nape of her neck, where her hair clings to skin that is both too warm and too cold. "You appear to have a cold."

"Like I said, dying." Her attempt at giving him an indignant look is negated when a tingle in her nose signals an upcoming sneeze. "Ahchoo!"

Morgan has flinched back and Farah is studying her like she's some kind of foreign species. To be fair, from Farah's perspective, she kind of is.

Nate gives her a commiserate look, eyebrows drawn together ever so slightly above his sweet brown eyes. His knuckles brush her cheek, and she leans into the touch. "How about we get you back to bed, darling?"

"I should..." Yael gestures towards Adam, whose expression makes it impossible to judge what he is thinking.

"No, you will stay here. I will let Agent Greene know that you're unwell and that you won't be attending our meeting."

She hadn't been about to propose going to the meeting, but if that's what Adam wants to think, she's not going to let him know otherwise. The important part is that someone will tell Rebecca she won't make it.

"You better add Nate to that as well," Morgan says, the comment more sincere than suggestive.

"Will you? Stay with me, I mean?" she asks, her voice sounding as sad and broken as she feels. Which is unfair, she shouldn't ask this of him, he has other things to do and as awful as she feels, she's been through a lot worse. "You don't have to, of course, I do think I will survive, so---"

"Always." He makes the promise sound so easy, it takes her breath away. Or that could be her stuffy nose.

Later, when she's back in bed, blankets wrapped around her to form a warm cocoon of cosiness, he comes to bring her tea and a bowl of fruit, cut into pieces. She scoots over to make space from him, though she doesn't go too far, letting the dip of the mattress make her lean against him.

"You are very sweet," she mumbles over the rim of her mug. She inhales the steam, the humid air soothing her throat.

He wraps his arm around her, letting her lean into him even more, and presses a kiss on top of her head. "Anything for you, rouhi."

His thumb rubs circles over her shoulder, his other hand a steady weight on her leg. His chest rises and falls underneath her cheek with each breath that he takes, his heart beating slowly. She lets her eyelids fall closed, sipping from her tea every now and then. Hints of sage and honey cling to her tongue, subdued as their taste may be.

At some point, Nate must have taken the mug from her, because she ends up with her fingers tangled in his shirt, holding him close. He talks, tells her stories, memories, his voice a low and deep rumble she can feel more than hear. She catches no more than a word here, a fragment of a sentence there, but it doesn't seem Nate minds. Maybe he even prefers it this way, she thinks in a brief moment of clarity. Maybe it's easier for him to speak when he knows she won't catch all of it, won't ask questions. The realisation is as fleeting as her attention, evading her grasp as she drifts off to sleep, carried by the sound of his voice and the warmth of his body beside her.

[ibetittering]

FREAKING OUT THE MUSIC IS BACK I'M SO HAPPY

[bare1ythere]

I don't know if there has been any research on it but based on personal experience and my neurobiology class, I think maybe the reason a side effect to suddenly changing your hormones (ie starting hrt) is depression could be because your brain actually uses estrogen/testosterone as neurotransmitters. I don't know the depths of it, but I wouldn't be surprised if suddenly lacking a neurotransmitter (before your body sorts itself out) could be conducive to depression

[goldkirk]

i haven't been this not okay in over a year and i do not miss it and i do not want it

[pareidolla]

was anyone going to tell me that cold's going to be in fury or was i supposed to find out by btg posting a snippet of the spanish translation on twitter