#for real though vaccinate your kids

[angelbaby-fics]

i was just wondering if you would do one with (little reader with cg!stucky) being sick with covid ? because i have it right now…fever, cough, horrible body chills, body aches, struggle to breathe….it would mean a lot 🤍

Sick Day

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: My darling, I'm so so sorry this took so long!! Hopefully you've gotten all better by now but for anybody who needs it I hope this can provide some comfort!

You woke up coughing, every muscle in your body contracting as you tried to catch your breath but to no avail. Steve and Bucky came rushing in as soon as they heard a change in your breathing pattern, their enhanced hearing tuned specifically to you. They were at your bedside and soothing you before you’d even opened your eyes. Bucky sat you up and rubbed your back while Steve fluffed the pillows up behind you.

“Easy baby, easy,” Steve whispered.

“We’ve got you doll, just breathe.” “I can’t!” You choked out.

Bucky held your arms up above your head, breathing deeply and encouraging you to follow his lead. Steve fished his phone out of his pocket and texted Bruce. Living in a big compound with all your coworkers definitely had its perks when it came to times like this. Your on-call doctor and beloved family friend was already in your room by the time your cough had quelled. Each breath you took was shallow, the hot air scraping through your lungs like sandpaper. 

Bruce held a device to your head, some sort of Stark invention that scanned your body inside and out with a nearly magical ease. Your temperature was skyrocketing in your daddies’ very hands, and it broke their hearts. When your diagnosis came up on Bruce’s screen, he tried his hardest not to change his expression, but Bucky immediately noticed his facial features make the tiniest shift. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asked, hoping his desperation wouldn’t scare you and make your breathing worse again. Bruce shifted the screen over to show Steve and Bucky, who were thankful you were too small to read right now. Even though it had been obvious to them what you were stricken with, the symptoms all too telling, they had naively hoped it would be something easier, something mild, a 24 hour bug you could power through with the aid of the best medicines money could buy. But the five letter word across the screen confirmed their fears. 

You weren’t like Steve and Bucky. You weren’t genetically enhanced like them, you weren’t at the pinnacle of health like them, and you weren’t invincible like you believed they were. They felt that right now more than ever, with you shuddering in their arms, glancing between either of them with baleful eyes, suffering in the place you should feel safest. Bruce tried his best to calm their fears, and thus, yours.

“Hey don’t worry you guys. According to my chart here, we’re all up to date on vaccinations.” Then he turned to you, grabbing your warm hand in his. “Besides, you’re a tough kid. You’re gonna fight this off like a champ!”

You smiled for the first time that morning. 

Steve looked down at you, mirroring your gentle smile. Bucky, however, kept his eyebrows furrowed. He’d spent his entire childhood helping Steve whenever he got sick, but he felt so helpless now. 

“I’m gonna head back to the lab real quick and get the medicine, shouldn’t be more than two minutes.” Bruce said, getting up and leaving.

You started to suck on your thumb before Steve took it out of your mouth and replaced it with a pacifier. He smiled at you, his blue eyes crinkling, and looked over to see Bucky scowling.

“You couldn’t have stopped it, Buck. Babies get sick, that's how it goes sometimes.” 

“I know,” Bucky replied, “that doesn’t mean I have to like it though.”

A minute later, Bruce knocked on the open door as he reentered the room. He shook a bottle of pink colored liquid in his hand.

“A teaspoon of this at breakfast and another before bed oughta do it. You should start seeing a reduction in symptoms within the next 24 hours.” Your face scrunched up at the thought of yucky medicine twice a day.

“I know, right?” Bruce smiled at you. “They say it’s ‘strawberry flavored’ but I think whoever said that has never eaten human food before.” That cheered you right up. You always loved the way Bruce laughed and joked with you as if he were one of your peers instead of your daddies. 

“Thanks, Bruce.” Steve said, and Bucky finally broke his scowl to give the doctor a tight smile. Bruce didn’t mind, he knew how protective your Baba could get, and that it wasn’t a reflection of the quality of his medical services. 

“Always, Cap.” Bruce replied to the both of them, and he began to head towards the door again. “You know the drill, call me if you need anything.” Then he turned to you. “Get well soon, superstar!”

Now that it was just the three of you again, the excitement of a friend’s visit wore off, and you suddenly became aware of the deep ache in your bones. You slumped back against Bucky’s torso, and he snaked a protective arm around you. 

“Don’t wanna be sick,” you mumbled, your energy draining by the second.

“I know, babydoll.” Steve replied. “The sooner you take your medicine, the sooner you’ll start to feel better.” “Don’t wanna take medicine either!” You said slightly louder, anxiety twisting your voice into a whine.

“Shh… I know, baby.” 

“No you don’t! Daddies never get sick!” You cried out with a pout.

“That wasn’t always the case.” Bucky said, a mischievous grin breaking through his gruff mood. “Your daddy used to get sick all the time! And guess who used to take care of him.”

Bucky pointed a thumb towards himself.

“Really? Baba was takin’ care of Daddy?”

“It’s true!” Steve said. “Before we met Bruce, Buck was the best nurse I ever had!”

“And just like you, he’d have to take yucky medicine, even when he didn’t want to. Sometimes it took a lot of convincing.”

“How?” You asked, the discomfort in your body taking a backseat to your delight at being regaled with stories from your Daddies’ past.

“Well…” Bucky glanced over at Steve, waiting for an affirmative nod before he went on, “I would keep peppermints in my bookbag, so Stevie could always have one to get the taste of the medicine out of his mouth.” Just as expected, your eyes went wide.

“So if I takes my medicine I gets a candy?” You asked excitedly, making both the men smile and laugh. 

“How about this,” Steve offered up, “Every time you take your medicine, you can have a piece of candy, as long as you’re honest and tell Daddies if it makes your tummy upset, okay? And when you’re all better and have no fever, we’ll take you for a special day out with just the two of us as a prize for being so brave!”

#little!reader #stucky x little!reader #agere fic #bucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!bucky #daddy!steve #steve x little!reader #cg!steve #cg!bucky #cg x little!reader #chloe's fic

[not-alien-girl-v]

I would die if you wrote something about James being embarrassed for having a cold in front of the reader. I imagine how much James would cringe when he sees other sick people, and I can certainly imagine him wanting to die again if he accidentally sneezes whilst trying to hold it in. AND IF THIS MAN SEES YOU TRYNA FUSS OVER HIM, OH HELL NAH HE’S GONNA FEEL GUILTY ASF😭😭

Warning: mentions of germs and sickness and general grossness

Note: i’m writing this in our current 2022, the post-covid world which felt a little icky so beware of that. i kind of made him babygirl in this so for that i apologize but james not being babygirl makes no sense to me

Flu season. It comes around every year, infesting the hotel lobby with germs. Germs germs germs, the dirty kind, the kind that make you sick, the icky, gross kind of sick where you can’t breathe and nose is all runny.

Despite being deceased for nearly a century (97 years, but who’s counting?), James still had a body in death, though he can’t die again, nothing can happen to his soul, he can still catch certain pesky illnesses. He had survived the Spanish Influenza in 1918, he had nearly gotten COVID-19 in 2020, and since then he has learned his lesson: beware of the sick, and wear a mask amongst the masses.

Since he knew of this simple solution to avoid sickness, he found there to be little to no excuse for catching a virus, especially in this day and age, with all of the vaccines and boosters and recommendations from the CDC, you’d have to be an idiot to still be sick.

He’d walk through the lobby of his hotel, past the bars, hearing the infected cough and wheeze, and he’d grimace in disgust at them. The least they could do was take their illness to their own homes.

That was until this morning, when he noticed a slight tickle in his throat that no amount of whiskey could satisfy. Strange, that liquor usually fixed all of his problems as quick as they came.

He was a man, he was certain, and a real one at that, which meant he was not to act childish over a small tickle in his throat. He had things to do, places to be and plenty of people to order around in a day that just couldn’t wait. But soon, that tickle turned to a cough that he couldn’t contain in him.

With each word he spoke, the threat of him coughing hung loosely in his throat, his lungs seemed to inflate at half mass, leaving a croaky wheeze in the absence of air in them. Along with his cough, he felt dizziness, headaches, and slight nausea.

He kept this all to himself, suffering in silence because he knew you knew how much he hated sick people, much more being sick, and he didn’t want your pity. But that all was interrupted once you caught him taking a COVID test in your shared bathroom.

You had just returned to the hotel from a trip to the thrift store, something James rarely approved of, not understanding the appeal of buying things second hand when he could afford any luxury clothing you desired, when you noticed him in the bathroom.

Odd, since it was the middle of the day, he usually would be out and about the hotel by now. The door was open so you pushed it open a little further, him not taking any notice to you, and you spotted him struggling to set a 15 minute timer on his iPhone with the test kid splayed out in front of him.

“James?” You called out to him, startling him while he jumped in surprise.

He steadied himself with one strong hand latched onto the bathroom counter, “yes darling?” You moved a bit closer to him and he awkwardly blocked the test from your view with his body.

“What are you doing?” You questioned and he looked around the room desperately for something else to talk about.

“My love, did you go to that dreaded second hand shop again? You know how I feel about that,” he dismissed your question but knew you wouldn’t leave it alone, why would you?

“Don’t change the subject. What is that?” You popped your head behind him.

“Oh this?” He acted as if he’s only just now understood what you meant. He grabbed the testing kit and began to pack it up. “It’s just- um- protocol nowadays for staff and residents of the hotel, we all have to test once weekly.”

It was rare to see him stumble over his words, rarer to see him so nervous while talking to you, he usually has a natural sense of charm when conversing with you but today, he seemed jittery and a bit loopy. Obviously, there was something wrong.

“Hmm,” you hummed at him, clearly seeing through his lie because you had never heard anything about it, which, if his lie was to be the truth, you would have, given that you were a full time resident as well.

He left you with a warm smile and walked out of the bathroom, returning to his desk where he filled out paperwork. You followed, but instead draped yourself along the couch a few feet from his desk.

He was mostly silent for a good 10 minutes until you heard a strange noise, something similar to a stifled cough emit from him. “What was that?” You asked, now completely catching onto him.

“Whatever do you mean?” He didn’t even look up from his work on his desk when responding to you.

“That noise you just made?”

He cringed internally, “what noise?” He figured he could perhaps gaslight you out of thinking he was sick.

You narrowed your eyes at him and he didn’t react at all. Then, like clockwork, he sneezed, and there was absolutely no covering it up from you. He just rested his head in both his hands while you sauntered over to his desk.

You gently removed his paperwork from the center and set it aside, then hoisted yourself onto the desk in front of him.

“James,” you spoke sternly.

“I’m fine, please, don’t fret, I’m a ghost, I’ll be fine,” he reasoned with you and held your two hands in both of his. You crossed one leg over the other.

“How many times have I told you that even in death, you still need to value and prioritize your health?” He was too embarrassed to answer your question, since he knew it was too many times to count.

Wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, “go lay down.”

For once, he did as he’s told and reluctantly strips off his day clothes and climbs into bed. You came and sat right by his resting body and layed a hand atop his thigh. His phone alarm blared from the bathroom and he made a move to get up but you restrained him with your hand firm on his leg. In the bathroom you checked, “it’s negative!” You hollered to him.

Emerging to the doorway now, “I’m going to run downstairs really quick, I’ll be back soon,” you told him.

“Take all the time you need, I assure you my dear, I’m fine.”

You squinted your eyes at him but ultimately left the room, hoping that he doesn’t go back to work the moment you leave his sight.

You bought some painkillers from the small shop downstairs along with a Gatorade and a sympathetic look from Liz assured you that James’s condition wasn’t unnoticed by the rest of the hotel staff.

Of course the second you re-entered his hotel suite, he was rushing to situate things at his desk. “James!” you scolded. His eyes met yours and he realized he had far beyond ran out of time.

He just held his hands up in the air in surrender and returned to his bed. The second he settled himself into the center of the mattress, you came and seated yourself in his lab, effectively pinning him down. He sat up and looked at you with a pointed look. “Here,” you handed him the gatorade and painkillers and he took them without a fight, and you were thankful due to his newfound sense of complacency.

He set both objects down on his nightstand once he finished and rested both his hands lightly on your waist. “You truly won’t allow me to continue working today?” You nodded with a smile, and you knew he’d allow you to do whatever you pleased, even if it was just ordering him around, which you found yourself enjoying more than you expected.

“Get some rest. In a few hours, we can talk.” You commanded him and he nodded and situated himself to be laying back down. Finally, you crawled off of him, and cuddled up beside him as you joined him in an afternoon nap.

#ahs #evan peters fanfiction #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #fluff #fanfic #james patrick march x reader #james march x reader #james march #james patrick march #ahs hotel #james march fanfiction

[speedyslothboi]

I spent an hour making a flower crown today. I'd never made one before. It didn't turn out very good; clumsy knots and and sticky fingers and broken petals but I still put it on and smiled. I never got that kind of childhood. I wondered if this is what healing feels like: sitting on a picnic table, gently warmed by the sun, breathing in the world. I have so much to do (an ap psych test in three days, ethics bowl nationals and science olympiad state to prepare for, a read through for the play on Monday) and instead I went outside and listened to the birds.

Then I got home and cried. Because 30,000 people will never get to make a flower crown again (and how many never had? It took me 17 years. That's more time than many of them ever got). I haven't breathed clearly in 6 months; a weight on my chest and a pit in my stomach but for one hour, I felt like I could breathe, the smell of grass unfamiliar but comfortable (and how many died in that time? Trapped under rubble? The weight on their chests real).

I feel like I've been sitting Shiva for strangers halfway across the world but I'll die before I finish mourning (575 years is a lot to ask of this body). I'm not doing a very good job. But what else can I do but remember? I don't know know what to do with myself. I'm heartbroken and horrified and I am so angry. I go to school and hear kids talk about tik tok drama and I want to grab them and shake them and yell "how can you think about anything else? How can breathe around your guilt well enough to speak?" I feel like I know to much and too little, never informed fast enough. I feel like I'm grieving and like I have no right to grieve. I'm tired. I'm not doing well (I can't remember the last time I brushed my teeth and I still need to schedule my fillings and do my laundry and change my sheets) but I feel so selfish doing anything to make myself happy, like I'm stealing joy I don't deserve. And I know that I'm burnt-out (years into it) and that I have to take care of myself too but I just don't know how to carry all this grief. And this isn't about me (I'm making it about me, aren't I?)

This will be the first presidential election I get to vote in and I can't vote for him, I can't. And I'm scared. People keep saying it's selfish not to but I'm the one who will face the consequences. I'm one of the "vulnerable" people (does that make it self-sacrificial? Does that make it okay? To risk my communities if I am at risk too?)

Paul Alexander died three weeks ago. I can't stop thinking about him. (Most of the articles won't tell you why though; that one of the most vulnerable members of society was abandoned to a disease that has killed 3 million). I keep seeing inspiration porn articles about how he didn't let his disability "stop him" (I feel like I'm "letting" mine stop me). None of them mention "I love the sun, but I haven't felt it in a long time. It's lonely." (I feel lonely all the time but I didn't feel lonely at the park, with dirt in my fingernails. I don't really believe in heaven but I hope it exists so Paul can sit in the sun again). I think of Paul and I am filled with rage. 5,000 people die of covid every week; that's one person every five minutes (how is that okay? how could you abandon us for "normal"?) and I'm one of three people out of 2200 at my school who still wear a mask. I got the most recent booster two days ago (the one only the "vulnerable" can get as if long covid isn't becoming an increasingly documented mass disabling event. And the genocide is one too. And what about the countries we blocked from getting vaccines with patents. How dare we condemn the global south to suffer without vaccines only to stop getting them). And I need to buy more masks (yet another expense to exist while disabled) and they aren't free anymore so it's another 3 hours of work. Cases keep rising despite the lack of testing and wastewater doesn't lie. And whats the new variant? News isnt reporting on it anymore because "no one cares" (I care. I need to believe others would care if they knew. Maybe thats just wishful thinking) I still have at home tests but their negatives feel like taunts (a positive is a positive though, I remember)

I don't really have any friends. I have acquaintances and people I work with for projects but I don't want them to be my friends. My mom and my therapist keep telling me to reach out and do things with them (I know it would be good for me to socialize but doing so would put me at risk. They can't even wear a mask, and I'm supposed to choose to spend extra time with them?) Neither my mom or therapist wears a mask. (My mom fought for me when doctors didn't believe anything was wrong. Fought for 7 years to get a diagnosis and now she won't protect me.) I go to the doctors and even they aren't wearing masks (didn't you learn your lesson?).

I've seen people complain about "boycott fatigue" and I'm just wonder how you are surprised? I lost faith 2 years ago when people decided that disabled people's lives weren't worth discomfort (I used to value the nuance, how it isnt that simple. Now my compassion is shot. My empathy used up on three million deaths. But it is, isnt it? Simple that is. You just dont care enough). When the accessibility we begged for for years that had been "impossible" was suddenly "easy" when everyone needed and then taken away just as quickly. The second you could leave us behind, you did. So how could I be surprised people would do the same for Falastin? I love theatre, and I'm excited for too much light. But half of them will walk in with Starbucks on Monday (and none of them will be wearing a mask) and I know these people will never truly be my people (I resent them and love them but mostly I'm disappointed.)

I've been crying alot. I never used to cry. Sometimes I feel like that means I'm healing (some of the time I wonder if I have the right to heal right now). It's like this grief keeps overflowing but the world keeps turning (and how can everyone keep living right now?) and homework keeps coming and the genocide keeps happening and I need to get back to making my magma composition notes. (I left the flower crown at the park. I felt guilty about picking the flowers; that must be bad for the environment, right? How selfish, to kill things just to make a silly crown, and I didnt even do it very well. It fell apart within a minute. An hour of work crumpled in my hands. A moment of enjoyment stolen at the cost of life, what a bad vegan I am. Anyway, i left the flowers there, to decompose where they were born)

#free palestine #from the river to the sea #free gaza #covid #long covid #wear a mask #poetry #? #does this count? #poem #i guess #vent #also the 575 year number is real #i did the math and started crying #and then i wrote this

[ravenwitch45]

Oh ok, my mistake. Could you do a Loona and a Child! reader (mother and child scenario, strictly platonic) where Loona takes the reader to the doctor to get their vaccine and the reader freaks out?

I saw the new episode today and man... It hit me in the feels.

Okay first I completely get that, it was a gut wrenching episode to be sure, but also sure! This sounds cute, still not too confident at Loona but I'm happy to try for this sweet premise.

Loona and Child! Reader going to get their vaccine, and Reader freaks out like she did. Loona is of course apprehensive to return here, but for your sake she's willing, even if she went crazy she still understands it's important to get this stuff especially a good time after her own.

She deals with the awful wait times, the seemingly high or otherwise out of it receptionist and breathes a sigh of relief at seeing you have a different doctor then she did, all while holding your tensely grasping hand.

When the needle comes out is when the real trouble starts of course, your not as aggressive as she was, more trying to run away and only kicking anyone away when they get close, but luckily Loona came prepared having actually gotten Blitz to tell her his strategy when she freaked out.

You being slightly different kinda complicates it but, with you being smaller then her helps out a little, weaving through the fearful swipes to bear hug (gently as she can) you long enough for the Doctor to do their thing, you kinda melt at the pain before she sits down, still holding you so the Doctor can cover up the point of entry and clean it.

After you calm down, you sit next to her while the Doctor lists off all the things to do and look out for in the coming days, eventually bringing up the dreaded cone of shame and you groan, though Loona chuckles.

"Don't worry kid, when I went through this, Dad let me glam up the thing a little, would you like to do that? It won't be too long anyway"

You end up leaving pretty okay, heading to nearest craft shop so she can retrieve all the stuff to make the best of the whole thing. Overall, a pretty good time in the end.

#ask reply #helluva boss #helluva loona #helluva loona x reader platonic #helluva boss x reader platonic #x reader platonic #my writing

[tohisprettyc00l]

Hii could I get a toh match up please:) romantic and Platonic if that’s ok

~I’m 16

~ I use they/them pronouns and am pansexual.

~I’m a Capricorn ♑️

~I love to read though I will read six books in a month or a book in six months.

~I can’t play it but I have a love for music

~I love to bake cooking as well but mainly baking :p

~I’m very introverted and hate talking to new people I’ll just nod or make a sound for the first 3 weeks or so but I’m also just naturally quiet

~I love thé outdoors mainly wooden places that give off an old fantasy vibe

~I get stressed over everything and I tend to over things

~ I have bad insomniac due to my work schedule so I do tend to be awake doing shit at any given time of that day or night

I Hope thats enough info for This :) Hope you have a good day and remember to look after your self :))



I (romantically) match you with: Amity Blight!

-She loves reading as well [mainly she'll read one series (Azura *cough* *cough*)but that still counts]

-Again she canonically likes baking. I think she'd like to share demon realm recipes and try out human realm recipes.

-Very much an introvert. Usually answers yeah to people she just became friends with (unless she had a rivalry or something with before)

- She lives in a fantasy world lol. But she also likes the vibe of old places.

-Definition of an overachiever. We can "thank" Odaila, and Alador to a lesser extent for that.

-Again relating back to her bad work habits because of her parents she often pulled all-nighters. Even though she's escaped that she's kept the bad habit for when she's making things.

I (Platonicly) match you with: Lilith Clawthorne!

-Damn you got Amity and Amity's REAL mom.

-Obv loves books.

-She loves music, both for the sound and for the history, it can carry.

-While she talks to people a lot whether she befriends them or they are enemies, you have to know her for her to talk first.

-Also likes old buildings but again for the history.

-She is the forgotten child who overdoes things because of that.

-She canonically has a bad sleep schedule right? I feel like I remember that being mentioned and/or shown.

I hope you like it! I'm a bit rusty and have the flu (get vaccinated kids the one year I didn't I got the fucking flu) so I hope it's ok!

#toh x reader #the owl house x reader #amity blight x reader #amity x reader #lilith clawthorne + reader #lilith + reader #lilith and reader #lilith clawthorne x reader #lilith x reader

[livingobserver]

The Deck is Stacked

So this is how my life winds down. Nervous System wrecked by Gillian Barre Syndrome (from a Flu Vaccine), knocked flat by a "Massive" Stroke a few months later. Diagnosed Type 2 Diabetes. I never saw it coming at age 59 I was still a thirty something. Shortly after my 60th birthday it all hit. Now I feel like a 70 something in my middle 60's or near about. Don't misunderstand me. I'm not complaining. Not much point in complaining. But..., it was supposed to be so much different. After being able to claim the rank of Master Artist. After staying active and strong, agile my whole life. I was supposed to just drop dead from a "Widow maker"/heart attack. You know..., just sudden and quick. My whole life style was geared to facilitate that end. I never believed in my own immortality. Now, apparently even candy could kill me... ever so slowly. WTF? So I ask myself, what is the point of being so damned cautious at this point. Why would I now want to drag this out by denying myself the things I enjoy. What's another year or two, maybe more maybe less. But I'm not suicidal either. When you get to this point, all the pain, all the denial of Life's treats and rewards. Wondering if there is truly "The Other Side" and if so..., is it better or worse than this life has been. You really do stand on the edge. I can only hope that my friend adheres to my final wishes and doesn't allow me to linger on life support, if and when that condition might be arrived at. It's just a damned shame that you can put a dog "to sleep" when it's suffering and there is no hope of recovering real living, real quality of life again. But we allow and force so many Humans to suffer. I'm not advocating for "Assisted Suicide". But I am speaking against lingering death. I've just seen far too many people waste away to nothing but a world of suffering. There must be a better way, if we are truly "Civilized". A Living Will is not often sufficient where medical profit is involved in lingering death. Especially when the Lawyers get involved. My 17 year old self, would be extremely disappointed in me for ending up in this way and that 17 year old still resides inside me yelling "STAND UP!!" 'Fraid not kid. The time for standing up from heavy blows has long passed. The warrior has aged and aged warriors die hard..., and slow. Removed from the battles except the one's within and they have no pity nor mercy it would seem. But there is still..., Tumblr. I suppose that is my window into the world now. Though so very much smaller a window than the one I've known. Tumblr might not seem like so much to you, but I am grateful for you all in any case. Thank you for contributing, [ Your time and effort]. it does matter. It matters more than you can know, unless you are like me. The same physical limitations imposed by Nature or God or just Living. It matters not..., the source. This hand will be played as dealt. But it is quite obvious to me that the Dealer is stacking the deck. What an Asshole!

[dufrau]

BIG SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT FOR THE LAST OF US THE GAMES AND PROBABLY THE SHOW

Im very curious how close the end of the season is going to be to the end of the first game?

(this is rambly and unfocused, im just thinking about ittttt)

I have always been team The Vaccine Is Bullshit. Nothing about it made sense in the game, but that might just be half-assed writing to move the plot along, it wouldnt be the first nonsensical sci-fi plot point.

But the reasons, or some of them, it seems like bullshit are: 

1. The outbreak is fungal, not viral. Vaccines are for viruses (this could be argued as pedantic, they could be using “vaccine” as a catchall here. BUT STILL)

2. This one random doctor who happened to survive the outbreak just happens to be able, all on his own, to figure this out this thing that everybody else says is impossible?

3. They want to kill Ellie as soon as they get her. I get that what they’re saying is they need to remove the growth on her brain to make the cure, and that will kill her, but surely there are other tests and experiments they would want to do on her alive first??? It’s so sus to just kill your one living immune person without trying anything else!

In the show they’ve gone out of their way to already cast doubt on the concept of the vaccine. An actual expert in mushrooms and fungus, rather than some random doctor, is like “yeah vaccines dont work on mushrooms bro.”

So i feel like either they are going to change certain details at the hospital to make it make more sense that they could actually figure out some kind of cure from ellie’s mushroom tumor thingie, which, good luck tbh. OR they are actually leaning purposefully into casting doubt on that entire premise, which the game does NOT do. The game never questions whether the vaccine is real. It implies that it is real, even though the facts dont add up, and even though ultimately it doesnt wind up mattering if it is real. 

So if the show actually acknowledges doubt about it, that kind of changes a lot at least for us as the audience if not for the actual characters, depending on what they understand in universe.

I’m just very curious and eager to see what direction they go in. Or if they just dont address it either way and leave it nonsensical.

(i dont think confirmation of the vaccine being real or not would affect joel’s actions at the hospital, or affect the right-or-wrongness of those actions either, short of joel knowing FOR SURE the vaccine was fake which would make him honestly too purely heroic for this story. i think the only thing that would change joel’s actions would be if ellie had been allowed to wake up and *choose* to die. thats also the only situation in which joel doing what he does in the game would be purely wrong, and it would tooootally change the dynamics of the second game/future seasons of the show.)

(i also dont think the fireflies or abby’s dad specifically are like LETS KILL THIS GIRL AND NOT MAKE A VACCINE BECAUSE WE’RE EVIL so much as they just dont really know what the fuck theyre doing and they’re whole operation is on the verge of collapse and this is a final hail mary they’re willing to kill a kid over.)

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #the last of us spoilers #i am tagging this because its so spoilery i want people to be able to not see it #if they have tags muted or whatever #but like #i mostly only want to hear from my mutuals in response tbh

[subdee]

Chainsaw Man

More than a week after exposure, I finally tested positive for COVID (still no symptoms though and feel fine - thank you new booster vaccines). 

Anyway since I’m stuck at home quarantining as per the school’s policy, I went and read Chainsaw Man so I could weigh in on The Makima Debates(TM) and once again.... people complaining about this character are lacking in genre awareness.   They haven’t read enough seinan horror manga! 

If you know anything about seinan manga, you’ll realize this comic is a sex and gorefest.   The worldbuilding, characterization, etc are set up for maximum fanservice and brutality.   Even the tender moments are tender in that "aw, the main character is totally desensitized to gore  but he still cares when the cat dies" kind of way.  Even the sympathetic moments are sympathetic in that “aw, all the main character wants to do is touch boobs but he won’t do it without permission” kind of way! 

As for Makima, yes she’s taking advantage of him the way she also took advantage of Aki... yes she is older and using her sexuality to manipulate everyone around her but particularly the younger characters.. and yes, there is so much kink stuff going on with her character.  Like c'mon in the anime opening animation she's walking Denji on a leash like a dog!!!  It ain’t subtle.   People who think this means the author has the same kink are being reductive, though - there's no way to know if that's the author's preference or if he just thought it'd be fun and sexy to write that dynamic into his story...

...and I mean really write that dynamic exactly into the story, including giving  Denji lines like "I just don't want to think anymore please tell me what to do" that get to the heart of the appeal of BDSM.  Also, writing an extreme traumatic backstory for Denji to explain why he's so into being treated like a dog and told what to do!!!  

Exploring the main character's trauma is not really like a main concern of the manga, though, it's just kind of there to explain why he's Like That.   People who see the trauma and want to project onto it... I mean you do you, but it’s like a cartoon version of trauma you know?   It’s not explored with any kind of subtlety and it’s unlikely it ever will be.  This is like my dad made me eat dogfood as a kid and wear a collar kind of stuff, but possibly even more cartoonish than that.   The main concern of the manga is like I said, maximizing the sex appeal and the violence.   

Anyway if this comic didn't run in Shounen Jump and ran in a Seinan magazine instead - where let’s be real it probably belongs - I doubt we'd see much discourse about it at all.   The main character's whole "cool powers but a loser" thing... his whole "cool because he doesn't give a fuck except he does give a fuck but he's just extremely fucked up" thing... isn't even weird for seinan manga, there's lots of seinan comics with main characters like this.

Anyway Chainsaw Man is cool, the pacing is good, the horror is done well, the ‘love triangle’ is interesting because the two ‘love interests’ have completely different and opposite kinds of appeal, the monsters are scary, the worldbuilding is just coherent enough to be interesting without getting in the way of the storytelling, and I really admire the mangaka’s willingness to (spoiler under readmore) ....

...kill off **every** popular character character LOLOL keeps you on your toes!!!

#chainsaw man

[munamania]

so ok i did have to sit in my room and cry a lot earlier for many a reason it was just a lot at once i did in fact ask sam’s roommate out for coffee and got a message back saying like hey im not looking for anything romantic but like for sure and i was like (aw shucks wah wah) lol im not rlly in a good space for that either no worries and they were like LMFAO ok same page so we’re getting coffee tmrw but for a min between responses i was just like UGH this is so embarrassing but then the voice of beth came to me and was like You are not the embarrassing one here and i was like wait real so its actually fine just like ugh whatever man. i am still a bit put off by that friend group anyway so we’ll just see how it goes and i have to see sam tmrw right after that and i forgot that i said id be there for a chemistry read for this girls short but like i dont need to be there anyway but then also i went to a liquor store w lydia and as much as i fucking tried to prepare w my wallet my fucking id had fallen out into my other bag so we got to the register and i didnt have it and was horrified like holy shit i seriously dont know if i dropped it at the bar and we look like idiot college kids so um i have my covid vaccination card uh woah and the lady was like ‘thats not gonna work you know you when you come to go to the liquor store you need to remember to bring your id you never know when youll be carded’ i was like lady i am sitting here in my fucking sweats and greasy and my mask im not trying to dupe you PLEASE and then we also got chipotle and for the first several bites my burrito was just rice and lettuce so you can imagine the state i was in. sobbing etc. i think im being generally really brave abt life though and at least i get to watch the watermelon woman and hang out with scully tmrw

#abby talks

[daryldixonsdoormat]

Wade walker usually didn’t get involved with Squares or Women of any kind. Pepper and the rest of the group (apart from hatchet face) was completely convinced that Squares was Crybaby’s type. Of course you knew who Crybaby Walker was, he was the talk amongst the drapes and sang at jamborees. You are no little miss priss, you were a drape and surprisingly you didn’t cause a ruckus. You got in minor trouble every other day to embrace who you really are, but never more than slashing a squares tires. Allison was a acquaintance, she was a magnificent friend in middle school before money and where your from really mattered. She let go after freshman year, it was a real nasty argument, not long after the yelling her grandmother kicked you out. Insulting you’re clothing, music, the way you talk even chalking it all up to ‘hoodlum’ behavior. Alison didn’t scold or confront her grandmother for disrespecting your way of living. She shrugged it off and walked into her room without a word of goodbye.

It’s yearly vaccines, everyone has to yet shots for the school year and I’m still waiting in line. Alison is supposed to go next after the girl in the chair stops crying and gets off the stool. Pettiness is the only answer here of course, nurses can’t stop me from getting my shots even if I cut Alison in the Squares line. As she walks up to get on the stool I take a long stride in-front of her so quickly her hair moves from the air. I peel of my leather jacket and sit onto the stool while the nurse/doctor preps the needle. I smile at Alison who is struggling to be lady like and not glare. I stick my right hand up to shield the doctors view and I flip her off on the other side of my hand. She gasps rather dramatically and hits her boyfriends chest to look at my finger. I put my finger down before he could see not wanting to cause too big of a scene infront of so many. Squares have no problem causing a scene because they know there will be no consequences, a bunch of them are pushing Crybaby to the front of the drape line. He flings off his leather jacket partially it hanging off his elbows. He looks pissed, maybe it’s because of the shots or the rich kids seeming to think they can shove people around. Literally. They rub the alcohol pads on our arms and I look away trying to find something to distract me from the long ass needle Crybaby Walker was definitely a sight for sore eyes. A perfect distraction, he wasn’t supposed to turn towards me and catch me staring. I turn my head quickly closing my eyes, only to turn back seconds later to see him a tear rolling down his cheek. Is that way they call him Crybaby or is it something else.

We are dismissed as soon as we get the vaccine or to wherever we damn well please. Coincidentally I don’t have any where to go, no family, no friends I could trust to house me. Most nights are spent outside under the school bleachers or where all the jamborees are. No point of walking to a unknown destination when I could just hitch a ride off someone. It’s kinda ironic that Crybaby and his crew/family? Is leaning against a black car waiting for something to happen. I walk across the street and stop after the traffic lady persists I look both ways. I make a beeline to the group who have already took notice to my intentions of a conversation. “Hi Pepper. Everyone else” I’ve talked to Pepper a few times nothing spectacular though. Pepper nods and the rest of the group share snarky or relaxed looks when addressed. Crybaby lights a match from the inside of his mouth just to put it out on his tongue. Why? No idea but I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me more fond of him. “Crybaby, you think I could hitch a ride?” I say standing steady direct eye contact is always the way to ask for a ride. “Sure I could give a pretty little thing like you a lift” he says circling me before leaving back on his car. All is set there is a small period of silence before I get knocked into from the side by the one and only Alison. She swear aye back and forth on her heals smiling so bright it could blind someone. “Hi” sounds like she nearly yelled it at him the group looks at her with mischief, they want to make her a drape. “ You wanna tag along with us to the jamboree . I’ll be singing tonight.” he looks back over to me and asks if I would be interested as well. Alison boyfriends clasps onto mine and her shoulders, wanting to save two girls that shouldn’t be associating with drapes. He bling or either lost his mind, this guy remembers the few times I dressed up pretty to try and get on Alison’s grandmothers side. “Get your filthy hands off of me Bladwin. I ain’t no square, your girlfriend is” eyes are shifting all over the place going from Me to Alison back to Baldwin and then her grandmother. And a few rude comments and full fledged glares the squares leave and so do we.

AN: I’m making a part two definitely maybe a part three and it’s gonna be steamy (the make out scene).

#crybaby walker x y/n #crybaby walker x you #wade walker x you #wade walker x y/n #wade walker x reader #crybaby x reader #CRYBABY IS SO CUTE

[demi-shoggoth]

So I'm giving a talk for Open House this week. Which is unusual, because at Open House, it's usually about more casual conversations with parents and teachers. But I teach AP Bio, and I have lots of ideas. So after a fun, weird, witchy April 30th ( Walpurgisnacht), I wrote a fun weird witchy presentation for my AP Bio kids, and I'm going to review and revise it to show to their parents.

It's called " How I Hacked My DNA and You Can Too".

It starts with a conversation about biohacking and the Netflix documentary Unnatural Selection. In the first episode, a guy named Josiah Zayner is basically a prophet of CRISPR, a DNA editing technique that can work in living cells in a whole organism. But because he's unhappy with his appearance, he wants to mitate himself to be more muscular, a real life super serum.

They're trans now. Jo Zayner, she/they. And are doing much safer and more ethical work, like making biopolymers that act as temporary breast implants and improving open source vaccines.

I'll tal a little bit about how the organs and tissues in the human body are still made of individual cells, and that the body works through communication between cells. I'll talk about how Homo sapiens is the last human standing because we had diversified our diets. I'll talk about how the large intestine is more bacteria than human, an entire ecosystem, and how that ecosystem is in constant contact with the body through chemicals it releases.

And then I'm going to tell them little tiny ways to improve their functioning.

Eat more fermented foods to add bacteria to the gut. Even if they don't survive, they'll help teach the immune system what is and isn't a threat, so you'll get sick and stressed less. Dietary supplements like zinc and B12 can be used to institute more permanent changes, from building pathways between neurons to influencing which genes are turned on and off. Not, taking a huge multivitamin every day, but maybe taking a more tailored supplement once a week. And, because I'm trans, talking about how some foods will subtly influence hormones. The "soyboy" insult is a reflection of how little things, like linseed oil, will actually change your hormone levels.

And then I'll open the floor to questions, and I'll talk with whoever stuck around to the end. The door will be open, so people can come and go and see and do other things. Which is important, diversity and choices.

And I'll have a good time being a scientist, even though I dropped out of grad school

#about the author #teaching #health #evolution #epigenetics #diet #any questions? #💙💙💙

[wannab-urs]

(episode 9)

“oh! hey ellie’s mom”

“damn that was fast” yeah she shit that kid out

ellie and ashley actually look so similar

“well that was sad”

*if you wanna beat me at something it’d be this (boggle)* “BECAUSE HE CANT READ!”

*justifying joel being able to read the name of the Boggle game by brand recognition and not bc he can actually read bc joel miller cant read*

“the grunts from joel” oh yeah he’s old “not what i meant” i thought he was your dad *pointed silence*

“the CGI giraffe isn’t so bad” It’s a real giraffe. “😵‍💫”

“why can’t the episode just end here?” sigh. yeah. Joel agrees lmao.

*the whole it wasn’t time that did it scene happens* “yeah joel looks way less gray by the end of the series” love that that’s what you chose to comment on bea, but yeah CoCo was slacking.

“oh no the bomb…. ok i guess i don’t get to be happy. just when things start to get better they get worse” yep! 😀

joel can’t read but he understands from Marlene’s scientific explanation of the vaccine that Ellie’s gonna die

“why are you just beating the shit out of this old man”

*Marlene says she had no other choice* “That is NOT true” no literally. EVERYTHING WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT IF THEY JUST ASKED ELLIE FIRST FUCK PART 2 AND FUCK NEIL

“no… no. No. No. Marlene you made the wrong decision here… Stop pushing him. Leave my dad alone!”

“Joel’s just so badass” that’s my man right there 🥲

JOEL MILLER DID NOTHING WRONG

“neither of you are right… but joel’s righter”

*speculating about how joel could have lied better*

“She smiles!!! does she suspect him though?” 😵‍💫

“let’s go back” *rewinds for more awkward dad joel*

“she doesn’t believe him…. but she wants to” chooses to really. for now.

“i feel like i just ran a marathon”

#gin and bea watch tlou #tlou spoilers

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

Found you through Dekugate and I gotta say you've immediately become my favorite writer in the BNHA scene. Even though you forced me to find out the babygate people are still around and think that poor kid is an actor lol

Aw thanks dude, that’s so cool! And yeah, i found out about one direction truthers by mistake and couldn’t get them out of my head, so Dekugate was me expelling all my feelings and thoughts on the matter. I’m sorry i had to infect so many other people along the way but hopefully the fic works like a vaccine: a little bit of exposure to a non-dangerous version of a disease that trains your body to fight the real thing.

#answers #dekugate

[meteormemoirs]

So this tweet gave me a lightbulb moment regarding some strange treatment I’d been receiving with nurses whenever I’d go over my medications before seeing a doctor, all thanks to a bug in the system.

When I had an IUD put in years ago I was prescribed misoprostol to make the insertion easier. I also received a local right before and it still hurt. Note that I told my OBGYN I wanted everything done to make it as easy as possible, and since I have cerebral palsy she was sympathetic. I don’t know if she would have done the same for other patients, but I absolutely feel if your doctor were to deny you anything you should seek a new doctor… though getting one might be much harder now, I don’t know. Other people have said it’s more painful than giving birth when getting one inserted without anything to dull the pain—and like I said, even after all that it still wasn’t pleasant.

Anyway, due to a bug in the system misoprostol keeps showing up on my list of current medications. Though it’s still just the one pill. So when nurses go through the list I’ve had some loudly gasp and say the name in horror. Since it’s been years (I don’t even have a uterus now), it takes me a moment to catch up. By then the conversation has shifted from pleasant business as usual to icy judgment. They’re looking at me like I’ve done something horribly wrong, demanding an explanation, while I’m struggling to remember wtf that single pill from years ago was for and why it’s still on the list. They never explain, they just wait, like I should know, monster that I am.

“Oh… right, that was to take before an IUD insertion years ago,” I say. “I don’t know why it’s still on there.”

More than one nurse has replied, “Right…” in the same tone as ‘likely story.’

And while I’ve had my doctor take it off himself with his special elevated system permissions, it keeps popping back up. And this keeps happening. Cheerful conversation grinds to a halt. Nurses that were friendly turn cold. I didn’t get the big deal because I had no idea of the drug’s other use—but they did. And this is the south. When I drive by the local abortion clinic (still open because this is NC) on the way to another doctor, people are always outside with signs.

I still wouldn’t say it’s worse than the time someone put my pronouns on my chart without my knowing, but it’s still pretty shitty they not only make assumptions about the real reason for the drug, given the IUD no longer shows up in tandem to explain it, but judge me for it. What would it matter if it was for any other reason? Abortion or miscarriage? I swear, I seem to have a knack for running into the worst nurses.

Then again, I did have a good experience with a nice, if extremely chatty nurse who connected my last seizure with my last flu shot, and told me that break through seizures are common with vaccines, and I really shouldn’t even count those for not driving. For all the times I checked the “seizure disorder” box when getting a vaccine, no one ever bothered to warn me that could happen. So politely listening to her talk about her kids was worth it for that.

#IUD #this was a problem even before roe was repealed #horrible nurses #purple slime

[mockiatoh]

We also talked about how immunity from vaccines works. I told her that the fighting part of her blood sees the bad guy, like a wanted poster. They learn what it looks like and how they’d have to fight it. But since it’s just a ‘picture’, it can’t hurt them. You get the second vaccine, and your WBCs say ‘hey I know this guy, he’s just awful, you gotta punch him in the nose and he goes down.’

Then you get exposed to the real virus, the one that can hurt you, but your lil fighting WBCs already know what to do. They say “Hey it’s that jerk! Get him!” And they all punch him in the nose because they know his nose is sensitive from last time. So you either never get sick, or you only get a tiny bit sick.

I told her about the cow maids, cow pox. How the women didn’t get sick and die from the ‘big scary virus’ because their bodies had learned how to fight off the ‘little small virus’, which was like its brother, so they looked similar enough to the WBCs that they knew they could kick him in the ankle. She giggled really hard at that.

I told her that before vaccines, sicknesses that don’t hurt us used to kill a lot of people and they didn’t even know why or how to help.

She thought for a second and asked if her Tio would have still died if we had already had the Covid vaccine.

I told her I didn’t know for sure, but it could have given him a fighting chance. His WBCs would have recognized the danger quicker and known what to do. Sometimes timing and bad luck just stink.

She said ‘oh… I wish this had never happened.’ Me too, kid. Me too.

I didn’t know she still remembered her Tio, losing him to Covid. It was so long ago in child time, over two years ago of her seven years. She lost a classmate, too. That one bothered her even more, even though she barely knew the child. I think even at her age, she knows intuitively that these kinds of things aren’t supposed ti happen to little kids.

I know every time is a hard time to be a parent, that there’s always painful obstacles in children’s lives, but sometimes I feel really unprepared.

#okay to reblog if you want or have something to add/a story to share/want to commiserate #but please don’t be weird this is my actual litetal first grader

[heylinfanclub]

18 and 24 for the soft asks?

18. Do you still love stuffed animals?

OF COURSE. Dusty is my oldest bear I’ve had for at least sixteen years, named for the dust he was coated in when I found him in a basement my family was saying in when I was young. He was old already, I bet he’s an antique, and he wasn’t exactly mine. I just took him when we left, I dunno if anyone ever asked. Right now he’s in a blanket basket cause his CROTCH TORE and I need a thick needle to sew through his fur confidently.

I have a real antique bear that was made by my stepmoms mom, a beautiful faceless teddy bear made out of rose patterned fabric with a lace collar. Real old fashion and pretty. I haven’t named her yet but she’ll get one.

I got Edmund, my other brown bear who could never replace dusty but I assume that was the effort my folks were making in getting him for me. He’s floppy and instead of being full of stuffing all over its More concentrated in his paws and head, makes him heavy and unwieldy. Love him though. He’s good for a snuggle. I got a white bear for my step mom but since she passed it’s mINE again and truly I should name him for he’s helped me get through vaccinations twice now. 👌🏻

I found a stuffed donkey on the Road and took him home, washed him, and now he’s one of my favorites.

Got sleep with a stuffed Creeper (aw man), got stuffed endermen pinned to my dresser handles, have several stuffed animals that just rULE (a shark, a opossum, a snowy owl, a frankenstein, even a Lion small enough to fit in my hand.

I love stuffed animals so much OUGH my dream is to have a really big one I can lay on. I used to be dusty-sized. Now I need one more me-sized.

BUT I DID HAVE NIGHTMARES AS A KID OF MY TOYS COMING TO LIFE AND ATTACKING ME OR GETTING ME IN TROUBLE. So I always treated them nicely and scolded them gently to not be violent. Even now I still kind of feel some Life in them, even if I don’t believe they come to life. I feel like having had them so long they do have soul and that’s important to me. They’re my babies. Awuu,,,

24. What you do to de stress?

I took a mental health and physical wellness class in college and we had a whole week focused on meditation and weird mindfulness techniques.

I usually do deep breathing while using the River Meditation (imagine your thoughts as leaves landing in a river, and let them flow away. Focus on the sound of the River, the rustle of the trees, not your thoughts—). Sometimes the sand meditation (tighten your body like a stone, then imagine slowly from your toes, turning to sand. Loosening, losing that tight heaviness for light fuzziness).

Getting fresh air is always good, I try to go outside if im getting really stressed, cause sometimes just being confined with my issues exacerbated them.

I got a new stuffed animal that’s a squishmallow shaped like a jar of peanut butter and it’s honestly so good to hold to my chest when it aches from anxiety. It’s my main pillow while Dusty recovers.

Honestly sometimes all I can do is lay down and close my eyes and maybe take a nap. Sometimes I recognize ‘oh I haven’t eaten’ and I try that, but it’s no guarantee to help. I just generally try not to push myself to DISTRACT WITH FUN if I’m MID ANXIETY. Cause I learned in that mental health class you cannot mix fun and anxiety easily. Maybe if you like horror games and rollercoasters. But most of the time, the anxiety is going to overpower the fun, and you’re just going to be having a worse time cause the thing you love is suddenly causing you anxiety. So it’s always good to just. Take a step back from Everything to Breathe. Maybe recalibrate what your doing if necessary. And the easiest way for me to recalibrate is to clear my mind and snooze.

#me. #therapy. #life.