petition for stars in the day time please???

girls already exist

sick boys in robes <333

sick boys wrapped in blankets <33333

sick boys with a non-digital (old-school) thermometers sticking out their mouths <33333333

sick boys doing the feet in hot water thing you see on tv <3333333333

you know what normal people do when they aren’t feeling well?

they take it easy. they sleep for an extra hour or two at night, they exchange the black coffee for hot tea and honey, they make sure their meals are extra nutritious and they skip the physically strenuous parts of their daily routine. they don’t take a sick day if they don’t have to, but they show up to their obligations dressed in extra-warm clothes that complement their weary expression just perfectly.

my favorite type of character is someone who does the exact opposite: over-exerts themselves like they’re trying to prove their body wrong, ignores the warning signs of a cold and ends up with a ragged voice they might have avoided otherwise, jumps right into action as usual and has it backfire on them when their big goals and tasks are interrupted by sneezing and coughing and probably fatigue. they literally won’t (maybe can’t) get the picture of how important it is to pause for a minute and rest until someone way more logical (and definitely very patient) steps in and gives them a crash course on slow the hell down and go to bed this instant please because they’re worried that otherwise their sick companion will end up passed out at the table because they don’t know how to get a clue and take a break once in a while

reblog if i can message you and awkwardly make conversation with you so we can become best friends

When people have that cute little upturn at the end of their nose 😍👌 like yes.. So cute!

So pumped for Groundhog Day where we’ll find out if it’ll be a late cold season or early allergy season

ever since the anon a few days ago telling me I missed punctuation on a fic and the anon this morning telling me not to rush things and make my fics “actually good” I’m terrified to post a fic I have ready because I don’t know if it’s good

@anons,

Please don’t. Just don’t send asks to writers correcting minor mistakes on their work. Don’t criticize them, knowing that it will hurt more than help. People like you are the reasons there are so many people afraid of posting their amazing, talented, and creative work. Nobody is perfect. Not every fic we release is going to be completely free of error or minor mistakes. If there is a missing punctuation, so what? It’s really not that big of a deal. Stop being nitpicky. If you don’t have anything nice or helpful to say, then don’t say anything. Don’t go out of your way to make someone feel bad. 

Steph, don’t listen to those anons. You’re a phenomenal writer and you shouldn’t ever be terrified to post a fic, nobody should. If you ever need to talk, about anything, just message me. :)

“you okay?” is such a basic question that could be asked for a million different reasons but i think it’s one of my favorite things to ever be said in a fetish context… there really is beauty in simplicity……

I noticed that in the last year of letters from Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens, Alexander becomes less affectionate in his letters. In early letters his goodbye’s were always:

But then in the the last several letters Alexander sends to John are but simply signed off with:

In John’s letters to Alexander he doesn’t write much affection- though it becomes obvious through the things he wrote that he really cared for Alexander. When Alexander begins to become distant he starts becoming more protective:

and begins signing off his letters with more affection and in his last letter to Alexander (that we have found) he writes one of the most affectionate things he’s ever written to Alexander

Something must of changed in their correspondence, while Alexander is growing more distant, John is growing more affectionate. The mood changed and Alexander in the last letter he wrote to John seems to have realized how much he missed John writing to him:

His partings change and instead of simply writing “adieu” he begins writing with the affection he wrote with before. It is doubtful that John ever received Alexander’s last letter. Which means John died thinking that Alexander was loosing his love for him. 

friend: i really don’t feel well

outer me: aw, i’m sorry :( :( 

inner me: 

Snezario:

Two friends (or partners) go to a play/movie/Broadway show together. The place is packed, no empty seats anywhere, and they end up sitting with people on both sides of them. Everything is fine, the show starts, but after a little bit one of the friends notices that the other is sniffing and rubbing their nose a lot. Time progresses and the symptoms worsen to dry, ticklish coughs and stifled sneezes, because they don’t want to disrupt the show. Bonus points if said person has to leave before the show ends.

Afterwards the first friend meets the second outside and inquires about their health, fairly concerned. The second friend shakes their head and says “the lady next to me must have had cats, because my allergies were going crazy.”

Viktor trying to hold back sneezes.

- Sniffing and rubbing almost subconsciously at his nose. Pressing gloved knuckles against his septum.

- Doing his best to maintain composure, but the need is clearly evident in his lidded eyes, the wrinkle in his brow, his parted lips.

- Hugging Yuuri, who can feel the hitching in his chest as his breaths growing desperately heavy.

- “W-What do youuhhh mean, Yuuri, I’m-hiiih..! ..I’m fine.”

- Losing control and stifling into the crook of Yuuri’s neck.

feeling multiple places for a fever is one of my weaknesses

like, forehead, cheek, then the neck, before confirming that the sickie is in fact running a temperature