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the fact that his smile is DEKU’s smile …

someone sedate me i am physically ill

For people who are wondering why I haven't been posting, I've been sick lately and I've been hurting, I'm also doing so many fanarts...but I'm feeling sick, I hope I get better soon

little tboy ! jackie taylor headcanons !! ⤷ featuring : he him jackie 𓈒 toddler re 𓈒 tmasc cgs ! shauna & nat 𓈒

regressuary day 7 : LGBTQ themes | link to bingo card & @regressuary

spotted these jorts and was reminded of this jackie outfit and couldn't stop thinking about tmascjackets agere 𓈒𓈒𓈒 this is purely self indulgent i fear 𓈒 you can find my yellowjackets masterlist here and my upcoming list here 𓈒

jackie who tearfully comes out first to nat and then to shauna 𓈒 the weight of his secret is crushing him , each time they call him "she" or girl hitting like a slap to the face 𓈒 nat who holds him , letting the boy cry , rubbing soothing circles into his back 𓈒 shauna who shrugs it off as no big deal , casually dropping that in fact he's in a similar position though it had been much easier for shauna , now shaun to accept 𓈒

jackie (who still wants to be jackie at least for the time being) begins regressing more often in the freedom of nat's cramped room in his trailer , far from the taylor's own sprawling manor 𓈒 nat , no stranger to jackie's regression is pleased to take on the big brother role , seeing it as euphoric not only for himself but also to be a part of giving jackie his "proper" childhood 𓈒

with nat and shauna being the only two to know about jackie's being trans , he'll often go to them tearfully when he's feeling dysphoric 𓈒 dysphoria is one of jackie's biggest triggers to regress , oftentimes leaving nat and shauna with the large task of dealing with a dysphoric toddler 𓈒

nat is more open to having emotional conversations with jackie regardless of if he's regressed or not 𓈒 shaun on the other hand isn't great with tears , trying not to cringe and doing his best to coax a more calm jackie out with a toy car or dinosaur 𓈒

nat calls him "buddy" , "little man" , and "bubba" which always brings a shy smile to jackie's face 𓈒 shaun has affectionately dubbed him "squirt" and "booger" which he always delivers with a playful toss of jackie's curls 𓈒

although he's certainly not a baby , jackie's still little enough to sometimes have accidents 𓈒 he'll be busy roughhousing with shaun who won't stop tickling him and all of a sudden it's too late 𓈒 his laughter will stop abruptly , tears filling his eyes in embarrassment 𓈒 as if it's not bad enough to have an accident while playing with your big brother , jackie's quite dysphoric about the situation 𓈒

shaun will stop teasing him immediately , exchanging a look with nat 𓈒 jackie's clearly doing his best not to cry , legs crossed and hands covering the crotch of his pants 𓈒 nat is always able to calm him down though it's a process 𓈒 "shhh , shhh 𓈒" he'll soothe 𓈒 "you're okay , jack 𓈒 it's just an accident , huh buddy ?" jackie will initially refuse to talk around shaun , worried that he'll bully him 𓈒 he's a hiccupy mess but after reassurance from shaun that it's okay he'll let nat help him clean up and calm down 𓈒

nat who saves up his money to buy jackie supplies both for his transition and his regression 𓈒 he gathers together a box of things for his little brother , giving it to him the next time he's over by himself 𓈒 nat doesn't have much money and as much as he loves shaun he's worried he'll be jealous or want stuff from him as well 𓈒 the box is full of items squirreled away by nat : pull ups ( the boys ones ) , nat's old binder , a new package of boxers , a few shirts from goodwill and a mostly new set of army men toys 𓈒

jackie gets shy at seeing a few of the more intimate items but can't thank nat enough 𓈒 nat beams at his little brother , tousling his hair and letting him know how proud he is of him 𓈒

jackie is so fascinated watching nat do his t-shots and shaun expertly put on his trans tape 𓈒 he's too afraid to try trans tape himself , not wanting his parents or another one of his teammates to find out but he's very curious about it 𓈒 sometimes he'll get upset hearing nat's deepening voice or just how flat shaun can get his chest to look 𓈒 he wants to look like a boy too 𓈒 nat helps him into his old binder , teaching him how to move the tissue of his chest so the binder is more effective 𓈒 although he can only wear the binder at nat's jackie can't help but sob the first time he feels his flattened chest and sees the effects of the binder in nat's shitty bathroom mirror 𓈒

jackie's not supposed to wear his binder while regressed yet he often tries to get away with it 𓈒 shaun doesn't mind as much , just wanting jackie to be comfortable but nat will gently but firmly scold him 𓈒 when jackie learns that wearing his binder too long can affect him getting top surgery in the future he's really upset 𓈒 although he's typically well behaved he'll throw tantrums when he's feeling dysphoric not wanting to give up his flat chest even if he's already been wearing his binder for too long 𓈒

it's not until shaun offers up his most oversized flannel that jackie stops fussing 𓈒 still he's moody for the rest of the afternoon , hardly wanting to play with his toys or joke around with his brothers 𓈒

growing up an only child with overprotective parents , jackie was never allowed much freedom as a child , hardly even allowed to play outside 𓈒 nat and shaun are determined to make up for this , teaching him how to catch frogs and skip rocks 𓈒 ( nat is a real master at skipping rocks 𓈒 )

synopsis: you are sick and your loving boyfriend/husband worried about you.

character [separate]: Nanami Kento x reader, Gojo Satoru x reader, Suguru Geto x reader, poor! Toji Fushiguro x reader, Sukuna Ryomen x reader, Choso Kamo x reader.

warning: SFW sweet & fluffy asf, suitable for all genders

words: 2030.

Kento N.

You've been sick for two days after a weekend in the mountains with Nanami. Feeling guilty for exposing you to the cold, he's been trying his best to take care of you, as he knows so well how to do.

"I feel guilty.. because of me that my love is sick." he whispered, his gaze filled with remorse.

You shook your head, the warmth of his gaze comforting you more than the blankets you had on you. "It’s not your fault, Ken, I’m the one who didn’t take care of myself enough. You have nothing to reproach yourself for."

You couldn't help but smile. You kept telling him that it wasn't his fault but yours for not being covered well enough but he wouldn't listen. You see him working with as much attention. He continued to watch over you, bringing more tea, adjusting the blankets around you with almost military precision, and cracking his clumsy jokes, just to see you smile.

You dozed off for a moment, enjoying the warmth he brought, but you woke up quickly when he leaned down gently to place a kiss on your forehead.

"Do you want me to bring you something else, or would you rather just stay here, quiet?" he asked, his voice soft, almost a whisper. You looked at him with a tired but sincere smile. "Just you, Nanami. That’s all I need to feel better."

He smiled, a glint of tenderness in his eyes, and settled down next to you, making sure not to move until you were fully recovered. In moments like these, you knew you were in good hands.

Gojo S.

You sneeze once more. Gojo, who was already looking at you with worried eyes, abruptly gets up from the chair he was sitting in. He takes his phone and dials the number of one of his available doctors.

You're sure of it because you barely started coughing, Gojo wanted to call but you managed to convince him that it will pass. It doesn't end up being the case.

You roll your eyes with a sigh. "Gojo... that's ridiculous. It will pass, it's just a little cough.", he gives you a half-offended, half-stubborn look. "Ridiculous? You're sick, it's a national emergency, baby. Do you want me to wait until it gets worse and you're bedridden for days?"

Before you can even answer, he's already talking to a doctor. "Yes, good evening, Doctor? It's Gojo Satoru. I have an emergency. Yes, it’s serious. My love has been coughing and sneezing for a few hours, and I think it could be… something serious."

You stifle a laugh despite yourself as you hear him exaggerate the situation. "Gojo, it’s not the Black Death either!" He looks at you and signals you to be quiet. "Shh, I’m handling it." Then, he continues with the doctor. "Yes, okay. Very well. I’ll write everything down and we’ll come if necessary. Thank you, Doctor."

As he hangs up, he looks at you with a triumphant smile. "Here, I’ve got it all planned out. Rest, hydration, and a list of medications just in case."

"You know you’re being dramatic, right?", you say, crossing your arms. "Maybe.", he replies, sitting down next to you. "But if it keeps you healthy, I’m willing to be ridiculous."

And despite your initial annoyance, you can’t help but smile. Gojo had this unique way of showing you how much he cared for you, even in times when you would have preferred him to calm down a little.

Geto S.

Lying on the couch, a soft blanket wrapped around you, you tried to fight the fever that had been pinning you there since the day before. Your nose was stuffy, your throat was on fire, and every muscle in your body seemed to scream in pain. All because of that stupid outing in the rain he had insisted on doing.

"It’ll be okay, you’ll see, a little rain never killed anyone," Geto had told you with his mischievous smile, as he led you on an unplanned walk, under a threatening sky.

But now, he was looking at you with remorseful eyes, a tray in his hands, containing hot soup and a glass of water.

"I’m sorry," he whispered for the umpteenth time as he placed the tray on the coffee table.

"You’ve said it ten times already," you replied in a hoarse voice, a slight smile stretching your lips despite the fatigue. “But I forgive you… even if I’m a little angry with you.” He crouched down beside you, his serious gaze fixed on yours.

"You should be very angry with me. I should never have insisted. But now, I’m going to make up for it. You just have to ask, and I’ll take care of it, understood?" You nodded softly, amused by his authoritarian tone that betrayed a great deal of guilt.

"Then stay here. That’s enough for me."

A comfortable silence settled between you. He sat down next to you, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders. Then, with a tender gesture, he brushed a lock of hair from your forehead.

Toji F.

You've been sick for a few days now because of a meal Toji made for you with expired leftovers from his fridge (he didn't pay attention to the expiration dates). It was his clumsy way of making you happy for once, but instead, you're sick because of him. Eaten up by guilt, he did everything he could to make it up to you.

To make matters worse, he had wanted to buy you what you needed to heal and comfort you, but he had quickly found himself facing a problem: he didn't have a penny in his pocket. He had ended up asking you for your own card to pay for your medications and your favorite meals.

"I’m so sorry, baby… I’m ashamed, really… I’m not worthy of you," he whispered, his voice almost shaking. You coughed slightly before giving him a reassuring smile. "It’s not your fault, Toji. You deserve me, and you know it. You made a mistake, it happens to everyone."

Toji looks at you silently, hesitant, then he sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. "You say that, but I keep screwing up… I meant well, and look where it got us. You stuck in bed, and me paying with your card when I’m the one who made you sick…"

You reached out a hand to grab his. Despite his clumsiness, you knew his intentions were sincere. "Toji, what matters is that you’re here for me right now. You’re doing your best, and that’s all I ask of you."

He smiled before leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. "You’re such a good for me." With a tired but genuine smile, you replied, "Because I love you, even if you don’t do everything perfectly."

Toji then took a blanket to put it on your shoulders and wrapped you gently. "Now, I'll take care of everything. What do you need? Water? Another herbal tea? Is your pillow well installed?"

You laughed softly, touched by his sudden protectiveness. He was rarely like this even though he loved you. "Toji, calm down, it’s okay. Just sit with me, that’s all I want."

He nods, almost relieved that you’re not asking him for anything more complicated. He sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around you to hold you close. "I promise, I’ll do better next time. But for now, at least let me cherish you as best I can."

Despite your fatigue and your persistent stomach ache, you had found comfort in his arms, feeling all his sincerity in his clumsy but loving gestures.

Sukuna R.

You fell seriously ill because of a servant of Sukuna, who poisoned you with a tea, consumed by jealousy towards your relationship with him. When he found out the truth, his anger was like hell, horrible and without real words to describe. Without the slightest hesitation, he killed her mercilessly.

Sukuna returned to your bedside. Despite his often impassive air and his terrifying reputation, he did not hesitate to take care of you with surprising attention. His hands, so accustomed to killing, were surprisingly delicate in touching you.

“Rest.” he orders, his tone intended to be authoritative, but with a hint of gentleness in it. He has summoned the best healers, demanding that they examine you and treat you immediately. You know he blames himself, even if it’s not his fault.

When they left, he stayed by your side, sitting on the edge of the bed. For a moment, he simply observed you, his dark gaze softened by an almost indecipherable expression. You were so beautiful even when weakened.

“If you would have died because of her, I would have never forgiven myself,” he whispers, his voice low but filled with a weight you’ve never heard before. You crack a weak smile despite your extremely tired and weak state. He was so gentle with you in private, more than he would have liked.

"I'm fine... thanks to you Sukuna. I love you.", he doesn't answer, his voice could become weak in front of you, he doesn't want to. He wants to be strong for you. He stands there, watching over you without a word, as if he refuses to take his eyes off you even for a moment, not letting anyone in.

For the first time, you glimpse a side of Sukuna that perhaps you must have known: a man capable of protecting without hesitation what he considers precious.

"I love you too."

Choso K.

You were lying on the couch, your face pale and your eyes half-closed, a warm blanket wrapped around you. The flu had caught you after her day spent with Choso, accompanying him to a tattoo parlor. You had insisted on coming to support him, but the cold morning air, combined with the hours spent in the poorly heated room, had gotten the better of you.

Choso, who never stopped blaming himself, watches you with a worried expression. He sits down next to you, gently stroking your hair, a tenderness in his gesture that contrasts with his usual air.

"I told you you didn't have to come," he murmured, his eyes filled with guilt. "I could have gone alone." You open your eyes slightly and sketch a tired smile, his voice hoarse but soft. "But I would have missed you, Choso. And besides... you knew I would insist on being there with you, even if it was to get you tattooed for hours."

He breathes, a slight frustration in his voice. "I'm sorry... You shouldn't have been exposed to all that." You shake your head gently, although your weakness doesn't stop you from wanting to reassure him. "It's okay... It's not your fault. I should have covered myself better, that's all."

Choso gets up and goes back to the kitchen, he prepares you a cup of hot tea that he brings to you delicately. He sits down next to you, making sure you were comfortable before handing you the cup.

"Drink this, it should help you a little. And I'm staying to watch over you, you can't refuse." You take the cup with a weak smile and take a few sips, enjoying the warmth that returns to his body. Choso smiled at you and brushed your forehead to check your temperature.

"Okay but if you give me a little tattoo...", she whispered, a playful wink. Choso smiled softly, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead.

"Maybe next time, when you're in better shape, I promise."

He stayed there, watching over you, ready to do anything to make you feel better. In his eyes, you could see all the sweetness and care he had for her. You knew he would do anything to make you happy.

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Your teachers wants you to succeed? Bro my teacher just wants me to survive the semester without being admitted to hospital again 😭

can someone PLEASE give me ways to make myself sick QUICK, ive been feeling like shit but I’m scared that I’m actually not sick and just over exaggerating it, so I want to get worse since I’m going 2 the doctor tomorrow..

craving frozen grapes cs i (personally) think they taste like ice cream but im sick so my dad wont let me have cold food 💔

Been sick for a week can someone patch that in the next update, thanks.

Guys sorry for posting just drabbles and not a lot of requests I got strep throat and a cold somehow, and even at my ripe age I'm getting my tonsils removed, like I've always got tonsil problems since I was a kid, idk why there getting taken out NOW so sorry about the slow process pookies I'll being posting a shit ton when I'm better byeee 💋🥰

the common cold won today x(

i woke up extreeeeemely unwell, i actually LOOK sick this time X^X

i may have won the battle yesterday, but not the war gggrggrgrgrrgrrrr

the worst part is that i have U.S government class today, and when ur absent the teacher makes u hand write a paper ~<~ its fineee i just don’t wanna do ittt

and school is SOOO exciting and gives me something to do with my day :P

but hey, i just have to remind myself that i can heal EVEN FASTER by staying home <333 and that it ain’t all bad

i’m sick rn @^@ common cold

i wanna go to school soooooo bad, i miss my friends and i wanna wear the shirt i made this weekend!! but i feel like if i go i’ll be miserablee x~x

i wish there was a magical spell potion for no sickness so i can be NOT sick and go to SKOOL

I have cut on my left arm that leaves this fold next to bicep.

When i train my left arm feels so heavy. This rash or whatever… came provably from mosquito. Well im fucked

I guess one more year neeting

I am demoralized if i cant even remain strong then whats the fucking point

Thmblr only ever recommends me “girls blogs” and groups.

Now I understand why users troon out.

please if you're sick stay at home if possible or at least wear a mask!

... even if it's just a cold some people don't have the best immune system and i am tired of being sick on top of my chronic illness every other week

When sick

Normal person: (takes cold medicine to stop flow of snot)

Me: (downs chili powder like a shot)

//ooc: i have so many allergy problems right now that it’s not even funny. But i still love spring. I’ll take a little fever dying in bed and having above 100 degree temps to see all the nature coming back to life

It's almost spring

I can't wait to see all the beautiful flowers

I have unfortunately lost my voice and I won't be able to stream tonight.

I should be back in full force tomorrow.

If you'd like, leave me a message letting me know what you'd like to see tomorrow.

Diablo III?

Control?

Cyberpunk?

Far Cry?

Left Behind?

Or The Selection (which is one of the worst YA books ever written)?

Me, tired of going to school: Dang, wish I was sick.

Universe: Allright, bet.

/Gets sick in friday/

Me: Duck you.

Universe:

I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”

On the topic of humans being everyone’s favorite Intergalactic versions  of Gonzo the Great: Come on you guys, I’ve seen all the hilarious additions to my “humans are the friendly ones” post. We’re basically Steve Irwin meets Gonzo from the Muppets at this point. I love it. 

But what if certain species of aliens have Rules for dealing with humans?

Don’t eat their food. If human food passes your lips/beak/membrane/other way of ingesting nutrients, you will never be satisfied with your ration bars again.

Don’t tell them your name. Humans can find you again once they know your name and this can be either life-saving or the absolute worst thing that could happen to you, depending on whether or not they favor you. Better to be on the safe side.

Winning a human’s favor will ensure that a great deal of luck is on your side, but if you anger them, they are wholly capable of wiping out everything you ever cared about. Do not anger them.

If you must anger them, carry a cage of X’arvizian bloodflies with you, for they resemble Earth mo-skee-toes and the human will avoid them.

This does not always work. Have a last will and testament ready.

Do not let them take you anywhere on your planet that you cannot fly a ship from. Beings who are spirited away to the human kingdom of Aria Fiv-Ti Won rarely return, and those that do are never quite the same.

Basically, humans are like the Fair Folk to some aliens and half of them are scared to death and the others are like alien teenagers who are like “I dare you to ask a human to take you to Earth”.

Sorry I didn’t post for goretober in a while, I caught a cold so I’ll be down for a few days before I continue!

Physarum sp. by Jim Oehmke

LINK ! ! !

Hey, LU fandom. It’s been a while ;-;

(Unintentional redraw of this post)

ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAVS FROM LAST YEAR

lowkey poetic writing sickfics while being sick myself

Growing up my parents taught me that if you’re too sick to [insert responsibility here] then you’re too sick to [insert something that makes you happy here].

It took me a really long time to unlearn this. When I would get sick or have a “bad day” I would deprive myself of anything that made me happy. Watching movies, eating something I enjoyed, going for a walk, playing video games or just browsing online looking at funny cat videos. I wouldn’t let myself do these things because I was always told that if I’m too sick to go to work, or do homework, or go to school then I must be too sick to play Mortal Kombat or watch Unsolved Mysteries lol.

Whenever I wouldn’t feel good, which I later learned as an adult was due to sleep deprivation caused by my ADHD and depression (and of course the depression itself would cause me to feel like shit), my parents would tell me “if you’re not throwing up, then you’re not sick.” And when I would stay home from school (or even work in my later teen years) my parents would make sure that I didn’t have any “fun.” No TV, no movies, no games, no going outside, no arts and crafts, no books, no nothing. Just lay in bed and feel miserable.

I’m happy to say that I no longer do this to myself. Now when I’m having a bad day or I’m sick (cold, flu or whatever) I allow myself to do the things (within reason lol) that I actually love doing. If I’m not too sick to step outside for a few minutes then I’ll go for a walk. I’ll watch my favorite movies and if it’s a bad day or a cold (something that doesn’t hinder my appetite too much) I’ll eat my favorite foods. I don’t guilt trip myself anymore for having a “sick day.”

Just because you’re sick (whether physically, emotionally or mentally) doesn’t mean that you can’t do things you enjoy. You’re not any less sick because you watch TV. You’re not any less sick because you’re playing video games. 

Actually you SHOULD be doing these things when you’re not feeling good because they make you feel better. The better you feel, the faster your heal. 

I'm getting into that trend lol. look at me gooooo

I won't get into it that much just because it's interesting... idk what he'll do while in my body lol

When you wanna draw but at the same time you don’t cuz you feel like shit. Just so you know the reason i haven’t posted anything like wips is because i haven’t done anything due to being sick and not properly eating in a whole week. Feel like shit and like imma throw up every time i try and eat food. Been eating small things like fruit because i can’t eat normal food. I wake up and my whole world feels like shit its bee going on for a whole week it started the week before last week on thursday i think idk. Feel like shit. I will repost/reblog stuff but anything else is heavily delayed. Also i forgot to mention all my other socials so ill come up with like some intro to me in like a while.

I'm sick with the tummy bug so I can't kiss my beautiful girlfriend Jolly!

But have this nice art