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“If you’re gonna attempt to go from Clark Kent for Halloween to Steve Rogers for Christmas, let me know. I soooo wanna video tape this shit.” There was a light teasing undertone to Tessa’s words as she approached Bellamy. “Though if you’re trying to find your superhero alter ego, I’d go with Chase Stein for you... Just seems like a good fit to me for some reasons. You got the look.” 

“I wonder if it’s like humanly possible to do that Captain America thing where he rips the piece of wood in half by hand,” Bellamy voices out loud. He’s been getting himself into the superhero stuff more and more. It started out as a way to have things to talk about with Tess but now, it’s just kind of like a fun pastime. Plus, it keeps him from having to think too hard about his movie selections when he has the time to watch something because he just goes down the super long superhero list. Two birds with one stone if you ask him.

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I’ve been forced to watch #Frozen soooo much this week that I started singing “Let it Snow” to the tune of “Let it Go”....

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Abby and Garrett wanted to build snowmen; and of course Tessa got roped in to being the one to take them over to the stall to do so. So as her two youngest siblings were busy constructing what didn’t even closely resemble a snowman, the brunette decided to go say ‘hi’ to one of her friends in hopes of passing the time. “Don’t let my sister hear you say that. We’ve watched Frozen probably, like, six times this week alone.... She knows all the words and will gladly serenade you.”

“I have to physically restrain myself from singing Do You Want to Build a Snowman right now. Mind you, I hate that song.” He said, while trying desperately to roll the snow into a ball. 

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tristantylers‌:

“How are you a 100 times tougher than I’ll ever be if I’m not weak enough to get bronchi-whatever in the first place?” That’s like– what? “That makes no sense.” But he listens to her go on, quickly being reminded why he can only handle time with losers in small amounts because god, the shit they get up to is so boring. “Wow, you’re right, maybe you are a 100 times tougher than I’ll ever be because that loser shit would put me in a coma so fast.” He rolls his eyes. “But hey, you’re back from the dead, Keller. Morning rituals can resume as scheduled. Hope you’re ready. Put your warrior shit to good use because some other poor soul had to suffer while you were out and I don’t think that sits well on your conscience.”

“Bronchiectasis. It’s not that hard of a word to pronounce... And here I thought you were supposed to be smart, Hacker.” Tessa shook her head and let out a soft sigh. “Look it up sometime, buddy. You wouldn’t be able to last a day dealing with what I gotta deal with.” Then again, she had no choice in dealing with it, even if there were countless times she wished she did. Just once, she’d like to know what it truly felt like to be healthy. “Eh, I do gotta admit I did miss our little morning chats while stick in the hospital. Morning bloodwork is a lot less fun; and most of my nurses aren’t up for witty banter... So I must thank you for your amusement. Hope you didn’t torture some other soul too much while I was gone. Í’m the jealous type, y’know.” She stated, rolling her eyes heavily.

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whycaseyroberts‌:

“Wait, wait, wait. You can still get the flu even if you’ve had your flu shot? I mean, I’m pretty sure I’ve had my shot- how often do you have to get them? Is it every year? - and what is the point in getting a flu shot then?” Casey was firing a lot of questions at Tess but she had many more than that, the more she was thinking about the whole thing. In fact, she was starting to wonder if flu shots were some sort of conspiracy. To what end, she wasn’t sure of just yet.

“Yeah. The flu shot itself won’t protect you entirely; but it does, likely, greatly reduce your risk of getting the virus.” Tessa explained. “I’m not sure of the exact stats; but I think it’s somewhere in the 40 to 60% range?” She’d have to double check that when she the chance, if she remembered. “And yes. You’re supposed to get it every year. The flu virus itself changes; so the vaccine changes to keep up. So you wanna get it annually in order to best protect yourself.”

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connyro‌:

let’s be honest, most of that so called psa went in one of conny’s ears and out the other. he’d already had his flu shot, the moment it had been considered ‘flu season’, one of the privileges/disadvantages of being the son of a nurse he guessed. “ you know you can get the flu from the shot itself. ” he said, and he’s only 70% sure that’s true. “ its not like some magical cure, it gives you a little bit of the flu so the antibodies are pre-made and ready to go if you actually get the flu. maybe your immune system is so shit that it couldn’t even make the antibodies to fight the little bit of the flu. ” he suggested, and he’s not trying to be mean, he thinks its rather interesting. even if he has no real idea if what he was saying was completely true or not. it sounded right to him. 

“Actually, the flu vaccine is made from an inactive virus; so it can’t actually transmit the infection. The whole getting sick from the shot itself thing is a myth.” Tessa knew her facts, at least where medical things were concerned. “I know my immune system is shit; so even though I always get the shot, I also have to heavily rely on others to get it too... Hence my PSA.”

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tristantylers‌:

Tristan scoffs, amused. “Weakling,” easily leaves his lips. But he must say: he’s pleased. His mornings at school haven’t been the same without Keller. “But back from the dead I see. Good. I was getting bored without you around, Shortstop.” He can feel all of the insults he hasn’t spewed at her quickly bubbling to the surface, eager to shoot past his lips. He’s excited. “So what does a tiny goblin like you do when you’re bed-ridden and ill? Sniff your toes?” He suggests. “You know, since you can’t do much gymnastics when you’re confined to a bed I suppose. Gotta keep that flexibility up somehow.”

“I prefer the term ‘bronchiectasis warrior’... which means I’m, like, 100 times tougher than you’ll ever be.” Tessa stated, arms crossing over her chest as she looked up at Tristan. One of the few good things about being sick and out of school for two weeks was not having to see his smug face or hear his irritating voice every day. It was a blessing. “But if you must know, I have a tendency to spend most my time reading comics, playing video games, and binging Netflix whenever I’m stuck in the hospital. This time was no different... Though if you want specifics, I read New Mutants: Demon Bear, played Let’s Go Eevee, and binged FRIENDS. There was no sniffing of the toes. They were constantly covered by wicked cool slipper socks anyway.”

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daxneal‌:

“Dude. I’m glad I’m not the only one. I get mine every year and still somehow get sick. I know you’re supposed to get the virus within the shot, but I get it like months later. The flu and all of it’s constant changing bacteria can really fuck off.”

“Y’know, as much as I hate the flu, I’ll still take it over pneumonia any day.” Now that had to be the absolute worst, at least in Tessa’s opinion. But then again, when she got pneumonia, it was the absolute worst thing imaginable. It knocked her down for months. “But I agree. The flu can fuck off. All of these damn viruses can fuck off.”

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“Here’s my PSA for the week... If you haven’t already gotten your flu shot this season, go get it. The flu’s not fun; and having to make up weeks worth of homework is even worse.” Tessa would know. She’d been out of the school the past two weeks with the flu, despite having gotten her flu shot. Talk about unfair. “And if you have already gotten your flu shot, thank you from all of us with shitty immune systems who still get sick despite getting the damn shot.” She knew she had to have contracted it from someone at school who hadn’t bothered with the shot yet. That was most likely the case; and it sucked that such a thing could so easily be prevented. 

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@gymnastess: Here’s to a moment of silence for the great Stan Lee. Thank you for gifting the world with your vivid imagination, wit, and everything Marvel. RIP ❤️ #Excelsior

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thatdudebellamy‌:

Bellamy sighs. “Fine,” he mutters. He always gives in to whatever Tess wants anyway since she obviously knows better. Plus, it’s like disrespectful and shit to go against your Sensei. He’ll google the difference between those words later. He wants to land a backflip before Christmas. Deciding to move on to other things, Bellamy shrugs the strap of his backpack higher up on his shoulder before going, “So these pictures are pretty crazy, right?” Bringing up what’s currently plaguing the halls. Bellamy has always felt quite indifferent towards the whole Boogeyman situation since a lot of it happened before he arrived. But now that he’s been living in this town long enough to experience the news of a murder and is involved in some of the photos allegedly taken by the Boogeyman, he feels much more connected to it. More scared, more worried. More everything and a lot of that everything is not good.

At the mention of the pictures, Tessa sent a quick glance around the hall. Of course she’d noticed them. How could one not notice them? They were everywhere; and they were of her classmates, her friends. “Yeah... All the more reason I’m glad I didn’t go to that Dare Night. Shit’s whack. Kinda terrifying.” Since the return of the boogeyman and everything surrounding it, she’d been unfortunately following the news. It was hard not to. It was all over town. Kids she knew... She’d never been super close to any of the victims; but it still hurt. It was still scary not knowing who could be next. And the pictures from Dare Night... It could’ve been anyone. Any single individual in any of those pictures could’ve been a target. Or could be the next target. And that’s what scared the brunette the most. Some of her closest friends were in those pictures. She didn’t want to lose them.

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yeahthomas‌:

Tom is organizing the contents of his locker when he overhears someone talking about their backpack being stuffed with popcorn. He’s been smelling butter. Or something burnt. He looks over his shoulder to see Tess Keller talking to someone with her backpack in fact filled with bags and bags of popcorn. “Oh thank god, I thought I was about to have a seizure or something,” he mutters before turning back to his things with a relieved sigh.

Tessa looked up from the person she’d been conversing with, the one she’d been talking to regarding all the popcorn in her bag. Hearing someone mutter something, she turned to face him. “Here, Tom. Have some popcorn.” She stated, grabbing a bag from her backpack and tossing it in his direction. The more popcorn she could get rid of, the better. “And sorry for making you think you were gonna have a seizure. Some of this shit’s just burnt beyond recognition... But your bag should be okay.”

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kkvrtz‌:

           “      my tone ?”    it was offensive and just as dangerous to assume someone’s discriminating because of their tone but it was also incredibly ridiculous, so xander laughed.       “      fuck right off, you don’t have a disability, you’re just short.      ”     xander had considered himself being civil from the start of the conversation. he found the attack and demands a tad unnecessary and it was only poking at the anger he’s done his best to suppress.    “      or you’ll what ?  maybe i do got a problem with disabled people, fuck are you gonna do about it ?”

“You ever hear of an invisible disability? Or an invisible illness?” This guy needed to get his head out of his ass and actually become educated about this sort of stuff. But then again, a lot of people did. There were a lot of people in this word that judged others based on how they looked; and if someone didn’t physically look disabled, these people thought there was no way in hell they could be. Tessa had come across that directly a handful of times over the years; and it always bothered her. But she’d started to see it as a learning opportunity for the other person. “’Cause what I have isn’t necessarily something you can see just by looking at me. But I have something called bronchiectasis that pretty much means my lungs are pieces of shit that are slowly failing me. Oh, and I have ADHD. Nothing wrong with either. They make me who I am..” By now, her backpack was completely zipped up and back slung over her shoulder. “As for what I’m gonna do regarding the fact you might have a problem with disabled people, I’m gonna suggest you get your priorities straight. You never know who’s facing something invisible you can’t see. And you never know who is related to someone with a disability either that you could be offending... Oh, and your own life could change in an instant one day. What if you were to get into an accident and become paralyzed? A wheelchair would make you visibly disabled; and I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone teasing you about that. Or what if you have a kid someday with a disability or an illness? I’m sure you wouldn’t wanna hear they were being bullied just for being a bit different.” She let out a heavy sigh. “So while I’d love to punch you in that smug face of yours, I won’t. For two reasons. One, I can’t reach it. And two, you really don’t deserve it. You’re just uneducated; and I feel that’s more society’s fault for having failed you... I’m sorry you were raised thinking ableism is okay.” Again she let out a sigh before shifting her backpack so she could unzip it and grab a bag of popcorn from inside. "Here.” She tossed the bag in his direction. “For your troubles.”

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davidtxsh‌:

“It’s too late for that now, don’t you think?” he teased, shaking his head as he feigned disappointment while looking at her. “It’s not going to last long if everyone knows about it. I’ll probably just get my own candy stash that I won’t tell any of you about,” he joked while opening the bag of popcorn and starting to munch on some.

"Keep in mind I’ve lived in this house since I was six. I know all the hiding places; so I’d like to see you try and find one for your candy stash I don’t already know about.” If David really wanted his own candy stash, Tessa wouldn’t touch it. She only went after her little brothers’ stashes because she used to help take them around trick-or-treating on the years she didn’t have gymnastics. And her stealing some of their candy was her ‘tax’. It’d become tradition. 

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thatdudebellamy‌:

“Oh,” he sounds, clearly not knowing that till now. Honestly, he doesn’t really even know what pneumonia wholly entails, just that people say you can get it from being cold and wet or something. “Whoa hey, totally uncalled for, bro - I too have confidence. I like, nearly broke my back that one time we were trying it, that’s super confident,” he points out. Maybe even too confident, considering how much his back hurt and they had to cut practice short that day. “I’m not a gymnast or anything but I’ve totally got moves.” Childish ones. He’s pretty sure certain toddlers enrolled in beginner’s classes do better than him on most days. He’d like to remind everyone that this isn’t his sport, okay. He’s a football player. Or was. And before that he played Lacrosse, which isn’t all that helpful to him either.

“There’s a difference between confidence and cocky. We’ll work on your backflip more when you can come to me and tell me the difference between the two, m’kay?” Tessa wasn’t gonna allow Bellamy to try a backflip before she knew 100% he was ready. The last thing she wanted was for him to get hurt. She didn’t want to be responsible for any of his injuries. She cared about him. He’d slowly grown to become a good friend of hers. 

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kkvrtz‌:

                “      the fuck are you on about?   never said anything’s wrong with having a disability. just asked if you had one.      ”      xander wasn’t politically correct on a lot of topic by any means, but when people attack him he’d prefer if it were for things he actually said.  when the backpack filled with popcorn is moved away from him, he instinctively raises a middle finger at her.       “      fuck your popcorn, lordred brick.  i asked a fucking question.      ”

“Your tone.” Tessa’s eyes narrowed at the guy, not even phased by the fact he’d just flipped her off. “Your tone made it sound like you think there’s something wrong with having a disability... Which while my brother doesn’t, I do. So you better not think there’s anything wrong with having one.” She stated rather bluntly, starting to zip up her backpack as she spoke.

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imsg ✉️ tess ♡

Eli: oh, that's amazing!!

Eli: i did a couple myself but i was too big of a chicken to do the ones with most points so...

Eli: what's congee? lol. but hey, if it serves as an excuse to have david over, i'm all for it 😋

Tess: Its this Chinese rice porridge dish

Tess: I know it sounds kinda gross, but the way my dad makes it is actually really good 🍚