#had covid for the past week 😭

[princekirijo]

Oh I definitely know the feeling of OC blorbos plaguing my every waking thought. Katsuro isn't at that point (YET. I want put a lot of emphasis on that.) However there's a group of persona OCs I have that have that have been occupying my brain since I was like 16 (they're the ones from that library idea I had a while back)

You 🤝 Me -> suffering from OC blorbo thoughts

I am very curious about your other persona OCs 👀 I vaguely remember the library idea and it was super cool!!!

[roszabell]

gang im cooked ceramics project is due dry and painted on thursday and i’m only at half the height requirement

[orcelito]

Starting to accept that my sore throat I've had all week is maybe not due to dust irritants

[yangjeongin]

why am i going to cry over hyunjin's bday live

[hatake]

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[eunhos]

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[smoothies-are-cool]

everybody talks

boyfriend! matt sturniolo x girlfriend! reader

summary: everybody talks is matt and readers “song”. they sing it all the time together but when matt and his brothers get covid they have to quarantine so matt can’t see his girlfriend.

warnings: swearing, kissing, pet names (baby, sweetheart, handsome, beautiful), being sick??.

a/n: @worldlxvlys told me to write this one next so here it is!! this might be a stupid idea but i thought it was kinda cute

me and my boyfriend matt have been dating for a year and 5 months. on our one year anniversary we decided to hard launch our relationship. the fans were a little rocky at first but after seeing our relationship over the last 5 months, they’ve grown to really love us together.

one day when nick was live, the fans could see me and matt screaming and dancing the lyrics of ‘everybody talks’ by neon trees. that was when we told them that was our favorite song to listen to when we’re together.

me and matt hadn’t seen each other in 2 weeks due to the fact him and his 2 brothers had gotten covid. he texted me everyday, telling me how much he misses me. i obviously missed him too. going from seeing him everyday to not seeing him for 2 weeks was definitely weird.

when the friday video came out i watched it, laughing as nick turned his ipad screen around to show my boyfriend. nick and chris had both tested negative, but matt was still testing positive so he was stuck in his room for a while longer. since matt was the only one who could drive, they filmed this video in the car.

15 minutes into watching the video, matt decides to burst out into song.

“and that is when i kissed herrrr.” he sings, bopping his head. i laugh, going to look at the comments.

user: awww matt singing him and y/n’s song 🥹

user: AW IS MATT MISSING Y/N??

user: matt bursting out into song im cackling 😭

user: HELP THE FACT THAT MATT IS ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT Y/N I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

i smile as i scroll through the comments. suddenly a wave of sadness washes over me and i miss my boyfriend more than ever. 2 weeks has been long enough. i shrug, grabbing my keys and slipping on my uggs. rushing to my car, i immediately back out of my apartment building parking lot.

10 minutes later i pull into his driveway. slamming my car door shut, i walk up the front door and knock. chris opens the door.

“hey y/n?” he says, a questioning tone in his voice. “matt’s still sick.” he tells me.

“i know. i just didn’t wanna wait any longer to see him.” i explain, waiting for him to let me in. he moves to the side and opens the door wider.

“he’s streaming right now. just so you know.” i thank chris and walk past him.

i walk right up to matt’s room, knocking on his door.

“go away.” he yells and i laugh slightly. he must’ve changed his mind because he yells a, “come in.”

i walk into his room and he’s sitting at his gaming desk, his eyes towards the door.

“hi baby.” i softly say, walking over to matt and straddling his lap. i put my legs through the holes of the chair, making it more comfortable for us. my arms go around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

“what are you doing here sweetheart, i don’t wanna get you sick.” matt tells me, hesitantly wrapping an arm around me.

“i don’t care, i just wanted to see you.” i put my head in his neck. he wraps his other arm around me, holding me tightly.

“alright guys, i got my girl with me so i’m gonna head off. thank you all for tuning in.” he tells the stream, ending it and turning off his pc.

“how are you feeling baby?” i ask him, getting off his lap and standing up.

“a little better. i probably look like shit.” he laughs slightly. i shake my head, walking closer to him so i can wrap my arms around his neck.

“that’s impossible. you always look handsome. my handsome boyfriend.” i beam and his face goes red. i slowly move my face closer to his. just as my lips were about to touch his, he pulls away.

“i don’t wanna get you sick beautiful.” he whispers, his face so close to mine i can feel his breath.

“i don’t care.” i tell him. he quickly presses my lips to his, his hands planting themselves on my hips.

“i’m glad you’re here, i missed you so much.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“i missed you more.” i laugh.

“you know, people are gonna be talking about the fact that i called you sweetheart on the stream.” he points out, and i can’t help but laugh more.

“it’s okay, let them talk. everybody talks.” i tell him, smiling ear to ear.

a/n: okay hi. i didn’t know how to end this so we got that

[thinfatfit]

I know I don’t post on here often anymore but in the past you’ve all supported me soooo much and I really really need it right now if any of you are still here please ❤️❤️❤️❤️.

So as some of you know I’m 31 and my dad died when I was 14 and my mom when I was 26. I had a long term boyfriend but we broke up right after my mom died and then Covid happened and I’ve been so lonely ever since. I have a lot of friends and a lot of hobbies but it just doesn’t fill the void.

In April I was visiting DC and met a guy there on tinder and we went on three dates in a week and he was super into cuddling and slept over in my last night and stayed up all night even though he had work the next day and would do nose rub kisses. And he kept talking about us visiting each other so I went back in May and he came to visit me for a week in July. He also texted me every day since we met and would send hearts and say he misses me.

Then I noticed yesterday that he updated his tinder profile so I messaged him and asked what he was looking for and he said just something casual for now bc of distance and to see what else is out there since he just started dating (I was his first tinder date and he’s never really had a relationship). So I told him that’s not what I want and I think we should take some space bc idk what else to say and he said ok. Then a few hours later I asked if he wants to talk on the phone bc it’s weird to end on a text but he hasn’t replied yet.

Anyways I’m soooooooo sad 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Please send love and support if you can ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[navstuffs]

hi!! i really love your writing and i would love if you could feed me with a request (only if you're comfortable with it, ofc) 👉🏼👈🏼 what about a leon x reader where reader is passing through a very tough depressive crisis and is really not fine mentally speaking — and leon just try to help and comfort them through this? 👉🏼👈🏼

anyway, thank you for your fics, they really helped me these days 😭💗

Anchor

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GNPartner!Reader

Summary: It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. He shouldn't be there and you shouldn't have opened it. 

Warning tags: hurt/comfort, angst, leon almost died, reader is suffering with anxiety due to past events, can be read as platonic or romantic (you choose)

Writer's Notes: hello! first of all, im sorry i took so long to write this request for you. i changed some stuff and i hope you don't mind (reader is still depressed). thank you so much your kind words and i hope this fic serves as comfort for you!! <333 stay safe anon!

for more painful leon's fics, check my masterlist. i have some happy ones too :)

It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. It is the third time that week only, the fifth of the month. 

It starts when you don’t appear at work after two weeks since his return, and no one knows where you are. HR informs you are sick, which means you are still alive somewhere in the world, just sick. Okay, but sick with what? Sick how? Are you in the hospital? Do you need any help? Leon knows you don’t have family around, like him, and you are pretty much alone - like him. 

So, as any regular worried friend would, he calls and texts. He wants to hear your voice and guarantee that you don’t need help and have everything you need. That you truly are okay. No answer. HR has guaranteed him you are not dead, but what if you—no, he shouldn’t think about that.

The next step is going to your house. He knows where your address is and wouldn’t be a complete weird appearing there in the afternoon. No answer. Leon won’t be a creep as far as looking at your windows, at least not yet. He won’t go as far as busting your door and checking how you are feeling because he needs to confirm you are okay. You might just not be home.

On the second visit, Leon got awfully close to kicking your door. Before he could do that or even knock, he saw a shadow pass over the window. Though Leon told himself he wouldn’t, he looked inside just in time to see you disappear to the second floor. So, at least you are really alive, Leon’s body filling with relief. It could have been a bad case of flu, and you don’t want to contaminate anyone.

One more week passes, and he visits your house two more times. Those times you didn’t even bother to hide yourself, lazily lying down on the sofa in a way Leon couldn’t see your face (oh yeah, now he is definitely peeking out your windows). So you are genuinely ignoring him or truly sick with some contagious disease. Maybe Covid?

The fifth time he knocks on your door, it is 1 am and Leon is deeply not only worried but bitter. He was sitting in his apartment alone, wondering what you had and why you didn’t open the door for him. You two are colleagues, and Leon would dare to go as far as to call you his friend if anyone asked. How many times have you brought him soup while he was sick? Brought him meds, kept him company? Checked on him until he was finally all better?

It would be only fair if he did the same.

Leon grabs his keys without even thinking: You will open the door for him tonight. And if you don’t, well, he will kick it open. To hell with the civil approach.

-x-

All the courage slips away from his body when he notices the kitchen’s light on. Leon can’t see anything inside since you decided to make his life harder and close the curtains. So, instead of kicking that door until it’s down, Leon goes back to the gentle approach (like the idiot he is): he knocks.

The door opens not even ten seconds later, and Leon blinks, surprised. You are there. You, not a trick of his eyes: a fluffy and long blanket covering your body, only your face peeking with a familiar expression Leon recognizes immediately - he had seen in his own mirror before.

“You won. What the fuck do you want?” Those are the first words to him in weeks.

“May I come in?” 

You ponder for a moment, your eyes red, and Leon wonders when you last slept. You walk away, leaving the door open, and Leon follows inside, locking the door behind him. 

Your house isn’t in the best state. He had been here before and thought you weren’t the most organized person (“I can find myself in my own mess, Leon.”). The mess had grown too much from normal. There were tons of take-out boxes on the kitchen counter, pizza boxes, and fast food bags. At least you had been eating—not the best food ever, but feeding. He could work with that.

And the bottles—oh, those Leon would identify anywhere. You weren’t a heavy drinker, and you mentioned plenty of times you didn’t know how he liked whiskey. Now, there were countless empty bottles of whiskey, beer, and vodka, so much so that the place looked like a bunch of frat boys had a party just the night before and didn’t bother to clean.

Leon follows you to the living room as you fall onto the couch. An old Simpsons episode plays on the TV screen. There are still some bags and bottles on the floor, but fewer. Your eyes focus on the TV, not really watching or paying attention to him.  Leon stands there, keeping a safe distance from you and gathering what to say. 

“I came to check on you.” Leon starts, his eyes glued on you. “You haven’t called or texted me back. The HR said-”

“I am sick. I wanted to be left alone.”

“I know, but-”

“I could complain about this to HR, you know? It could be considered an invasion of privacy, and you could lose your job. “

“I was worried about you.”

“You saw me in the window that day, didn’t you? I’m alive and breathing. Now get out.”

You hide your face in the sofa, conversation clearly done on your side. It feels like an impossible battle to win. Leon then tries again, “Do you need anything?” 

“No. Get out.”

He sighs, turning on his heels. Leon wants to say you can call if you need him, any time, but Leon knows you wouldn't. This is an impossible battle to win, Leon realizes as he starts to leave. But then he freezes, a memory piercing his thoughts. Leon comes back to the living room, your face still hidden.

“No.”

“What?” 

“I am not leaving. Not before I know what is wrong.”

“I am sick.”

“Yes. So I have heard.” 

You don’t turn to look at him, and that’s fine. If you want to be stubborn, so could he. Leon can wait. The episode on the TV finally ends, and as the familiar opening plays in the background, you slowly turn in his direction, one eye appearing first, then the other, as if expecting Leon would be gone by now. Unlucky for you, Leon S. Kennedy didn’t give up that easily, especially for his friends.

“I don’t know what you are feeling, but I know that face.” His voice manages to sound neutral.

Of course, he does. Of course, your partner, the legendary D.S.O veteran, would know. You, just a newbie, would have no idea what he went through, but Leon didn’t seem the kind of person to crumble for anything. Leon would probably be fine if you were the one to get shot, not him. He wouldn’t have panicked, he wouldn’t have started crying, screaming for someone to help them, losing themselves in a sea of despair and pain.

“Hey…”

Blood. So much blood in your hands. You are useless, you can’t help him as Leon’s face loses color-

“Hey.”

He deserved someone better—someone much better as a partner—not you, a weak agent who thought you were strong enough to stand by his side. Oh, how wrong you were.

Leon calls your name, more urgent this time, and your line of sight is filled with the face of the man you considered your friend right at your path—concerned blue eyes, his hair tickling against your face. His forehead is in concentration, the faint ghost of a beard, as he speaks soothingly. “Hey, look at me. You are safe. Deep breaths, come on.” 

The visions mix as you blink: Leon losing blood in your arms, unconscious, back to being safe, his worried eyes staring at you.

Your rapid breathing noise fills the room, your heart wanting to burst as the pain spreads over your body, the pain worse than being stabbed or punched. You keep your eyes on Leon - he is fine, he is safe, he is well, he is worried sick about you- as he continues to nod and tell you to breathe.

It takes a while, Leon’s hands on your shoulder as you finally calm down, the tears rolling freely from your eyes.

“I am sorry.” You manage to whisper. “I am so sorry.”

“You are safe. We both are safe.” Leon declares, and you take that in. Right now, yes. But what about tomorrow? What about-? “Hey, eyes open at me.” When had you even closed them? “Come on. There is no one else, just you and me. And we are safe.” 

You nod, not arguing back. Finally, you sit down, and Leon takes two steps back. “Water?” 

“I think there are some in the fridge,” you reply, cleaning your tears. Leon leaves and quickly comes back with two bottles, unbottling them for you. You shake your head, but Leon insists, and you drink in small sips, the cold liquid refreshing your dry throat. When was the last time you had any water? Or took a shower? Or slept?

Finally, you give him space on the couch to sit. Leon doesn’t, and you point your head to your side, and he sits, keeping a safe distance from you. You two say nothing for a while, simply looking at the TV to watch Bart Simpsons on his shenanigans. 

“I am sorry.”

“Would you stop that?” Leon sighs back, frustrated. 

“No. I am sorry.”

“Fine. I forgive you. Are we good now?”

“No.” 

“I knew it wouldn’t be,” Leon replies with a sad smile.

“You could have died, and I didn’t-” Leon says your name, but you continue “-let me finish. I didn’t help. I didn’t move. I did nothing.” 

Leon didn’t want to talk about this, knowing it was inevitable. The day he took a bullet for you: not one, but two. Leon noticed before you, his reflexes quicker than yours. It was his responsibility anyway.

You only watched, shocked, as the bullet pierced his leg, then his chest. You didn’t move or flinch; you just froze, your hands closing and opening nervously as Leon fell right in front of you. You had been fortunate that the backup team had arrived on the other second, finding in the middle of the swarm of bullets a screaming you protecting Leon with his own body, all training thrown out of the window. You two should have been dead. Life had given you and him another chance, since no other vital organ or vein of Leon had been damaged.

You don’t remember much after except asking for your resignation that same day and getting a “No” as an answer. So you decided to get on sick leave until some higher-up got tired and fired you.

“I did nothing.” Leon tries to interrupt you again, but you continue, “You could have died, and I did nothing.”

“It wouldn’t be your fault.” 

“What? Of course, it would!” 

“No, it would not.” 

“Can you fucking stop trying to make me feel better?” Your tone is so angry, so vile, that Leon almost flinches. 

Death is always in the back of his mind. Every time he is out there, he could die. He is expandable; they all are, but he couldn’t just let you die. You a much smarter version of what he once was during Raccoon City. The same bravery, but not foolish as his. Much sharper. Leon knew why he got paired up with you in the first place, the irony not completely lost in him. 

It would have been fine if Leon died that day he protected you, but not okay if you did. Not on his watch. Not now, not ever.

“I can’t help it,” Leon replies, a sad smile on his lips. “I can’t help it, especially when a friend needs my help.” 

A friend? 

Do not grow attachments. Wasn’t that your first lesson? It had been hard to be paired up with a man who hated it at first, then to learn how to laugh at his silly jokes or admire how far Leon would go for anyone. For anyone, except himself, stupid brave man.

You open your mouth and close it, simply lying against the sofa with your eyes closed. 

“So, let me help you?” His voice is warm and inviting. 

It would be best if you said no. You should kick this man out of your living room, out of your life, and never go back to that stupid job fighting an endless battle that would end with you dead or someone you cherished dead. You don’t know how Leon does it, but as you open your eyes, his blue eyes look straight at you awaits in hope. Waiting to comfort you, support you to the best of his abilities, and be your friend.

The pain is still there, vivid in your soul and mind, but there is hope. Right there, in that tiny spot you gave Leon S. Kennedy. That’s why you shouldn’t have opened that damn door, you realize, but it is too late. You limit on nodding.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not watching my sick goddaughter and then not wanting to watch her sick brother

*fake names used obviously

Two days ago I got a message from my goddaughter's mom, Nancy, saying that my goddaughter, Natasha, had thrown up at school. The reason Nancy let me know was because her husband would be picking up Natasha's little brother, Dennis, who I watch from 7:30 AM to 3:30 PM most days.

Anyway, I have an extreme, irrational fear of throwing up. So after Nancy let me know Natasha was sick, I was afraid Nancy would then ask if Natasha could come over to my house the next day along with Dennis. Nancy works the night shift so she sleeps during the day and her husband works from 8 AM to 4 PM. I've watched both kids since they were infants. I love them as if they were my own, but when they're sick with a stomach bug, or just throwing up for whatever reason, I would prefer they stayed home away from me so that I can avoid getting what they have lol.

I've always felt bad about this, because they're little and I feel like at my grown age I should be okay with being around them if they've thrown up. Yet, I find myself internally freaking out about getting sick AND I get so paranoid I swear I make myself sick sometimes. Nancy knows this about me.

Sure enough, Nancy calls me and nonchalantly asks if Natasha can come over the next day with Dennis because the school told her Natasha couldn't return for 24 hours. Usually I would give in and say yes because I feel bad saying no, but recently my brother's have reminded me that Nancy only pays me 200 dollars every two weeks to watch Dennis four days a week, eight hours a day. Nancy has acknowledged that she'd have to pay way more at a daycare, so she appreciates what I, and my family do for them.

I love the kids, I really do, but despite having known their parents for so long it feels as though Nancy and her husband only really see me and my family as the help and almost expect us to always be available. Or maybe I'm just projecting my insecurities onto them about not feeling appreciated enough? Which I know is bad, but it's instances like this that have bothered me in the past. You wouldn't take the children to a daycare if they've thrown up right? Or if they're sick with something like covid (which they gave us like two years ago), or if they have a fever, but they've brought them over anyway. It feels mean, you know? Like I love the kids, but I don't want to get sick. Maybe I'm just a horrible, paranoid, awful person and I do think that sometimes. Ha ha, is this an instance in which it would be ok to set a boundary🤔😭

On top of that, I don't charge Nancy extra (nor does she offer to pay) when she asks me to watch the kids on the weekends for a few hours or when she's got time off of work and wants to bring them over. I know this is my fault, because I do not charge her, but again I feel bad asking for more money. My biggest fear for a long time was that she would stop bringing the kids over if I did ask for a little raise or asked her not to bring them over if they were sick, but was always reminded by my brothers that Nancy didn't want to pay for daycare. Still I felt too ashamed to ask for more babysitting money or for Nancy or her husband to keep the kids home sick, and again I feared she would find someone else to watch the children.

Anyway, I told Nancy no. I was very apologetic and reminded her that I get really paranoid when someone is sick throwing up. I told her I just didn't want to get sick because then I'd be out for one to two days. Which would mean I wouldn't be able to watch Dennis and she or her husband would have to miss out on a day of work. Nancy sounded let down, maybe annoyed? I'm not sure, I can't remember. I am kind of spiraling about it  as I'm typing this out now. I feel really bad that I said no, especially because Nancy called me from her car so Natasha heard me say no. Luckily, Natasha was happy that she would get to go spend time with her mom at work. Nancy works in an office as the manager of a warehouse, so it's not like Natasha had to wait in some break room or alone somewhere.

Then tonight I get a message from Nancy saying Dennis threw up, and the panic set in all over again. I feel bad telling her to keep him, even though she eventually offered to keep him home after my many questions: what time did it happen; did he only puke once; does he have a fever; how is he feeling now? I'm sure she's annoyed that I might say "Yes, please keep him." Because that would mean she would either have to stay awake with him and not sleep before work tomorrow night, or that her husband would have to stay home. I think I'm going to tell her to keep him. I feel bad, but I guess not bad enough, huh? I'm trying to justify it to myself, I know, but that's why I'm here. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[narrycherries]

🌟🌟 ↓ ↓ EXCITING NEWS ↓ ↓ 🌟🌟

After contemplating this for the past few months, I have decided to start posting a full length story. I haven’t posted a whole story like this in years (and I’ve never done one on tumblr!) so, check the teaser photos out down below & and some little details! More to come in the new couple of weeks! reserve a spot on the tag list for this story!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️ PREVIEW HERE

“love of my life”

- by narrycherries

So I usually don’t read stories where Harry’s actually “Harry Styles” (or well, what we all perceive as Harry styles) and it’s been ages since I wrote a full story where he is “himself” - with that being said, this will be a “famous Harry” story but it will still be alternative universe (one example: no covid pandemic - we had to love through that, I don’t want my fictional characters to 😭)

Of course, while I am saying this is “Harry styles” I’ll be writing him in the way I want, and things will be different - but I reallyyyyy love his character in this story and I hope you’ll feel the Same way!

I really love this story so far (I’m pretty deep into it.. I work on it a lot) and I’m excited to see how you all respond to it :) I’ve been working on it for nearly three years.. I’ve reworked the concept, changed the title several times, etc but it’s at a point now where I want people to read it and I want to share it! 🩷

I am doing some tests on how I want to lay it out on here, so be patient! It is coming!!!

When I open my patreon back up, the updates will be available as early access - but it will be available on here no matter what!

⭐️⭐️ I’m going all out for this! There will be more photos and little teasers coming, as well as a playlist. If you want to be included in the new tag list for this, leave a comment or send me a message! ⭐️⭐️

-> The second teaser post will include tags, more images, a collage, and some songs from the playlist! As well as a short excerpt from the story!

[greasysteak]

NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

Tagged by @ihatedean (thank youuu 💗)

Last song: Golden Age by Ethel Cain

Favorite color: blue and magenta

Last movie/Tv Show: last movie i watched is Saltburn which I watched with my best friend 💗 and last show is Six Feet under which I’m watching at the moment; very underrated and really good, supernatural fans that enjoy the family drama angle will love it. (I’ve wanted to watch succession for forever omg but I never got past the first ep….)

Sweet/spicy/savory: SPICY, then savory, then sweet.

Relationship status: I like someone but I still don’t know what I will do about it :3

Last thing I googled: “cold symptoms below the neck” which I have 😭,,, searched it right now after I woke up from my nap; I wanted to go to the gym but I feel really sick and I’ve had a fever this few days (not covid LOL took a test). I hope I can go tomorrow, skipping makes me really really anxious :(

Current obsession: supernatural, I’ve never had a random blog before this, and drawing pony versions of supernatural characters LMAO (I can send u them if u wanna see…..)- I haven’t watched mlp since I was a kid so I can’t say I care for it but they’re very easy and quick to draw so it’s super fun 😭

Last book: Jane Eyre which I had to re read for class and I really enjoyed it.

Looking forward to: going to the gym, having dinner today and seeing my best friend next week. And on tumblr I want to interact with mutuals more, this side of spnblr feels so cozy.

Tagging: @vampzyke , @samdeanbitchjerk , @passengerseatsam , @cowboyincest , @mattereat , @wrestlingindirtpitsdemo , @zombiejunk @steppesliver , @weirdbrosinc and everybody else that feels like doing it 💗last time this circulated I tagged other mutuals so I here I tagged new people but still.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Why Ryan rich Hawley doens't need a work to live on? Once again the rich running my poor life 😭😂

I feel like even if he needed that money as Miller does he wouldn't comeback either. I saw some part of the show and shit is a bigger.

Can not believe this was the show that was had a ssw16 when they made me care about characters outside my soap ship.

Wtf happend they can not blame covid anymore these storylines and characters suck so much.

If they were good they could have put Mack eith Aaron because even when I hate to see it. They do have some chemistry to work on.

I think Danny does alright with his side hustles these days. And he made a nice bit of cash with I'm A Celeb... but yeah Ryan and Daisy both seem to come from money- unfortunately for us.

And yeah the show has gone downhill so badly the past few years. Every semi interesting story gets dragged out to oblivion until even the biggest supporters are sick of it, and couples/characters that have actual chemistry get 0 scenes together (Aaron and Mack, Mary and Suzy), while the worst pairings possible get aaaalll the attention and screentime (Kim and Will, chaddy). And every big 'life changing' stunt has maybe a 2 episode aftermath and all injured characters are fine within a week.

Sam got impaled during ssw22 (I think) and he wore a sling for one episode I think, Samson fell down a cliff in a storm, broke his leg, and was out in the elements for days - only had a cast on his leg for a while.

Chas and Liam - have actual chemistry, could be interesting. Nope Liam has to have a *thing* with Ella and chas gets cancer

Mack and Aaron - crazy chemistry from day 1, Mack flirting with everyone - nope Mack is straight and the good hardworking husband to charity, aaron gets to date the guy he used to bully, and fauxbert

Mary and Suzy - interesting dynamic, lots of potential, lesbian may-december relationship. Nope - gotta push Suzy onto Vanessa again and Mary gets to be miserable.

[fox-quills]

This is less of an ask and more of an AO3 won’t let me comment for some reason so I came here. Mobius is literally my favorite fanfiction right now. I’ve re-read it so many times at this point that it’s kind of canon in my head?? Like, I’m watching MHA again and thinking, “man it had to be hard to watch…WAIT THATS NOT CANON STAHP.” 😂 but seriously I love watching Hizashi, Shouta, and Izuku navigate this. I’m so excited to see how this plays out and I’m super curious about what is happening in the future while Izuku is in the past.

Thank you for writing my new obsession and for getting me through the last week!! (I’ve had covid for the first time and you uploaded the newest chapter the day before I tested positive so I re-read everything while I’ve been down 😂)

I look forward to the continuation of Mobius and also Justice in Defiance!! (Really your entire catalogue is amazing) okay I need to shut up now. But you are awesome, your writing is awesome, and thank you for b big part of this fandom and for writing something in this niche!! 😊😊😊

Sorry for the late reply, but this ask made me so happy thank you 😭😭😭 (Also I love that you're thinking of my silly fic while rewatching the show) I'm so excited for all the upcoming stuff in the fic and being unable to talk about any of it because spoilers is killing meeee, I'm not cut out for this sort of secrecy, I'm too much of a blabbermouth lol Anyway thank you for reading and enjoying my fic in this particular niche, I never in a million years expected to wind up with such lovely readers and the whole experience has been amazing! ❤️

[parakeet]

I’ve had a god awful cough and two chest infections over the past two months and it’s finally getting better but it also reactivated my asthma and my brother just found out one of the ppl he was in a caravan with for a week holiday has covid 😭😭😭😭 if I get sick again I’ll go mental 😭😭😭😭

[batbabydamian]

Girlie pop, my guy, do what I am about to do, and sleep, want you to have energy in your days, take care of yourself

Do a little konk minimi a miny honk shoe

Be ready for your day tommorrow

Love you (platonically) gn ❤

this is v sweet thank you!! 🥺❤️

also well timed because i had covid this past week and was feeling a lot better after a day of laying in bed so i was like. wow. i should stay up stupid late to finish work i couldn’t do yesterday! :)

then got hit with worse symptoms the next morning sfdgh it’s as if…my body needed sleep…to continue recovering…shocker…

all this to say!! passing on the kindness of this ask to give an obvious PSA that sleep is important LOL 😭