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aychama · 1 year ago
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This next song goes out to my ex-husband.
I still love you and I still miss you please come back 😭 (with the skull necklace)
Bonus:
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Also if it wasn’t clear my heckin husband left me because I kept dying
Man what can I do I’m using the hardest difficulty so what if I died 7 times to the first room in Leshys domain in sickness and health u bastard
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haoqw · 2 months ago
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DUDEEE YOUR ART IS SO COOL I LOVE YOUR THERMOMETER OC!!
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wow thanks!!! I love Therman very much here’s some more art with him
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doobidie · 2 years ago
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Teri
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whumpster-dumpster · 7 months ago
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Had a dream from the POV of a non human whumpee who had a pretty bad fever and the caretaker for some reason had to use one of those candy thermometer probes instead of a regular thermometer to track their temp and keep holding it in their mouth because the probe was so much more uncomfortable under their tongue but it was all they had. It was great
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jumbocracky · 9 months ago
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Fourth Grade: Costume Edition
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Whumptober 2023
No. 2: Thermometer
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader
Setting: Alexandria Era
Warnings: Illness
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“Tay wid meh.”
“Stop talkin’.” 
You threw him your best pout. Well, the best one you could manage with the stupid thermometer jammed under your tongue. Regardless, he ignored it. You sniffled, grabbed a tissue, and watched Daryl move about the room. When the twice-damned thing finally beeped, the archer somehow appeared right in front of you to snatch it up before you could even lift a hand. 
“100.6. Doc says ya gotta be below 100 ‘fore ya can get outta bed.” He reminded you while he walked into the bathroom to put the thing away. “Won’t be gone long. Just checkin’ the snares an’ tryin’ for somethin’ bigger than a rabbit. Few hours at the most. Carol’ll be over to check up on ya.”
You sniffled again and blew your nose. “Can’t you just stay here?” Daryl sat on the edge of the bed to tie his boots. Your perfect time to strike. Crawling your aching body toward him, you pressed yourself against his back, arms winding underneath his for your fingers to clasp over his chest. “Please? I’m sick. I need you.”
“You’re gonna be fine. Go to sleep an’ I’ll be back when ya wake up.” His hand patted the back of yours and gave it a squeeze. Large fingers pulled your hands apart, chapped lips pressing a kiss to one palm. You let your arms fall but only until he stood. You latched on around his middle and buried your overwarm face into his stomach. “Y/N.”
“I’m vulnerable, Dixon. Weak and frail.” The muscles in his abdomen moved against you when he scoffed. “I can’t defend myself like this.”
“I’ve seen ya put down a dozen walkers with a bum leg an’ broke arm. I don’t reckon a cold is gonna stop ya.” You coughed into his shirt, an act he found both disgusting and endearing. The archer ran a hand over your hair and stepped back but not before grabbing your shoulders so you wouldn’t topple forward. “Dog can stay here.”
You finally slumped, defeated. “I guess.” You knew you were being a child but you felt horrible and being alone was not something you were looking forward to one bit. The pillow seemed so far away but you managed to drag yourself back to it, patting the bed with a weak call for your resident canine. Dog wasted no time making himself at home on Daryl’s pillow. 
“Ah, c’mon, Dog.”
“Nope!” You held up a hand without moving your face from its fluffy perch. “If you’re leaving, I get to cuddle the dog in your stead.”
“Fine.” The bowman chuckled, grabbing his vest and pack. “Be back ‘fore ya know it.” He waited but was met with silence. “Y/N?” He took a step toward the bed, listening intently. When a soft snore and incoherent murmur reached his ears, one side of his mouth twitched up. Grabbing the doorknob on his way out, he spared one last look at the lump under the blankets and shook his head fondly. “Silly girl.”
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thewhimsyturtle · 18 days ago
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There you are, Mom! Do you know how long I've had to nap here without my hidey hut over my shell?! Fix this, Mom!
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limeskye · 2 years ago
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aceofwhump · 6 months ago
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All Creatures Great and Small 5x06
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danskjavlarna · 6 months ago
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My collection of rats and mice, some giant, some playing while the cat's away.
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sirwhumpalot · 2 years ago
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Whumptober 2023
Prompts Day 2: Thermometer
The Flash 6x07 - Barry Allen
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whumpneto · 2 years ago
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Whumptober2023 - No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” Thermometer | Delirium | “They don’t care about you.”
Milo Ventimiglia as Jack Pearson in This Is Us (202E04)
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kply-industries · 3 months ago
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The KPLY Comfytemp™ system keeps everyone happy regardless of what temperature they like by oscillating wildly through all possible temperatures, at all times.
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newyorkthegoldenage · 2 years ago
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This thermometer showed a temperature of 100° F (nearly 38° Celsius) on August 26, 1948.
Photo: Keystone-France/Gamma-Keystone/Getty Images
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thewhimsyturtle · 1 month ago
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I knocked down my thermometer and am holding it hostage until I get radicchio! No radicchio, no thermometer!
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