Sick Day - Tumblr Posts
Hello, I feel a bit lazy. I got sick.
I'm better now, but I'm still feeling dizzy and have a bit of a headache. Is this normal? Anyway, it makes me angry to be sick.
That's all, Thank you.
Not satogou today, but look Pikachu is eating
1 more sketch
EXPECTATION VS REALITY
(Also known as the characters I did NOT expect to canonically act like that.)
Howdy
OUT GOES OUR BELOVED SOFT CATERPILLAR SHOPKEEPER FOLKS.
In goes the bossy, sassy, and quick-witted caterpillar that would NOT hesitate to sell you SOAP instead of mashed potatoes!! And honestly, Howdy's voice is basically what I was expecting it to be. 10/10 for the voice-acting.
Sally
I HONESTLY THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA BE WAYYYYYYY MORE CHAOTIC!!!
I think it’s the overalls that make her seem super childish and rowdy (overalls are usually associated with rowdy ness!)
And her being so poised and elegant?!???? OH! I did NOT expect her to be so avant-garde!! Not that I’m complaining….
As for her voice, again, at the time, I was thinking of Sally being more of a trouble-maker, so I was thinking of a much more raspier voice.
But the voice they gave her instead????? UGH!! BEAUTIFUL!! CHEFS KISS!!!
Home
Ah yes, the murder house that might not actually be a murder house.
Based on my lovely theory over here! Go check it out! Or don't!
But honestly though, everyone should apologize to Home right now >:(
Including me.
Home, I am so sorry for making you the main villain of my AU that rips puppet limbs and stuff. Well, kinda, I had an entire plotline revolving about Home but alas, I must stay true to the LOREEEEE.
Its kinda funny how I made a complete 180 on Home. I did have that little feeling that said that Home might not be so evil, I just didn't have any evidence at the time! And now I do :D So please! Enjoy these sickly drawings because I have been sick! It's kinda why I wasn't posting any art for these couple days! I have not been feeling 100%. Oh well, I'll draw again AFTER I get better! (Hopefully soon!)
I don’t really know your rules or anything but I was wondering if you could do a reaction or Drabble or whatever about a BTS member of your choose because I cannot choose and a reader that has really bad allergies to pollen. Bad like has hives on their legs and has a hard time breathing from their allergies. It’s fine if you don’t want to. I would be more specific but I don’t really know your rules.
Sneezes And Cuddles
Type: Drabble
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, comfort, humor
Rating: PG 13 (curse words)
Gif Credits: AME3
"ACHOO!"
"Fuck this shit! I hate everyth—I'-I—"
"ACHOOOO!"
—everythinggg!" you manage to finish saying as you try to breathe and get more air into your oxygen-deprived lungs. Your nose is packed and dripping, your eyes burn, and so you reiterate—you hate everything.
It was your least favourite time of the year, the dreaded, motherflippin—spring.
You could not for the life of you understand why so many people liked spring. If someone were to ask; you could easily write a 2000 word essay with examples and graphic illustrations, detailing precisely why you thought spring was the season of all evil, and how it's outer beauty was just a facade to hide it's deep, dark, evil intentions.
No, you were not dramatic, the rest of the world was just too naive and easily fooled.
"Earth to Y/N, hellooo, did you sneeze out the last few brain cells you had, too?" you hear your boyfriend rib good naturedly and in response, you scowl.
"I hope bad things happen to you. I hope you fall off the bed tonight and get a cramp, you son of a—mmph!"
Before you could finish your oh-so-colorful thought, Jungkook somehow managed to shove a spoon full of Benadryl into your mouth and was now crouched beside your supine form, grinning cheekily.
"-muhck yohu" you curse as you glare daggers at your boyfriend, the spoon still in your mouth, making your words sound garbled.
"What was that honey? Love you? Aww, I love you too babydoll!" Jungkook chirps back before he softly retrieves the spoon away from the clutches of your mouth. The gentleness of his actions contradicting his cheeky, teasing outer disposition.
You wince and make a face, as the taste of the medicine refuses to leave your mouth. Jungkook seeing you in such abject misery, smiles sympathetically before he leans down and drops a kiss on your temple.
You freeze as you feel his soft, wet, lips, press against the heated skin of your forehead, before you moan aloud, and wrap your arms around his crouched form.
With your face hidden inside the lapels of his jacket, you groan, "Ihatethis.Ihatethis.I hateee this. I have hives Kook—hives! Is this some sort of karmic payback? Did I kick innocent puppies in my last life or something? This is ridiculous!"
You feel as Jungkook keeps leaving butterfly kisses on your head while you rant your frustrations away, one of his hands is wrapped around your shoulders and holding the spoon away from you, while his other hand runs through your tresses and down your back.
"It's gonna be okay love, I promise. You'll be fine, this is just an allergic reaction, it'll go away soon. And isn't my babygirl the strongest? She won't let a pansy little cold beat her." teases Jungkook softly as he pulls you closer to him and lets you snuggle between the folds of his jacket.
You smile as you hear him say that and snort from between his jacket folds before continuing, "Yeah, well, apparently your baby girl isn't as strong as you thought, and as it turns out you are just blinded by love."
At that, you hear him chuckle before he mutters a soft "Cutu" under his breath and buries his face in your hair—letting you tighten your arms around him and pulling you in his lap, as he settles himself on your shared bed and starts stroking your thighs gently.
With your hands and legs wrapped firmly around the strong built body of your gorgeous boyfriend and your nose buried in the crook of his neck, you think—'maybe spring isn't all that bad afterall.'
Hope you like this Anon!
Thanks for reading!
Have a nice day 💗
Im sick today so have a small oc god drawing
So uh i have regrets eatting 3 pizzas today first was with lactate so i dont count it, but the other 2 i didnt have it and thought i would be okay spoiler alert that isnt how meds work XD so im sick now yayyyy idk if im running a fever or not, imma assume no but ye its 2:18 am i should probably sleep XD
Please let me sleep
Joan’s Parck: Laugh of Leisure (Sling_Set Sep.8.93 AC)
Plot: Haida’s Walking Wild after a spill in Benton-Night’s supply room leaves him on fours recuperating at his aunt’s place while her pet Taz Tony tries to throttle him out of top bunk.
I’ll admit to being a touch guilty for this whole episode. Ida known to get the paperclips before heading to the 3rd FL w/a cart full o’ stationery & snacks if Haida hadn’t freeclimbed the supply rack. I just assumed a feral animal broke in to the building!
Just as I heard pained howls from the 2nd FL closet, Haida was nowhere in that abyss ‘til I saw those ashy paws step in to the light w/a gnarled snout frothing and baring craggly teeth, eyes gleaming bright and furious as if I invaded its quarry. I pounced onto some boxes as I slam the door shut with my hind paw, hiding from the feral scavenger. Thanks to Tom & Jerry cartoons, I trapped that bastard! It’s amazing what a cat-and-mouse show can inspire survival tactics from an unused mop bucket and your own tail. Thank The Ol’Man I have a tail for all trades. Good Job,Slink! :3
Wasn’t after turning on the lights back on do I finally see Haida, completely nude and on fours, whining how he got the tin pail on him. I told him my sorries assuming he was a beastie in the building. No prob on his count as he hands me the box of clips on my pawlm. Just as he stood back on his hind legs to redress and we were heading back to work tho, a shooting pain erupted from behind, each step ached him to his core then back on fours once more. The lit closet showed his clothes on the floor, shoes and socks too, but why?
Ashamed, Haida confessed he clambered onto the rack barefoot getting those clips for me. Slipped out his footwear before climbing for a firmer grip on the iron tower. When he got that box on the fourth shelf, tho, he fell down on his back, just as the rack lurched towards him and a mess of hard office supplies slid down punting his lower back, then the lumbar. When he came to, his wild side musta kicked in and ripped his clothes off clean, made the closet his territory, killing anyone who would go near him.
“That rack was already unstable”, I tell him. “One leg from the set was shorter than the others, made it real top-heavy; the exceeding weight could topple the whole kitten caboodle if some dingus tried grabbing something from the upper racks like you did. There’s a reason we called it Mt. Kilamandril. The monkey that sent it conked out 14 business days after assembly. We didn’t know about the stumpy leg til after Ms. Frisk requisitioned a step ladder to the inventory so we could safely reach the upper shelves”. As I mention our HR supervisor, he was screwed. “I can’t let Aunty Mo see me like this”, he whimpered as he trodded around with an anxious smirk, chuckling in angst, tears rolling down his face. “She sees me naked on fours, she’ll knock my spots off! I’m already reprimanded for scratching my ear with my foot, I don’t want to trod back to the zoo like a common animal when I’m fired!”
He’s not wrong. Walking Wild, in New Gaean parlance, was against Benton-Night’s code of conduct. Any act of instinct or indecdency would cost you your career; you either lived like a human or stay in the woods. I was given an exception for not wearing shoes to work since my sensitive hind paws make it hard to wear heels like my twin aunt Jane, and I can use Slink as a cane when I don’t have Gene’s Spectra-Goggles for my hazy jade eyes, but while browsing the Benton-Night handbook under the Humane Resource Policies, I found a Natural Zoning policy that allowed one spot to be designated as a rec room for our animalistic sides. It was enlisted back in the early ‘70s when workers demanded these hourly breaks to “tame their inner beasts”, a means to curb hostility towards prey and predators for max cooperation, work ethics and workload ouput. Most of our staff are a mix breed of Barban and Narnian, coming from either the zoo, the adjacent park, or living in a Barban or Mobian household as a pet thru adoption licenses. Slap a halved Circene patch on their nape or chest and we’re working class citizens. Narnians would need an ID collar or chip to even get a job, much less walk around on fours in society or be pets, or carry a license to prove their condition for benefits like housing and federal aid. Some, like Ernest the Stimpyesque beaver, are Toons, hybrids born from a Mobian mating with a Narnian or Barban, their offspring come out with five digits or a non-talking animal, sad really.
In any case, I couldn’t stand seeing my coworker break down in such an undignified state. As a first year Intern under HR supervision and acting therapist for the entire Benton-Night Distributing staff, I took a vow to keep the working animal calm, cool and collected to carry on their duties, whether by talking out their pains or taking in the methods my late therapist Dr. Lau Fing implemented on me by speaking to their inner child or letting loose their beastly behavior. I just wish I didn’t have to rub his belly to calm him down offering treats if he was a good boy like aunt Jane does to her adopted daughters Rena and Fico. Embarrassing, I know. Not as awkward as seeing our red-blazened supervisor tap her heeled foot over the mess he made. He tried to stand and get his clothes back on, but his back pain was firmly established. And while she doesn’t want the rest of our staff to wild out, with Haida, she strips down and shifts to a feral stance, nipping his nape to hold him down as we head to HR. She called Dr. Shale for a house call back at the zoo’s Hyena Habitat, requesting her nephew take an off-day from work.
I was in the break room, perched like a lion on a rock, bummed I sent Haida off work I break down the moment with the current occupants partaking in their unnatural habits au naturale: Ned the squirrel opening acorns with his feet by the sink, Ernie the beaver rubbing his weird Stimpy body all over the carpeted floor, and Nora Pinoir, a papillion whose full name I already know, acting as her pet self Princess Piddle, complete with a fancy rosé rhinestone collar, marbled bowls full of mineral water and fancy wet food.
Next day, I carted my lasso-tailed ass to his aunt’s place in the habitat, and lend my best paw to help comfort my crippled coworker.
I’m thankful with some first aide from head of HR and his aunt Moira Frisk, her witchy but caring brown hyena mother Great Aunt Melia, his cousins Wiley and Marcia, and Melia’s husband/pet Pete and his son Jeik Thunderpaw. We also has a surprise visit from the hyena trio from the outskirts of the Pride Lands, Shenzi, Banzai & Ed, and other in-laws they could invite for Step-Tember at the zoo. (species in hyena habitat: 3 spotted, 1 brown, and a mutant striped hyena that’s more a giant Fluppy dog mix of Barkley, Runt & Ushio’s Tora demon w/ two bearcats). […]
Can we see Donnie taking care of a sick Leo?
Please ?
Also have a good day :)
He tried his best.
Was sick all day (o´ ^ `o)✲ﾟ*
But gf and I rewatched all of Hilda (her first time watching) 𔘓˖ ࣪⊹ ִֶָ
Horribly sick today. Unknown if it's only pots or pots plus a mild sickness combined.
It is 6pm and I just now physically was able to shower. I.... I don't have any memory of eating yet today.... I think???? Looking back I can't think of anything.
I am QUITE hungry, though.
Now, 1) do I have spoons to make/scavenge for food ~ And 2) does anything in my kitchen/pantry even sound worth it
"Faye-Faye!"
Faye stiffened up and then whirled to clap her hand over Ed's mouth.
"Ed I swear if you wake that baby up!"
Ed grinned hard - Faye could feel it under her palm. Trusting that the other girl would remain quiet, she took her hand back and then put both hands on Ed's shoulders to spin her around and march her into the kitchen.
Yawning so huge that her jaw made a noise, which amusingly made Ed look over her shoulder at Faye in alarm, the gambler pushed the hacker to lean against the table past the burners of the stove. She moved on autopilot to get some coffee started and eventually sat with an exhausted sigh on the stool that was in front of the burners.
It was a terrible spot for it but she didn't care to go to the trouble of moving it somewhere further out of the way. Ed had watched her quietly but scrambled up onto the table to poke around in the cupboard above until she found what she was looking for and offered it to Faye.
Raising her eyebrows with a chuckle, Faye took the creamy liqueur with a smile of thanks. "I won't ask how you knew that was there." She murmured.
Ed giggled. "It's not what you think. Ed still doesn't care for goofy juice, not even the flavored stuff." She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Jet's little secret stash."
Faye snorted as she stood back up to fill her cup with coffee and the little boozy enhancement. "And he says he doesn't have a sweet tooth."
"You okay, Faye-Faye?" Ed asked then. "Ed didn't mean to make noise..."
"Oh you're fine, Ed." Faye replied. "Anyway he's sleeping so hard I'd be surprised if anything woke him in the next few hours."
"Oh good, he's been so fussy."
Faye laughed so hard she almost spilled her mug. "Yeah sure, we can call it that."
"He'll be okay though?" Ed was still concerned.
Sipping on the mug and deciding it was hot but not so hot that she couldn't chug the whole beverage, Faye slammed her coffee before moving to stand next to Ed. She set down the mug on the table before sliding an arm around Ed's slim shoulders.
"I know you're worried because you've never seen him sick, but you gotta understand something, Ed." She cleared her throat. "Men can handle a lot. Getting shot, getting stabbed, mostly pain stuff they shrug off. But when it comes to being sick? They are the biggest babies in the entire universe. Bigger than actual babies. All they can do is bitch and moan and cry about how bad they feel. Spike will be just fine. I finally got him to take some real medicine and now that he's resting it'll have a chance to kick in. Just you wait and see - he'll be back to normal in no time, I promise."
Otto with Keytar and Drums (Season 1, Episode 7 Sick Day)