#while im sick

[junkdyke]

first time I had a tattoo session that ended with me sobbing and IMMEDIATELY saying "i'm updating my policies" lmao

[comedic-tragedies]

i just drew some bullshittttt

me and lizzie face reveal i guess. sometimes in headspace we appear as our kintypes

[theblindhakune]

I dunno what outfit he's wearing here, something inspired by Darkest Dungeon tho

[sassyshoulderangel319]

Baby Patton

I saw this video and it was adorable so I needed to write this. XD

A loud crash resounded from upstairs.

“OH—” [Bleep!] Logan shouted, only to moan in complaint. “Wait! Why the [Bleep!] was that bleeped? I said ‘crap’!” His shout was directed at the ceiling, probably. Virgil got up and headed upstairs. Logan’s door flew open. “GUYS! WHO TURNED UP THE SWEAR SENSITIVITY SETTINGS?!”

“I did,” Virgil said calmly from a foot away from Logan’s doorframe, making the latter jump a foot in the air and another [Bleep!] to echo from the ceiling.

“What?! Why?!” Logan demanded.

Virgil grunted and moved his oversized hoodie to reveal the sleeping baby underneath the purple plaid patches. “We have innocent ears in here today,” Virgil said with a rather nonchalant shrug.

Logan sighed. “Pat had a bad day didn’t he? If he reverted like that,” Logan said. Virgil nodded. Logan took a deep breath. “Alright. I’ll go dig out his old baby glasses.” He stomped off down the hall for Patton’s Room. Virgil, still cradling Patton in one arm, went back downstairs and plopped down on the couch. Gently.

Patton’s age was a funny thing. While technically the eldest Side—as Thomas had developed his sense of Right and Wrong from his parents before he formed Creativity, Logic, and Anxiety on his own—Patton’s physical appearance and age tended to fluctuate. Not always and, frankly, not even that often, but occasionally after a particularly bad day (usually emotionally) he would de-age. It was always a sign to the others that something was wrong and he needed to be taken care of. The age he reverted to depended on how bad the day was. None of them really knew how it worked or why it happened—least of all, Patton—but Logan had eventually figured out the pattern.

The baby stirred in Virgil’s hold. He pulled Patton closer to his chest and rocked back and forth—the way Patton did for him whenever he had a nightmare. “It’s okay, kiddo,” Virgil muttered. “You just sleep.”

Logan appeared and held out a pair of baby glasses that had a loose elastic around the back so they wouldn’t fall off. Virgil accepted them with a quiet nod and Logan went back upstairs. The glasses went into Virgil’s other jacket pocket until Patton woke up. No reason to try and force them on his head now while he slept. It would just end in tears and crying.

For a few minutes there was peace.

And then Thomas heard a song on the radio that Roman got stuck in his head. And sang. Repeatedly. Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes.

Roman came dancing out of his room dramatically with a projection of Ezra Miller as his partner. Ezra Miller quickly dissolved when Roman caught sight of the small baby Virgil was cradling. “Oh. Babysitting duty, huh?” Roman asked.

Virgil glared, eyes flashing violet. Roman’s bravado immediately balked. “It’s not babysitting, Romeo,” Virgil snapped. “It’s caring about someone.”

Roman raised his hands in surrender. “Well excuse me, Jason Toddler,” he retorted. “Anyway. I’ve got some major questing and video stuff to do so you don’t mind just backing off and hanging out with Pat ‘til he gets better, do you?” Before Virgil could reply Roman was prancing back to his room. “Okay great thanks bye!” The door slammed shut.

The noise woke Patton. He started crying. Virgil sighed and took him to the kitchen, pulling the high chair out from the broom closet. “This is why Thomas is a memory hoarder,” Virgil muttered. “Because we never know what we’re gonna need next to take care of Pat.” He gently put Patton in the high chair and found some pudding to carefully feed him. Patton kept wailing, eyes squinted and leaking big crocodile tears.

“Oh don’t cry. Please Patton? Please don’t cry,” Virgil said, trying for soothing and not sure if he was achieving it. He set the pudding and baby spoon down and set his hands on his hips, working out a Plan B.

His knuckles brushed something in the pocket of his hoodie.

Patton’s glasses.

“It’s not like this’ll make him cry any worse,” he muttered, pulling them out and slowly working them down over Patton’s head. The baby struggled against it at first, but once the glasses fell into place, he went silent.

Patton blinked several times to focus—and promptly beamed. He reached up with chubby little hands and patted Virgil’s cheeks where the latter was still leaning in close to make sure the glasses were on and nothing was twisted.

Virgil smiled. “Guess you just wanted to see, huh buddy?” He ruffled Patton’s hair. The baby giggled. “There we go. That’s a good boy.” It was much easier to get him to eat after that. Virgil chuckled as Patton babbled nonsense. Patton wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow when he was back to normal. And that was alright. It was memories like this that Virgil kept close to his heart and looked back on whenever he needed to feel better.

Patton went very serious when the pudding was all gone. “Ah—ah—wuv ‘ou—Vir-jol,” he managed to babble.

Virgil smiled and wiped some pudding off the baby’s chin. “Love you too, Pat.”

Baby Patton smiled again.

[burgundycherry54]

I forgot why I hated being sick (haven’t had the flu in like 2 years mind you)

it’s not just the sore throat, it’s the fact i have to breathe in through my fucking mouth.

[zishuwu]

worst day EVER

[fleshslate]

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[abstracttheworld]

my mother thinks “encouragement” is the same as  “You cant put off driving forever, i cant keep holding these hours back for you from my work yknow”