#my braincell is working overtime rn

[icyblogs]

1 am thoughts but just finished the Fallout show! Solid recommendation btw holy cow even if you don’t like the games it’s so good!!

That being said. Got me thinking about 141 and a fallout!au. could always be something short and sweet involving the vaults, i.e. take the show for this example. Reader gets ‘married’ to Gaz when he comes in from another vault! Overseer Price coming for the feast, everyone so charming and well, nice! I mean they are vaulters, of course they’re good people!

So.. why is Johnny scarfing down the food like someone was going to steal the plate away from him at any second? Why is that man- Simon- wearing a mask? Is he sick? Does he not know proper vault procedures- does he want another epidemic to spread? (the winter of 2283 was very bad you know! crops died!! people starved!! why does he not care!!) Kyle on the other hand is all charming smiles, his eyes wandering around to the running water and power in awe, grin just a bit too sharp, just the perfect groom. Why is Overseer Price acting as if he owns the place?? No, this isn’t your vault!! It’s weird and very upsetting! No, it’s our marriage night- what do you mean it’s custom in your vault to for the overseer to make sure marriage is consummated? )-:

Anything for the world’s future right? (:

#141 x reader #task force 141 #kyle gaz garrick x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod 141 #141 x you #fallout!141 #dark fic #my braincell is working overtime rn #is this even anything worth sharing future icy will see in the morning #they’d be mean and bullies but i love them anyway

[james-stark-the-writer]

okay so I'm stupid but I just realized that this horrid boomer meme that's like "their too busy ???? their gender",,, the joke as intended is supposed to read as "they're too busy questioning their gender" and not just the feeling of the question marks. literally fucking rocks in my brain for me to have just gotten this, jesus fucking christ.

#in my defense every youtuber I've seen read this joke out has never pronounced the question marks #they just intonate 'busy' with a questioning tone #but also I have one singular braincell working overtime on a lot of coffee rn

[rintoki]

u don’t have to follow me back omg! idw make u feel uncomfy 😭 IM SO SORRY but uhh pls pls have a nice day 🥺 *hides bcos this is so embarrassing*

NOOOO U DONT MAKE ME UNCOMFY STOPP

。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。

the only reason i never followed u again on here is bc i don’t want YOU to feel pressured to follow me back since we were moots omg this is so dumb but like i wasn’t sure if u actually liked the stuff i put out or not and just didn’t wanna unfollow HNGNHN and also i rarely wrote wakasa again and and blrbfmfnf crying rn dhmu

#i don’t know why i put it in small caps it feels like we’re whispering LMAO #idk it’s so stupid but i always doubt when people follow me but the content of their own blog is way different from mine ? #like i’m not judging it gatekeeping it’s just like r u sure u actually like my stuff?? 😭 #like idrc who follows me or whatever i just hope that those that do actually likes the stuff i write #otherwise i don’t rlly understand for what other reason would u follow this blog u know #hmhmmgmhm stupid hours rn my one recycled braincell working overtime 😞 #moots ; katie !

[februaryberries]

okay i think im gonna make a big post/series of posts where i put together all the scenes from the trailers and teasers in order of which episodes i think they are from and make predictions based off of that

its gonna take me a hot minute bc i have so many screenshots to go through but i have SO MANY THOUGHTS my singular braincell is working overtime rn

#toh #toh theory #the owl house

[hockstuff]

i was like let me throw it at you and lets figure it out. sadly mat didn’t accept my offer. that one braincell was working overtime.

im a little 🍃rn and i was thinking about the perfect 🍃 circle. i dont know if you participate in those activities but who would be in your circle of like 5 people?

if you dont feel comfortable answering that, who you like to be stuck with travelling cross country with in an rv that fits like 4 people. not australia, the usa i know there’s absolutely nothing in the middle.

dumb

**tw weed**

(i am assuming that’s what the emoji is referring to ahahah)

omg ahahahha good for you bestie!!! i’ve never 🍃 bc first year of uni scarred me but i have nothing against it and may try it one day! hmmmm i’d say: quinn hughes, andre burakovsky, cale makar (this one is pure curiosity ahaha), joel farabee, brandon duhaime

road trip: absolutely none of them AHAHAHA i can’t imagine being stuck in an rv with any of them😂 maybe if i think hard enough i can think of 4 people but off the top of my head… nooooo thank you

#ask #dumbass anon (affectionate) #tw weed

[haunted-by-catholic-guilt]

hey moon, please forget to fall down

*shows up after a month of nothing with starbucks* look its bad but its been in my WIP since august 

Tim woke up to a dull ache in his stomach.

He groaned, it was annoying but not so bad that it would affect his daily working, so he rolled himself out of bed, pausing only momentarily at the nausea he felt.

He ignored it, got up, and continued on his morning, eating only toast and drinking coffee, before getting dressed, which he found to be more painful than necessary, and left his apartment.

The commute to work was fine, maybe the lights were a little brighter then they had the right to be, and even the noises he heard were painful, somehow sharp and dull.

He got off at his stop, and made his way into the institute, putting on a fake smile and winking at Rosie as he walked to the Archives, before moving as fast as he could without causing the ache that has yet to subside to get any worse.

Jon was in, always was by the time he showed, but today Martin and Sasha were in too, must’ve been later than he thought.

He shrugged it off, and sat at his desk, not feeling well enough to even try to have a conversation, not that it would go well, the pain was distracting and lip-reading was never completely successful anyway.

A little while later, after he exchanged a quick and quiet greeting, Martin tapped him lightly on the shoulder and signed to him.

“Are you okay?”

Tim smiled, he knew he could tell Martin, but he didn’t want to worry anyone over something he knew was nothing, so he signed back

“Tired, I’m alright”

Martin didn’t look convinced but smiled softly at him.

“Ok, let me know if you need anything.”

Tim smiled and nodded back, and Martin shuffled back over to his desk, sharing a glance with Sasha Tim was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to see.

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Martin was worried, Sasha would say he was always worried, but it was different today.

Tim was quiet, his face was lined with pain, and his eyes weren’t quite as vibrant.

It was a little while later when Jon emerged from his office, his hair done in a bun at the base of his head, his cane tapping on the floor, Martin quickly and quietly grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to Tim, hoping he’d get it before Jon made his way to their desks.

He didn’t, and before he knew it Jon was leaning against the door frame, observing them, they mostly pretended to work.

“Goodmorning, Jon! How’re you today”

Martin was trying to distract from Tim a little bit, hoping he’d be able to hear him enough to snap him into focus on Jon, but Tim seemed like he was in another world.

“Better if you were working.”

And with that Jon left, Sasha rolled her eyes and gave Martin a small smile, but he was more concerned about Tim.

He walked over to his desk and tapped him lightly again, it took a second but he came to and looked at Martin, his eyes were glassy and his face was pale.

“What’s wrong?”

Tim looked tired, and he sighed.

“Not feelin the best, nothin to worry about.”

Martin scanned over the other man's frame, before lightly pressing the back of his hand to Tim’s cheek, moving it to his forehead, before removing it and signing again.

“You’re burning up, what’s going on?”

Tim was pretty sure he whined at that point, if he admitted he was sick he’d need to go home and he would be alone.

He didn’t want to be alone.

Whenever he had fevers he would get emotional, he knew this, so when Martin brushed his finger on his cheek, he didn’t even know he was crying, and that only made him start crying harder.

He felt someone else touch his arm, and looked up to see Sasha, with a bottle of water in her hand, he shook his head, the nausea from earlier coming back in full force.

He took a breath, he wouldn’t be sick, couldn’t be.

“I’m fine, I can work, I’m fine.”

Martin frowned, but wasn’t backing down, signing again, this time more demanding, but somehow still soft.

“Go lay down, at least, for a little while.”

Tim knew this wasn’t a fight he could win, and Sasha already had grabbed onto his arm and began to pull him up, steadying him when he starting to fall, and Martin vanished off outside of the office.

Sasha laid him down on the old couch, and he curled as small as he could into a ball, and he opened his eyes enough to see Sasha squint at him with concern in her eyes.

Martin was there the next time he opened his eyes, he had a blanket on him now, and Martin was holding a thermometer, Tim opened his mouth and let Martin take his temperature, he didn’t hear what it was, and he last saw Martin sign rest before drifting off to sleep.

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Martin sighed, and sat back at his desk, Tim set up across the room with a blanket on a couch, a bucket next to his head, burning with fever.

It wasn’t hospital bad, but he also didn’t feel comfortable leaving Tim alone, and from Tim’s reaction, he didn’t want to be alone either.

Sasha had mentioned he looked like he was curling around his stomach, but stomach pain and fever could’ve been a number of things, and he thought it best not to worry about the what if’s.

“Martin, why is Tim sleeping on the couch.”

Jon was something he did need to worry about.

“He- uh- he wasn’t feeling well, and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving him alone or him taking the tube, and I didn’t think he wanted to be alone either, so he’s sleeping on the couch until after work”

Jon didn’t seem happy with this.

“If he is that ill he needs to be home, not infecting the whole staff.”

Martin was sure he was about to make more complaints and arguments but was cut off by Tim, whining quietly and stirring on the couch.

Martin got up and walked over, running a hand through Tim’s sweat-soaked hair as he tried to curl deeper into himself.

Sasha walked over to stand next to Jon, watching Martin in his natural habitat of caretaking, as Tim had called it.

“He can stay, just don’t get sick, and if he gets worse take him home, you better work overtime next week.”

And with that, Jon left.

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It was around two hours later that Tim started to get worse.

Martin was working quietly at his desk, finishing up notes on some statements, and tracking people down for research when he heard Tim start to cry.

He quickly made his way over to Tim, just as he did Tim heaved and weakly gripped the bin in front of him.

After he was done being sick, Martin lifted a water bottle to his lips, not wanting him to dehydrate further, and went to move back to work, but Tim grabbed onto his arm, with surprising strength for how sick he was.

Martin sighed, he needed to work, but he also knew that being sick was bad enough at home, let alone on an old couch at work.

He adjusted Tim and sat behind him on the couch, the other man immediately curled around Martin, still trying to make himself smaller, and he winced as he moved.

Martin frowned and grabbed his phone, not able to sign with Tim basically on his lap, and not thinking Tim would be willing to sign back at all, so he quickly opened his notes and started to type.

‘What’s wrong?’

Tim looked offended by the light in his eyes when martin showed him the message, but ultimately grabbed the phone weakly and typed back.

‘Stomach hurts bad’

Martin frowned, but set his phone down and started to run his hand through Tim’s hair.

Jon walked in a little while, and crept over to stand next to the old couch, his cane tapping gently, he quickly reached out and brushed his hand awkwardly on Tim’s forehead, and sighed.

“Take him home, and keep me updated on him.”

Martin was surprised by this, Jon had always tried to remain professional and distant, but he didn’t want to question or argue with him.

He stood up, Tim groaned at the movement, but after a little while of getting ready to go, they made their way slowly to Martin‘s car, where Tim immediately curled into his passenger seat.

He drove him to his flat, not planning on leaving him alone for a while, and when he got to his place, he gently shook Tim awake, and they slowly made their way up to the flat.

After he unlocked the door, he settled Tim onto the couch, and switched out his bedsheets, and carefully ushered Tim into the bedroom.

Tim settled into the bed with little prompting, and Martin tucked a fuzzy blanket around his shoulders, and he left the room to get a cloth and cold water.

He was returning to the bedroom when he saw Tim curled up into a ball, sobbing, he was biting his lip so hard martin thought it was drawing blood, he quickly set the water on the side table and immediately sat next to Tim on the bed.

He knew that getting Tim to watch him sign or read whatever he typed would not work and that Tim probably wouldn’t be able to process what he was saying, so he hoped his movements were clear enough.

Martin suspected he knew what this was, so after he had moved Tim so he was laying out, flat on his back despite the obvious pain this caused, Martin lifted the shorter man’s shirt and pressed his hand on to the lower right side of Tim’s stomach.

At that, Tim let out a cry of pain, and immediately curled back around himself, and Martin knew what the next step was- the hospital.

First, he decided, he needed to tell Sasha and Jon, both had been worried, and they should know what was going on

Archival Gayng

Milk Kartin Blackwood- hey just so you two know im taking tim to AnE

Braincell Holder- What? Is everything okay? Do you need me to meet you there?

Bossman- Why does he need to go to AnE?

Martin Kartin Blackwood- i think he may have appendicitis but im not sure

Braincell Holder- Shit

Braincell Holder- I’ll meet you there

Boseman- Doesn’t appendicitis mean he will need surgery?

Martin Kartin Blackwood- yeah, i know that is more time off, but jon he is sick i don’t really care rn

Bossman- I don’t care about that right now.

Bossman- I care that my friend and employee might need surgery.

Bossman- Sasha, you’re still at the institute right? Can I come with you?

Braincell Holder- Of course, Jon, meet me outside in five. Martin, bring Tim to the hospital.

Martin Kartin Blackwood- ok

Martin sighed, and carefully maneuvered Tim in his arms so his head was tucked into the other’s neck and carefully grabbed the blanket that was around Tim and repositioned it over him again.

He quickly slipped on his shoes and grabbed the keys, and carried Tim out to his car where he once again curled into the passenger seat, his hands clutching his stomach.

Martin bit his lip as he got into the driver’s seat and started the drive to the hospital, it didn’t take long and when he got their, Sasha and Jon were standing in front of her car, Jon fidgeting with his hands and Sasha typing rapidly on her phone.

When he pulled in and was spotted, they immediately rushed over to where he parked and approached Martin anxiously as he got Tim out of his car, and immediately began to flutter around, trying to help.

By the time they had gotten Tim into the waiting room, Sasha and Martin began answering the questions on the sheet, and Jon sat quietly next to Tim and rubbed slightly awkward circles on his back when he curled over in pain.

When Tim was ushered into an exam room, Martin went with him, the others in the waiting room, and after some time, the doctor shared his suspicion, and he was taken away to a CT scan to get a confirmation.

After some time, the suspicion was confirmed and he was taken to surgery, and Martin was walked back out to the waiting area, left to explain the situation to Jon and Sasha.

Jon started to pace ten minutes after Tim had been taken back, and after another five of pacing, Sasha finally spoke up.

“Jon, are you alright?”

Jon stopped pacing and sighed.

“I’m just worried about Tim…”

Martin set his large hand on Jon’s shoulder, and the smaller man seemed to lean into it.

“It’ll be okay Jon, Tim is healthy, and appendicitis isn’t normally deadly if caught on time.”

Jon sank down on a squeaky hospital chair next to Sasha, and put his head in his hands, running a shaking hand through his hair.

“I know, I know, I just..”

He groaned, again, and Martin had to take a second to take it all in, Jon looked so incredibly.. different?

So far from the normal painfully professional and emotionless self he showed at the office, and Martin was then reminded that he was the odd one out here, he didn’t work in research with Tim, Sasha, or Jon.

He sighed and tried to push down the cold feeling that crept up his spine, and ignored the fact that he swore he could see fog seeping into the room from a closed door.

He sat on the chair next to Jon, and they all sat silently and waited.

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When Tim woke up, all he was aware of was the pain in his side.

He groaned and quickly moved his hand to cover it, but was stopped by the feeling of a tug in his arm, and a hand on his shoulder.

He pried open his eyes to see a worried Sasha looking down at him, but with the worry managed to be relief as well, and that was when the last twenty-four hours came back to him.

He sighed and pushed himself carefully into a sitting position, Sasha worriedly helping him, and he looked over and saw Martin asleep against the wall, and Jon leaning into him.

He was still tired and hurt, but he knew he would be taken care of, so he let himself fall asleep to Sasha helping him lay back down and running her hands through his hair.

#tma #tma sickfic #sickfics #sickfic #vomiting cw #jon sims has a cane #Jon sims #hoh tim stoker #tim stoker #martin blackwood #sasha james

[gamerwoo]

OO that’s fun! what about imprinted? (for the mutuals tftp thing)

my single braincell is working overtime for this so they’re not gonna be as in depth this time but you’ll get the gist of it probably (and i’ll just do the same mutuals I already did because i can’t think too hard rn dskjhfdsk)

@dreamjunhui: Seokmin -- Honestly, there are very few responsible members of their pack, but I’d say Seokmin is a good balance between playful and responsible. He’s such a soft boi but like, if he thinks something is a bad idea, he’d keep his mate 500 feet away from said thing. You go home for cuddles instead.

@neverknewgrey2016: Minghao -- Minghao is somewhere between “most responsible pack member” and “actual babyboy” and for some reason, I feel like it fits Star. She’d have someone to take care of her while also being able to care for him, and it would just be really adorable ok.

@boomboombitches: Aya -- Nobody in that entire fucking pack could ever keep up with Habit, I promise you. I know she really is just a big softy, but she will fight anybody who says it, even if they know it for a fact. Aya is the only bitch who can keep Habit in line. I know this is supposed to be for the male wolves but.....it’s Aya.

@floodlitesc: Hansol -- Hansol’s just so fucking chill. Like, he just.....he’s so calm about literally everything. He only gets worked up if his mate is like, in serious danger, but other than that, he’s just so relaxed and just wants to hold hands and talk about the universe. Idk I think it would be real cute.

@hallolix: Joshua -- An understanding as heck boi. His mate had two mates, and then he helped said mate through her depression, so like, he really is a sweet and caring and patient person. Plus he’s gonna be a fuckin’ doctor so like, he’s the whole damn package. My child deserves the best.

@ghostyjisung: Seungcheol -- Alright I don’t have like, a big reason for this. Honestly, I just....feel it in my soul. I just feel like Seungcheol is the best match and like, he’d be super loving and would protect her from all the bad stuff. I mean, he’s the alpha so he’s responsible, he’s charming, he’s kind of just a little bit of everything. Idk Seungcheol just f e e l s r i g h t.

@sadienita: Seungkwan -- My poor baby Seungkwan just wants love and to be loved. He’s made mistakes (well, one very big one) but he really is trying at all times to be the best mate possible, and Sadie would love the h*ck out of him and make him so happy, and he’d be the smiliest, softest mate in return.

#Anonymous

[gilmoregirlsbigbrother]

EPISODE #4

After Bobby leaves a scathing message at eviction, the week starts with tension building.

Andrew

after Bobby’s hypocritical ass message in the chat that he sent before leaving before anyone could respond (Bella teas) I have realized my goodbye message was too nice. Hey bobby, maybe you shouldn’t expect people to message you when you’re on the block when YOU are the one that should be campaigning. Maybe you shouldn’t just heart react a message when YOU start a conversation without actually replying. Maybe YOU shouldn’t shit on people for not being around when they have to work when the exact same thing happened to you (justice for isaac). Just say you hate dan and get out of the chat djdjskjdje literally no one asked.

Dan

Hey Bobby, don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Way to leave before anyone can respond to you. Also, if you had a problem with me you should have been upfront in PMs when I asked you if you had a problem with me. If you ever want to chat about this be an adult and come to me about it like I tried to. Timmy is the superior twin xoxo 😘

Andrew

Nick

The best thing about having an endurance comp when you are in the minority is that you can make it your own destiny and win! Let’s ruin some players moods

After a Counting HOH, Nick wins and Andrew feels threatened. Chelsea butts heads with production, and rubs the house the wrong way with her inactivity. Nick nominates Dan and Karen, to Dan’s surprise. The gang goes House Hunting for POV.

Dan

I love that people think Karen and I are close? I would never use POV on her and that’s just the tea sis. I just feel so betrayed by Nick because I actually liked him, but it kinda makes sense. He’s friendly with Madison and Bobby so he’s probably just letting them control his game. I don’t think I’m a pawn at all and I think I’ll likely go home this week so  :)

Andrew

so ig aligning with clash has paid off at the moment. hes really my only bridge to nick rn. nick didnt put me up and put up karen and dan with the sole purpose of taking out karen. ALLEGEDLY. idk how much i trust it and i feel like i am still very much a backdoor option, as well as sammy bc i still feel like clash could be a snake. clash SAYS that nick wanted to do sammy and i, but that he convinced him to do karen and dan which... i guess. idk like clash and nick could just be playing me and/or sammy for fools but if thats the case then at least im onto it. nick and i supposedly hashed out this dumbass premade shit that madison and her two braincells worked overtime to concoct before she left by trying to label myself, ricky, isaac and karen as a premade. thanks ugly. anyway clash has also thrown JG under the bus to me as snakey and JG keeps saying he wants to work with me but? where? where is it? show me the car fax? i cant with these people i s2g if i get backdoored im gonna eat my own fucking right leg.

(a little while later)

manipulating nick is my middle name. Unless I’m still a backdoor plan ✌️

nick: youre in the majority me: https://twitter.com/i/status/1082847245110657025

Nick

I’m trying my hardest not to ruin everything during my hoh... but I’m just so cut throat sometimes I leave leave people pissed off. I’m hoping I won’t need to name a new nom, but I guess we will see. Dans gotten more and more on my radar after his little outbursts where he’s tried calling me out and emotionally manipulating me. We shall see what happens but I’m definitely now happy with my nom decisions based off the reactions I got to someone just being a pawn.

Andrew

okay so I guess I'm actually working with Nick now....maybe. Also Dan wants to be "spicy" with Drew and I and vote out whoever is next to Karen - which at this point would be Chelsea - which I would be fine with if it weren't for the fact that I'm putting on the guise that I'm selling my soul to Nick when I honslee still don't trust him. That would also require a lot of work bc like........Clash leaked to me about a chat he has w/ him and Sammy and Dani and Chelsea so I'm assuming they're gonna wanna protect her. But then also Liana is prob gonna wanna protect Karen. There's some conflicts of inch rest happening here but we'll get through it ladies. The most important thing is I basically have so far gotten away with murder since the Madison vote and I'm still just tryna stay off the block as much as possible hehe.

Dan wins veto, and Chelsea is the renomination. Instead of campaigning to stay she campaigns to leave, and people stress their annoyance.

Nick

So Chelsea is campaigning.... TO LEAVE. There goes my plan to get rid of Karen who told me in the main chat the other day she just doesn’t wanna talk with me and ima assume she means she never wanted to because that’s how it feels. Whatever I guess. I hope someone I trust wins hoh because I’ve burned a few too many bridges I feel