“If I’b dnot careful I’b goddaaa – haaah… I’b godda gedt everyeeehh - hih’GGKSSHH’IUE! Ughhh, I’b godda ged everyond sigg.”

This kind of chatty, extroverted people who rarely covers their sneezes specifically when they are sick. I'm talking about those people with a lot of energy who don't stop talking at all, and for that many people recognize them wherever they go. They immediately make themselves known as well when they are sick. When they catch a cold or the flu it tends to drain their radiant energy making them withdrawn mentally and physically tired to the point where they sneeze and cough freely no matter whom they spray.

A little prompt:

A is the sickie, B is a friend of A.

— O-ohm, I'm so misedable. I wish I could be rdesting and ged rid of dhis darn cold.

— Yo A!- You look terrible.

— Thagks, I feel terrible. SNFFKK- ugh mby node id's so idchy and I can'd do anydhing to stop id or to make id quit runningk. I already used all of my tissue boxes- (coughs harshly) I bring dhree widh mbe!

— Yikes. How did you catch it this time? I'm not that kind of person but hey, I told you!! Quit partying and going out for a while because it was going around! Y-

— hhHe- HETSSSCHOOOo! hETZCCHHO!

A releases two strong uncovered sneezes and several amount of spray hit directly B's face.

— ... Are you going to appologi-?

— h-Heh hYI-ETCHOOOOOo! I wasn'd done yed, Soggy.

And B clearly knows that A won't be done sneezing for quite some time.

Twilight gets down to business

Horny contagion thoughts

Someone who only cares about not making a mess because it's embarrassing, not because they're worried about spreading their cold. So in large groups they pinch off their sneezes, duck away to cough if they really can't keep it in. But around those one or two people who they feel comfortable around, they sneeze freely, cough openly even when facing the person and without covering. They'll grab a tissue while building up but use it post-sneeze to wipe away the mess on the back of their hand, never even considering that they could just sneeze into the tissue to begin with. Contagion is simply something that doesn't even cross their mind to worry about. Sick or not.

Sick prompt:

A comes home from work late at night and creeps into bed without turning on any lights and pulls B in to spoon them. Immediately, A notices that B is way warmer than normal and coughs a little bit as A pulls them into their arms. The movement bothers B’s nose, and they wake up a bit to sneeze messily across A’s forearms enclosed around B’s chest. One spraying, wet, “hH—idtzCHhiewh!” contagious sneeze before B sniffles and drifts off back to sleep.

Worried, A flicks on the lamp and looks around the room: it looks like a sick person’s crime scene. Bottles of cold and cough medicine on the dresser, tissues scattered that didn’t make it into the bin, cough drop wrappers littered on the nightstand. A didn’t notice any of it in the dark, but now with the light they can finally see that B has caught a cold, and a bad one at that.

Did this to relax but. My Crystal Contagion- started by Flurry Heart shattering the Crystal Heart with a blast while being babysat, causing an airborne spread-

Research recluse Twilight Sparkle. She's so scared of being near almost anyone, despite being immune. The Doc's still kind, she works hard not to need to do anything to hurt anyone but herself.

At the end of the day, I've learned that it doesn't matter whether or not being trans is the ~newest social contagion~, people would either want all ten of us dead or all fifteen billion of us. The "social contagion" theory is a stepping stone to how we, apparently, deserve the genocide people advocate for, and the ideas of what constitutes a "social contagion" are the justification.

When you realize that, you realize that what people aren't arguing is that Big Trans is doing Bad Thing and only that must be stopped, but that your kind shouldn't exist.

You don't reason with contagions, and you certainly don't argue facts and logic with it. You eradicate it. And that is the end goal.

Group contagion scenario(minor mess talk):

was watching one of those early/early mid 2000s detective shows, and just thinking about how the main character, usually the boss(or boss enough) will hover over their teammates when they have new information about a case.

Just entirely leaning into their desk space, and over their computer as they are sharing information, no sense of personal space. Thinking about our boss with a streaming contagious cold that everyone is bound to come down with. it's only a matter of time.

sick character is polite enough to try and not intentionally catch their teammates in the cross fire of their nasty wet cold, but they have a persistent buzzing itch nagging at their swollen red nose(sometimes the sneezes come without warning. and they're so pathetically apologetic that nobody is genuinely upset with them).

our sick character who is mindlessly wiping their nose with the palm of their hand or messily trying to rub the itch away throughout the entirety of the day, inevitably leaving their hand teaming with snot and contagion. spreading their germs as they use their teammates computers, desk space, or phones.(if they are affectionate with high fives or shoulder rubs anything of the sort)

their direct partner(love interest) who shares the car rides with them to crime scenes and interrogations undoubtedly being the first to come down with the awful cold. their partner bringing them tea instead of the usual coffee even while our sick characters is adamant that there's no need for "drastic measures". carrying around handkerchiefs or travel packets of tissues(they will need them soon anyways too)

and anyone who gets trapped in the elevator with them might as well consider themselves down for the count as well.

Decided to draw Ditzy Doodle At stage 4 of @sylvsforest ‘s Cutie mark contagion Au.

Was going for her mane being more Solid and wooden like a pencil. Along with Pencil like hooves that would leave a trail of a red substance whenever she moved.

AU where Steve Harrington has a cooking/baking channel and Eddie is an indie musician. Steve's fans get really excited when they can hear Eddie in the background making comments or when he guest stars as the resident "Taste Tester". one day, Eddie is sick and can't stop sneezing nearly every take. instead of getting mad at Eddie, Steve changes up his filming idea. he makes soup and has Eddie sit in as his Taste Tester once again. the video is full of stuffy banter from the metalhead like "dod't m'bide be. I'b just here to supervise that cake Stevie walks arou'd with!". meanwhile Steve ends up looking directly into the camera saying "if nothing else, this soup will get your stubborn ass boyfriend to finally blow his damn nose!" to which Eddie sputters and coughs. the soup spices in the air as Steve cooks only make his sneezing worse. the comments are flooded with "Get well soon!" and "Hope you don't catch that cold from him!" and Steve does. because of course he does. so next week's video instead stars Eddie attempting to cook the same soup while Steve sniffles and sits on the counter observing like Eddie usually does. and once again those spices get to them both <3

Happy Halloween! (a snz fic)

Male - cold, mess!, implied future contagion

~*~

He wakes up to sinuses that are absolutely packed with congestion. He’d gone to sleep last night with a tickle in his throat and a bit of a headache, but he certainly didn’t expect to wake up to this.

His nose starts streaming the second he sits up in bed, setting off a tickle deep in his nose. Still hazy from sleep and a head that feels like it’s stuffed full of cotton, he only manages to get his hand halfway to his face before erupting with a thick sneeze – “heh-nnggK’SHO!” that forces the gunk that had accumulated in his sinuses out, covering his hand in mess, the rest escaping into the air. He’s left with twin trails of clear liquid coating his upper lip as he shivers, dazed.

Leaning over to the nightstand, he thanks his past self for keeping a box of tissues stocked there as he pulls out several of them. He buries his face in the soft cotton and lets out a truly ill-sounding blow. The sound of it crackles through the air as more snot is dislodged, filling the bundle and soaking through to his hands.

He throws the ruined tissues to the floor and grabs the box, setting it next to him on the bed and pulling out fresh ones. His breath scissors in his chest before he snaps forward with a violent – “huh…ha-AHH’EEHGGSHH’IUE!” that explodes out of him.

He doesn’t dare remove the tissues from his face, groaning as he feels the wet mess of it against his skin. He gives a damp, clearing blow, strong enough to shift the pressure in his ears. He’s forced to breathe through his mouth as he crumples up the Kleenex and tosses them to the side.

I’m going to go through the whole box by noon, at this point, he thinks, flopping back onto his soft pillows. He rubs his knuckles against his itchy nose, already well on its way to becoming pink.

It fucking had to be today, he laments, allowing himself a small pity party. It’s Halloween, and he’d been planning on spending the day making treats for the party later tonight, as well as handing out candy to the trick or treaters. He’s just going to have to power through. Maybe it just seems worse because it’s still early and his body hasn’t had time to wake up yet.

As soon as he thinks it, his nostrils flare and he’s surprised by a wrenching double – “ha’GSSHH’IUE! Huh..ha’NGGSSHH’uh!” At the mercy of his own body and unable to cover in time, the viscous spray of it mists the sheets in front of him. “Ugh… oh god,” he groans, swiping at the mess on his face with his hand.

Remembering the box next to him, he pulls out a fistful of Kleenex and releases a gurgling, cold-ridden blow into the waiting tissues.

“Fugg, I don’t wadda be – heh… ha’ERRSSHH’IUE! – SNF. I don’t wadda be sigg today.” Noting the squishy pressure that still clogs his sinuses after so many clearing sneezes, he resigns himself to the fact that he most likely has come down with the cold from hell.

Yet, determined as he is, he’s not going to let it stop him from going on with his plans. He can still make the food for the party tonight, he’ll just have to be very careful about washing his hands and covering his sneezes. If he has to make them one-handed while holding a tissue to his dripping nose the whole time, then so be it.

He should be able to hide his illness enough that no one will be worried. Hopefully he’ll be able to hold it off enough so they won’t take one look at him and decide it isn’t worth the risk. Hell, the way he sounds, even just being in the same room as him might be risky enough. But he can’t let his friends down, and he doesn’t want to miss the party.

Pulling more tissues from the box, he catches a harsh, scraping – “uh…huh…ha’NNGGGSSH’ah!” into the bundle, containing all of the dense, contagious mess that his nose is constantly trying to force out of him. He gives one last marshy blow before getting up to start the day, box of tissues in hand. If he can just keep his nose under control, everything should be fine.

Flu with national exams: my experience

Ok, I've been taking this important exams to finally being able to go to an university. But here's the thing: there's some kind or variant of the flu who is going around all my city, and is strong. Got it myself, so I know how bad it can be, still, if u want to go to an uni you have to take the exams. So people being sick still go to take them. Basically I'm just gonna drop my silly snzkink thoughts ab it👀👀

Day 1

People are too lazy to wear masks having this flu. My friends too. I have one of them who is completely affected by this sickness and the poor guy has to take the exams anyway. He sits behind me to take the test. Yesterday he was sniffling and coughing a lot, his nose a bit pink bc of all the rubbing, he was having a bit of a fever too. Later on with the exams in our hands, he asked out loud, sniffing miserably: "Does sobmeonde has adny tissues to gibe mbe?" Sounding completely congested and I was basically screaming internally, trying to give all my attention to the exam. After he asked, the teacher gives them some tissues and asks if he's feeling ok, and he says: "Yes, Don'd worry *Sniff* about that, I'm almosd finished". He was the first one to left the room that day. There is some other girl that has the flu too, that flu. She sneezed like two times and was given tissues too.

Day 2

Sick people still doesn't wear any masks, and I don't think they will if they're not obligated too. They believe that "it's just the seasonal flu before summer, it's normal" when is obvious they just don't want to wear masks (tbh my friend from before said it to me). As usual, my friend sits behind me to take the exams, before those were handed to us, he told me this: "Today I brought my own handkerchief, came prepared!" He smiled to me and I did too, but it was more a nervous laugh than anything. He seemed more like himself today, always funny and ready to warm things up, but his nose was red, not pink, red. He didn't had a fever today at least. He also told me this, just in the moment the exams were being assigned: "Hey, if you hear some sniffling or weird sounds stay calm, it's just me". ??????? When I heard that I felt my heart racing so fcking fast,, NO WAY HE WHISPERED THAT TO ME. He sounded a bit nervous too, and I laughed and told him that it was no problem at all, that I understand 'cause I've got it too. He just smiled and started his exam as I did next. He definitely was sniffling more aggressively and wet today, he just couldn't stop doing it, even if he brought something with him. I swear I was paying attention to what I was writing in my exam, I did. But I also could hear the squelching sound of his congested nose every 2 minutes. The sniffling was starting to annoy some people in the room, I could notice, but I don't have a clue if he did find out. He stifles 2 sneezes in the handkerchief with too much force. I thought that his head would hit mine because of the force of the last sneeze and 'cause we were so fcking close too. At the end he only touched roughly part of my back accidentally so he apologized and I said that it was ok. Obviously I said bless you to him too. The girl from before sneezed two times too. One was polite, with the crock of her arm, but THE OTHER ONE??? She laughed at something that I don't remember and then the sneeze came so rapidly and forced that she just turned to her side next to the wall and sneezed COMPLETELY UNCOVERED there. in the WALL. and there was a friend of hers SO CLOSE TO HER. I'm still so fcking shocked man, and the other girl seemed to not care at all. At the end of the day, there was a classmate of mine that has that flu too. And God sake, she was a complete sneezy mess! I bet she sneezed like almost 20 times, stifling all of them. It was incredible. Bless her too.

And to finish this, another friend of mine send a message on the classroom group we have after we did the exam. She said: "Wish all of you could pass this exam. Just gotta say that my nose feels a bit stuffed, so y'all who got that flu better get their sneezes covered tomorrow" 👀👀

Okay, it was cute at first, but now I'm just pissed.

I genuinely can't go for more than 7 seconds without someone in my proximity making noise related to being sick. Coughing, wheezing, sniffling, THROAT CLEARING STFU PLEASE

My germaphobic ass is so agitated all the time and I can't get shit done. I wake up every morning checking symptoms.

Please someone for the love of God give Japanese ppl paid sick days. I'm at my wit's end

When Tim got sick with the Clench and Dick immediately thought there was no hope and Alfred told him “This is the home of hopeless causes and blind faith” 😭

Detective Comics #696

Image descriptions: Tim as Robin is laying down in the Batcave with blood on his face while Dick as Nightwing and Alfred Pennyworth stand above him. Tim grabs Dick’s arm and says, “No! Don’t tell my dad…not while there’s still a chance…” Dick looks distraught as he says, “But…but there is no chance, Robin. The next stage will set in in an hour or so and then…I…I just think your dad should know.” Alfred turns to Dick and says, face serious, “It’s quite obvious that you’ve been away from this place far too much, Master Dick. This is the home of hopeless causes and blind faith.” Dick says, “But…” End IDs.

sorry to bring up h*p* but sometimes something new will strike me about the absurdity of her work vs her politics like girl what was the shrieking shack. that was a safe space gender neutral bathroom

PSA

For those of you who like P/edro ((or K/aren G/illan or D/avid D/uchovny)) — watch The Bubble on Netflix

It’s not a good movie, but it’s about actors in quarantine who catch the flu. PP is all feverish and cute and I will say at the very least the movie is funny. But still a not great film overall LOL.

TW !!!! THERE IS EMETO CONTENT ((and no snz)) but if you’re like me and will suck it up for Zaddy P/edro, check it out and then slide into my ask box so we can discuss 🤣