#contagion

Alfred lowkey convincing Dick that Tim died a horrible death from the Clench, only to be like "hey it was funny at the time" and "what was I meant to do? Not traumatise you, be real, Master Dick"

Let's commit assault with Mama 💜

Tim being a spoiled kid who is about to ask batdad for an elevator because his little legs are sick of walking up and diwn those stairs

Tim snoozing 😭😭😭

"Ivy, you know I'm fucking gay, you're gay, I'm not in the mood to pretend to be straight right now, people are dying, you have a girlfriend, you're better than this"

like oh you cant scratch your poor itchy nose? you can't stifle or cover your sneeze? poor baby better hold it back as long as possible. you need a tissue? maybe if you're good for me.

or

Data, you really have to find a better way to save your friends... That looks like it hurts.

Data's friend: *is in danger*

taste sampler from your sick girlfriend

Someone in the group has been sick for a few days now. They've been keeping it well under wraps, excusing themselves from rooms, volunteering for the tasks that can be done alone, getting up and going to bed earlier. And god they're so exhausted. But sickness is weakness, they know this.

By day 5, it's getting pretty rough. Their sneezes are getting so thick and heavy that stifling takes everything in them. Their chest is starting to ache from the congested pressure and their bones are growing cold from days of running feverish.

But then, someone else in the group comes down with the cold. Not knowing that it's really original character's cold. This second character has no qualms about admitting when they're sick. The group bands around them, making sure they rest and are well looked after.

This of course means additional chores for original character. They trudge their feet along the ground, feeling their fever growing higher and higher as day slips to night.

As they lug something heavy, nose dripping, head swimming, they look over at the crackling fire. Second sickie, whose cold is mild, is bundled in blankets, sipping something warm. The others are bunched around them, laughing, passing handkerchiefs, faces golden by the blaze.

Thinking about a person filming a commercial for cold medicine or tissues…

The makeup artist is getting up close, applying blush to the nose, deepening the bags under the persons eyes, and spraying on beads of ‘sweat’ to the forehead. The hair stylist is making sure their hair is appropriately disheveled, the costumer has set them in come comfy pajamas, all getting up close to the actor to prep them.

The crew starts by purposefully placing crumbled but unused tissues on the set. They want the commercial to look real so they induce the actor, triggering an onslaught of sneezes that last throughout the day. As the actor sneezes more and more some used tissues accidentally make their way around the set.

The actor is sniffling and wiping their nose absentmindedly with their hands as different props are being passed between them and the prop master. The camera crew is getting up close to that red nose, often stepping in front of the camera to help the actor achieve the perfect pose for the scene or promo shots.

The “sick” actor is the star, before the day finishes it seems that every cast member has interacted with them in one way or another. They’re sneezing, coughing, burying their nose into props, doing whatever needs to be done for the camera.