#sickandvomiting

No WAY I just saw one of your posts out in the wild on my vanilla instagram. I had to do a double take

Ooooh thank you G! Let’s see!

Nog first

1: sexuality headcanon 

I honestly don’t believe people, even the Ferengi, will be labeling sexualities in the 24th century like we do now, but I kinda think he’d fall somewhere in the demi territory

2: otp

He has eyes for Jake and only Jake

3: brotp

Also Jake. The boy is going to end up marrying his best friend and I think that’s beautiful

4: notp 

Does he even have any other ships besides Jake? No matter, everything else can fly into the garbage from where I stand

5: first headcanon that pops into my head 

The Ferengi don’t really have swear words, at least in the same sense as a lot of Earth languages do, and the language spoken in a melting pot at the edge of the Federation filtered through a universal translator differs a lot from the way students talk in San Francisco, so Nog’s first about a week or so at the Academy was very confusing

6: favorite line from this character 

"I have my father’s hands and my uncle’s tenacity”

7: one way in which I relate to this character 

The boy just wants to learn shit

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character 

Just the Ferenginess of it all

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? 

Pure cinnamon roll, what a sweetheart

Eh, let’s do Bashir as well

1: sexuality headcanon

A useless pansexual mess, have you seen him

 2: otp

Garak

3: brotp 

O’Brien. The peak of bromance, really.

4: notp 

Ezri. It’s just too “get the girl” type of a situation and it makes me highly uncomfortable

5: first headcanon that pops into my head 

Genetically enhanced intelligence is convenient and all, ignoring the fact that it’s highly illegal, but that level of brain activity still means that sometimes his head just goes “oh time for a migraine”

6: favorite line from this character

He’s a major character for seven seasons, I literally cannot. Also I haven’t watched DS9 in like two years.

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Someone: *flirts with him*

Bashir: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the f u c k

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character 

God, what doesn’t

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? 

An exercise I did in drawing more stylized characters, feat @ocsickficsideblog​‘s Alistair and @sickandvomiting‘s Blues Group. 

Everyone is (roughly) to scale height-wise, and for some perspective in each row, Kit is 5′10″, Siofra is 5′8″, Jace is 6′5″, and Elizabeth is 5′0″. 

“We just gave a ride to some shady-ass lady who was then IMMEDIATELY...”

FUCKIN YIKES HOW DID THAT COME ABOUT

Omg so my dad (who has lived in a fairly rough major city for most of his life) got flagged down by this “pregnant” woman who was claiming that she’d fallen and was in so much pain she couldn’t walk. And she just needed a ride to the Best Buy (literally a minute down the road). 

So right off the bat, the other 4 of us are like “nah man this isn’t right” because 

If she was hurt that bad, why wouldn’t she want to go to the hospital

If her ride could pick her up at Best Buy, why couldn’t they just get her from the restaurant 

She very clearly wasn’t pregnant. Like, that was not a pregnant belly. That was someone hiding something under her jacket. 

She claimed she couldn’t walk, but she made it out of the restaurant just fine

So my dad is clearly being duped, so we ended up having to leave two of our friends are the restaurant while Est and my dad and I drove this woman to Best Buy. And the whole time I’m in the back with her just waiting for her to try something. 

We get her to Best Buy and let her out, and then drive back to the restaurant to get our friends. And there’s police everywhere. 

So we were like “hey idk what y’all are looking for, but we just dropped off a suspicious woman at Best Buy” and they asked for a description and when we gave it they went “yeah don’t pick her up anymore”. 

It’s the 19th, and today I’m thankful for @sickandvomiting! 

One of the things Cal loved about going to the same university where his dad, Marshall Greenwood, taught American History was the opportunities he got to have lunch with his dad in between classes.

Marshall had texted his son that morning and Cal had been all too eager to accept. Wednesdays were always a drag for him because he had a full two and a half hours to kill between the end of his morning classes and the beginning of his afternoon ones.

But by the time Cal left the liberal arts building around noon, the vague upset feeling in his stomach, which he had first attributed to being hungry, had escalated to full blown nausea. He could feel it, sticky in his mouth, acid creeping up the back of his throat.

He swallowed convulsively as he trudged to the bus stop, having planned to meet his dad on the other side of campus, closer to where Marshall taught his lectures. Cal was usually one to cross the quad on foot, unless it was raining, but today he felt awful, and walking that far was out of the question.

Cal climbed onto the bus and sat in the back, as far away from other bodies as absolutely possible. It was only about four stops until his own, but it didn’t take long for him to realize that the slow motion of the bus was making his nausea worse.

He rested his head on the back of the seat in front of him, placing a hand over his tremulous belly. He let out a quiet burp and groaned, swallowing back a rush of saliva. He closed his eyes and tried not to imagine himself on a ship in the middle of a storm.

The bus came to a stop and Cal felt a small reprieve. Several people got off and a handful more got on, and Cal was still alone in the back. When the doors closed and the bus started moving again, Cal felt his stomach leap into his throat. He coughed, forcing down a splash of acid.

“You all right back there?” someone asked from a few rows up.

Cal held up a weak thumbs up and dropped his head again. He definitely felt anything but all right, but he wanted to avoid throwing up on the floor of the bus.

Two stops later and Cal knew he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was shaking with the effort of suppressing his nausea, and sweat had started to bead along his forehead. He hiccuped nauseously, his stomach lurching.

Without even thinking, he reached for his backpack, unzipping the deepest pocket that wasn’t holding any of his schoolwork. Gripping it firmly, he hung his head over the rim, saliva already leaking from his lips.

The bus pulled away from the last stop before his own, and the lurching movement made him gag. He opened his mouth and a sick belch came tumbling out, followed by a torrent of watery brown puke.

He coughed and sputtered on the next heave, aware of the attention he’d brought upon himself from the noise. Several people screamed and a few even commented on the stench. Cal was embarrassed, but too sick to care, his stomach seizing as he threw up again into his bag.

@sickandvomiting and I are doing a Vietnam art swap: a painting of G’s characters Tron and Muffin for something with my Tenement falls AU characters.

6. ivory - describe your pajamas?

Old T-shirts and loose-fitting pajama pants.

12. dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

Are we counting hair? Because I’ve noticed I’m definitely drawn to nice-looking hair hehe. If not, I’ll go with the totally cliche “eyes.”

18. honey - favorite term of endearment?

Haha I’m honestly more likely to use an affectionate insult than a term of endearment! (“Nerd” is absolutely a term of endearment in my vocabulary.) But if one slips out of me it’s probably gonna be “sweetheart.”

24. backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

Yes! They were a cat and a horse and they were best friends, and they would follow me around school and I would imagine what they were doing when I was bored! The cat’s name was Smokey, I don’t remember the horse’s name.

30. aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

Honest to goodness I can’t think of anyone specific! I don’t follow celebrity culture much or watch a ton of TV.

36. sapphos - favorite poet?