Confession: I Have A Friend Who Likes To Text Me At Like 4am When He’s Had Nightmares Or He Can’t

things i want to be

really hot

not poor

Caitvi Soulmates AU

Here is my addition to @somewillwin 's lovely SoulmateAU! Be sure to check out their amazing young caitvi artwork.

Thank you for letting me write this fun little fic, and for creating your wonderful artwork to fill me with medical whump and parent & daughter feels.

I might like to write more of this, if you all are enjoying it :) i've never done soulmates AU and feel this will be a fun writing exercise.

Edit: sorry about the formatting.

Cassandra exhaled, watching Caitlyn’s soft breaths steam the BiPAP mask which forced her singed lungs to inhale.

The claustrophobia from the mask had been bad.

Cassandra dragged her palm down her own face, watching Caitlyn as she rested. The Ativan had been a lifesaver, and she seemed comfortable now, letting the machine help her breathe while she slept.

Cassandra held her unburnt hand, feeling her slowly relax her fingers as she drifted deeper into sleep. Sleep was good—it meant she was somewhat comfortable. It meant that she didn’t feel so claustrophobic anymore in the mask.

                She took another breath, steadying her self and blinking back her tears.

                Cait looked so small.

                Jayce had been crying outside, apologizing, panicking.

                She’d sent Viktor and Councilor Heimerdinger to locate him, and did her best to keep her anger in check.

                What had he been thinking? What had he been doing in that apartment? Cassandra squeezed her eyes closed, determined not to make a sound. She’d never forgive herself if she woke Cait now.

                She’ll need to recover. Have to make sure her airway doesn’t swell. Make sure she doesn’t get an infection from the burns. Broken ribs from the blast. Lucky, so lucky.

                Everything Tobias had been saying to her swirled in her brain. Cassandra gripped Cait’s hand, feeling her twitch lightly, and then hoping she didn’t disturb her.

                A soft knock on the door.

                She bristled, straightening herself, making sure she was positioned between Cait and the door.

                Petunia. The Kiramman house’s longtime cook, and one of Cassandra’s favorite employees. Cassandra let the tension release from her spine.

                “I came to check on you, Ms. Kiramman.” She kept her voice low.

                “I’m fine.”

                “Tobias reckons you need a short break. I can sit with her. If you need.”

                No, she couldn’t. She shouldn’t. She needed to stay here—Cait had been in pain and crying. She couldn’t bear the thought of her waking again and needing something and her mother not being there.

                Cassandra heaved a breath through her nose, trying to quell the shaking of the sobs threatening to escape her chest.

                “Ms. Kiramman.” Petunia was at her side, firm hands settling on her shoulders, a whisper of an order, “Take a break. Five minutes. I’m right here with her.”

                Cassandra managed a nod, choking on another sob as she stood on shaky legs.

                Cait couldn’t hear her sob. Not here, not now.

                With her face buried in her sleeve, Cassandra managed to get herself into the hallway before she cried. She let her back rest against the cold cinderblock wall, sucking in frantic breaths through her nose as her ribs constricted.

                Her daughter had been in an explosion with another fifteen-year-old.

                Cassandra tried to breathe.

                 Her daughter was struggling to breathe. Her daughter had almost ended up with a breathing tube.

                Another sob heaved from her chest as she fought for her breath. Why was it so hot in here? Cassandra ripped open the top button of her collar, she couldn’t breathe—why couldn’t she breathe? Why was it so hot in here?

                “Cass.” Tobais’ voice hummed in her ear, his strong arms wrapping around her waist.

                Cassandra turned to him, burying into his shoulder, “We need…..I need….sit with her….”

                “Petunia is with her.” Tobias assured, holding her harder against him. She felt the warmth of his chest through the thin material of his scrubs, “It’s alright. She’s going to be alright.”

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I. NEED. MORE.

i love seeing screencap draw overs so i did some no context ones from my camera roll ... no i don’t have a murph & ally bias what are you talking about

originals ⬇️

far from prudish but just got blazed porn of someone's pussy spread out so hard and up close like it's a map of the polish-lithuanian commonwealth and I'm king and grand duke sigismund II augustus inspecting his lands to plot defense against the swedes

I had this project of making one of these for every episode of FH Junior Year.. I failed lol

But I should totally go back because I really love these

#saving this for later

OKAY SO HERE ARE RANDOM HAMILTON THE MUSICAL FACTS NO ONE ASKED FOR

• After Maria mentions she is "helpless" in Say No To This, Eliza doesn't mention it for the rest of the play

• In That Would Be Enough, Eliza says: "I wrote to the general a month ago". In Stay Alive we can see her writing the letter

• In Take A Break, when Angelica and Eliza reunite and say each other's names there is a slight pause for "and Peggy"

• In Stay Alive (reprise), Phillip says to Eliza "Mom, I'm sorry for forgetting what you taught me" because Eliza taught him how to count to 10 in Take A Break and he thought that mr. Eaker counted to 10 even though he didn't

• Phillip had trouble with number 7 in Take A Break, got shot at number 7 and died at Sept-7 (guess it wasn't exactly his lucky number)

• Burr always repeats that he's willing to wait for it and Alexander always repeats that he's not throwing away his shot, but in The World Was Wide Enough, Burr doesn't wait for it and shoots Alexander and Alexander throws away his shot by aiming his pistol at the sky

• In Hurricane, Alexander says: "I couldn't seem to die" and the backing vocals/ensemble say: "Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it.." because Burr is going to shoot him in 9 songs

• If we count all of the songs in Hamilton + Lauren's interlude, there is exactly 47 songs. 47 is also the age Alexander Hamilton died at

• In Best Of Wives And Best Of Women both Alexander and Eliza say exactly 37 words, which is also how many songs they were married for in the musical

• In Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story when Eliza says: "I speak out against slavery," Washington makes a surprised face behind her because he owned around 120 slaves

• In What'd I miss when Jefferson gets the letter from Washington he says: "Sally, be a lamb, darlin' won't you open it," reffering to a slave of his

julius caesar has been dead for 2066 slutty, slutty years

do you ever imagine a person or character in a specific situation and just, immediately see how it would play out? what they would say, the way they would hold their body, the facial expressions they would make, all of it. you know exactly how it would go.

what i'm saying is brennan lee mulligan should go on taskmaster