Ok I’ve seen a lot of romantic-based sick f/o imagines, but consider:

Calling your platonic f/o to let them know you can’t make it to hang out, and them insisting on coming over- even if you tell them not to so they don’t catch it.

Maybe they’ve come over to take care of you, or maybe they’re just a clingy friend who wants to see you so bad they don’t care about getting sick.

Will they keep a safe distance? Pull out a ruler and measure two meters away? Or sit really close next to you on the couch and rest their chin on your shoulder like nothing’s wrong, even if you try to push them back for their own safety (silly)

Whatever form it takes, they’ll keep you company and make sure you’re fed/ had enough to drink (even if this is in the form of using your card to buy takeout)

(For platonic f/os, geared towards friends but can be any)

[pr0ship dni]

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My mom made Ides of March cupcakes! Less fucking goooooo!

I recently told a friend who is not on tumblr about the ides of March. And they asked how do we celebrate? Is there a chosen "Cesar" account we all "stab"? Does admin pick a blog randomly or something?

And I had to inform them they highly overestimate how organized tumblr is and underestimate how much fun is there in the chaos.

"Admin", pffft

Computer Chronicles - Windows 95

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away