Well now I'm scared
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cornerofmadnessSo today WVU laid off nearly 200 professors and cut almost 100 programs. Yes that's basically what my school did a few years ago but we're a piddly little school WVU is a huge school and is somehow millions of dollars in a hole. This comes on top of our new organic chem prof coming to us after her school closed a week before classes.
This is terrifying. The state of education is a total mess (and now is not the time to tell me how you think education has failed etc. You might not be wrong but I DO NOT need to hear it tonight, please and thank you). I will say I am pissed on the behalf of everyone students and faculty that they didn't do this BEFORE the semester started (the students SHOULD be out on the street protesting) This shit isn't a surprise. You know how far in trouble you are. You do this shit before the semester. Give everyone (especially the students) time to find a new school instead of fucking them.
And watch me table my dreams of home ownership.
Maybe tomorrow will be fun.
For those still following along let me just launch into the fandom recs
First my story for the week: Prodigal Son
Title: Not So Phenomenal Immune System
Summary: Gil swore he wouldn’t get sick. He was oh so very wrong.
Notes: Written for spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge. The words were Plagiarize, Deck, Jaw Lick, Contribution & Willpower and for 4bdnsn0wflake in comment_fic for the prompt Author's choice, any character(s), too sick to work and for the sicktember prompt of what happened to your phenomenal immune system huh?
Malcolm couldn’t stop the smartassed smile on his face as he sailed into the Arroyo living room. Gil huddled on the couch under a cat fur encrusted fuzzy blanket, dark rings under his eyes. Rudolph’s nose wasn’t nearly as red. “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?” He plopped into the recliner as far from Gil’s grossness as he could. Boo-Boo leapt into his lap, rubbing her fluffy head along his jaw line. He petted the cat.
The willpower it took Gil to restrain himself from snarking back gleamed from his tired eyes. “This is all your fault, kid.”
“Me?” Malcolm put a hand to his chest. He shouldn’t enjoy this nearly as much as he was. His mother said being fourteen meant you were a jackass by default. She might be on to something. “I told you not to come to the boarding school. I was fine.”
“You weren’t fine. You got your backside kicked yet again.” Gil grabbed a tissue and sneezed, coughed and whined in that order. “I keep telling you, defend yourself, maybe deck one of them.”
“Is he dead yet, Malcolm?” Jackie called from the other room.
“He looks pretty dead but nah, he still has energy enough to glare at me.”
Her laugh echoed through the house. “Tell him I’m bringing him soup.”
“I can hear you, Jackie,” Gil groused. “You sounded upset about the fact Bertram Chillsworth accused you of plagiarizing his Hamlet paper.”
“And I said I was fine and that the flu was ripping up the school so stay away. But you insisted you had a phenomenal immune system and you’d be okay. If I was as wrong as you were, I’d fail out of school.”
Gil coughed again. He licked his chapped lips. “Next time I’m listening. I haven’t missed a day of work in four years until you kids gave me the damn plague.”
“Warned you. And I didn’t get the butt kicking because of his accusation but because he got expelled over it. Ms. Albero is a cool teacher. I told her Bertie was plagiarizing me and planned to spin it the other way. I mean, if you’re going to be evil maybe not discuss your masterplan in the locker room like a Bond villain. Vijay overheard, told me and I told Ms. Albero. I gave her my paper and wrote one on McBeth instead and she caught Bertie in the lie. It was his third strike. Won’t miss him. Sorry you got sick though. I was hoping to go on a ride along this weekend.”
“The only riding I’m doing is this couch.” Gil bent double coughing. He flopped back against the cushions afterward. “Malcolm, if I didn’t think it would give you a worse complex about being like your dad, I’d beg you to go to my gun safe and get me my service pistol.”
“I’m not sure a bullet is the cure for the flu.” Malcolm arched his eyebrows at him. “You are the biggest baby I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s because you’re the only male in the household, sweetie,” Jackie sailed in with a big cappuccino mug steaming with soup. “You don’t see it because your mother and sister are designed to handle sickness and men are designed to well…” She waved a hand at Gil before putting the mug on the coffee table.
“Sexist.” He leaned over to lift the mug. He hovered his face in the steam. “Maybe accurate. That said, hope you don’t get this, babe. It’s miserable.”
“I’m about to make it worse. Mom was going to invite you to the Hamptons for a sun and fun weekend at our place.” Malcolm scratched Boo-Boo kitty’s chin. “You could leave Gil here in his snot-web, Jackie, and come with.”
“If your only contribution for the day is to be a brat, kid, you can go.” Gil narrowed his eyes at Malcolm who cared about as much as Boo-Boo did.
“Drink your soup.” Jackie rested her hip against the recliner as she reached down to stroke the cat’s back. “If he gets any whinier, I might take you up on that.”
“I’m dying and this is all the love I get. I should have gone to work. The murderers might have had more empathy for me.”
“Doubtful but you could give it a try. That might make them confess faster. Tell me what you did or I’ll cough on you.” Malcolm smirked.
“Insufferable-” The rest of the insult dissolved into coughs.
Jackie stroked Malcolm’s bangs out of his eyes. “Want some soup too, sweetie?”
“Yes, please. I can get it.”
Jackie patted his shoulder before pushing away from the chair. “Nah, you stay with him. I’ll bring you soup and a plague doctor’s mask.”
“I am surrounded by smart asses.” Gil tugged the blanket over his head.
“No, but if you want, I can get Mom over here, and then you’d truly be surrounded.”
Malcolm wasn’t sure but by the way the blanket moved, he might have just been given the finger. Snorting, he stood and grabbed the controller with a tissue. “How about I put on one of your favorite movies? Which one?”
“Ghostbusters,” Gil grumbled, peeking back out of the blanket. “I need the laugh.”
Sure thing.”
Malcolm put on the movie and settled back to see New York in the old days when his parents, Gil and Jackie were young. It was the least he could do since he really was the reason Gil was huddled under a blanket sick instead of at the precinct. No, the least you could do is not tease him.
Yeah, that was never going to happen.
Can't Unsee That Stargate Atlantis
Burning Again The Owl House wip
9 Crimes Batman/Prodigal Son wip
I could really use a hug right about now. The Witcher
something to live for Nikita
The only place we're going is to the Pharmacy Prodigal Son
The Photo Shoot 9-1-1
One Love Worth Living For The Owl House wip
The Captain's Hand Torchwood
Beginner’s guide to faking sick The Witcher
Summer’s End FAKE
Old wives tale Prodigal Son
Out Among The Stars Torchwood/Doctor Who
Morphine Whiskey Prodigal Son
Connection A Song of Ice and Fire
Daydreams, or Lies of the Heart Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Whistle in the Dark The Owl House wip
Playing Games 91-1
Days of Future Past Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Trial and Error Stargate/Stargate Atlantis
Limits Top Gun
This is terrifying. The state of education is a total mess (and now is not the time to tell me how you think education has failed etc. You might not be wrong but I DO NOT need to hear it tonight, please and thank you). I will say I am pissed on the behalf of everyone students and faculty that they didn't do this BEFORE the semester started (the students SHOULD be out on the street protesting) This shit isn't a surprise. You know how far in trouble you are. You do this shit before the semester. Give everyone (especially the students) time to find a new school instead of fucking them.
And watch me table my dreams of home ownership.
Maybe tomorrow will be fun.
For those still following along let me just launch into the fandom recs
First my story for the week: Prodigal Son
Title: Not So Phenomenal Immune System
Summary: Gil swore he wouldn’t get sick. He was oh so very wrong.
Notes: Written for spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge. The words were Plagiarize, Deck, Jaw Lick, Contribution & Willpower and for 4bdnsn0wflake in comment_fic for the prompt Author's choice, any character(s), too sick to work and for the sicktember prompt of what happened to your phenomenal immune system huh?
Malcolm couldn’t stop the smartassed smile on his face as he sailed into the Arroyo living room. Gil huddled on the couch under a cat fur encrusted fuzzy blanket, dark rings under his eyes. Rudolph’s nose wasn’t nearly as red. “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?” He plopped into the recliner as far from Gil’s grossness as he could. Boo-Boo leapt into his lap, rubbing her fluffy head along his jaw line. He petted the cat.
The willpower it took Gil to restrain himself from snarking back gleamed from his tired eyes. “This is all your fault, kid.”
“Me?” Malcolm put a hand to his chest. He shouldn’t enjoy this nearly as much as he was. His mother said being fourteen meant you were a jackass by default. She might be on to something. “I told you not to come to the boarding school. I was fine.”
“You weren’t fine. You got your backside kicked yet again.” Gil grabbed a tissue and sneezed, coughed and whined in that order. “I keep telling you, defend yourself, maybe deck one of them.”
“Is he dead yet, Malcolm?” Jackie called from the other room.
“He looks pretty dead but nah, he still has energy enough to glare at me.”
Her laugh echoed through the house. “Tell him I’m bringing him soup.”
“I can hear you, Jackie,” Gil groused. “You sounded upset about the fact Bertram Chillsworth accused you of plagiarizing his Hamlet paper.”
“And I said I was fine and that the flu was ripping up the school so stay away. But you insisted you had a phenomenal immune system and you’d be okay. If I was as wrong as you were, I’d fail out of school.”
Gil coughed again. He licked his chapped lips. “Next time I’m listening. I haven’t missed a day of work in four years until you kids gave me the damn plague.”
“Warned you. And I didn’t get the butt kicking because of his accusation but because he got expelled over it. Ms. Albero is a cool teacher. I told her Bertie was plagiarizing me and planned to spin it the other way. I mean, if you’re going to be evil maybe not discuss your masterplan in the locker room like a Bond villain. Vijay overheard, told me and I told Ms. Albero. I gave her my paper and wrote one on McBeth instead and she caught Bertie in the lie. It was his third strike. Won’t miss him. Sorry you got sick though. I was hoping to go on a ride along this weekend.”
“The only riding I’m doing is this couch.” Gil bent double coughing. He flopped back against the cushions afterward. “Malcolm, if I didn’t think it would give you a worse complex about being like your dad, I’d beg you to go to my gun safe and get me my service pistol.”
“I’m not sure a bullet is the cure for the flu.” Malcolm arched his eyebrows at him. “You are the biggest baby I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s because you’re the only male in the household, sweetie,” Jackie sailed in with a big cappuccino mug steaming with soup. “You don’t see it because your mother and sister are designed to handle sickness and men are designed to well…” She waved a hand at Gil before putting the mug on the coffee table.
“Sexist.” He leaned over to lift the mug. He hovered his face in the steam. “Maybe accurate. That said, hope you don’t get this, babe. It’s miserable.”
“I’m about to make it worse. Mom was going to invite you to the Hamptons for a sun and fun weekend at our place.” Malcolm scratched Boo-Boo kitty’s chin. “You could leave Gil here in his snot-web, Jackie, and come with.”
“If your only contribution for the day is to be a brat, kid, you can go.” Gil narrowed his eyes at Malcolm who cared about as much as Boo-Boo did.
“Drink your soup.” Jackie rested her hip against the recliner as she reached down to stroke the cat’s back. “If he gets any whinier, I might take you up on that.”
“I’m dying and this is all the love I get. I should have gone to work. The murderers might have had more empathy for me.”
“Doubtful but you could give it a try. That might make them confess faster. Tell me what you did or I’ll cough on you.” Malcolm smirked.
“Insufferable-” The rest of the insult dissolved into coughs.
Jackie stroked Malcolm’s bangs out of his eyes. “Want some soup too, sweetie?”
“Yes, please. I can get it.”
Jackie patted his shoulder before pushing away from the chair. “Nah, you stay with him. I’ll bring you soup and a plague doctor’s mask.”
“I am surrounded by smart asses.” Gil tugged the blanket over his head.
“No, but if you want, I can get Mom over here, and then you’d truly be surrounded.”
Malcolm wasn’t sure but by the way the blanket moved, he might have just been given the finger. Snorting, he stood and grabbed the controller with a tissue. “How about I put on one of your favorite movies? Which one?”
“Ghostbusters,” Gil grumbled, peeking back out of the blanket. “I need the laugh.”
Sure thing.”
Malcolm put on the movie and settled back to see New York in the old days when his parents, Gil and Jackie were young. It was the least he could do since he really was the reason Gil was huddled under a blanket sick instead of at the precinct. No, the least you could do is not tease him.
Yeah, that was never going to happen.
Can't Unsee That Stargate Atlantis
Burning Again The Owl House wip
9 Crimes Batman/Prodigal Son wip
I could really use a hug right about now. The Witcher
something to live for Nikita
The only place we're going is to the Pharmacy Prodigal Son
The Photo Shoot 9-1-1
One Love Worth Living For The Owl House wip
The Captain's Hand Torchwood
Beginner’s guide to faking sick The Witcher
Summer’s End FAKE
Old wives tale Prodigal Son
Out Among The Stars Torchwood/Doctor Who
Morphine Whiskey Prodigal Son
Connection A Song of Ice and Fire
Daydreams, or Lies of the Heart Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Whistle in the Dark The Owl House wip
Playing Games 91-1
Days of Future Past Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Trial and Error Stargate/Stargate Atlantis
Limits Top Gun
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