and then THE FINAL RESULT. where “look behind” came so so so close to winning, but “i trust that she is there” came out ahead by 0.1%. so maybe, maybe, we did it right this time. maybe this time we were able to save her.
this is my fave poll ive ever run bc i put my own personal subtype in here (last.fm/discogs dweller) expecting to get absolutly destroyed and turns out all of you hate me the least god bless
“And sin, young man, is when you treat people like things. Including yourself. That’s what sin is.”
“It’s a lot more complicated than that –”
“No. It ain’t. When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they’re getting worried that they won’t like the truth. People as things, that’s where it starts.”
“Oh, I’m sure there are worse crimes –”
“But they starts with thinking about people as things…”
(Granny Weatherwax, to Pastor Mightily Oats, Carpe Jugulum, Terry Pratchett.)
But as for “who said that?”, the answer is “one or more of these three: Erik Luke, Michael Reaves, or Greg .Weisman.” …because they wrote that script. :)
recently saw ppl discuss whether they put their medicines in a kitchen cabinet or a bathroom cabinet and i was shocked by the fact that many ppl said kitchen cabinet. so now i need you to reblog this and say where you keep yours
Daily meds go in my bedroom, emergency/first aid type meds that multiple people may need go in the bathroom
On top of the toilet.
In a locking bag which I change the location of bc I don’t want ppl knowing where I keep ‘em.
Daily meds are in the Forbidden For Kitties kitchen cabinet, intermittently needed ones are either in the bathroom or carried in my backpack. I have a travel-sized ibuprofen bottle in my backpack and the refill in the kitchen, too, since while it’s intermittent it might as well be daily during my period.
I found it useful to keep my morning meds by the coffeemaker so I would take them when I had my coffee
Okay, one bit of advice from your Goth Auntie: If you are going through a medical thing and say “I didn’t want to worry/bother you” as the reason why you didn’t tell your loved ones, I will reach through this screen and shake you VERY HARD.
“this is mostly an aging parents issue”
:: laughs cynically to keep from grinding my teeth ::
Truer tags have never been added.
“You don’t get to decide in advance and for me what I can and can’t handle” is a phrase I have used.
“Do you think you can trust me just a little further? I only need a taste. I swear.”
Averyll felt practically spellbound, a strange mix of empathy and exhilaration. He was finally going to get the closeness he craved, though not quite as he had imagined. More than desire, he wanted to aid. “Alright. I’ll let you.” He swallowed, feeling anxiety tug at his gut, realizing perhaps for the first time how close he was to very real danger. “But not a drop more than you need.”
That light returned to Astarion’s eyes. He seemed genuinely surprised. “Really? I-” He stopped himself, censoring whatever truth wanted to spill out. Instead he seemed to take his good fortune for what it was, his demeanor taking of a softness Averyll had never seen before. “Of course. Not one drop more.” He smiled and stepped closer, taking the bard’s hand in his own as he spoke, “Let’s make ourselves more comfortable, shall we?”
His heart absolutely thundered in his chest as he took the vampire’s hand, noticing how cool his skin was. A wild mix of arousal, fear, and anticipation surged through him as he allowed Astarion to guide him to lay back down on his bedroll, kneeling by his side. The elf looked down with a predatory hunger that, for a second, made Averyll question if he made the right choice. Astarion descended, letting his fangs sink into the tender flesh, a soft, low moan rising in his throat as the blood coated his tongue.
It felt like shards of ice, the pain sudden and sharp. Averyll’s breath caught in his throat, his pulse quickening even more as he was fed upon. The icy pain quickly dulled into throbbing numbness, a chill sweeping through his body followed by a warmth that surged between his legs. Fuck. How much was too much? He could feel his pulse start to slow, his limbs growing heavy. “That’s enough”. He murmured much quieter than he had meant to, but with enough force to catch the vampire’s attention.
Astarion took a moment to respond, as if shaken from a reverie, “Mm..hm? Oh. Of course.” He laved his tongue over the wound, catching the last drops before dabbing a bit of healing potion over the two punctures to seal them. He pulled back, a rivulet of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and down his chin. He caught it with his thumb, popping it quickly between his lips to savor that last drop. His eyes fluttered closed with abject pleasure. When he finally spoke he was breathless.
“That was…” He swallowed again, smacking his lips, “Mmm. Amazing.”
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