Awww, they’re so cute! I loved this! Also big congrats on not murdering anyone, I’m proud. Thanks for making it, was awesome.
Hiya could you do it’s so cold for Vale and Silver, please? Thanks.
"It's so cold."
"You should have worn a coat." Vale muttered before sweeping his eyes over Silver, taking in the greyish palour to his skin and the almost blue tinge to his lips. He quickly pulled his coat off and wrapped it around the Fae's shoulders. "We need to get you inside." He took Silver's hand, like ice in his grip, and tarted walking faster, pulling Silver along.
He pulled Silver into his rooms, up the stairs and toward his bedroom. He sat Silver on the edge of the bed and wrapped him up in his quilt before turning to start building up the fire. "You know, I've been wanting to get into your bed for a while, and now it's because it's raining." Silver whined. Vale snorted.
"You should ask, none of this hinting business." Vale replied as he stood up, bruised knees aching from a recent arrest. "I ignore subtle hints. If you want something, ask for it." He swept messy hair out of Silver's eyes as he dragged fingers over his forehead. "I'm going to make coffee, you need a hot drink."
"No whiskey?"
"I can mix some into the coffee." He added a generous splash of whiskey to Silver's cup and left his own without alcohol. He held the glass out to Silver. "It's spiked, so it should be to your taste." He took it and smiled. Vale checked that the fire was happily burning away before taking a seat next to Silver. Silver lightly clinked his mug against Vale's.
"It was a nice night."
"It still is."
"Its raining."
"But its getting quite warm in here." Vale said. "Dinner was nice, and the offer to walk me home was too."
"And the opportunity to cuddle in front of a roaring fire?"
"I'm not the cuddling kind."
"For me?" Vale sighed. "C'mon, you know you want to." Silver pouted and Vale knew that he didn't need to use his glamour to get what he wanted. He wrapped his free arm around Silver's shoulders and pulled him tight against his side.
Silver's lips were cold but tasted like whiskey, and they kept going until they were warm, and the whiskey burnt on Vale's tongue.
And no one died!
Ooh, that’s an interesting name derivation. I too love the storm clouds the sky looks beautiful!
Passing this on.
I am a Family Doctor and I want to keep a promise made to a patient.
Julie was a healthy, post-menopausal woman in my care who came in for a periodic health examination. One of my routine questions, in what is called the “Review of Systems”, was to ask if she had experienced any vaginal bleeding.
She said “No” but then laughed and added, “Other than when my period came back for a few months last year”.
All health care professionals are taught early on that ‘vaginal bleeding in a post-menopausal woman is Cancer of the Uterus until proven otherwise’. This comment by Julie was, therefore, a red flag (no pun intended) prompting further questions, an examination and an ultrasound of her pelvis.
Julie was surprised to see me so concerned, especially since the symptoms had not recurred over many months.
Sure enough, a pelvic ultrasound and tissue sampling confirmed Cancer of the Uterus.
Julie underwent a hysterectomy and radiation therapy. She is now healthy, cancer-free and is expected to stay that way.
After all this was done, Julie sat ME down for a talk. She told me she’d had no idea a ‘short return’ of her period after menopause was a danger signal. Furthermore, she addressed the topic with friends over coffee and discovered that, out of 20 women, NONE of them knew this symptom was abnormal! She admonished me to “Tell women this! Don’t assume we know it!”
From that day on, I have kept Julie’s advice in mind when talking with post-menopausal patients. But recently my wife suggested that I should take this to a wider audience.
So, Julie, this is for you:
If you are a post-menopausal woman and your period ‘comes back’ or you have even one episode of vaginal bleeding, TELL A HEALTH CARE PROFESSIONAL and insist on having it investigated!
Wishing you all good health and long lives.
Baba, my father, has chronic leukemia. On Wednesday, he received a bone marrow transplant. Today begins his fourth day of chemotherapy. The insurance will not cover the mandatory 100 days he will be staying in the hospital nor the hospital’s hotel room, where he must be looked after 24/7.
Please, please, if you are able, please consider donating & reblogging to help my father.
paypal.me/dareenm venmo: @dareenm cashapp: $cashdrn
(Photos taken before the transplant, one in hospital & the other while holding my father in the hotel room the night before he checked into the hospital for the next 3+ months.)
I’m really, really frightened.
I feel like Kai would have an aneurysm if someone ruined his suit. He’s super particular, but Irene isn’t so bothered.
Kai and Irene dancing a tango during some book heist or another and it's like 90% sexual tension and flirting poorly disguised as them discussing work and 10% them actually discussing the work
It goes off without a hitch but Kai needs a veeeeery cold shower afters.
Like if you agree
Damn, girl you talented
“A fox’s teeth are very sharp.” (2013-2019) Silk filament on silk-hemp blend with hand-dyed silk chiffon scarf. Text is Sandman: The Dream Hunters by @neil-gaiman, design inspired by illustrations of Yoshitaka Amano. Dress by L.L.K. Photo credit to Kenneth Williams.
Six years ago, my unbelievably talented wife decided to undertake a ridiculously long and complicated project: to embroider a story onto a dress.
We live in a very casual college town where no one ever dresses up for anything, so we began a tradition of throwing formal New Year’s Eve parties, and L being L, she made a dress every year. In 2013, she decided to take it a step further: she would create a dress inspired by Neil Gaiman’s Sandman: The Dream Hunters and then embroider the entire story onto the dress. The dress itself was the work of a few weeks and looked beautiful on her at the party, and then the real work began: planning, mapping, embroidering and embroidering and embroidering. She estimated it would take approximately ten years of doing needlework an hour or two each evening, leaving plenty of time to take nights or even months off. She finished in under six.
I can’t summon words to describe how proud of her I am right now. I mean, I am always proud of her, as she is an exceptionally kind and caring human being as well as a polymath (seamstress, carpenter, baker, programmer, naturalist, and tenured professor of biology), but she has created a true work of art and I hope it ends up in a museum somewhere to immortalize her talent, skill, and patience.
She’s currently trying to figure out her next project.
Lets make like vikings people, I’m having a full on boat. Make archaeologists think that the Viking age lasted another thousand years!
If when I die I dont get buried with a awesome sword then what was the fucking point
Your cane is beautiful
Your wheelchair is impeccable
Your walker is good
Your prosthetic is divine
Your hearing aid is bewitching
Your scooter is striking
🌈🌈 some ancient lesbian ladies (lesbian, as from the island of lesbos. also lesbian as in gay)
This is beautiful! I love this ship and am a proud member of the Daegal Fan Club, I’m just about to rewatch his episode as well- super excited. Thanks for sharing this, it’s wonderful.
no they don't meet in canon yes i do ship them together what of it