#also what's with the mayo I'm going to have a heart attack

[lisxdumbr]

I also noticed that the foreigners have a very weird idea of what a quesadilla is supposed to be. I mean just a little observation, where are all these definitions coming from

[unitlead]

SENSES & OTHER SPECIFIC HEADCANONS.

tagged by: @ellevenie ( I'm sorry. I'm so sorry ) also I should mention a lot of this I discussed with @strtravels beforehand so i'd like to thank her for listening to me babble on. :))) tagging: no one. this got so far away from me !!! I'm not making anyone else read this just steal it if you want idk.

WHAT DOES KATE SMELL LIKE?

She tends to favour fragrances with fresh, more citrus scents and a hint of jasmine than anything else. She's not one for heavy amber or overly floral perfumes. For everyday wear, her favoured fragrance is L'Occitane's Jasmin & Bergamote. ( Top notes are Bergamot, Petitgrain and Mandarin Orange; middle notes are Egyptian Jasmine and Jasmine; base notes are Cedar and Sandalwood. ) For more special occasions, gala's and public events as well as date nights, etc her go to's are either Dolce's light blue ( Top Notes: Granny smith apple - Sicilian cedar - Bluebells. Heart Notes: Jasmine - White rose - Bamboo. Base Notes: Cedarwood - Amber - Musks.) or Armani's acqua di gioia ( Top notes: Amalfi Lemon and Mint; middle note is Water Jasmine; base notes are Virginia Cedar, Brown sugar and French labdanum ) In terms of how she applies it? She definitely abides by the old fashioned rule of dabbing it on your pulse points rather than spraying it on everywhere, Always a less is more kind of gal.

WHAT DO KATE HANDS FEEL LIKE?

Pre 2025: soft and french manicured. Nails kept short, occasionally paints them, always red when she does. She takes a certain amount of pride in her appearance and definitely abides by her skin care routine. Pre 2025 she does have a scar across her right palm, an injury sustained in 2015 while trying to save a group of new trainees from an invasion attack on HQ. Post 2025: work in the vulpreen camp, in addition to the torture she endured during that time has left her with callouses on both hands and two deep gashes over the length of her left wrist that have never healed completely over. she did manage to lessen the damage over time with treatment.

WHAT DOES KATE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?

god she loves her meal prep sm. She learnt to cook from her mother. and later on, after she reconciled with her father, Doris taught her a thing or two too.

Breakfast: She sticks to the same schedule she's had since 1995, never changes and makes the kids follow it too. Something about consistency being good for them, and yes, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.The day's rotate, but the menu stays the same. Either marmalade on toast, yogurt with muesli and some sliced fruit ( usually bananas, peaches or strawberry. ) porridge with a drizzle of syrup ( yes there were tantrums when the kids were younger, yes she endured them calmly. ) or pancakes with fruit and a drizzle of honey. Saturday's are more of a sleep in day, so there's no real routine there, she'll normally make toast and the kids will have whatever they want. Sundays however, was a traditional uk breafast kind of day, a little tradition of her ex-wifes more than anyone else, that she still continues to this day.

Lunch: depends on what she had for breakfast. if she had toast she's not having a sandwich, you get the point. usually, she'll always take a packed lunch, loved to eat it on the bench overlooking the Thames. Usually a salad of some sort or either egg and cress, cheese and tomato or chicken lettuce and mayo sandwiches on rye. Or soup on a cold day. Occasionally leftovers too. It's a much easier option too on days where she has to stay at her desk. However it should be noted that these habits definitely started to change a little after her and & Ed started seeing each other, as he likes to make sure she has a chance to get out of the office. At least once/twice a week they'll go to the nearby cafe and try to get their favourite table before the tourists flood in.

Dinner: While she was with Siobhan they tried to keep a roster, that included the kids helping out,however, as the UNIT restructure became more and more demanding, Kate would often not make it home for dinner. Usually, she'd get home close to 11pm, at which point it was too late to eat anything. If she was staying behind at the office with someone, and that person ( usually Ed lbr ) asked, then yes, she would order takeaway with them. These days she usually makes it home for dinner, and it is very much a whole family affair or it's just her & her husband if Moira is busy and /or Gordy's not coming over. She's a very adventurous cook, She's picked up recipes from all over as being head of UNIT requires her to travel. But she still loves her staples, pasta, shepherds pie, stews, soups, roast on a weekend.

Takeaway: it pains me very much to say it, but her guilty pleasure is curry on chips.Other than she loves a good english fish and chips. If we're talking Asian cuisine then her go to is sweet and sour chicken or Kung Po Pork for Chinese takeaway and a lamb bhuna for indian. ....her taste in takeaway is completely apart from all other tastes in food. She is British so we will forgive her choices !!!!

DOES KATE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?

She can carry a tune, but wouldn't by any means call herself the next undiscovered talent.

DOES KATE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR TICS?

occasional stress smoker. Only in rare instances though and more to keep her hands from shaking than anything else. the situation has to be incredibly tense obviously, usually she's calm in a crisis. After so many years at UNIT, putting everything into her job and into the rebuild and eventual maintenance of that, she finds it somewhat difficult to hold conversations and ongoing relationships with people outside of work ( save for old relations and friendships ) .Because of this she can often come across as either awkward or cold.

also, is stubbornness a bad habit? I think it is.

WHAT DOES KATE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR?

Overall & signature items: Her look is understated, quietly fashionable. There are some things that carry through in her looks no matter the occasion, one of these is jewellery. She tends to favour simple sterling silver pieces that are nevertheless unique, coming from a handful of private jewellers in London that she has shopped at for a number of years now. For more decadent occasions she has pieces like teardrop pearl earrings and bracelets inlaid with opal. Another staple, unless she's at home, is her kitten heels and her many many scarves. Both are sourced from everywhere from luxury brands to market stalls she found on holiday. She definitely follows the old fashion rules to a tee, esp re: block colours and prints.

Work: She's most at home in trousers. For work, especially you will most likely see her in a sensible pantsuit in varying shades of blue or black lmao, nice satin or cotton blouse depending. Otherwise it's grey/black/brown/tan trousers, a cotton long sleeve in winter and a trench coat over that. Home: or at least, off work, it's a much more casual look, jeans ( ik ik, who is she ) crew neck sweaters, flannel shirts, turtlenecks, boots, corduroy or fleece lined jacket if it's cold. At home she tends to favour comfort over look.

Other occasions: sadly, there are moments where she has to swap trousers for one of the dresses she has banished to the back of the closet.Like every fashion girlie. She definitely has the little black dress, hers is quite tame, a knee length velvet number with a sweetheart neckline, but it is form fitting. In addition to this she has another, more casual, cotton, blue mid length dress, more for outdoors, garden parties etc and another wool number in a similar shade for more upscale events. There are also a few state dinner/gala dresses,also in varying shades of blue and black. By her standards they're more extravagant. By everyone else's, they're simple. understated.

IS KATE AFFECTIONATE? HOW MUCH? HOW SO?

Outside of work? Yes absolutely. And prior to working for UNIT she definitely was more openly affectionate with everyone in general. Not so much in a physical sense, she's never been overt like that in public. But certainly the way she communicates with people has changed, as well as how she will treat her partner in public.This job required her to be a whole lot more professional than she was before, and she adjusted to that. With Ed she's a little different. while they are absolutely professional at work ( she is still his boss after all ) there has been the occasional hand holding etc in times of stress.

Away from UNIT she is a very different person in her family life. Extremely affectionate towards the kids and partner. She knows her job is hard on them and tries hard to make up for the time she's away.

WHAT POSITION DOES KATE SLEEP IN?

usually, on her side. Easier to slide out of bed that way if she has to grab her phone or head off. Sometimes she will sleep more towards the middle of the bed, depends.

COULD YOU HEAR KATE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM?

sometimes. if she's angry, or laughing. She's very embarrassed about her laugh, it's very loud, and very pronounced, she's forever trying to stifle it.

[dr-jem-nutcase]

MvA: The M Files take-a-peek pt. 2

Just realized yesterday that I misspelled peek. Or rather, used another word that had the sound pronunciation. Way to go, Dr. Nutcase.

Chapter 2

Wow! Link can walk on water!

I'm guessing that the illustrator had a hard time going back & forth between Link having human feet or ape feet

So Link gave his side of the coin for his origin story

I'm not all knowledgeable with what species were around at the start of the Ice Age (aside from some of the animals & whatnot in the Ice Age cartoons lol), let alone all the exact details of evolution, but this "link" between prehistoric humanity & aquatic ancestry is a bit of a mind boggler. I think Link's species would come from the 20 million years ago range, not 20K years range

My biggest question: where'd he get that straw?

And Link just slept through that? That insatiable curiosity must've worn him out

Omg!! I almost had a heart attack! I thought his tail broke off! False alarm

"Morty" - no comment

Wandering paleontologists? Kyrie Eleison upon those dummies...*face palm*

Also, disappointed with the sleeping pose instead of...you know, what we saw in the movie

Sandwiches in a lab. No. GRAY sandwiches. No. And mayo is a much different flavor and is inferior to mustard. That's a definite No

"Some fool". More like some FOOLS--plural! They were all there with those buckets. They may or may not have known what they were getting themselves into. Or they must've been too distracted by those gray sandwiches

Somehow, Link was already fluent in modern English, slang and all

The old guy, lol 😯

In reality, Link must've been like "WTH IS THIS?!?" not this "what's a monster?" borderline derp. This was a totally different world from the pre-Ice Age world he came from. If I woke up after a deep 20K year long sleep to find my home filled with an unknown species of creatures, I'd probably go on a rampage too

Requesting cold cuts and mustard in an emergency call. Almost reminds me of a story of someone calling 911 in 2020 because they ran out of toilet paper during lockdown

Link, you son of a gun you

But centuries? Really? Dude, you just thought you took a little nap. Or...were you already a few centuries old when you were frozen? Oooooh...

I just noticed that at least two ladies are bald with a patch of hair dangling from their heads

So much for that rampage. Or the fending off coeds & the National Guard and the Coast Guard...and also the life guard. Again, this is a kids' book

Wow, that wild array of weapons. I'm surprised a slingshot didn't make it in this

Disappointment right here. Again, kids' book

That's one tight squeeze. Is one of Link's abilities the ability to fit into/through small spaces? Also, he fell for that offer of "help"?

I don't think ice cream trucks like that existed in the 50s/early 60s. It was these dingy little freezers on wheels, if anything

So, they're just gonna freeze Link again? Poor guy

Private Monger. In the movie, he said he captured monsters over the course of 50 years, but he didn't say if he was large & in charge for the entirety of those 50 years. But Monger must've been a total jerk in his younger years; I mean, he ran over Link with his jeep later on in BBB

Come to think of it, Link was the only one of the 5 monsters that wasn't the result of an accident/coincidence/whatever. He was just already there, and it makes no sense that he's labeled a monster. He's a prehistoric part of evolution, not a freak of nature. But he's also a parody of Creature From the Black Lagoon, which is considered a monster movie, so...my argument's gonna stop right here

Until then!

[ocverse]

OCVerse Christmas Collab 2022: The Cabin Part 5

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by Realith

[Episode begins with Realith and Nathaniel chatting at the bar over some finger food. Iris and Alis sit nearby, listening in. The others are either upstairs, in the kitchen or otherwise spread about the saloon.]

Nathaniel: [Dipping an onion ring into some homemade mayo] And from outta no-where this weirdo just flies in and tries to turn me into paste! Managed to get 'em without losing the presents thankfully.

Realith: [Muching on a cheese stick] Quite relentless those things, huh?

Nathaniel: [Gesturing with the onion ring in his hand] Must be because of our powers; they seem to be hostile to anything with an energy signature; unfortunately that includes humans [he eats it, the satisfying crunch almost echoing].

Realith: [Dabbing his own mouth with a napkin] Yep, I'm familiar with the stress. [Pause] Speaking of your powers, from what I can sense, they seem to be from another dimension altogether. [Picking up a piece of beer-battered fish] To clarify, it's not native to your homeworld, is it?

Iris: [Taking a sip out of a glass of water, then placing it down] Your senses are correct. Our powers come from an artificial world; Nathaniel and I are infused with it's advanced tech, while Alis is essentially a greatly advanced AI built of it's technology. 

Realith: Artificial? So it's like a hyper-advanced simulation of sorts?

Nathaniel: [Going for another onion ring] Precisely. While we are not aware of the finer details, we know it's, one: immensely powerful, and two: several other parties have both access to it and the knowledge to wield it's power.

Realith: And from this, I can assume you've tried to glean some knowledge from Alis but haven't found anything? [Eating the battered fish piece in a single bite].

Iris: [Snapping a long pretzel stick] It did seem like an easy lead at first, but Alis, despite being born out of it's native material, has no knowledge of the dimension's inner workings or origin. Only her intelligence and power are solid indications of it's frightening capabilities.

Alis: And no information I've gathered from previous missions has led to Nathaniel and Iris closer to solving this mystery.

Realith: [Pouring himself a tall glass of carbonated apple juice] Ah, I'm sure information will come naturally as you reach for your goal. And despite being an AI, you're quite convincingly human. [To Alis] Fizzy apple juice?

Alis: [Nodding in acceptance] One of my main purposes is espionage; I have no inherent personality but l can emulate temperaments and emotions to better obtain information and infiltrate.

Nathaniel: Huh, she's never been this open to someone before.

Realith: [Raising an eyebrow] That or she's try to get more information out of me by acting that way [taking a swig out of his glass].

Alis: [Picking up her glass, silently staring at Realith for a moment, then turning away].

Realith: [Putting the glass down] Okay, I think that was a little too human.

Iris: In any case, she's basically a living weapon. [Crunching down on the pretzel stick, speech now a tad muffled] Actually, now that I think about it we three are all living weapons.

Realith: Might want to add one more to that list.

[Realith stretches out his arm and from it dark ribbons begin to unravel. His eyes also change from their usual emerald green to an intimidating purple glow. Iris and Nathaniel drop their food and tense up, preparing to attack, but Alis calmly raises an arm, preventing them from striking.]

Alis: He has no intention of harming us.

[After a moment the tension disappears and both Nathaniel and Iris sit down in relief.]

Iris: [Taking a quick drink from her water to wash down the pretzel, then almost slamming it down] Y'know, if we had normal hearts we would've had heart attacks... 

Nathaniel: [Looking for a napkin to wipe the mayo that was on the onion ring] Just... please don't scare us like that...

Realith: [Examining the strange ribbons around his arm] I'll be sure to keep that in mind. [Looking at the three] Still, I don't blame you for being combat ready, even during a festive event like this.

Iris: We've had many situations where enemies appear unexpectedly. Thus, we must be ready at all times.

Nathaniel: [Turning to Alis while wiping the mess] What I'm wondering is why you didn't react?

Alis: [Taking a little sip of her glass] Like I said before, he does not intent to harm us. While I cannot explain it, Realith simply is not one who would turn on us so suddenly, if ever.  

Nathaniel: Well, you've never been wrong before... So, how does he have our powers?

Alis: I cannot answer the 'how', but I can say that his ribbons emanate the same energy that comes from the original dimension our powers came from.  

[The three turn to Realith in unison.]

Realith: [Nodding] It is as she says. Copying abilities is among the most common ways I use my powers. Quite useful when traveling through many dimensions.

Iris: Oh yeah, Celle mentioned that to us, about you being the head of an interdimensional operation of sorts.

Realith: Indeed. As you can attest to, the responses I've seen are pretty much unanimous: shock and, occasionally, a full out fight. Though, when I do, I personalize it a little.

[Realith's eyes shift from purple to green, the ribbons following suite, the purple energies shifting to the same emerald hue. A gold lining that matches his tie then gradually reveals itself along the ribbons, creating an aesthetic contrast.

Realith: Too flashy?

Iris: [A hand on her chin] Mmm, no, it's okay.

Nathaniel: [Putting an elbow on the bar and resting his head on his hand] Still, it's nothing more than a cosmetic change. 

Realith: True, and while I can incorporate my own powers and technique, heck, even the previous powers I've copied, it's always nice to learn from the original owners. [Turning to them, eyebrow raised and with a coy smile] So, think you can show me the ropes?

[Episode ends.]

Winter clothing for the three

by Realith

[bgyuus]

𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

; you're a jujutsu sorcerer who's working as a part time cam girl for extra money (kinda like bj alex type beat)

also, c/n means your cam girl name since i don't have any ideas 🤡

warning: just smut and a lil fluff

"you're done eating?"

itadori asked, seeing you excuse yourself from the dining table. "yeah, i have something to do tonight," you replied, putting your bowl into the sink.

"fushiguro's in charge of washing the dishes tonight!" you exclaimed, running out of the dining hall before he could yell at you.

"anyways, fushiguro, u know what time she's gonna go live again?" itadori asked the male who's washing the dishes. nobara eyed them with curious eyes. "who's live?" she asked while wiping the table.

"c/n's live! she's been on hiatus for quite some time now and i heard she's gonna go live tonight!" the strawberry pink haired boy said excitedly. nobara looked up at fushiguro. "you watch these live with this dumbass?" she whispered to him. the black haired boy just shook his head, trying to cover his actually excited face.

as for you, you were getting ready for the live. it's true you were on hiatus for a few months because you got to enter the school along side with fushiguro. and surprisingly, gojo sensei let you do your part time work! (you only explained to him that you were some kind of vlogger, which ofc he'd let you)

it was five minutes to 10pm and the chat box was already flooded with comments from your viewers, saying "where did you go?", "i missed youuu!" and such.

you slipped on your mask and turned on your camera. "hey guys! long time no see," you said, your voice soft and pure making the comments go wild again.

"sorry for being away, i had stuff to do. anyways, now that i'm here, what do you guys wanna do?" you asked sweetly while reading some of the comments.

-in the boys dorm-

"should we get inumaki-senpai?" itadori asked, fumbling with his phone in his hand. fushiguro sweat dropped. does inumaki-senpai even watch such things?

"he watches her lives?" the raven haired boy said in a surprise and uncertain tone. itadori let out a laugh. "of course he does! he watches some of her lives with me a few times." fushiguro once again sweat dropped at his answer.

as for the said boy, inumaki, he was currently on his way to your room. well, as you can see, this boy has a huge crush on you and being a guy who only speaks onigiri ingredients who speaks little words, it's a bit difficult for him to talk to you.

"nghh ahh~"

inumaki's hand froze, a few centimetres before knocking your door. he was positive that sounded more like a moan than a yelp or whatever. and it was coming directly from your room.

his cheeks flushed at the thought of what you were doing inside. were you thinking of him? were you wishing that your fingers was his instead?

instead of walking away, he went to the window beside the door. he wasn't being a creep, he was just, curious. and oh how he thanked the heavens for as the curtains were slightly apart, letting him see half of you upper body. with just that, his mind was racing with thoughts.

your masked face was tilted back against the chair. your hands reaching something at the bottom, which he already guested what it was you were doing.

that was until your face tilted to side, to where the window was. your eyes went wide as you saw a boy standing outside, his eyes on you. you quickly stumbled out of your chair and hurriedly apologized to your viewers and end the live.

inumaki was stunned. like, really stunned. he saw your mask that c/n usually wore during her lives. could you really be c/n whom he watches through the tiny screen of his phone with itadori? that couldn't be, right?

"you! the fuck are you doing?!" you whispered yelled at him. inumaki bowed low, apologizing multiple times in his onigiri language. you expression softened at the sight of him.

"i'm guessing you saw me in my mask, please don't tell anyone about this, especially gojo sensei," you said begged. inumaki nodded, walking over to you.

he looked into your eyes. those eyes which he got lost everytime you two made eye contact. he unzipped the collar that was covering his mouth, making you take a step back. you knew what his cursed speech can do and you were surprised that it was actually cool and deadly asf.

"s-senpai, what're you doing?" you trembled beneath him. the gap between you both were just legit millimetres away. his eyes were covered with clouds of want and need. his heart skipped a beat at your scared and innocent face.

inumaki then proceeds to close the gap between you. you hesitated at first but proceed to do the same. he pushed you inside your room, closing the door behind him. your hands found themselves at his chest, gripping his shirt while moaning into the kiss.

you both let go as you were in need of oxygen. you pushed him, making him fall onto his back against your bed. you untied the rope of your robe and letting them fall to the floor.

the boy's breath hitched as he took in your figure. he can't believe it. never in his wildest dreams he'll get laid by his crush who's he supposed to confess to first.

"senpai," you called, crawling over to him across the bed. you sat on his hips, already feeling his clothed dick throbbing against your thigh. "you're already hard," your voice ever so sweet as honey to his ears.

you rolled your hips against his with a moan leaving your lips. inumaki tilted his head back into the pillows as his hands grabbed your sides, letting out a soft grunt in pleasure. you helped him out of his shirt and pants. your eyes widened at his beautifully built self.

"toge-senpai," you moaned, grinding your hips against his again. "i'm gonna make you feel so good," you huffed, sinking onto his dick that's slowly stretching you apart.

"f-fuck," you moaned, head tilting back. inumaki liked seeing you being on top of him. better yet, he likes seeing your breasts bounce as you started to ride him.

you being on top didn't last long. inumaki flipped you over, your back against the bed and him hovering over you. "t-tuna," he stammered, cheeks flushed and heavy sighing. you smiled gently at him and kissed him on the lips.

"i like you too, senpai," you giggled as inumaki attacked your neck with dark blue and purple marks, marking you as his and his only.

-bonus! next day-

"woah! is your neck okay, y/n?" nobara asked, pointing to the dark bruises on your neck. "oh, uh yeah i'm okay, i must've hit something in my sleep," you laughed nervously, covering your neck.

the second years who were passing by overheard you guys conversation. "of course she has bruises on her neck, inumaki here went feral last night!" maki-senpai laughed. the first years looked at you with wide eyes as you became a blushing mess. "tuna mayo," inumaki said softly, his cheeks burning up in embarrassment.

[genevievemd]

The Newlywed Game: Round 11

A/N: Not gonna lie, I'm a little excited to answer my own questions lol As always, a huge thank you to our queen of the newlywed game, the icon that brought us Allensey, @jamespotterthefirst! Wedding Wednesday would not exist without you. Also, I best be seeing Allensey answer these, ma'am!

For Both:

1. Where did you go on your second date?

Genevieve: Our patient's art show, although we could count the opera, but I was sad and you were -- Ethan: No. Those were not dates, G. Gen: You asked me out, there for they're dates. Ethan: No, no, no. If we go by this logic, our first date would have been that time you followed me to Derry's and we people watched. Gen: Exactly. Ethan: *pinches the bridge of his nose* Our second date was the drive in theater in Meldon, they were playing grease. You wore your hair like Sandy in the beginning of the movie, it was cute. Gen: Had to be on theme. But let's be honest, we only watched like fifteen minutes of the movie, the rest of the time we made out in your car. Ethan: *smiles wide*

2. What is their pet name for you? Do you have a favorite? Do you have a least favorite?

Ethan: She calls me 'babe' most often, it's not my favorite. Gen: Let me guess, your favorite is chief? Ethan: No, it's not. It's "my love". You don't use it often, but when you do, the look in your eyes... it's my favorite, hands down. Gen: *heart eyes* Ethan uses a variety for me; darling, sweetheart, love, baby on the super rare occasion. Also, G, which didn't start as a pet name, but it's kind of turned into one. He's like one of the few people in the world that call me G, and that makes it special, too. Ethan: Which is your favorite, "baby"? Gen: Rookie, because it didn't come from my name, and it's not the usual pet name. It's just for me. Second favorite is "baby" because it's just *fan's self*. And no least favorite.

3. What is their silliest fear?

Gen: Interns. Ethan: I'm not afraid of interns! Gen: Social interaction? Ethan: Will you -- Gen: *smirks* Ethan: Her silliest fear is the dark. Gen: How is that silly? Lots of people are afraid of the dark. Ethan: Children, maybe. And it's a situational fear, you're completely fine in the dark in our home, but you're petrified of the dark outside. Gen: You can't see what's there! There could be a ghost or a zombie, or a creepy dude coming to kidnap me. Ethan: We live in a city, that's never dark enough for something to jump out of the shadows. Gen: Stop judging me, old man.

4. How often do you go on dates together? Do you think it’s enough or would you like to go out more often?

Gen: Once a week, we have a "date night". More often than not, though, it's just us making dinner and watching a movie or something. But it's a night where we put our phones in the other room and just spend time together. Ethan: We try to go physically out on a date every couple of weeks. Gen: And it's never enough. Ethan: I know, I need to get better at prioritizing our relationship. Gen: No, I meant, like, no matter what it'll never be enough. We could go on a date every night of the week and I'll still feel like it's not enough. You're my person, I wanna be with you all the time. Ethan: *looks at G like she hung the moon* I love you. Gen: I love you.

5. What was the first thing your spouse said after the proposal?

Gen: My name. Ethan: Because you were standing there, unmoving. I was getting concerned. Gen: Like I'd have said anything other than "yes". Besides, I was in a little bit of shock. But after that, I said yes. And then "I love you." And then -- Ethan: I have to call my mom. But that came hours later.

6. If you were forced to marry one of your exes, who would it be?

Ethan: What exactly is the point of this question? Gen: To make you jealous. I'd marry my first boyfriend, Patrick. He's one of the sweetest guys in the world. Ethan: You answered that way too quick. He's the one I met during your second year, correct? The one visiting his sister? Gen: Yes, that was Patrick. Ethan: *grumbles* Gen: *laughs* Your turn. Ethan: No one. I never even considered marriage until you. Gen: Okay, but you're being forced, therefore, you have to pick someone. Harper? Ethan: No, Camila. Gen: Seriously? Ethan: Seriously. Harper and I, we were great and all, but that was situational, convenient. Camila I had rather deep feelings for, and she's an incredible doctor and woman. I'd pick her. Gen: *pouts* Okay, you're right, I don't like this question, it's stupid. Ethan: *laughs then kisses her cheek* Don't worry, love, I'm sure Tobias would steal her from me again.

Bonus Round:

Speaking of exes, describe each of your spouse’s exes using three words only. Go!

Gen: Cam; smart, philanthropic, inspiring. Harper; intelligent, beautiful, iconic. Anna; funny, compassionate, cheerful. I'm only naming those three, because they're your most serious relationships. If I name all the woman you dated for less than two weeks, we'd be here for like another ten minutes. Ethan: I feel insulted. Gen: Your turn. Ethan: Patrick; polite, lack-luster, tall. Jackson; rude, unintelligent, vain. Ryan; narcissistic, vacuous, cowardly, cruel, predatory -- Gen: Three, babe, they said three. Ethan: Fine, moving on. Nate: small-minded, cynical, disorganized. Gen: How is Nate small-minded? He's a doctor, who works at the Mayo Clinic. Ethan: Because he refused to be sympathetic or understanding to your trauma from Ryan. Therefore, he's small-minded. And a whole host of other words. Gen: *giggles* You hate all of my exes. Ethan: Not all of them, Rookie. I don't hate Patrick. Gen: Fine.

That last one was so fun to do. I love over-protective-hates everyone Ethan. Someday, I'll write the fic where he meets Patrick, takes place like right before the attack in book 2.

(tagging separately because that seems to be the only way tags work lately)

[potsiespoons]

Hey I know that it's recommended to eat more salt if you have POTS, which I try to do, but I've also seen recommendations to drink more water. And doesn't that do the opposite thing? Like salt increases your Na ion concentration in blood but drinking more water decreases it because there's now more water? I'm asking because when I drink extra water it just makes me pee more (and the pee is practically transparent) and I'm not sure I should stick to that advice.

Do you all know what today is? It’s national Answer All the Asks that have Accumulated in your Inbox because you’re Awful at Responding Promptly!! What a mouthful…no wonder it’s not on any calendars…

BUT ANYHOO, hey, Anon! I actually have a comic on this exact topic! Salt and water are kind of tricky to master, because they go hand in hand–and you have to balance them. If you just eat tons and tons of salt without drinking any extra water, your body is going to kind of freak out and get super dehydrated and make you more miserable–but if you only drink a boatload of water without eating more salt, you’re just going to be in the bathroom all day. So you have to find a balance that works for you, and that balance is–like all things POTS related–going to be different for anyone.

The whole point of the water-salt combo is to help increase your blood volume. The reason we want to increase the blood volume is because it will (hopefully) make your body freak out less when you do simple things like stand up. Theoretically, higher blood volume = fewer symptoms. This is why some POTS patients get saline infusions. Now, I’m not a super science brain, but as I understand it, the salt works to hold the water captive in your blood stream, helping to create that higher blood volume–it’s the same reason people with really high blood pressure or who’ve had heart attacks are told to NOT eat a lot of salt. They don’t want a higher blood volume. BUT, as you increase salt intake, you have to increase water too, otherwise the salt doesn’t have anything to hold captive and you feel gross. But then you can’t drink too much water or else you’re just peeing all day… You have to find balance. 

To find that balance, you’ll have to experiment. You want to find a place where your pee is still clearish (because that shows you’re well hydrated, which is great), but where you’re not going to the bathroom all the time. According to Dysautonomia International, POTSies should be drinking 2-3 liters of fluid (non-caffeinated, as caffeine is a diuretic and makes you pee more) per day and eating 3,000 mg to 10,000 mg of salt per day–which is anywhere between slightly less than a teaspoon to two teaspoons. But that’s a really big range–and some people don’t even fall into that range. Isn’t POTS just so great like that? When I was at the Mayo Clinic in January last year, I did a 24-hour urine test to determine just how much salt I needed to consume every day. It was about 4 teaspoons, which is insane. Since it’s basically impossible to consume that much salt, I have some lovely bottles of salt tablets in one of our kitchen cupboards…which I should probably start using again. 

TL;DR: Salt and water work together to help increase blood volume. To achieve maximum benefit, you have to find a balance between the two–you need to stay hydrated without feeling like you have to pee all the time.

[ecotone99]

[MS] Just wrote and expanded my first ever short story. I'm really proud of this one. I would love any feedback you have!

It was an exciting day in the Village, as the Sound House, the main concert venue, pulsed. Its veins were electronica. Its heart and soul? The local punk band, Careerist, a post-punk band gone rogue. Its lead artist, instrumentalist and most notably accordionist Dale Coop was blaring a sweet melody about coffee and donuts through his aching windpipes. A flabbergasted crowd of 10 or so looked on in adoration, as Dale's sweet harmonics fused with the wails of the audience to create an orgasmic resonance. One of these audience members was Brick, a bright young upstart bopping to the ferocious power chords let off by the wild guitars. With one well-placed yelp, a "Woo", Brick unknowingly made a key contribution to Careerist's zeitgeist; the sound waves bounced off Brick's balding head into the ceiling, unleashing a shockwave throughout The Village that even rattled The Village's Spire. "I'm losin' tooouch", Careerist careened in unison, and Brick's best friend Shelton crooned with them; he was much more into the back catalogue of Careerist, in their notorious fan-christened DRK AGE. Shelton initially followed them, his ears perking in curiosity, because of their notorious pro-police agenda; back then, even their name endorsed the tyrannical Peelers, who routinely raided The Village in search of an apple with a somewhat.. unconventional form of icing sugar drifting atop. As his mind drifted, Shelton recalled a somewhat legendary incident the week beforehand wherein a 107 year old man was arrested on suspicion of heroin possession AND illegal, um, operation of a laundromat? As Shelton questioned his memory, Careerist finished their line, wailing, "I don't know what I'm feelin' anymoooore!" After the show finished, and the nearly dozens of people pooled out like a liquid made of human flesh, Brick cornered the fledgeling band. "Hey." He stopped them. "Yes?" barked their bass player, the sexy Tom. He flicked his cascading fringe to the side as he spoke through sunken eyes and black lips, no doubt enhanced by his legendary €5,000 lip growth surgery. "Steyer, right?" Brick said, in a decidedly Trumpish manner. "Yeah, it's Tom Steyer, but you can call me Tommy Steyer." He flashed a perfect grin. "Or Tommy, for short." "You are like Stan." Brick challenged them boldly and brazenly. Tommy looked at Brick with a mixture of surprise, shock and disgust. The band's hulking drummer, however, froze in his tracks. He slowly turned his buldging neck to face the young, soy-filled man challenging the band. His beady eyes quickly scanned the poor bastard's face, noting a lack of facial hair, as though it had never been able to sprout. "Uh oh". Tommy flashed a wicked smirk, catching Dale off guard and causing him to slip clumsily down the stairs. "Boot's angry...!" Boot 'The Boot' Edge turned and displayed his dominance clearly to the hapless Brick. "Who," he bellowed, "the fuck do you think you are? Mucker?" "Me!" Brick shouted. He looked like he had shat a brick. "Do you know Stan? From Eminem? Yeah. You are similar to him - and also to pottery. Dude. Yeah..." Brick's voice retreated into a squeak inaudible to human perception as he stared at Boot's hudge buldge and the terrifying build-up to his Scott Pilgrim style attack. With a warrior cry, Boot swung his mighty fist towards the shiny target that was Brick's swollen enormous head. With one mighty crack, his fist smote Brick's puny cranial matter. The impact sent a shockwave encircling his head, and what little hair he had left wafted off like trees in the face of a mighty asteroid; his head was left like a freshly waxed bowling ball, entirely round and with a few holes. As he fell over, a gentleman walked by and offered his opinion: "That kid be concussed, yo!" Boot roared at the fellow, "Fuck you dude", waving his arms. He left Brick's increasingly wavering vision. The last thing Brick saw that night was Shelton's concerned corneas gazing deep within his rapidly dilating pupils, as his vision faded to black.

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Brick's eyes slowly peeled open; he could witness only a blurry facsimile of the real world. Only his best friend, Shelton Harry, was visible to him. "Mr. Lloyd?" he heard, muffled as though through a wall of icy foam. "Mr. Lloyd?" This time, it sounded clearer, as though projected through a Fender subwoofer. His favourite brand, Brick thought to himself. His favourite... brand? He was back. He was in the real world again. The Latina nurse bungled over whilst singing a familiar song. Brick could piece together small snippets from her beautiful wailing... "Fiesta".... he heard.... "Salsa, Quinceañera..." As he squinted towards the busty Latina, he whispered to himself, "Lunch..." he realised he was starving. The stout nurse noticed his heed, and promptly negotiated with another, more rotund nurse. He caught a glimpse of her name badge: "Mrs. Rodriguez". The rotund nurse promptly returned with a chicken, mayo and avocado bap. Man, oh man, Brick thought. That hits the spot. He salivated over the thought of the lovely chicken mayo slathering his throat, the avocado a fortified wall of flavour around his mouth. As she rushed over to Brick holding the plate with the food, Brick shouted, "Wait! Wait! Slow down, please!" But it was too late. The Nurse toppled over a lopsided chair, scattering the contents of the sandwich across Brick's hapless face. He yelped once again, a warbling cry far beyond the frequency of human hearing. An unfamiliar sensation crossed his facial skin. Something about the bones underneath felt... different. As he touched his face, fingers parting the sea of mayo and avocado, he came across an alien mound in the center of his visage. His nose felt... bigger, somehow, as though the nurses had slightly increased its size. His jawline felt more prominent. "Well, there goes my Chincel Subforum membership privileges", he quipped, and the entire ward erupted in a sea of laughter, the ocean of sustained noise breaking the sound barrier and destroying the glass apparatus protecting the delicate ward from the plagues and blizzards outside. Mrs. Rodriguez was swept off her feet as she flew out the window on what seemed like the tenth story of the building; the doppler effect ruined her beautiful melody as it transformed into a deathly scream. That scream would haunt Brick for the rest of the foreseeable future. Shelton grabbed his hand, linking their delicate arms together and quickly cupping his own ears to protect his valuable inner ear canals. He quickly ran to the in-house escalator, which descended in a dizzying spiral. The steel steps of the escalator vibrated and shook their feet to the bone, creating another harmonic resonance that gave Shelton a great sensual feeling in his spine. They finally reached the bottom floor of the Gorgeous Man Hospital in South Side Colorado, that they had been shipped to weeks ago. The deafening chorus of glee from floors above had subsumed into a low throbbing bass, and they were finally able to get their bearings. From the corner of his eye, Shelton spotted the decaying, weak body of a great rock hero he had once admired. He let go of the now-recovering Brick to pay his idol a visit. As he approached the body, a doctor with delectable skin like caramel chocolate and a bald head like the finest ceramic sphere stopped him dead in his tracks. "I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Berry is so incredibly frail that going within 10 meters of him will cause you to die in a matter of years, through the vortexes in the air created through the pockets of air still contained within his skin." Brick maintained a flabbergasted expression, before switching to an expression of joy, before switching to an expression of disgust, before switching to an expression of confusion, before switching to an expression of sombre reflection. "Who the fuck are you?" he wailed into the void, possibly to himself, possibly to the declining star on the bed. He didn't quite know anymore. The doctor said, "My name is Dr. Parkerman." Brick's expression quickly turned sour, and he ripped off his own scrubs, exposing his nubile skin and hairless chest to the entire floor. His expression turned innocent for a moment, and he gently eased his head into the doctor's chest; a singular tear rolled down his cheek, as he explained, "My father's uncle... he was a doctor. Pretty good too, but one time... he..." Brick exploded into a barrage of tears, piercing the doctor's skin like machine gun fire. Dr. Parkerman backed off with a dead look in his eyes, robotically brandishing a revolver. "You're a sick man", he shouted. "You're a sick man. Get the fuck away from me." He cocked the revolver but Shelton screamed, "NOOOOO", and dramatically leapt into the path of the speeding bullet, lodging itself firmly in his thumb. Shelton was blown back several yards by the impact of the bullet. He lay on the floor, convulsing and withering, as Brick screamed haplessly in an embarrassingly womanly tone. He lay there, atop Brick's chest, crying healing tears; his sobs had no effect as Shelton's final breaths escaped his plump lips.

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Part 2 coming soon.

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