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Sequences from my finished animation. Inspired by a dog named Teacake.
Toothpaste companies must really hate people who are allergic to mint toothpaste, which a lot of people are! Apparently it's NOT supposed to burn like minty hellfire? (I'm fine with mint candy, it's only mint toothpaste that hurts)
I've been using Tom's fennel for years, but am now trying to find one with fluoride in it, and finding a toothpaste that is no mint and yes fluoride should not be such a huge and infuriating quest. still got some more grocery stores to search, but not even the children's toothpaste in the nearest one had any that were suitable.
#LIKE FIIIIRE! HELLFIIIIIRE! THIS FIRE ON MY TONGUE! #I therefooooore requiiiire a new paste tooooo cleeaaan gums #It's not my fault! I'm not to blame! it is the Colgate brand and Crest who've set this flame! #it's not my fault‚ if in their plans‚ they made the toothpaste so much stronger than a maaaaaaannnnnn #protect me‚ oh grocers! don't let the mint-paste cast its spell‚ don't let its fire sear my mouth and gums! #PROVIDE ME WITH FLUORIDE‚ but not mixed with the fires of Hell‚ and I'll keep all my teeth for years to cooooommeeee
Emphathize with OP definitely but also look at the incredible tags lmao
Beata Maria, you know I'm a hygienic man of my flossing I am justly proud.
Beata Maria, my teeth are so much cleaner than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd.
Then tell me, Maria, why it's never good enough why the pits of rot still mar my teeth.
I must switch to fluoride, but all the options I can find are full of minty pain beyond belief!
Wait back up,
Toothpaste isn't supposed to burn? I thought that's how you knew it worked
But mint is supposed to be spicy though, right? Like how cinnamon is?
NO it's supposed to cause a cooling effect. Like how aloe vera feels on skin, unless that also feels hot to you.
It is, I am told, supposed to "tingle a little bit", which is NOT what it's doing for me. It feels like the minty version of eating a painfully spicy hot pepper, and sticks around for a long time afterwards just like hot peppers do, and it wouldn't make sense to do that on purpose in a thing you're supposed to use before trying to go to sleep.
Thank you to all the suggestions in the comments! Sadly I have seen none of them in grocery stores so far, but it's good to know there are options if I end up having to order toothpaste online.
I'm astounded that it's so hard to find non-mint options, because there are SO MANY comments already on this post from people who can't stand mint, and don't these companies do market research?? hello? huge untapped market for non-mint adult toothpaste here?? There must be thousands upon thousands of adults who use children's toothpaste because of it. If I saw an advertisement that started off with someone complaining about mint toothpaste, it would catch my attention.
Hey friends, just so you know you can absolutely use children's toothpaste with fluoride as an adult and there are many flavors like bubblegum and strawberry and grape (here's Tom's of Maine with a fluoride-containing mango and orange toothpaste). Using children's toothpaste with fluoride is much, much better than using a fluoride-free toothpaste. If you're looking for toothpaste with an adult amount of fluoride and the mint ones bother you, try looking for cinnamon toothpaste - a lot of the grownup non-mint flavors don't have fluoride but cinnamon ones often do.
Most (possibly all) big-brand cinnamon flavors also have mint.
Close-Up Ultra Cinnamon Blast, Crest Whitening Expressions in Cinnamon Rush, and Tom's Whole Care Cinnamon Clove are cinnamon-flavored, fluoride-containing adult toothpastes without the mint; colgate's cinnamon flavor is "cinnamint" so skip that one for sure.
“If you’re one of those. ‘I love Pink Floyd but I can’t stand Rogers politics’ people. You might do well to fuck off to the bar right now” -Roger Waters This is Not A Drill Tour
I have to say, it's really affecting as a trans fan of Pink Floyd who connects with their music so much (and especially Roger Water's baby "The Wall" which got me through middle and high school) to see in huge letters in all caps up on a giant screen at a Roger Waters concert "TRANS RIGHTS".
It's so comforting and beautiful that one of the members of my favorite band is willing to say publicly, obviously, and unequivocally that he cares about the rights of people like me. Thank you for sharing this OP, and I hope Roger Waters knows how many people he's touched with his music and these statements.
quaker is clearly trying to not recall all their products at once. there is widespread salmonella in their production line. there is no fucking way they had no idea their other products, like their oats and oatmeals, have been making people sick. I myself got sick from quaker oats products that have not yet been recalled.
stop buying anything from quaker oats. the quaker oats guy shits in all of the products personally
This post and the recent recall bring up an important and developing issue in food safety. How did "the quaker oats guy shit in all of the products?" And why is Salmonella showing up in so many low-moisture foods lately?
(Please note that my area of research involves dry sanitation methods for Salmonella cross-contamination within raw flour on equipment surfaces, not oats. Since they are both low-moisture foods, I feel confident using some generalizations to provide a bigger picture.)
1. Some Salmonella strains have desiccation resistance.
For those unfamiliar with microbiology, desiccation resistance means that the bacteria can survive in dry environments. Most bacteria need a certain amount of water available to them to survive. Salmonella serovars like S. Typhimurium, S. enteritidis, and S. Mbandaka can thrive in dry environments. These serovars have been linked to food recalls in the US for the past decade. Additionally, the dried bacteria can resist heat and chemical treatments, making it very hard to kill. This ties into the next problem.
2. In dry production environments, you can't use water to clean or sanitize equipment.
It's important to keep dry food products dry during processing. If they get "too wet," yeasts, molds, and bacteria can grow, impacting the quality and safety of the product. This is the main reason why the industry can't use water or water-containing sanitation solutions on their equipment. To clean, the industry uses brushes, scrapers, and dry ice blasting to remove debris. To sanitize (kill bacteria), some techniques include non-aqueous sanitizers, UV radiation, and superheated steam. These methods can take a lot of time and labor to complete, especially on gigantic processing lines like Quaker.
3. Pressure from upper management to "produce as fast as possible" may have cut down on time for sanitation.
This is slight conjecture, but I went to a sanitation workshop last year and chatted with some sanitation professionals who work in dry environments. I asked them about this problem specifically: "How do you get everything done in lets say, six hours?" One of them laughed and said "It's more like four and a half!"
The pressure from upper management to continuously produce is on everyone in the facility, especially the staff working on the line. "Time is money," and any time not used to make products is lost money. Product safety, something lauded by producers, is always at odds with profit and sometimes isn't achieved. An interesting example is Hello Fresh, who earned an esteemed award for food safety in April 2022, but issued a recall for potential E. coli in their meal kits five months later.
So how did the products get shit in them?
We don't know yet, and we might never know. Keep an eye on updates from the FDA and CDC. You may be able to receive additional information from a FOIA request, but that can depend on a ton of factors like confidentiality and who created the document trail. Instead, let's look at the problem from a systems context.
Oats can be contaminated with Salmonella (among others, see this survey for other indicators) from multiple sources, whether it be from soil, wastewater runoff, or contact with actual shit from known Salmonella vectors like birds. If these products were contaminated with desiccation resistant serovars, the Salmonella could have survived the cooking process (if applicable to the product) and contaminated production equipment. With inadequate sanitation, the equipment could have contaminated newly produced products, leading to where we are now. Additionally, Salmonella could have entered the production line from a roof leak (birds like to hang out on roofs) or other structural issues in the facility. There are tons of possible scenarios here.
Government agencies and external validation sources are getting better at detecting Salmonella in foods due to advances in sensing techniques (PCR, ELISA, etc...). The industry, the government, and research institutions are aware of these issues and are trying to find solutions for dry cleaning and sanitizing to keep this from happening. It's a hot topic these days and everyone wants to solve it. We can generate all of these potential solutions, sure, but it's up to the companies to implement them properly since there are no federal guidelines for dry cleaning and sanitation (yet). Most companies do their best to clean and sanitize because nothing loses more money and customers than a recall.
TL;DR: Salmonella sucks. Profit over product safety sucks. Throw out any foods linked to the Quaker recall for your safety.
this is an amazing and informative post. thank you for writing it. however I really need to say
hit me like a fucking freight train
This post is from yesterday January 15th 2024, so people who don't have timestamps know
I just realized how many things I've accidentally rb to here, I've deleted some but I'll look again in the mornin
Sorry!
Fun fact: Cheetahs only attack prey that runs
jesus that is good to know.
Yup, that’s the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesn’t involved you getting eaten.
REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetahs are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetahs are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Others will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll lose their cubs. So zoos with breeding programs had to figure out how to make cheetahs comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying. So what’d they do? They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs! The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!
AJHHHHFDDGHH SO PRECIOUS
this post just got so much better
THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY FAVOURITE POST
this is emmett and cullen they are best friends
This is the greatest thing I’ve seen all day.
Dogs are truly angels.
so THATS why these cheetah ft dogo pics exist
the anxiety cat
Also! Cheetahs are not in fact classified as big cats, they are simply very large lesser cats, due to the fact that they purr, meow, chirp, and cannot roar. Also many cheetahs have learned to recognize wildlife photographers are friends and not foes, so they will just come up to people and be friendly occasionally as pictured at the top of the chain. Some will even leave their Cubs with photographers to look after while they hunt. So. Yeah. Cheetahs are great
this works because cheetahs are actually fairly social animals, and they look to members of their group for context on how worried they should be about any given Situation. but since cheetahs are also nervous social animals, they can work each other into an anxiety spiral pretty easily over things like “being in an enclosed habitat” and “there’s a guy over there”.
so by introducing a dog as a member of the group, the cheetahs will now look to the dog for context clues on how worried they should be! and the dog Is Not Worried At All, Thanks, so the cheetahs think everything must be chill even if they were personally unsure about it, and they stop being so freaked out about literally everything.
it's interesting to me that torture just works to us, as a literary device. It's everywhere in movies and stories and whatnot, from big-budget dramas to little grindhouse short stories. It fits neatly into the requirements of plot: character doesn't want to offer information, Gets Tortured, has to offer information.
the issue with this is that it isn't how it works.
torture is a display of power. It fouls interrogation, this is known; a person being tortured will tell you whatever you want to hear to make it stop, which is more often than not a lie, made up on the spot, or if the truth an incomplete and useless version of it. It isn't generally done for information's sake anyway, but as a form of what the ancient Greeks called hybris, the violent exhibition of your power over another person.
This is, every once in a great while, done right in fiction, but it's a challenge to write vs. the idea that it's a shortcut to one character revealing plot-critical information to another. Pretty much every form of torture works this way, even the ones that are legally permissible. Psychological torment or physical discomfort also produce an animalistic desire to escape harm and foul interrogation. The forms of torture the cops can do? The cops do it not to gain information (or if they think it will, they're lying to themselves) but because it makes them feel powerful.
There's probably a master's thesis in it for somebody studying the rise of torture as a plot device since the beginning of the war on terror and the contemporaneous development of the Broken Windows theory of policing. I'm not really aware of any similar level of disconnect between what Works in fiction and what happens in real life!
This is honestly a case where gay BDSM freaks have it more on the money than normies. In their stories, torture is a form of play with power, and often its ability to directly interfere with someone's usual behavior or thought processes is overtly displayed. In normie action plots, by contrast, torture is something people do for information and something that characters - especially unsympathetic ones - easily shake off and recover from
If anyone is curious about the realistic outcomes of trying to use torture for interrogation, I recommend Shane O'Meara's Why Torture Doesn't Work. It was written in 2015 in partial response to the Bush years and covers, very thoroughly, everything we know about the neuroscience and psychology of fear, pain, and torture--and why they foul interrogations and absolutely do not yield reliable or useful information.
APPARENTLY TUMBLR HAS ADDED A COLOUR OF THE SKY THEMED TRAVEL CUP TO THEIR MERCH STORE!?
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okay but this actually kinda fucks. like the design is so covert and well done. no one who isn't on here would think it's anything but some meaningless artsy aesthetic quote
Blog update: “About” and “Characters” pages rewrite
First of, happy new year everyone! Hoping this one doesn’t end me for good haha.
As stated above, “About” and “Characters” pages have been updated with new info, character description, sheets and art (which you see in this post). You’ll need to open the blog in browser in order to view these pages. Keep in mind that it’s all subject to change given that the story is still in early development (I wrote down ¼ of the script plan so far) and I might get rid of things I feel I can’t utilize properly.
I’m also opening the ask box again, so if the text inspires you or makes you wonder certain things, you can drop your message there :) I can’t promise I’ll be quick to answer and I probably won’t be able to answer all of your asks but I’ll do my best to read through them all.
Under the cut is rest of the concept art (and some of my rambling) so I don’t make the post too bloated to scroll through:
Keep reading
Hey guys
So currently this blog and @swimmin-in-the-tub are kinda on a semi-permanent hiatus
I just kinda dont have any drive to Rp with Mott/this Jon and by extension Mattie, and tbh i kinda stopped hyperfocusing on Ew?
I kinda shifted to Bioshock and a few other things. If you're into that you can go find me @ijustwantedtobeastar or the Rapture United rp blog thing.
Conscious was curled up on the floor in the corner of his room, his bass in pieces on the floor the corner opposite.
Let’s just say he isn’t doing his best.
He’s sniffling and trembling, wiping his red face, trying to be quiet
@hehhehsomthing
Mott, upon coming in and seeing Con's state, sits down by him and hugs him close"
Conscious was lying in the middle of the bedroom floor, drunk out his mind, grinning happily as he grips a bottle of clear liquid, with a label that clearly says ‘vodka’, but no brand name. “Mmm heyyy Mott baby, mm you’re so cute.. I know I said I wouldn’t drink but I saw him again, and now he’s gone...” he giggles and hums, voice not even slurred. “He goes away when I drink... Alex, Indigo and Azure are downstairs with a babysitter..”
“Whø arə yøu talking abøut baby?” Mott is beyond worried and scared for his husband, but he’s tryin to stay calm. He makes his way to Con, carefully trying to part the bottle from the drunk man’s hands. He doesn’t comment on the drinking, unsure how to.
“Is Mattiə with thəm?”
He’s doing a suprisingly good job at keeping his voice even and calm
“Mmmhhhmmmm, she’s asleep right now…”
Con just keeps his hand wrapped around the bottle, refusing to give it up.
He avoids the question about who, purring happily.
“Mmm I love you.. you’re so handsome… come here, I wanna cuddle you..”
“Thats gøød..” Mott bites his lip “Høw bøut wə cuddlə on thə bəd løvə?”
He tries to distract Con, still trying to slip the bottle away. “Høw much did yøu drink Tømmy?” It’s almost an after thought that he murmurs softly
Con keeps his grip on the neck of the bottle, looking up at Mott, tilting his head when he hears the other speak quietly
“Mm I dunno, I threw all the bottles over the fence, so I can’t count… mayyybee two..? This might be my third one..”
He hums happily
“I think yøu'və had ənøugh tø drink” he murmurs as he tries to pick up Con to carry him to the bed. He gives up trying to take the bottle
Conscious cuddles close to his chest
“I love you, honeymuffin..”
“I løvə yøu tø” He climbs on the bed, keeping him close “Baby why arə yøu drinking sø much?”
“I’m not.. it’s just right now, I saw him again and he goes away if I drink..”
He purrs softly, cuddling Mott happily, spilling a bit of his drink onto the bed, definitely something strong, but it doesn’t exactly smell like alcohol.
“Whø baby?”
The not quite right smell only increases his worry “What arə yøu drinking?”
“Mmm him…”
He hums, glancing away and pointing at the door
“I need more..”
Con mumbles, chugging the drink
“Don’t wanna see him anymore..”
He whines softly
“I dønt think yøu dø baby” Motts voice breaks a little “Whø baby? Whø dønt yøu want tø səə?”
“H-He’s right there… don’t you see him..? I know he’s there, he- he hit me..”
He looks away and chugs the rest of the drink down, tearing up
“He- He hit me, he’ll hit me until I drink…”
Mott clutches him close “Its økay baby, yøurə økay, im nøt gønna lət anyønə hurt yøu.. nø ønəs hərə baby, i prømisə” He soothes, gently running his fingers through Cons hair “Nø ønəs gønna hurt yøu”
“M-Mott!! Hes gonna hurt you, you’ve got to run, h-he’s right behind you-“
He hiccups and cries
“Cøn baby løøk at mə, dønt løøk at him, just løøk at mə” Hes still running his fingers through Cons hair, and he starts rubbing small circles on Con’s back in an attempt to soothe him “Just løøk at mə, dønt løøk at him, həs nøt hərə, həs nøt gønna hurt mə ør yøu, i prømisə”
He winces, flinching back before screaming in what seems like pain, trembling and coughing heavily, gagging
“C-Cøn?!” His voice finally breaks its calm and he cant get it back. His voice is full of terror and worry. His mind is going blank and he doesn’t know what, they dont know what, what do they do?!?!?! Whats going on?!?!
“WhæT dø Wə đØ?! 1 ĐøNt kNøW!”
Each set of eyes were wide open and many voices mumble in panic over eachother
“Hə PrØm15əD!” One voice whimpers selfishly, drowned out by the rest of the voices “YøU pRøM15əD.. D-DøNt ləÆvə Mə aGæ1n”
Conscious could hear everything, only making him sob harder, throwing up onto the ground
“5hUt uP w-Wə m4K1ng 1t wØr5ə!”
The voices fall silent and Mott goes mute
His cold hands touch Cons forehead, trying to calm him some as they try to figure out what to do
Con whimpers and throws up again, trembling
Mott leaps up and rushes downstairs to the kitchen, practically flinging open the fridge
Hopefully he doesnt statle the sitter or the kids
Luckily they had a full jug of milk that Con just bought a couple of hours ago, since he and Alex love to drink it..
In which note, one of the twins was freaking out, screaming at the top of their baby lungs, so at least they didn’t hear the racket upstairs
Mott pulls it out, shakily pouring a glass and then rushing upstairs with the cup, milk sloshing out.
He tries to get Con to drink it
Con had thrown up again, trembling, sweaty and pale
He offers it mutely to Con
Hes still too scared to speak
Con takes it carefully, drinking it quickly
Mott hovers nervously, just wanting it to work
Con’s breathing goes back to normal, but he’s still crying
Mott carefully picks him up and get him to the bathroom
He cleans Con up and tucks him into bed
He quickly gets everything else cleaned up and checks on the kids before joining Con in bed
Conscious was lying in the middle of the bedroom floor, drunk out his mind, grinning happily as he grips a bottle of clear liquid, with a label that clearly says ‘vodka’, but no brand name. “Mmm heyyy Mott baby, mm you’re so cute.. I know I said I wouldn’t drink but I saw him again, and now he’s gone...” he giggles and hums, voice not even slurred. “He goes away when I drink... Alex, Indigo and Azure are downstairs with a babysitter..”
“Whø arə yøu talking abøut baby?” Mott is beyond worried and scared for his husband, but he’s tryin to stay calm. He makes his way to Con, carefully trying to part the bottle from the drunk man’s hands. He doesn’t comment on the drinking, unsure how to.
“Is Mattiə with thəm?”
He’s doing a suprisingly good job at keeping his voice even and calm
“Mmmhhhmmmm, she’s asleep right now…”
Con just keeps his hand wrapped around the bottle, refusing to give it up.
He avoids the question about who, purring happily.
“Mmm I love you.. you’re so handsome… come here, I wanna cuddle you..”
“Thats gøød..” Mott bites his lip “Høw bøut wə cuddlə on thə bəd løvə?”
He tries to distract Con, still trying to slip the bottle away. “Høw much did yøu drink Tømmy?” It’s almost an after thought that he murmurs softly
Con keeps his grip on the neck of the bottle, looking up at Mott, tilting his head when he hears the other speak quietly
“Mm I dunno, I threw all the bottles over the fence, so I can’t count… mayyybee two..? This might be my third one..”
He hums happily
“I think yøu'və had ənøugh tø drink” he murmurs as he tries to pick up Con to carry him to the bed. He gives up trying to take the bottle
Conscious cuddles close to his chest
“I love you, honeymuffin..”
“I løvə yøu tø” He climbs on the bed, keeping him close “Baby why arə yøu drinking sø much?”
“I’m not.. it’s just right now, I saw him again and he goes away if I drink..”
He purrs softly, cuddling Mott happily, spilling a bit of his drink onto the bed, definitely something strong, but it doesn’t exactly smell like alcohol.
“Whø baby?”
The not quite right smell only increases his worry “What arə yøu drinking?”
“Mmm him…”
He hums, glancing away and pointing at the door
“I need more..”
Con mumbles, chugging the drink
“Don’t wanna see him anymore..”
He whines softly
“I dønt think yøu dø baby” Motts voice breaks a little “Whø baby? Whø dønt yøu want tø səə?”
“H-He’s right there… don’t you see him..? I know he’s there, he- he hit me..”
He looks away and chugs the rest of the drink down, tearing up
“He- He hit me, he’ll hit me until I drink…”
Mott clutches him close “Its økay baby, yøurə økay, im nøt gønna lət anyønə hurt yøu.. nø ønəs hərə baby, i prømisə” He soothes, gently running his fingers through Cons hair “Nø ønəs gønna hurt yøu”
“M-Mott!! Hes gonna hurt you, you’ve got to run, h-he’s right behind you-“
He hiccups and cries
“Cøn baby løøk at mə, dønt løøk at him, just løøk at mə” Hes still running his fingers through Cons hair, and he starts rubbing small circles on Con’s back in an attempt to soothe him “Just løøk at mə, dønt løøk at him, həs nøt hərə, həs nøt gønna hurt mə ør yøu, i prømisə”
He winces, flinching back before screaming in what seems like pain, trembling and coughing heavily, gagging
“C-Cøn?!” His voice finally breaks its calm and he cant get it back. His voice is full of terror and worry. His mind is going blank and he doesn’t know what, they dont know what, what do they do?!?!?! Whats going on?!?!
“WhæT dø Wə đØ?! 1 ĐøNt kNøW!”
Each set of eyes were wide open and many voices mumble in panic over eachother
“Hə PrØm15əD!” One voice whimpers selfishly, drowned out by the rest of the voices “YøU pRøM15əD.. D-DøNt ləÆvə Mə aGæ1n”
Conscious could hear everything, only making him sob harder, throwing up onto the ground
“5hUt uP w-Wə m4K1ng 1t wØr5ə!”
The voices fall silent and Mott goes mute
His cold hands touch Cons forehead, trying to calm him some as they try to figure out what to do
Con whimpers and throws up again, trembling
Mott leaps up and rushes downstairs to the kitchen, practically flinging open the fridge
Hopefully he doesnt statle the sitter or the kids
Luckily they had a full jug of milk that Con just bought a couple of hours ago, since he and Alex love to drink it..
In which note, one of the twins was freaking out, screaming at the top of their baby lungs, so at least they didn’t hear the racket upstairs
Mott pulls it out, shakily pouring a glass and then rushing upstairs with the cup, milk sloshing out.
He tries to get Con to drink it
Con had thrown up again, trembling, sweaty and pale
He offers it mutely to Con
Hes still too scared to speak
Con takes it carefully, drinking it quickly
Mott hovers nervously, just wanting it to work
Conscious was lying in the middle of the bedroom floor, drunk out his mind, grinning happily as he grips a bottle of clear liquid, with a label that clearly says ‘vodka’, but no brand name. “Mmm heyyy Mott baby, mm you’re so cute.. I know I said I wouldn’t drink but I saw him again, and now he’s gone...” he giggles and hums, voice not even slurred. “He goes away when I drink... Alex, Indigo and Azure are downstairs with a babysitter..”
“Whø arə yøu talking abøut baby?” Mott is beyond worried and scared for his husband, but he’s tryin to stay calm. He makes his way to Con, carefully trying to part the bottle from the drunk man’s hands. He doesn’t comment on the drinking, unsure how to.
“Is Mattiə with thəm?”
He’s doing a suprisingly good job at keeping his voice even and calm
“Mmmhhhmmmm, she’s asleep right now…”
Con just keeps his hand wrapped around the bottle, refusing to give it up.
He avoids the question about who, purring happily.
“Mmm I love you.. you’re so handsome… come here, I wanna cuddle you..”
“Thats gøød..” Mott bites his lip “Høw bøut wə cuddlə on thə bəd løvə?”
He tries to distract Con, still trying to slip the bottle away. “Høw much did yøu drink Tømmy?” It’s almost an after thought that he murmurs softly
Con keeps his grip on the neck of the bottle, looking up at Mott, tilting his head when he hears the other speak quietly
“Mm I dunno, I threw all the bottles over the fence, so I can’t count… mayyybee two..? This might be my third one..”
He hums happily
“I think yøu'və had ənøugh tø drink” he murmurs as he tries to pick up Con to carry him to the bed. He gives up trying to take the bottle
Conscious cuddles close to his chest
“I love you, honeymuffin..”
“I løvə yøu tø” He climbs on the bed, keeping him close “Baby why arə yøu drinking sø much?”
“I’m not.. it’s just right now, I saw him again and he goes away if I drink..”
He purrs softly, cuddling Mott happily, spilling a bit of his drink onto the bed, definitely something strong, but it doesn’t exactly smell like alcohol.
“Whø baby?”
The not quite right smell only increases his worry “What arə yøu drinking?”
“Mmm him…”
He hums, glancing away and pointing at the door
“I need more..”
Con mumbles, chugging the drink
“Don’t wanna see him anymore..”
He whines softly
“I dønt think yøu dø baby” Motts voice breaks a little “Whø baby? Whø dønt yøu want tø səə?”
“H-He’s right there… don’t you see him..? I know he’s there, he- he hit me..”
He looks away and chugs the rest of the drink down, tearing up
“He- He hit me, he’ll hit me until I drink…”
Mott clutches him close “Its økay baby, yøurə økay, im nøt gønna lət anyønə hurt yøu.. nø ønəs hərə baby, i prømisə” He soothes, gently running his fingers through Cons hair “Nø ønəs gønna hurt yøu”
“M-Mott!! Hes gonna hurt you, you’ve got to run, h-he’s right behind you-“
He hiccups and cries
“Cøn baby løøk at mə, dønt løøk at him, just løøk at mə” Hes still running his fingers through Cons hair, and he starts rubbing small circles on Con’s back in an attempt to soothe him “Just løøk at mə, dønt løøk at him, həs nøt hərə, həs nøt gønna hurt mə ør yøu, i prømisə”
He winces, flinching back before screaming in what seems like pain, trembling and coughing heavily, gagging
“C-Cøn?!” His voice finally breaks its calm and he cant get it back. His voice is full of terror and worry. His mind is going blank and he doesn’t know what, they dont know what, what do they do?!?!?! Whats going on?!?!
“WhæT dø Wə đØ?! 1 ĐøNt kNøW!”
Each set of eyes were wide open and many voices mumble in panic over eachother
“Hə PrØm15əD!” One voice whimpers selfishly, drowned out by the rest of the voices “YøU pRøM15əD.. D-DøNt ləÆvə Mə aGæ1n”
Conscious could hear everything, only making him sob harder, throwing up onto the ground
“5hUt uP w-Wə m4K1ng 1t wØr5ə!”
The voices fall silent and Mott goes mute
His cold hands touch Cons forehead, trying to calm him some as they try to figure out what to do
Con whimpers and throws up again, trembling
Mott leaps up and rushes downstairs to the kitchen, practically flinging open the fridge
Hopefully he doesnt statle the sitter or the kids
Luckily they had a full jug of milk that Con just bought a couple of hours ago, since he and Alex love to drink it..
In which note, one of the twins was freaking out, screaming at the top of their baby lungs, so at least they didn’t hear the racket upstairs
Mott pulls it out, shakily pouring a glass and then rushing upstairs with the cup, milk sloshing out.
He tries to get Con to drink it
Con had thrown up again, trembling, sweaty and pale
He offers it mutely to Con
Hes still too scared to speak
Conscious was lying in the middle of the bedroom floor, drunk out his mind, grinning happily as he grips a bottle of clear liquid, with a label that clearly says ‘vodka’, but no brand name. “Mmm heyyy Mott baby, mm you’re so cute.. I know I said I wouldn’t drink but I saw him again, and now he’s gone...” he giggles and hums, voice not even slurred. “He goes away when I drink... Alex, Indigo and Azure are downstairs with a babysitter..”
“Whø arə yøu talking abøut baby?” Mott is beyond worried and scared for his husband, but he’s tryin to stay calm. He makes his way to Con, carefully trying to part the bottle from the drunk man’s hands. He doesn’t comment on the drinking, unsure how to.
“Is Mattiə with thəm?”
He’s doing a suprisingly good job at keeping his voice even and calm
“Mmmhhhmmmm, she’s asleep right now…”
Con just keeps his hand wrapped around the bottle, refusing to give it up.
He avoids the question about who, purring happily.
“Mmm I love you.. you’re so handsome… come here, I wanna cuddle you..”
“Thats gøød..” Mott bites his lip “Høw bøut wə cuddlə on thə bəd løvə?”
He tries to distract Con, still trying to slip the bottle away. “Høw much did yøu drink Tømmy?” It’s almost an after thought that he murmurs softly
Con keeps his grip on the neck of the bottle, looking up at Mott, tilting his head when he hears the other speak quietly
“Mm I dunno, I threw all the bottles over the fence, so I can’t count… mayyybee two..? This might be my third one..”
He hums happily
“I think yøu'və had ənøugh tø drink” he murmurs as he tries to pick up Con to carry him to the bed. He gives up trying to take the bottle
Conscious cuddles close to his chest
“I love you, honeymuffin..”
“I løvə yøu tø” He climbs on the bed, keeping him close “Baby why arə yøu drinking sø much?”
“I’m not.. it’s just right now, I saw him again and he goes away if I drink..”
He purrs softly, cuddling Mott happily, spilling a bit of his drink onto the bed, definitely something strong, but it doesn’t exactly smell like alcohol.
“Whø baby?”
The not quite right smell only increases his worry “What arə yøu drinking?”
“Mmm him…”
He hums, glancing away and pointing at the door
“I need more..”
Con mumbles, chugging the drink
“Don’t wanna see him anymore..”
He whines softly
“I dønt think yøu dø baby” Motts voice breaks a little “Whø baby? Whø dønt yøu want tø səə?”
“H-He’s right there… don’t you see him..? I know he’s there, he- he hit me..”
He looks away and chugs the rest of the drink down, tearing up
“He- He hit me, he’ll hit me until I drink…”
Mott clutches him close “Its økay baby, yøurə økay, im nøt gønna lət anyønə hurt yøu.. nø ønəs hərə baby, i prømisə” He soothes, gently running his fingers through Cons hair “Nø ønəs gønna hurt yøu”
“M-Mott!! Hes gonna hurt you, you’ve got to run, h-he’s right behind you-“
He hiccups and cries
“Cøn baby løøk at mə, dønt løøk at him, just løøk at mə” Hes still running his fingers through Cons hair, and he starts rubbing small circles on Con’s back in an attempt to soothe him “Just løøk at mə, dønt løøk at him, həs nøt hərə, həs nøt gønna hurt mə ør yøu, i prømisə”
He winces, flinching back before screaming in what seems like pain, trembling and coughing heavily, gagging
“C-Cøn?!” His voice finally breaks its calm and he cant get it back. His voice is full of terror and worry. His mind is going blank and he doesn’t know what, they dont know what, what do they do?!?!?! Whats going on?!?!
“WhæT dø Wə đØ?! 1 ĐøNt kNøW!”
Each set of eyes were wide open and many voices mumble in panic over eachother
“Hə PrØm15əD!” One voice whimpers selfishly, drowned out by the rest of the voices “YøU pRøM15əD.. D-DøNt ləÆvə Mə aGæ1n”
Conscious could hear everything, only making him sob harder, throwing up onto the ground
“5hUt uP w-Wə m4K1ng 1t wØr5ə!”
The voices fall silent and Mott goes mute
His cold hands touch Cons forehead, trying to calm him some as they try to figure out what to do
Con whimpers and throws up again, trembling
Mott leaps up and rushes downstairs to the kitchen, practically flinging open the fridge
Hopefully he doesnt statle the sitter or the kids
Luckily they had a full jug of milk that Con just bought a couple of hours ago, since he and Alex love to drink it..
In which note, one of the twins was freaking out, screaming at the top of their baby lungs, so at least they didn’t hear the racket upstairs
Mott pulls it out, shakily pouring a glass and then rushing upstairs with the cup, milk sloshing out.
He tries to get Con to drink it
Conscious was lying in the middle of the bedroom floor, drunk out his mind, grinning happily as he grips a bottle of clear liquid, with a label that clearly says ‘vodka’, but no brand name. “Mmm heyyy Mott baby, mm you’re so cute.. I know I said I wouldn’t drink but I saw him again, and now he’s gone...” he giggles and hums, voice not even slurred. “He goes away when I drink... Alex, Indigo and Azure are downstairs with a babysitter..”
“Whø arə yøu talking abøut baby?” Mott is beyond worried and scared for his husband, but he’s tryin to stay calm. He makes his way to Con, carefully trying to part the bottle from the drunk man’s hands. He doesn’t comment on the drinking, unsure how to.
“Is Mattiə with thəm?”
He’s doing a suprisingly good job at keeping his voice even and calm
“Mmmhhhmmmm, she’s asleep right now…”
Con just keeps his hand wrapped around the bottle, refusing to give it up.
He avoids the question about who, purring happily.
“Mmm I love you.. you’re so handsome… come here, I wanna cuddle you..”
“Thats gøød..” Mott bites his lip “Høw bøut wə cuddlə on thə bəd løvə?”
He tries to distract Con, still trying to slip the bottle away. “Høw much did yøu drink Tømmy?” It’s almost an after thought that he murmurs softly
Con keeps his grip on the neck of the bottle, looking up at Mott, tilting his head when he hears the other speak quietly
“Mm I dunno, I threw all the bottles over the fence, so I can’t count… mayyybee two..? This might be my third one..”
He hums happily
“I think yøu'və had ənøugh tø drink” he murmurs as he tries to pick up Con to carry him to the bed. He gives up trying to take the bottle
Conscious cuddles close to his chest
“I love you, honeymuffin..”
“I løvə yøu tø” He climbs on the bed, keeping him close “Baby why arə yøu drinking sø much?”
“I’m not.. it’s just right now, I saw him again and he goes away if I drink..”
He purrs softly, cuddling Mott happily, spilling a bit of his drink onto the bed, definitely something strong, but it doesn’t exactly smell like alcohol.
“Whø baby?”
The not quite right smell only increases his worry “What arə yøu drinking?”
“Mmm him…”
He hums, glancing away and pointing at the door
“I need more..”
Con mumbles, chugging the drink
“Don’t wanna see him anymore..”
He whines softly
“I dønt think yøu dø baby” Motts voice breaks a little “Whø baby? Whø dønt yøu want tø səə?”
“H-He’s right there… don’t you see him..? I know he’s there, he- he hit me..”
He looks away and chugs the rest of the drink down, tearing up
“He- He hit me, he’ll hit me until I drink…”
Mott clutches him close “Its økay baby, yøurə økay, im nøt gønna lət anyønə hurt yøu.. nø ønəs hərə baby, i prømisə” He soothes, gently running his fingers through Cons hair “Nø ønəs gønna hurt yøu”
“M-Mott!! Hes gonna hurt you, you’ve got to run, h-he’s right behind you-“
He hiccups and cries
“Cøn baby løøk at mə, dønt løøk at him, just løøk at mə” Hes still running his fingers through Cons hair, and he starts rubbing small circles on Con’s back in an attempt to soothe him “Just løøk at mə, dønt løøk at him, həs nøt hərə, həs nøt gønna hurt mə ør yøu, i prømisə”
He winces, flinching back before screaming in what seems like pain, trembling and coughing heavily, gagging
“C-Cøn?!” His voice finally breaks its calm and he cant get it back. His voice is full of terror and worry. His mind is going blank and he doesn’t know what, they dont know what, what do they do?!?!?! Whats going on?!?!
“WhæT dø Wə đØ?! 1 ĐøNt kNøW!”
Each set of eyes were wide open and many voices mumble in panic over eachother
“Hə PrØm15əD!” One voice whimpers selfishly, drowned out by the rest of the voices “YøU pRøM15əD.. D-DøNt ləÆvə Mə aGæ1n”
Conscious could hear everything, only making him sob harder, throwing up onto the ground
“5hUt uP w-Wə m4K1ng 1t wØr5ə!”
The voices fall silent and Mott goes mute
His cold hands touch Cons forehead, trying to calm him some as they try to figure out what to do
Con whimpers and throws up again, trembling
Mott leaps up and rushes downstairs to the kitchen, practically flinging open the fridge
Hopefully he doesnt statle the sitter or the kids
Get him to drink milk, it reverses the effects of the poison ~Xalel
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