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@mayorwinters
thelovelyannar:
Hey, Miss! Long time no see you! …If I finish it, will you judge me?
So long as you don’t judge me for asking in the first place. It has been a minute or two since we’ve seen one another, hasn’t it? What have you been up to, sweetheart?
Hey there, stranger. You gonna finish that?
amirarouhani:
I thought I’d give it a shot. Kinda weird though, I don’t know how I like it. What do you think?
I’m not sure what counsel I have yet to give, but I’m sure I can stop by. Is something the matter?
I’ve always preferred Henri. Short and elegant. Usually when someone calls me Henrietta it’s either to talk down to me, or make fun of me for having the first name of a 90 year old old woman. Which, coincidentally, Henrietta was my great-great grandmother’s name. Though Dr. Taylor likes to call me Henrietta and I find myself not minding quite so much when she says it. Do you have any nicknames?
No, nothing’s the matter, just in need of some advice regarding something, and you’ve never steered me wrong in the past. I value your opinions, and especially your honesty.
emily-barton:
I don’t think that’s necessary. Like I said, I have a contingency plan for those who do a substandard job. But if you’re still interested despite the overt threat, the shelter is open from 9AM to 4PM every weekday and 10AM to 3PM on Saturdays. If you stop by, they’ll give you whatever supplies they can spare though it’s likely you’ll need to look for some more eventually.
I’ll bring one of my carriers to the shelter tomorrow afternoon to pick up the little rascals. What are their names?
ainsleycorcoran:
I appreciate you willingness to share, as well as your candor on the matter. I imagine it can be quite difficult to speak with such frankness, all things considered. That said, I find your point of view incredibly fascinating, to be honest. So, just to clarify, your mark was altered from the start? There was never a point where you had to take Cepraxine, in any capacity? Have you ever felt in irresistible urges to scene, during that time? You don’t seem to exhibit the traits of someone in danger of succumbing to scene addiction, which is quite a promising notion.
Empty how, if I may ask. That seems to be quite the commonality, with those I’ve spoken to who prefer not having to be on Cepraxine. Yet, I’m not sure I quite understand. I know it’s a difficult thing to describe, but I’m quite curious. Though I know I’m not able to relate, fully, I don’t think I’m able to identify the sensation- or lack of- that seems to be a common thread of dissatisfaction.
All the same, your feedback is invaluable, really. It’s fascinating, to hear thing from your perspective, and believe me, I’m taking down your thoughts for further consideration. Further, I can respect your position on the matter of Cepraxine and whether it should be voluntary or not. It seems to be quite the critical issue for majority of voters, and I think it makes all the sense in the world, that you should be opposed to it. To be honest, it’s something that I find myself questioning, for the first time, really.
I’m a public figure, and a pariah, Miss Corcoran. Candor is a fact of my life. My One Great Lie notwithstanding, of course. I’m happy to answer any questions you might have.
You’re a scientist, Miss Corcoran, nothing is ever cut and dry with data. There are always many variables to consider, and unfortunately, my life is wrought with variables that puts me far outside your standard Switch cohort. I’ve never taken Cepraxine before this year, and my mark was wrong from the get go. However, it’s my own theory that I’ve led such an incredibly busy life, that I simply...never had time to devote to my submissive side. I was busy in college, through medical school, residency, practice, then the campaign, and running the city. Plus, I had a deep connection to my submissive, whom I loved more than anything on this earth. Caring for her consumed me. In a sense, my schedule served as my personal V-shot. In the last two years, after Nora and I split and the Nameless rose to prominence, was when I’d finally began feeling the itch of wanting to submit. So much so that I sought the help of a Switch sex worker while in office. It’d only gotten worse once things came to a screeching halt upon my arrest.
Empty as in a void of feeling. I felt nothing. No excitement, no desire, no arousal. Nothing. Imagine looking at a famous artist’s magnum opus, and not reacting to it. You know in your mind that this piece is incredible, and worthy of awe. And yet, your emotions are stoic. You feel nothing. You want to feel something for the art, but can’t. Emotions are what make us so vibrant as a species, to be devoid of that...well...it’s not a good thing. I consider myself very fortunate that I’d only experienced that for a short time. I cannot speak for my fellow Switches who have been on Cepraxine since receiving their mark.
Miss Corcoran, the Cepraxine mandate is the single most important issue to me in this upcoming election. To this day, I carry great shame in my heart for having defended the practice while in office.
amirarouhani:
You always did have a way with words, Henrietta, but I’m certain that’s not actually how heat works. But thank you for your kind words, I promise that the colors won’t be too disgusting.
It was something I picked up in law school as stress relief. I don’t get to do it nearly as much as I used to but I figure since I’m now out of a job temporarily, I might as well do something useful with my time.
Heh, my words are all I have nowadays. Henrietta? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use my full name outside of the courthouse.
And that’s what cycling was for me. Both during my time in medical school, and at City Hall. Well, might I borrow some of said time this week? I’m in need of your counsel.
emily-barton:
Well I suppose since the only interesting thing I know about you is that you have somehow successfully raised two cats without killing them, I suppose you might be equipped to handle some of the younger idiots. How do you feel about a brother-sister pair? Three months old and when they get going, you’d be amazed at how fucking fast they zoom around.
I’m perfectly happy to foster a bonded pair, but if you’re not comfortable giving me the fosters just yet, you’re welcome to screen me and my home first.
Contrary to popular belief, I am, in fact, not a completely heartless bitch. I try, but I have a weakness for animals. That said, I’m also an ambassador for the New Eden Animal Shelter, and as you can imagine, they could use some help. If anyone has spare supplies to donate to our furry friends, blankets, old rags/clothes, food and water, toys, etc., we could really use it. But even more, we could use people who are willing to foster.
There are dogs and cats of all ages who mostly need a place to stay while things are getting rebuilt. Fostering is a temporary thing, and usually meant only for newborn puppies and kittens, but this is more of a shelter program. Please consider it if you have any extra space and need something to combat the seasonal depression.
And if anyone is considering taking me up on my offer with ill intentions, do remember that I have a gun and there are still no laws.
I’d be delighted to foster for the animal shelter. Cats, kittens and small dogs are what I can handle here. My two will be perfect big brothers for any fosters you send our way.
miajuarezne:
If I were dumb enough to be willing to open the door, absolutely– protection is important. In this instance, it was my mother. An unfortunate lapse in her better judgement, really, but it’s fine. This climate is enough to drive anyone certifiably insane, so she get’s a pass.
I’m sorry, I don’t follow. Did something happen to your mother?
Sarah Paulson photographed by Bryce Duffy for Variety
amirarouhani:
I think people are vastly overestimating how good these scarves are going to be. But I’m glad for the confidence people seem to be showing in my previously undiscussed crocheting ability.
And you’re overestimating how much I care for how good the scarf will be. Knowing it was made with love by a dear friend is what matters more, and is what warms the soul.
To be honest, I had no idea you liked to crochet.
I wish I had a window that would collect my cats!!
(via Yoko_1011)
Don't get offended if I seem absent-minded. Just keep telling me facts and keep making me smile and, Don't get offended if I seem absent-minded. ...I get tongue-tied... Baby, you've got to be more discerning. I've never known what's good for me. Baby, you've got to be more demanding, ...I will be yours
@addisondawestaylor
Nothing quite rings in a new year like a cranky toddler with a cold. If anyone has any cough syrup, I can figure out something to trade for it? Or just any home remedies to help her feel a bit better, I’m all ears. Filling up the bathtub with steam can only go so far and she might throw a fit if she has to eat anymore soup.
I have an unopened bottle of Delsym here you’re more than welcome to for your little one’s cough, but it’s the adult concentration: you will need to cut it with water to generate a safe dose for her size. It’s unfortunate but there’s not much one can do for a cold, aside from reducing physical activity and pushing for rest while the immune system kicks into gear.
Perhaps some distractions in the form of coloring books and similar activities are precisely what she needs.
With the weather the way it’s been, I’ve been trying some patterns for hats and scarves with whatever yarn I’ve got. If you don’t care about colors or stitches being uneven or anything like that, I’m planning on making as many of them as I can manage. Whatever isn’t claimed will go to Secure Reaches and the hospital, or wherever other people who need them are.
I stress again, these aren’t that pretty. If you’re looking for pretty, go to Etsy. But I’m pretty sure they’ll at least be warm and you’ll have a Rouhani original.
I would love a scarf. Thank you so much for such a generous offer, Amira. And it goes without saying, if there’s anything I can give in return, please let me know.
I’ve been gone a year, come back to literal hell, and yet the holidays still haven’t changed all that much around here. It’s amusing how not even the entire collapse of society as we know it can deter New Eden’s Christmas carolers. A word of advice for anyone going door to door this year: Don’t be surprised when the person answering the door comes fully prepared and armed with a knife or gun. Seriously, have some better self-preservation than that.
I suppose said carolers find their mission to bring joy to people worth the risk. Is it safe to assume you are one of those individuals who would be holding a knife or a gun?
F2F || henri & addison
addisondawestaylor:
Addison smiled in spite of herself as Henri offered an explanation. “While that paints quite a lovely picture, I must admit I’m not displeased about you coming to get me, personally.” She admitted, with a smile and a hum of approval at Henri’s sweet show of affection.
Accepting the mug, she leaned in to press a light kiss to her lips with a chuckle. “That’s incredibly thoughtful of you, Henrietta. I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of trying this particular tea, but it smell incredibly tempting.” The tea was hot, but it was soothingly so, and she smiled at the pleasant flavor. She linked their arms loosely, as they began walking, absently talking about their day as they headed out to her car.
“How’d you get out here, Henri? You didn’t walk in this weather, did you?” While she didn’t live too far from the hospital, the cold was quite the deterrent for Addison.
Henri. Addison’s usage of two syllables as opposed to the usual four sends a little thrill up Henri’s spine. Little details. Little sprinkles of happiness amid the pervasive darkness that seemed to flood everything as of late. Addison’s question once they’d reached her car carried an undertone of concern. Of genuine care. And Henri gives a slight nod of confirmation. “I did, but thankfully I had a hood and wore a few layers. I’m perfectly fine, Miss...” Her voice trails as she opens the passenger car and lowers herself into the seat, buckling the safety belt.
By the time Addison sits in the driver seat, Henri’s already leaning over the console, meeting the surgeon’s lips in a kiss. Pulling apart is a soft, but playful: “...you’re very sweet.”
