#praise jebus

[hellsiteads]

Wow the marketing for the new Shin Megami Tensei game is really intense

[savagesbonergarage]

I got my results today and THANK FUCK I can rule out anything potentially terminal or requiring invasive surgery 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

So, that's a relief. Though now I'm even more stumped as to what's causing this, lol. Anyone have experience with shooting migraines out of nowhere?

Also, fun fact: the dye they inject you with for a ct angiogram makes your entire body feel like it's on fire while simultaneously making you feel like you're peeing. Glad I was warned about that beforehand. 😂

[kmp78]

FYRE TIDBIT 👀

"Dear diary..."

Jared scribbling: "Please God make Valery stop calling me."

Echies scribbling: "Please God make Valery stop calling him."

[dragonagethistle]

Holy Shit - Ch 4!

Long time, no update, so here we go!

Read it on AO3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11465625/chapters/25706589

Cullen turned towards the cascading and contained water, curious as to why Farrada had seemed to eager to show him what a “shower” was. A frown tugged at his lips as he began to remove the unfamiliar clothes he had woken up in so many hours ago. How in Andraste’s name is this any better than the rain?

His doubts vanished the moment he became familiar with the concept of water pressure. He barely contained a groan of relief at the almost-too-hot water pounded the back of his neck and shoulders - a spot he found to be frequently knotted in tension. It wasn’t quite enough to melt away the stress of finding himself in an unfamiliar land - he wasn’t sure if anything would be - but it was a start.

As Cullen reached for a bottle labeled “body wash” (Maker, she wasn’t kidding about smelling like vanilla), he replayed the short interaction he had had with Farrada in the bathroom. Why had she suddenly tensed at his touch? He chastised himself - he should have noticed she was uncomfortable before he had touched her in the first place. It was written clearly in her body language the moment he had entered the room after her. Her back had stiffened and she never quite met his eyes - not until he had seized her arm, trying to thank her.

Stupid, Cullen reprimanded even as he scrubbed away the sweat from the day’s trek. A woman kind enough to take a stranger into her home and you’ve gone and got her terrorized. Just shower, take your things and leave.

Unless… it wasn’t fear she felt, a small voice whispered inside his head. Perhaps  it was disgust. You disgust her.

He shook his head against the intrusive thought. Surely it couldn’t be true? She had let him into her home. She had invited him to use her shower to clean himself, and in a method that he had to admit was far more enjoyable than bathing. But was fear really the better option?

Cullen began to rinse away the suds, eyeing the two additional bottles labeled “shampoo” and “conditioner” before deciding not to waste any more of Farrada’s belongings. Tilting his head back into the stream of the water, he ran his fingers through thick curls and shut his eyes tight, enjoying one last moment in the steady stream of heat before turning the handle Farrada had used earlier and stopping the stream of water.

As he pulled the curtain back and grabbed the pale green towel Farrada had pointed out, he froze in realization. The only clothes in the room were his dirty ones, folded neatly on the bathroom counter but dirty nonetheless. How could he have forgotten the rest of his clothes in that damned pack?

Nothing for it now, he thought as he quickly toweled himself off. Just have to hope that she truly is across the hall and I can make it past her to my clothes. After a moment of consideration, Cullen decided to play it safe and pulled on the black smalls he had been wearing before wrapping the towel firmly around his hips. He took a steadying breath as he wrapped his fingers around the door handle, willing the blush that was creeping across his chest to subside.

Cullen peeked into the room across the hall where Farrada had said she would be but she wasn’t there. There was an open door at the end of the hall, but when Cullen glanced inside the room he saw only a second bed covered in blue sheets. No red headed stranger. He tried to fight the anxious knot in his stomach as he padded down the hall towards the living room where he knew he had left the pack with the rest of his clothes.

The knot got tighter as he noticed Farrada on the couch between him and his clothes. At first she didn’t notice him but then she looked up and practically jumped out of her skin. Cullen frowned and braced himself for the worst. The ladies at the Orlesian court had been terribly brazen and forward with him when he was fully clothed - what kind of attention would he get from the woman whose home he stood in when he was practically naked?

For a brief moment their eyes locked and for a moment Cullen was relieved at the complete lack of lust from Farrada’s face. But then she looked away, cheeks pink, eyes looking anywhere but at him, hands clutching each other tightly. She began to worry at her lower lip and with guilty pang Cullen realized she was nervous - possibly even frightened. He was making even more of a mess of things.

Just get your things and get out.

“I forgot my pack,” Cullen blurted out, unable to stand the silence suffocating the room. Farrada still wouldn’t look at him. “All my clothes are in there.”

“Ah,” Farrada’s voice was quiet and choked. “I left it by the door. I figured it was better to let it dry on the tile instead of my carpets.”

Is her face getting darker? Cullen shook his head and quickly moved past her, opening his pack and snatching a clean set of clothes from it. He stood and turned to go back to the bathroom to change but Farrada interrupted him.

“I have a guest room at the end of the hall. I made up the bed for you. You can stay the night if you like…”  

Cullen stared in shock. In the space of an hour he had interrupted her night, been invited into her home, invaded her personal space, used her shower, her body wash, her damned towel, and clearly made her uncomfortable with his near-nudity. And she was offering for him to stay?

Either she is a saint or she’s going to murder me. Cullen contemplated the chances of the two options for a moment. The shower had done wonders for the mess of sore muscles throughout his body but he was still in a foreign world and exhausted. Who was he to reject a stranger’s kindness?

“If you’re sure?”

“Do you have any other option?” Farrada finally looked at him as she made her sarcastic reply. The corner of her mouth curved up in a half smile and Cullen noticed that she was very pointedly looking at his face and not the rest of him. He wasn’t sure if he should feel grateful or slighted.

“I…. thank you, Farrada.” He nodded her way and began to head towards the guest bedroom she had mentioned to change.

“Don’t mention it,” she said as she stood from the couch. She began to move towards curtained door as he approached the hall. “I’ll be out on the patio for a moment. I think I could use some air.”

“But the rain!” Cullen protested as she opened the door and a burst of cold air filled the room.

“I know,” Farrada grinned back at him. “It’s why I moved here.” And she stepped outside, leaving the door ajar behind her.

[whyryouneverreal]

Okay my sweet loves (the like three of you that keep up with most stuff) my irl people don’t get it rn so I’ve gotta excited yap for a second.

Me and my boss (yes at the job I complain about nonstop but do actual love) are making big moves to shift things in our area. If plans play out the way we want and we’re setting up, we’ll get to have the team back how we want it AND get to continue building another pet project. I’m actually really excited again about work and cannot tell you how long I’ve been in a hole with this work. Things are starting to align right now and I will happily snatch this piece of joy for myself.

[hellsiteads]

No, I don't think I will.

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