Petyr Baelish & Sansa Stark • “Life is not a song, sweetling.”
“Me and the devil, walking side by side” (x)
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Petyr Baelish & Sansa Stark • “Life is not a song, sweetling.”
“Me and the devil, walking side by side” (x)
Happy birthday!!!
Thank you!!
landsmanwashere replied to your photo “Haha, I can’t see worth a fuck! ��”
what happened to you
yellowbreezes replied to your photo “My eye itches.”
Oh my goodness, what happened? Are you ok?
dubiousruffian replied to your photo “My eye itches.”
Nooo ��
So I had a picture mobile was (very slowly) loading, but then my phone deleted all of my photos - which I swear was the real tragedy of the day. ER visit and massive pain and swelling? I’m cool. All photos deleted? Verge of tears. (It’s cause it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.)
So, we were at a long-time family friend’s home. I’ve known them for almost twenty years, so long time. They have a pit bull mix who was VERY friendly, and I’d been petting, great times by all, right? After dinner I’m petting her, and I say to the wife, “I’m pretty sure she’s snarling at me.” She’d snapped at me a little earlier, and you gotta respect a dog’s signals.
“Oh no!” says the wife, who lives in a reality that most of us don’t live in; to her, this dog walks on water (I won’t share some of her other, more political opinions on here; not because they’re Trumpian, but because they are out of touch with reality and would still piss people off, even though she is mega liberal). “See, she’s leaning toward you, she loves you!” She also gave me treats to give to her.
I was REALLY trying to be respectful, though. I’m not sure what happened: maybe I leaned in (with a good foot of space between us), maybe I made a kissy face - I honest to God don’t know. All I know is CHOMP MAH FACE, and I’m on the floor. Largely from the shock and trying to keep composure in a friend’s home when I know this is going to be Such a Deal, I’m like, “I’m fine. No, really. I’m just in a little shock. I’m okay.”
“Emily, you’re bleeding.”
“Am I?” A cloth is applied to my face - and holy shit am I bleeding.
We’ll cut to the chase, cause I’m wearing my eye patch again, and this is really fucking hard. Husband and Dad drive me to the ER, I’m fighting back upset because I Can’t Ruin This Pretty Face, we’re there until at least ten. Husband is much more realistic about this shit, and is paying me back for copay ($250) and prescription antibiotics ($19). My dad and I talked it over; Dads going to help me with the medical bills and we’ll call it square, because accidents happen, and since he can afford to help me, that’s just the better option.
Got a tetanus shot and an antibiotic - which they stabbed into my butt because apparently it would have been agony in my arm. And let me tell you, 10 hours later my ass still hurts. Dog is in house quarantine for 10 days just to be sure it’s not rabid, but the chances of rabies are so astronomically low they’re basically non-existent.
It’s not my fault, though I was a participant and should have trusted my gut. But I really don’t want to be told it’s my fault because....fuck that. As my dad said, “Why did you listen to [wife]?” Well, because I’ve known her since I was 8, I’ve always deferred to her as the Adult. And it was the OWNER of the dog, why WOULDN’T I trust their judgment? Surely they know the animal best? Hahaha - no.
And I’m the LAST person to slag off pit bulls. I’ve known some where I could put my face in their mouth and nothing would happen. But because half the ownership was completely oblivious to the signals the dog was putting out, she was dangerous. And because they’re just such powerful animals, her version of snapping at me put me in the ER, whereas my retriever (who would NEVER do such a thing) would be more like a bandaid at worst. So I’ll admit it, I’m going to be more gun-shy around dogs like that. At least that one specifically. We got back to the house to pick my mom up and the dog was her happy, bouncy self and I’m like “Nah, I don’t know if we can be friends anymore.”
So yeah. Didn’t get much sleep due to adrenaline and pain; still went to work, where I fucked up my phone; still made my pie crust for my Christmas Eve appetizer with the help of my mother, which would have made my grandmother proud; and I really wanted to get that fic up BEFORE Christmas, but this is going to be more of a challenge. Though I mostly typed this alright, so who knows.
I used it as an excuse to text my not-boyfriend. He said I look wonderful. I want him to come home and I miss him.
SO THAT WAS A LONG RESPONSE, DIDN’T MEAN FOR THAT TO HAPPEN, SORRY!
Impeccable taste and outstanding writing!
You are far too kind :)
costume appreciation: Lucy Honeychurch’s costumes from A Room With A View (costumes by Jenny Beavan)
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Aw, thank you :) I’d have to say the smell of an old book, a mug of hot tea I haven’t forgotten about, being the only one in a movie theater, rainy days, and when my rabbit takes a nap while I’m holding him!