Love’s Labour Left

Looking around the tarpaulins covering the furniture, and re-checking the new, Asuran locks with face imprinting another time, Adri finally sighed at herself, shaking her head. ‘You’re just delaying, girl.’

Returning to her room, she started pushing her trunks along, and used some spare bits of rope to get them down the stairs without a crash. Putting even that away, she surveyed the foyer one more time, pondering how she was going to get those trunks to a new place.

‘Do I look for Gulmont? He volunteered, but… these are heavy.’ She shook her head. ‘Not really fair to him, in some ways. He’s strong enough, but not much bigger’n me. I saw how Parlsain struggled with the one last time…. No. I need to find a Norn, or maybe a Charr, who’ll do the work.’ Nodding to herself at her decision, she wandered out into the darkness, locking up behind her. As she got clear of the twisting alleyway behind the manse, she finally saw the fire, and sighed heavily. ‘I hope to the Mists that’s only that noisy brothel. Gonna be rough finding a porter tonight, I reckon, though.’

Despite her feelings about “that brothel”, she squared up her shoulders and started trotting off to look for ways to help any injured.

thehotgirlproject:

shittyidea:

Hinder: a dating app that matches you with dates in progress nearby so that you can cockblock them

That would be an amazing idea for people who want to end a bad date or feel unsafe but don’t have people to call them or to hijack their date. Got an hour to kill? Ruin local dates near you! Great acting practice! Are you the old high school friend? The ex? The “SO” their cheating on? The online friend who didn’t realize you both live in the same city? Users can match with people who need interrupting phone calls, incessant texts, a full on walk in.

yarn shop adventures cont.

customer: does this yarn come in any other shades of pink
me: it might do, i’ll just check!
me, making conversation: so what is it you’re making exactly?
customer: boob hats
me: say again
customer: boob hats. for breastfeeding babies, so their heads look like boobs. i need a different shade of pink for the nipple.
me, internally: [this is the greatest day of my life]

♠ my muse taking care of your muse when they’re sick

Adri stuffed her gloved hand into her mouth in an attempt to stifle the little whimpers she couldn’t seem to control, any more than the shaking and sweating from her fever. She heard footsteps across the grass, identifying them as someone of medium human height and relatively light build, or at least not walking like someone stocky. As the steps neared her hiding place, the pattern further matched ‘man’ in her head, breaking through her delirium enough to make her open her eyes, just in time to see who was peering at her with concern on his face, and now squatting down beside her.

‘Gulmont.’ Her voice was barely a croak, as dry as her throat had become, but the relief she felt was still evident. She couldn’t tell what he said, even though she heard the sounds just fine – her mind simply wasn’t tracking well enough. She tried to smile at him as he fussed over her and mopped her face, before the cramping in her guts had her doubling over again, surrendering most of what was left of her consciousness for the moment, finally feeling secure in the care of her friend.