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anyone want drabbles?
Heeey I am procrastinating! I owe drabbles to Fi, Star, and Gen (from here), which will maybe get gone to first (and I need to go to bed >.>, so it would be later today).
But if you want drabbles, let me know??? NO PROMISES but hahahaha i will try :D.
Also I think I am quitting ibuprofen. Stomach ache is worrisome.
forgot to say: fandoms are LotR, Gundam Wing, FMA: Brotherhood, and basically any of my pups from Milliways (assuming I also know your character?)
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They’re in the middle of North America, near the old border between Canada and the United States; the circus is stationed in a field of what used to be farmland, before the farming innovations of the 050’s made most of it unnecessary. In the distance, there is the dark green vastness of a government-forest, one of the many planted to help with CO2 conversion; this land is still property of the city and its suburbs, in case its borders need to expand again, households scattered in old farmsteads, with online businesses or retreats.
He breathes in the air, tasting the always faintly-clogging sensation of pollen and dust in higher levels than L4 cleanliness restrictions mandate, but with the flowers here as an explanation and justification both, he smiles, closing his eyes. He lays back against the hill, and breathes out.
After a few minutes he hears someone climbing he hill, and relaxes slightly. He pops up on his elbow to turn around, smiling as Trowa joins him; he still has some lion hair on his sweater but, Quatre judges decisively, he can stay – he’s carrying a thermos of coffee.
“Hi,” Quatre says, waiting for Trowa to sit next to him before he brushes a kiss against his boyfriend’s cheek.
Trowa glances sideways at him, fond. “I thought you might want this,” he says, uncapping the two mugs the thermos came with.
Quatre laughs, sitting up straight; the call of caffiene is a strong one. “Always.”
Later, they see a squirrel; Quatre is perhaps a bit more enchanted than he’d care to admit.
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he still has some lion hair on his sweater but, Quatre judges decisively, he can stay – he’s carrying a thermos of coffee.
^This was just prefect and made me grin from ear to ear.
Thank you for writing this and starting my day off on a wonderful note. *hugs*
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Probably for the best. As fond as I am of the drug for headaches and menstrual pains it really is awfully hard on the stomach if taken more often than 'once in a while'. Acetaminophen's my usual fallback, but it has its own flaws, the first being what happens if you take it and have any kind of ongoing regular alcohol consumption in your life. (Don't know how it interacts with other meds, though.)
Want me to look into other OTC painkillers for you? Naproxen sodium (Aleve) is pretty potent, I recall. I don't know if they still sell ketoprofen (Orudis KT) but I can look for that too.
medicine!!
If that doesn't work, my GP is an internalist who specializes in headaches, so my mom will e-mail her to ask for help.
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† Kate and Quatre, riding lessons/picnic
† Quatre and Trowa, babysitting
† Legolas and Kate, playing pranks
† Ed and Al, a surprise party for Hawkeye (or Roy)
^__^?
^_^!
<3333
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"Well," Kate tries not to laugh, "if y’put it that way…"
Legolas is glad to have such understanding allies in Milliways; when he visits Rivendell, no one he may easily approach understands the importance of pranking Glorfindel.
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DRABBLE ME THIS
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shall do so! *TAKES NOTE*
SHHH THIS ISN'T LATE AT ALL
She lets out a pleased breath, quickly spelling the tea on the table next to her ever-warm, before opening to her book-marked page. She adjusts, leaning back in her seat.
For a few hours, at least, she can let herself be at ease.
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Thanks for this, it's awfully good. :)
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