i got a fever and the only prescription is more cowbell


The only two guys in the organization with a little medical experience have daily clashes…
“I was kind enough to look at your throat but you wanna fight?!”
“You literal blockhead, acting like a medic nin!”

Art by Paranoia (link in source), Creative Commons license CC-BY
Text translation by me


Last night I saw David Duchovny for a second time! I got a VIP ticket too, because my birthday was on Friday and I wanted to treat myself.

So we were supposed to have group photos and a Q&A, but David wasn’t feeling well and wanted to save his voice. Instead we got individual photos and a poster. I was somewhat less star struck as last time, but only somewhat. I walked in and waited for David to motion to me to come stand next to him, and he put his arm around my shoulder. 😍 As I left he softly said, “Thank you” and I told him that I hoped he gets better soon.

He also came out and hung out with us for like 15 minutes as his band did the sound check. He stood right behind my table… He kept doing a slow clap that I found funny.

His opening act was really good, I thought.

David opened with 3,000, and even sick he rocked it! He gave us a heads up that he was sick, and a few of us went “Aww!” He brushed us off, saying, “No, we’re not going to let that stand in the way of our fun.” Then he joked about having a fever, and the only prescription is “more cowbell.”

He was delightful and adorable. At one point he came out into the audience and even stood up on a couple of the tables.

For me, the highlight was likely David singing a cover of BECAUSE THE NIGHT. He nailed it. I want to say that was after he’d taken off his jacket and we could see his beautiful, sexy arms…

At one point someone offered him a root beer with honey. He took it, and later I commented “Must be fate.” Fortunately someone beside me heard and laughed.

He played a couple of new songs, which were great! Apparently his next album should come out some this spring (maybe next… hopefully this spring!).

During his encore, he and the whole band put on pussy hats, and everyone cheered. Also he changed the last line POSITIVELY MADISON to “F**k me, I miss Leonard Cohen.”

Overall it was amazing, and I loved it! ❤❤

anonymous asked:

Prompt: SNL

“Damn,” Carol murmured, eyelids heavy but stubbornly open. “You’re good at this.”

Daryl snorted, and the force of the motion might have cracked him in half, considering how stiff he’d been since he sat down beside her. He didn’t offer an immediate response, keeping his focus on the task at hand, which was running the cool, damp towel over her skin to draw out the fever.

It was just a minor case of flu. Abe and Sasha had already endured the same bout of it. It was just a 24 hour bug. It wasn’t the same as the prison…It wasn’t that. She hadn’t even coughed since it started. It was all sinus pressure, body aches, and fever. No trouble breathing or swallowing or anything like that. Okay, she’d thrown up twice…but that had been hours ago.

Daryl hadn’t left her side since the word ‘flu’ had entered the situation, and for all his fretting and fussing, he sure had been ignoring his own self preservation, being this close to her. Lord, though, that wet towel felt good, and his hands were magic: some wonderfully strange blend of callous skin and painstakingly gentleness. He moved the towel down her arm a few times and moved to dampen it again in the bowl on the side table. Carol watched him, feeling a little less inclined to keep her thoughts to herself at the moment. She could claim delirium later.

“You’re pretty, Daryl.”

That got a chuckle out of him, and he returned the towel, freshly damp and cool, to the side of her neck. Carol playfully tilted her head, pinning his hand there.

“I mean it,” she reinforced. “It’s distracting sometimes.”

He smirked, but he was clearly not picking up what she was throwing down. That was just rude. He gently slipped his hand free from her neck and touched his fingers to her forehead. She closed her eyes briefly, then looked at him again.

“You thirsty?” he asked.

“I’ve got a thirst,” she teased. “No, wait, that’s not how it goes…I’ve got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!”

“Jesus,” he snickered.

“It’s from Saturday Night Live—“

“I know what it’s from,” he grinned at her. “Are you feeling better or are you just dickin’ around?”

“I’m feeling…unreserved, like I don’t care what comes out of my mouth right now,” she admitted. “Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.”

“It don’t,” he shrugged. “I just want you healthy.”

“…I kinda want to touch your butt,” she blurted.

Daryl slowly bobbed his head. “Now we’re uncomfortable.”

Carol smiled, felt a tickle in her nose, and abruptly sneezed. The pressure in her sinuses sent pain like a hammer through her face, and she groaned, lifting a hand to rub her cheek.

“Easy.” He ran a hand tenderly over her hair.

She sniffed and got comfortable again in the bed. “Ow.”

“You need a tissue or somethin’?” he asked, looking around for a box of Kleenex.

“No, it—whoa, yes, I do,” Carol winced, feeling the snot starting to run.

Daryl immediately had a box of tissues in her lap, and she mopped at the mess of her face.

“God, I bet this looks sexy,” she said.

Daryl smiled gently and started tossing her used tissues in a trash can. As he leaned over, she brazenly reached out and got a handful of his backside.

He sat up with a squawk and looked at her indignantly. “Carol, that—what’s wrong?”

Carol looked at him, horrified. “Daryl, someone stole your ass. There’s nothing back there.” She reached out again. “Did you lose it somewhere?”

“You’re a comedian.” Daryl rolled his eyes and folded the towel a few times, setting it on her forehead.

“Live from New York, it’s Saturday night!” she chuckled “Seriously, though, I’m a qualified tooshie inspector. Gimme another feel…for science.”