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Lady Medblrs: Last Names

So I’ve got a question for all you ladydocs out there: if under the circumstances you were to be married, which last name would you prefer to be professionally known as?

This question might depend on a number of factors: timing of marriage, stage of career, traditional vs non-traditional, ease of name changing, one’s own personal beliefs.

I always felt that no matter when I got married, whether it’d be before I graduated medical school or after, I would keep my maiden name professionally and go by Dr. MJ. I went through medical school as an MJ, I earned my medical degree as an MJ, and so I want to be Dr. MJ. 

But, I would also like to take my husband’s last name socially… but I’m not sure how all that works in the “real world”  with licensing and such. Is there a checkbox you mark that says, “Hi yes I want to be Dr. MJ at the hospital but everywhere else I’m gonna go by Mrs. X”?

Thoughts and opinions?

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Galium verum, Rubiaceae

These airy spikes of tiny and sweetly scented bright yellow flowers belong to lady’s bedstraw, a plant quite widespread and naturalised in most temperate areas of the world. The pleasant smell and the fact it was used to stuff mattresses give it its common name but, through Greek, the genus name refers to its use as a coagulant for milk in cheese production, where it would also improve the product with its colour and aroma. The flowers have also been used to obtain yellow dye, while a rich red one produced from the roots was traditionally used for wool here in Scotland. You might not imagine it at first look, but lady’s bedstraw is in the same family as coffee (Coffea) and so its seeds, as well as those of the more similar G. aparine, the stickyweed, can be used as a coffee substitute. 

In herbalism it is used externally for its anti-inflammatory, astringent and skin healing properties on wounds and sores, while internally as a diuretic and antispasmodic. For the latter reason it was one of the herbs used to attempt to alleviate the symptoms of epilepsy in the past.  It does best in cool-summer meadows, it’s low-growing and spreads easily so it could be an interesting plant to add to a rustic patch of self-sowing wildflowers highly attractive to wildlife. 

I work at a place that repairs watches. The work itself is great fun, but the customers. Oh god, the customers.

We’re inside of a mall and the place itself is a full square kiosk that you enter from one side through a wooden gate. We’re fully enclosed in here and it sometimes feels like a jail cell(this has relevance later on).

I have so many stories that I could tell, but I’d be here for ages, so I’ll just pick out a few:

Once a frantic woman was pacing around my kiosk as I came back from a break. I opened the large wooden gate, entered in a key code on the alarm system, then unlocked the combination lock on the lower part of the door to let myself in. Once fully inside the kiosk, this frantic woman rushes up to the counter in front of me and gasps “I NEED MY BATTERY CHANGED! DO YOU WORK HERE?!” Like, first off, settle down. It was your average, run of the mill watch, not life threatening if it died. I actually have a regular customer that comes in for batteries who could die if her watch died and was unable to remind her to take her medicine, but this lady was just nuts. And this was already the day from hell and I bit back “Obviously.” Lady. Are you serious? I’m INSIDE the kiosk. I had to use TWO pass codes to get in here. You WATCHED me put them in. I wanted to shake my head and say “Nope! I was walking by and I wanted to know what it felt like to be a miserable peon that answers dumb ass questions all day! Dream fulfilled!”

The second was much more recent, like last week. A young lady came up, likely in her 20’s. She asks my coworker, word for word, “Can you put time in my watch?” Naturally, he was confused. As am I. He asks if she meant she needed the time set(daylight savings time was just a few days away and some people will spring ahead early, I dunno why). She says, “No, I need you to put time in it!” By this point, I’m shaking, laughter threatening to burst out of me. Coworker actually turns to me and stared blankly because he’s confused. She asks again and he turns back and takes a shot in the dark, “Did you need a battery?”

She’s frustrated at this point, “It HAS a battery!! I need you to put TIME in the BATTERY! SO THE WATCH WILL GO!”

I’m dying! Losing it so hard that I have to hold my mouth closed and bend down out of sight. He just agrees with her at this point, it wasn’t worth more arguing. After he’s done, she asks him how much time he put in it. He said he filled the battery up and she was all set. After she paid and left, we both lost it. I wonder what she thinks time looks like.

This job is certainly interesting!

A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 9

Okay. Well. @outlandishchridhe and I said it would be a while before we’d post a new chapter. We might have fibbed a little. Cause well, here’s a new chapter. We used plotting as a reward for getting homework done, which we totally did. And we had far, FAR too much fun plotting and writing this chapter.

Catch up with all previous chapters HERE


Fraser Bairn Wach: Month 3

Jamie put the finishing touches on the quinoa salad as the door unlocked. Claire hung her keys up and dropped her bag on the floor.

“Why is it so bloody hot here?” she asked, heading to the refrigerator for a bottle of cold water.

While she took a long drink, he went to her bag and pulled out the plastic bag of wet washcloths to rinse and return to the freezer. Claire already had the extra out and pressed against her neck.

“Because it’s July in the desert, Sassenach,” he said with a laugh. “Did ye drink enough water?”

“I did, I promise. What did you make?”

Setting the bowl on the table, he stuck the serving spoon into it and took a deep breath.

“Weel, it’s a quinoa salad wi’ cucumbers and chickpeas, and a light yogurt dill dressing on the side, to use as ye like.”

“That sounds amazing. And it’s cool, oh I do love you Jamie.”

He gave her a soft kiss on her cheek and smiled as she picked up a slice of cucumber from the cutting board. It was true, what they said. Women had a particular glow about them when they were pregnant and his wife was no different.

Claire had gotten through the first couple months of her pregnancy pretty much unscathed as far as morning sickness was concerned. She had heard the horror stories of mornings filled with vomiting and not being able to eat and thought she had made it past the point that it would affect her. She thought that. But sadly, she was wrong.

It came on all of a sudden. Just one bite of the cucumber. One minute she was fine, the next, she was sprinting down the short hallway and into the bathroom to release the food she had just put into her mouth. Jamie, who had been startled from his dinner preparation by her sudden departure, heard the retching coming from behind the closed door and knocked tentatively.

“Sassenach? Are ye alright?”

He heard her gasp before she answered. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t come in! I don’t want you to see this.”

The water came on and he listened while she brushed her teeth. A moment later, she came out, her face still a little flushed.

“Are ye sure you’re alright, Sassenach?”

“Yes, I’m just fine. I’m perfectly alright now. Though, I think I might not be able to make myself eat the cucumbers in the salad…”

“Dinna fash. I’ll pick them out for ye and eat them myself. I made them big chunks, aye?”

She filled a glass with water and began to drink it while he fixed her a bowl without cucumbers. The rest of the evening was uneventful. They snuggled in bed, though he was hesitant to let it go further than that.

In the morning, he set aside a portion of the leftovers from the previous night for Claire’s lunch, taking care to pick out the cucumbers. Then he started getting together a small breakfast for her, knowing she had a very full day between her classes and work. He’d just buttered some toast and set it on a plate when she came out of the bedroom.

“Morning,” she said, grinning at him.

“Morning, mo nighean donn. Are ye hungry?”

“Definitely.”

Steering her away from the plate of eggs he’d fixed, he sat her down at the table.

“We’ll no’ see each other all day and I’ll probably be late wi’ work tonight. Let me feed ye properly, at least.”

Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms and waited. Finished, he filled her plate with the eggs and toast. She took one big bite of the perfectly cooked eggs and her hand went to her mouth. Immediately, he knew she would bolt to the bathroom again by the look on her face. This time he followed her in.

While she gripped the sides of the toilet, he held her hair back and out of her face until she finished retching. The sound of it had him worrying that something was wrong with the bairn. Finally, it was over. She sat back and slumped against the wall, her face covered in sweat.

“Are ye alright?”

“I am now.”

“Do we need to call your doctor? I’m gettin’ worried.”

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

“Unfortunately, this is completely normal,” she sighed, wiping her mouth and taking his outstretched hand to stand up. “Completely normal. It’s just morning sickness.”

“That doesna really explain you being sick last night though.”

“Well, they call it morning sickness, but really it happens all the time. It can happen any time of day and all through the pregnancy, although I’m really hoping our little one here doesn’t keep making me sick or it’ll be a long 6 months to go.” She smiled as she said this, caressing her very, very small bump. She would throw up every day, and gladly, as long as the baby was safe.

Jamie rubbed her back gently, still worried.

“And you’ll be alright at school? And work?”

“Honestly, I feel perfectly alright now. I’ll take it as easy as I can, I promise. But I’ll be fine.”

She brushed her teeth again and followed him back out. Opting for a bowl of cereal instead of the eggs, she finished and grabbed her lunch bag.

“What’d you pack me today?”

“Leftovers from last night. Wi’out the cucumbers. Picked them all out myself.”

“Such a gentleman you are.”

With a deep bow, he gave her hand a kiss.

“Lord Midnight the Blue, at your service, my lady.”

“I’ll see you tonight, my lord. Try not to break yourself at work?”

“Ye ken I fight the dark forces of Merlin. Sometimes that involves taking a blow. But I’ve got a fine lady of medicine waiting for me at home who’ll tend to my wounds.”

Car keys in hand, she smirked from the doorway.

“Just make sure to sneak her out the back door before I see her.”

He let out a hearty laugh as she left.

Thankfully his show had gone well and he hadn’t left with new injuries. Claire would be pleased. As he pulled out of the employee parking lot, he thought about her struggles with the pregnancy sickness. With a stroke of inspiration, he drove to a grocery store and bought her three red roses.

At home, Claire was bustling around the kitchen.

“You’re home!”

“Aye, I am. Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright. You’re here now. Hungry?”

With the roses in one hand, he wrapped his arms around her, presenting the flowers with a flourish.

“Starved. But I’ve a wee gift for ye first.”

“Oh Jamie! What’s the occasion?”

“Weel, I figure you’re about three months gone now, aye? Three roses for three months. I canna do the work for ye or take this sickness for ye, but I can bring ye something to say thank you.”

Turning around in his arms, she put her own around his neck and blinked back the tears.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I didn’t think you’d kept such close track.”

“Of course I have, mo nighean donn,” he said, hand over the nearly invisible swell. “This is my child too. I want to keep track of how our bairn’s progress is doing. And to say I love ye more and more every day.”

“I love you too, Jamie.”

Claire set the table and served them both dinner. They ate happily while she regaled him with details from her day, both school and work. Admittedly, he didn’t understand most of the things she said about her classes, but she was happy. That was all he ever wanted.

Dishes in the sink, they cuddled on the couch for a little while. The three red roses sat in a vase on the end table where Claire had put them.

“Ye ken what day it is, Sassenach?”

“Monday?”

He tried to keep his smile down, but he couldn’t. Monday was easily his favorite day of the week for one very good reason.

“Ye ken how ye let me take a photograph of yer wee belly on Mondays?”

Heaving a sigh, she slowly stood and started to walk towards the wall he liked to take the picture against.

“Honestly Jamie, I’m not even showing yet. At most, it looks like I’ve a food baby that’s settled there. I don’t know why you want a picture of it. I just look bloated.”

“I want a picture,” he said, turning her slightly after she pulled her shirt up to reveal her belly to him. “Because I want to watch you and the bairn grow.” He kissed her softly then pulled away.

“I want a picture because my beautiful wife is pregnant and glowing with our wee babe inside her.”

“I’m glowing because my skin is so oily and it’s shining in this light,” she retorted, though she smiled at him when he pointed his phone in her direction, unable to keep her hand from touching her near-flat belly.

“Take yer hand off there, Sassenach. I want to see the belly.” He smirked at her over the top of his phone and took another few pictures. She rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out, but let him do as he pleased. Whether she would admit it or not, she also wanted to see her body grow and change, the subtle swell of her belly get larger with their child.

“And ye are glowing. It’s not just yer face, yer whole body seems more alight. Ye look completely beautiful. It’s not just the look of ye either, ken? There’s something all around ye now. I canna explain it, but it’s there.”

He leaned down and took her lips against his, her face shocked but pleased at his assessment of her.

“I do love you something fierce, Jamie Fraser,” she whispered to him between kisses.

“I love you, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

About a week later, Jamie was just getting things out to start on dinner when Claire suddenly pushed back from her desk. She’d been studying for an exam all afternoon on her day off and he’d been trying to give her space. He’d been taking careful note about what different foods set off her nausea and had avoided using them at all costs.

Pulling the refrigerator door open roughly, she began digging through the drawers, muttering to herself.

“How do we have no cucumbers in this whole bloody apartment?!”

Frowning, he opened a jar and set it on the counter.

“Cucumber? The last time ye had any, it left ye puking yer guts out! I havena bought any in a week.”

She stood up and closed the door. He glanced at her just in time to see the tears welling in her eyes. Her bottom lip began to tremble as a red flush started up her neck. When her mouth opened, he thought she might yell. What happened was much, much worse.

“I just… Wanted… B-bloody cucumber…”

Then the dam broke and she shook with intense sobs. For a moment, he stood there in complete shock. His mouth hung open while she wept in the middle of the kitchen. He rushed to her and pulled her close, trying to find a way to soothe her.

“Hush lass, dinna cry. If ye want a cucumber, I’ll go and fetch ye one. Dinna cry, mo nighean donn. I’ll fetch ye a whole bushel if ye wish.”

Slowly, her head came up from his chest, her blue eyes amazingly bright from her tears.

“W-would y-you?” she stammered between hiccups.

“Aye, lass. I’ll go right now.”

“Th-thank you, Jamie.”

Considering her emotional state, he bought as many cucumbers as he could fit in the produce bag at the grocery store.

She was on the couch when he got home, no longer crying, thank God. She looked a little sheepish but, as soon as she saw him, she hopped to her feet and began reaching for the bag.

“No, no, a nighean. Let me wash one for ye first.”

He rinsed and brushed a large cucumber off before turning to the cutting board. Claire stood directly behind him, eyes on the vegetable.

“Christ!” he yelped, moving back. “I didna even hear ye get off the couch!”

Her eyes darted from him to the cucumber and back. When she licked her lips, he nearly threw it at her for fear of losing his own fingers.

“Here! Take the damn thing!”

She held it, staring down at it for a moment. Quickly, she picked up the knife Jamie had been about to use and chopped one end off before taking a huge bite. It wasn’t until she’d swallowed the bite that she looked up and met his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. These hormones are… I don’t even know what to do with myself. I didn’t mean to start crying like that. I’m sorry I frightened you.”

“Dinna fash, lass. Ye didna frighten me. I worried I’d been an arse somehow and hurt ye. If I’d kent ye wanted them, I’d have bought them at the store today.”

“I know, and I didn’t know I wanted them until I got up from the desk. I promise, it wasn’t you at all. Thank you for getting some. It’s quite good.”

Cupping her face in one hand, he smiled fondly at her.

“All I want is for ye to be happy. If ye need me to get ye cucumbers in the middle of the night, I’ll find some way to make it happen.”

She looked up at him seriously for a moment.

“I want you to be happy too. I feel like sometimes… I feel quite selfish. You do all these things for me and…”

Jamie cut her off with a long, slow kiss. He rested his forehead against hers and waited until she met his gaze.

“Ye do plenty for me, Claire. You come home after long days and make us dinner, you always ken when I need ye, when I’m hurting after work and yer willing to rub my shoulders for me, when ye get up before me to make a coffee for me, ye’re doing sae well in classes and working and growing our bairn. Trust me, Sassenach, going to fetch ye a wee cucumber is but a blip on the radar.”

He saw her eyes get teary again and hugged her close.

“Ye are perfect, mo nighean donn. Yer everything I didna know I wanted until I met ye. Dinna think that yer not worth that.”

He heard her soft sniffle against his shirt and ran a soothing hand down the length of her back.

“I love you,” came a watery voice from below his chin.

“I love ye, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s having something to eat, aye? Aside from yon wee cucumber there.”

That earned him a small laugh and a thump to the chest, but her eyes shone up at him, filled with wonder at this man who could love her so much.

She helped him prepare the rest of their dinner and they ate cuddled up on the couch instead of at the table, needing to just be close to one another.

When they went to bed that night, right before he drifted off to sleep, arms snugly around her, he heard her whisper, “How did I ever get so lucky as to find you?”

He smiled and searched for her mouth with his, giving her a sleepy kiss before bringing her even closer and pulling her into sleep with him, safe and secure in each other’s arms.

Weird coincidence regarding this post from last night about that customer that wouldn’t leave because she wanted her medicine NOW because she had to leave for her vacation in the morning at 5 AM? First, M told me she found out that the lady finally ended up leaving, but ONLY after the doctor had to call one of the nurses AT HOME to find out where the keys were for the medicine cabinet. The lady went to her car only to come back bawling. HER CAR BROKE DOWN! Cosmic justice, right? It doesn’t end there either.

My husband and I went to lunch this afternoon without our kids to a new place. This place just so happened to have a lady there with her grand daughters(fitting the ages from M’s story). I overheard her talking to an older man about her daughter leaving at 5 am in the morning, but she was supposed to go this morning. But since her car broke down she had to get it fixed and leave a day late. I am completely baffled that out of all the places we could go, somehow we managed to find this spoiled grown woman’s parents. And the older grand daughter was as much of a brat as her mother. She kept kicking her grandfather in the leg! But, yeah, the wonders of living in a small town. Still, though, this was so satisfying simply because I got to see the karma hit this woman way past what M or the doc did when she left the clinic. I told M and she was over the moon. lol -Abby

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St John’s wort and lavender for Lynette, a lovely fellow Austinite relocated to PDX. So nice to see you again!

horizonvibes-deactivated2015122  asked:

Can you make a little masterpost on what to bring to csssa? (And like how many bags you'll need to bring to carry all the stuff) (and if you need like extra storage)

This is from the list of “What to Bring” made by last year’s CSSSA students (Again, not mine but hope it helps!)

All:

  • Student Handbook
  • Electronics, Accessories, and Chargers (Cameras, Laptops, Phone, iPods/MP3s, Kindles/E-readers, iPads/Tablets; Ethernet Cable, Headphones, Speakers, Outlet, Memory Cards, USB Drives, etc.)
  • Lanyard With A Clear ID Card Holder (So you don’t lose your ID!)
  • A Fan or Air Purifier (IT GETS HOT — Recommended)
  • Lamp/Reading Light (No Halogen Lamps)
  • Alarm Clock
  • Shower Curtain
  • Flashlight (No Candles)
  • Small Trashcan (Liners will be provided)
  • Medicine: Allergy Medicine (Including Epi-Pens), Asthma Inhalers,  Headaches, Stomach Aches, CRAMP MEDICINE FOR DA LADIES, Prescribed (DO NOT SHARE PRESCRIBED MEDICATION KIDS)
  • Things For Your Bed: Pillow, Pillow Covers, Blankets or Sleeping Bag, Set of Regular Twin Bed Sheets, Comforter, Memory Foam/Mattress Topper 
  • Cleaning Stuff: Hamper, Laundry Detergent, Bleach, Fabric Softener
  • Shower Necessities/Morning Routine: Shower Caddy, Towels (Pool, Shower, Hand Towel, and Wash Cloth), Shampoo, Conditioner, Body Wash, Shower Gel, Face Wash, Razors, Shaving Cream, After Shave, Deodorant (PLEASE), Hand Soap, Hair Products (Brush, Comb, Teaser, Hair Dryer, Curler, Straightener, Gel Mousse, Hair Spray, Hair Ties, Bobby Pins, Clips, Headbands, Safety Pins), Lotion, Creams, Sun Screen, Tooth Brush, Tooth Paste, Floss, Q-Tips, Tooth Picks, Retainers, Contact Solution, Contacts, Eye Drops, Glasses/Sunglasses, Make-Up, Make-Up Remover/Baby Wipes, Nail Polish, Nail Polish Remover, Nail Clippers, Tweezers, Tissues, Coat Hangers
  • Clothes: Pants, Shorts, Skirts, Sweat Pants, Yoga Pants, Leggings, Tights,  Belts, Jeans, Shirts, Jackets, Cardigans, Sweaters, Sweat Shirts, Dresses, Socks, The Necessities/Under Garments, Pajama Clothes (Tops and Bottoms), Swim Suits/Trunks, Jewelry, WatchPossibly Fancy Clothes (Suit, Button Up, Tie, Bow Tie, Dress, Nice Skirt and Top), BRING SOME OF YOUR MOST FUN CLOTHES! You will have the least judgmental audience in the world! 
  • Shoes: Sneakers, Walking/Running Shoes, Flats, Flip-Flops (For Pool and Shower), Sandals, House Slippers, Possibly Heels or Dress Shoes
  • School Related: Pens, Pencils, Binder, Notebook, Sharpener, Backpack, Gym Bag, Highlighters, Scissors (Basically bring anything you think you might need for classes); If you have summer homework (Books, Textbooks, Writing Paper, Worksheets, Calculators, Flash Cards, etc.)
  • Free Time: Books, Board Games, Cards, Random Costume Items, DVDs, Pretty Much Anything Else You Want To Bring,  Spending Money, Tea
  • PERSONAL TVs, REFRIGERATORS, SKATEBOARDS, ROLLERBLADES, BICYCLES, SKATES, CLEANING SUPPLIES, AEROSOLS, DEODORIZERS, CANDLES, LIGHTERS, MATCHES, OR ANYTHING THAT PRODUCES AN OPEN FLAME TO THE CSSSA/CalArts CAMPUS—THEY ARE PROHIBITED!

Animation:

  • USB memory drive
  • (optional) funny clothing or wigs for an assignment
  • backpack or bag to accommodate 9” x 12” sketch pad and miscellaneous art materials
  • a masonite drawing board large enough to accomodate 18” x 24” sheet of paper
  • an object, book, picture or song that inspires you to share with your fellow students on the first day
  • art supplies will be provided but it’ll be good to bring special things you like using

Creative Writing:

  • Extra lead for pencils
  • Binder with paper and/or notebooks
  • Pens or colored pencils

Dance:

  • Proper Footwear
  • Notebook to write down the words of wisdom you learn each day
  • Tissue box when you just feel like you have to cry out of physical and mental exhaustion
  • Reusable water bottles (then you can fill it with ice from the cafeteria) :)

Theater:

  • Empty Notebook To Use As A Journal
  • Loose Clothes You Can Move In
  • A Hat With A Stiff Brim (Like a Bowler Hat)
  • For Musical Theatre Elective -> Sheet Music for Two Songs
  • Character Shoes 
  • Dance Shoes

Visual Arts:

  • sketchbook (although they apparently give you one anyway)
  • drawing board (optional?)
  • anything not found in a traditional art studio that you plan on using in a piece
  • beret (super important)
  • If you are in sculpture/ceramics, bring an apron and CLOSED TOED SHOES!

who run the world [listen];

I. words as weapons / birdy [if you use your words as a weapon, then as a weapon, i’ll shed no tears] II. this is war / ingrid michaelson [i won’t surrender, i will fight better] III. one girl revolution (battle mix) / superchic(k) [i am a voice yet waiting to be heard] IV. an angry blade / iron & wine [you’re an angry blade and you’re brave, but you’re all alone] V. nothing in between / meredith brooks [i’m a little bit of everything, all rolled into one] VI. watch me shine / joanna pacitti [so from my head to toe, i’m taking full control] VII. yellow flicker beat / lorde [i’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm] VIII. short skirt/long jacket / cake [she’s putting up her hair, she’s touring the facility, and picking up slack] IX. girl almighty / one direction [let’s have another toast to the girl almighty]

IPKKND3: Episode 34 (August 17, 2017)

Advay & Chandni, you guys. Get it together. GET IT TOGETHER!! 

Advay & Chandni, gawd these two are not mentally stable to have a baby around
→ Chandni gets the baby some medicine, tells the nurse lady from the orphanage about his allergies, and then bids the baby goodbye. Advay is watching all this. Of course, his reaction to this is the opposite of how normally functioning humans react: jump to (his version of) the worst possible conclusion. He seems convinced Chandni’s up to no good. SMH.
→ Also, it’s confirmed through Chandni and Niroo mamaji’s conversation that the baby is Meghna’s (A+ @tadibaaaz and @ilovefusion). But Meghna doesn’t know the baby is alive.

  • I’m really turned off by Chandni’s “shaadi ke pehele bachcha” and “maa ka sar jhuk jayega.” It’s 2017! 
  • Seriously tho, if given an option between crapa$$ men like PeePee and even Advay, and having a kid on my own, I’d pick the latter option.
  • And why is this Chandni’s burden alone? Shouldn’t Indrani (and the maasis) be more worried about this? 
  • This whole thing sounds like a terrible idea. 
  • Also, I know the baby is a plot device to create conflict between Advay & Chandni, but this track doesn’t tell us anything new about Chandni. We already know she loves her family and that she’d make big sacrifices for them. This track feels repetitive. 

→ On her way back to her room, Advay decides to stop Chandni for another round of CIA-style interrogation ◔̯◔ He asks her where she was, why she’s out so late….you know, questions typical of a military commander.

  • Chandni stumbles through her answers, mostly lying to Advay.
  • I guess she didn’t flick him off here because she feels gratitude from the earlier party incident? And she feels the need to be civil to him?
  • And what’s Advay expecting here? Truthful answers?? Why should she share all her secrets with him? They barely know eachother. If you ask a stranger questions about their deepest, darkest secrets, chances are they’ll lie to you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

→ Chandni offers another olive branch to Advay. She thanks him for getting her out of the crowded club.

→ “Enough Chandni! Aur jooth nahi sunna mujhe.

  • SMDH. Advay, I’m done with your judgemental a$$. 
  • I’m so glad the lady took the baby away. These two are too cray to have a little kid in the mix.

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Huh, that early quest in the Hinterlands when you get medicine for a lady from her son in that Breach cult…after you finish, you can go back to the son, and Solas convinced him to go back home.

Nice that I’m still finding new things in this game.

EXO when they leave a Note for you to take your Medicine

I hope you like it and it is close to what you imagined! <3

Myun n.n

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/

Chanyeol: *You are asleep and he prepares the breakfast for you this morning, because he has to leave early. So he makes some lovely food and writes a plaster with a smiley on your toast*

Originally posted by milkifan

Chen: *He wants to write you something, but ends up drawing weird stuff*

Originally posted by exoxoolf

Suho: *wrote so much, that you thought it was a book* “I love you so much, please think about taking your medicine..”

Originally posted by suholygod

Tao: *He’s in the swimming pool and totally forgot to write you a note. When he realizes he slips, and falls in the water* “Oh noe! I forgot to write her a note!”

Originally posted by idk-kpop

Lay: “what if she won’t see it? Maybe I ..”

Originally posted by everydayxoxo

Luhan: “stands at the window when you read the note* “And don’t you dare to forget your medicine! I won’t allow you to get sick, alright? Watch for your health, girl.” *overprotective*

Originally posted by elaysium

Sehun: “Oh, I totally forgot..” *embarrassed*

Originally posted by soul-mapping

Baekhyun: “Talks to you about your medicine plan* “You have to take it 3x per day..and I’ll remind you..6x I guess..”

Originally posted by snapbaeks

Kai: *prepared a video message and send it to you on Kakao*

Originally posted by zhangyixings

Kyungsoo:  *curls his scarf and places it on your bed table, puts a heart in the middle of it and sticks a note on it: “Take your medicine, my lady.”

Originally posted by fydokyungsoo

Kris: *notices that he forgot to write you a note and chokes on his drink, calling you immediately*

Originally posted by yooneroos

Xiumin: *He’s sick too* “Never forget to take your medicine, or you’ll end up like me..” *cough cough*

Originally posted by buckybarnest

Being Pregnant includes: (Michael)

• “babe, can our child’s middle name be danger like Billie Joe Armstrong’s kid?” “no.”

• you craving pizza cause it’s Michael’s child.

• him forcing you to do prenatal yoga so he can look at your ass in yoga pants

• “Mikeyyyyyy, I feel so fat right now.” “don’t worry babe, we can be fat together.” “YOU’RE SUPPOSE TO SAY YOU DON’T LOOK THAT FAT JACKASS!” “sorry babe.” “YA THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT! RESPECT!”

• him staring at your boobs more than normal because your bra size practically doubled

• “your no fun anymore.” “I WILL KILL EVERYTHING YOU LOVE IN THIS WORLD!”

• “what if we had a baby with super power…BAAAAABBBBBBBEEEEEE!” “no. Michael stop.”

• him talking to the baby while you sleep so that you don’t laugh at his cute comments

• lots of belly kisses

• “babe this pregnant lady medicine stuff smells like shit. what are these punk ass doctors trying to do to you?! turn you into the hulk?” “I’M ALREADY HULK!”

• him thinking your stretch marks are super cool cause they look like lightning bolts

• you calling him your baby daddy and him feeling slightly uncomfortable and slightly turned on

• “babeeeeee, why are you always in the bathroom?” “because I puke and I have a watermelon sized child sitting on top of my bladder.”

• “after this kid pops out, can we have another?” “ well your pullout game was so bad the first time so it’s probably bond to happen on purpose or not.” “fuck you.” “I’M PREGNANT DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH ASSHOLE TURDBALL!”

• him always asking if your ok all the time 
•“babe, why do you crave such weird things?” “ because it’s half your child.”

• the boys making fun of his pullout game :)

• him holding your stomach at night so you feel safer

••• hope you liked it! posting the Ashton one after this gets 150 notes…so please get this to 150 notes :) - malia