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The Glass Coffin Mocktail! In honor of my most beloved and favorite Saw trap 5ever :)
#my recipe#Okay so some tips is the lemon juice will taste less artificial if it is freshly squeezed#But thematically I think the artificial is better and I personally like it more#Sugared rim is optional but fun to sugar a rim you just get the glass wet and turn it around upside down in a little dish of sugad#Sugar but I’m not retyping that#Simple syrup is 1 part water 1 part sugar just boiled together in a pot#Club soda and tonic water are BASICALLY the same. Club soda is more sweet and tonic water is more bitter#They can be used interchangeably most of the time. This is one of those times#If you want to make it a COCKTAIL and not a mocktail it’s pretty much a lemon drop with extra steps so just go with vodka#This recipe image has less flair to it because this is a less. Well the flair is in the drink itself#I’m tagging this as#saw v#but that’s it for theming related tags#The grenadine is the blood going on the glass btw (the glass is the clear liquid base)
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#personal#well. my blood sugar just went too low at 12am. this has never happened before.#usually i'm somewhere from 250-400 rn (i was at 71 and dropping. i was at 242 an hour earlier.) what the HECK happened#guess i'm about to play a fun game of am i gonna survive the night???#i woke up too low this morning too and stayed pretty low (for me) most of the day and i also don't know why#maybe my body finally decided to let the insulin work (after over 2 years) but this is. uh. a little too well and it came out of nowhere#if i end up in the hospital on the day i'm supposed to get both new star trek and new 911 i'm gonna be Upset
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mommy
#tall wildfire druid who has a wildfire crane spirit#playing dnd#rolled her personality and she's glamorous and mom-like and worships sune#its messy bc my blood sugar dropped LOL
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why is the only time I’m hungry at 2am
#this has happened two days in a row why#at least I had snacks this time last time my blood sugar just dropped for no reason as I was getting ready for bed#fun times
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Girls (me) are so brave for being at work when they could be at home doing arts and crafts and snuggling with a cat.
#Even if I am on tumblr instead of answering emails#also my blood sugar has definitely dropped I feel like pure shit
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all of the kirkwall crew keeping extra snacks in their packs when they go out in case Ursula's blood sugar goes low because they all know for a fact that she forgot to pack her own
#usrula dropping low mid battle and varric tosses her fruit juice in a potion flask#merrill always has a little pouch of cookies on her#aveline just has like. sugar tablets. shes basic.#isabela brings dried candied fruits#fenris has a couple of crackers but its not much so he makes her sit down. wait for the mage.#anders has a spell hes been trying to perfect to correct her blood sugar without food but he also brought some bread.#no its not the only food he has left dont be silly. if course he has food for himself. its just. back at the clinic.#it totally exists.#bethany would always carry around extra fruit and small candies#and she kept doing it out of habit even after joining the wardens#bearsizedant.ocs#ursula hawke#from the drafts#oh my god i dont remember when i made this one but 🥺🥺
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how am i not starving rn
#i checked the calories of the chicken sandwich i was given from wendys and its barely 500 cals#a fried egg is like 100 cals and soda and fruit punch do not give as many cals as i thought#i think ive barely had 1000 calories today and even less yesterday#how in the hell am i not dizzy as hell and even sicker????#is bc i am sick and have been doing nothing much other than the bare minimum and sleeping a bunch????#idk but probably#also im worried about my mom bc she has diabetes and like shes not eating very much either#what if her blood sugar drops too low????#vex spits out random shit#last thing: ive been taking like three showers a day trying to cough up as much mucus as possible but that isnt working v well
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Editing in Windows Movie Maker: I know you’re trying your best, but you keep moving my captions and I want you to stop
Editing in Lightworks:
#It is. Achingly slowly. Coming together hhhhhhhhh#I made an earlier version of this post begging LW to just make a single image 2 seconds long. It refused#Until I realized it's just picky - it has an import feature but it only works like 40% of the time#Good feature guys#It's actively better at drag-and-drop by a Wide margin but the import option is what's touted :/#That and the fact that audio - any audio including added-on-top audio - sound effect or background music audio - is automatically synced#Meaning if you try to edit anything on the Video line the music gets dragged with it - actual audio be damned#I unlinked it but /why/ would that automatically be the case I just want the BG music to run seamlessly#Anyway I got all the ''footage'' imported after like thirty minutes of trying not to Super Stress about it#Blood sugar drops have not been helpful on that front lol >:V Conspiring#Anyway the WMM version has been done and dusted for like hours now lol#I actually got into hyperfocus about it which Might've contributed to my low blood sugar tbf#And to think I woke up so excited to edit today!! I couldn't wait!!!!#Y'know - if it's able to do what I ask it to since I know that WMM can't - it'll have been worth it#Barely. But it will lol
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> Well. Alexa had been too preoccupied with the whole ‘trying not to look like a mess while shedding velvet’ business that he hadn’t considered the implication of velvet-shedding coming to an end. Well. That’s great. In a few weeks, it’ll be rut season.
> (Testosteroni bolognese is now on the Traitor Joe’s season flyer. ♪ and you can get buck in the club, get fucked up in the club, we don’t give a fuck ♫. It’s fisti-cuffing season. ♪ It’s the most wonderful time of the year ♫. these antlers are rated E for everyone. ♪ anybody can get it! ♫)
> He hopes he’s in bad enough health this year that the fighting urges are the worst of it.
#// i KNOW bologna is pork but I couldn't think of a good deer pun for spaghetti bolognese and I don't get paid for this.#if you're NEW HERE. he's usually in bad enough health that he doesn't have a rly bad rut season. and only sheds/grows antlers on a like#3yr avg cycle. (that's just an average though.) antlers are shed when post-rut testosterone levels drop. if alexa's in bad enough health#then the rut testosterone increase isn't significant enough that the drop is significant. and thus his antlers don't get the 'signal' to#shed. also deer have behaviors other than wanting 2 frick during rut. they get territorial and fighty and stupid.#also for the new ppl: for him the urge to frick comes in the form of 1) INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS akin to the voice telling him to JUMP when he's#on a high up balcony for example. 1b) these are specifically regarding the urge to /mate to procreate/ not just hook up.#2) the actual physiological experience of hornee.#he's only laid this out for one person so don't metagame. I'm just explaining 4 the ppl who weren't here last year.#also the intrusive thoughts and physical sensation don't... connect?#he's described it as akin to the nausea/food aversion that happens on a stimulant bender. and KNOWING he's hungry. ex. his stomach is#growling and aching and eating itself. he has low blood sugar fatigue and trembling hands. objectively these are signs of him being hungry.#but he's so nauseated and food is so unappealing that it all looks like plastic. or rotting garbage.#it doesn't look like a solution to the hunger problem. rut is like that except on top of that his brain is metaphorically going#'hey buddy here's the urge to eat that rotting garbage :3' it's rly not a good time. so he's hoping he's in bad enough health that it's not#an issue this year! maybe he will sabotage his health for good measure. yeah good thinking alexa 10/10.
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Me, chilling and literally just existing: :)
My bg monitor: 65 BLOOD SUGAR AND DROPPING GO POUR SUGAR IN YOUR MOUTH YOU DUMB BITCH
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sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with bad hypoglycemia because uhh medicine miscalculations and I eat and have to wait for it to go up to see if I've eaten enough and I worry that I'll pass out while I have weird shit open on my phone
#hands shaking while im on twitter looking at a thread of similar pics of taika and rhys#okay i was typing this as a joke but my eyesight is whiting out i need to go inhale more sugar immediately lol#my CGM says the blood sugar has dropped below 40 mg/dL 🥴#ari speaks
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fucking omar spiked me like a BITCH 🙄 i thought this was a guiness 0.0 but mf got me it w alcohol
#stream#i was like ok little bitter than before but maybe it’s been a while#halfway through i’m like ‘why does my blood sugar feel like it’s dropping this is all sugar’ it’s alcohol#i was like ‘this has alcohol doesn’t it’ like ok guess i’m KP now like when he went ‘just try it it’s no beef :)’ & it was fully a beef#cornish pasty i can’t even be mad bc of the alcohol but i want to strangle him but im also not that upset bc it’s ON BRAND FOR HIM
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*my blood sugar drops*
*Eats sugar*
*it makes me sick*
There is no winning
#eelslippers#im not sure why this happens. it has been going on for years.#my blood sugar always drops but ive been intolerant to sugar for years and when i eat too much it makes me nauseous#just how it is ig
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can't stop thinking about king!gojo who is so strict and intimidating in his court. the whole kingdom is scared of him. when he walks in the room, the chatters immediately silence as if you could hear even a pin drop clearly. when he speaks, everyone holds their breath and only exhale when the king is done with his sentence. his voice is not loud or hoarse either. it's mellow and alluring. but people know behind that sugar laced voice, is someone who shows no mercy who does him wrong. people have seen him behead his enemies within five seconds in the conversation. he spares none. he is ruthless. but you...
you are his weakness. his queen. no one knows what happens behind the castle's door. no one knows how he gets on his knees, kissing up your ankle to your thigh as he slowly lifts your night gown. no one knows how he is pleading you to let him have a taste of you. kissing it and licking it. nobody knows how their ruthless king has your thighs choking him as he eats you. the same voice that sends shivers down everyone's spine is now begging you to make a mess on his face. if someone were to glance at your window, they'd see his pale face glistening in your juices in the candlelights, blood rushed to his nose and cheeks like he has taken an aphrodisiac. your hands tugging his white strands. you take your hand back before you pull too hard and hurt him but he yanks your wrist forward, placing them back on his head. he looks up at you, parting his face from your core.
"pull till you see tears in my eyes. it is an order."
fuck. king's order. what choice do you have despite following it.
#i should stop yapping about gojo tbh#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#gojo x you#gojo x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#writers#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x y/n#royal au#jjk drabbles#jjk#jjk x you#jjk x y/n
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idk if anyone else has the problem that your blood sugar will get so low it's hard to eat, but i have recently discovered if i have a small snack (peanut butter crackers for example), it'll help bring it up enough that i will actually be able to eat a real meal instead of taking three bites (of the food i really need to eat) and not being able to finish because of how sick i feel from my blood sugar being so low
#remus talks#idk how applicable this is for people but it's something i have to do like three to four days out of the week#and has helped a lot#i do want to say i am not diabetic i just have issues with my blood sugar dropping
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Hotch request! Please sir, can I have a Hotch request? I'm trying to follow what you said about comfort but also Hotch being angry. So I get low blood sugars cause of my diabetes and I'd love if you wrote something about them being on a case and BAU!Reader is really busy trying to get stuff done, so she has a bad low blood sugar and sits down but one of the local officers thinks she's slacking off so she tries to keep going and Hotch comes in and defends her, making sure she has everything she needs and doesn't faint. Love you <3
ty for requesting!! hope this is okay <3 fem, 1.3k
“I understand.” You frown, phone pressed to your ear hard. “I totally understand, but it’s really important that I get to talk to her.”
“She’s on heavy medication,” the nurse replies, unimpressed by your asking, “she wouldn’t be much use anyhow.”
“I understand, but–”
“Listen, I’m sorry, but we have a lot to do here. I’m sorry we can’t help. Bye.”
You groan in frustration, bringing your phone from your ear to see the Call Disconnected notification flash across your screen. How are you and the team ever supposed to get answers if nobody wants to help? Your head rushes. You kid yourself into believing it’s annoyance like a hot flash, you’ve been sweaty for ages, but then reality cuts through. What usually makes you sweaty and dizzy?
“Where’s my test kit?” you murmur to yourself.
The door opens while you’re looking through your bag.
“Agent,” Officer Debs greets, a stout, sturdy woman with sharp eyes, “any news from Georgetown Psychiatric?”
You rummage frustratedly through your things. You should know better than to misplace your test kit. Doesn’t matter. You’ll just have to eat something quickly before you get any worse. “Uh, no, nothing they could help me with.”
“Did you call them?”
Your eyelids are getting heavier. You sit down on impulse, worried you’re gonna fall if you stay standing. “Yeah, I called them.” You’ve had diabetes for long enough to know what to do, but it’s always harder than it felt the last time when your blood sugar drops. It can be so sudden.
Realising you might need help, you clear your throat, about to ask Officer Debs if she can get the glucose tablets from your bag. You should’ve grabbed them —your thoughts are starting to thicken like someone’s poured cornflour into your skull.
“Is now the best time for a break?” Officer Debs asks.
You focus very hard on bringing your attention into the present. “No, sorry,” you say, standing up. You open your phone and direct to the contacts page, clicking your favourite contact at the very top.
Don’t know m where test kit is, you text clumsily. Hotch should still be in the precinct. Do u have it ?
“I hope you’re texting someone about the case,” Officer Debs says sternly.
You shove your phone into your pocket. “Um,” you say, getting confused now, and not wanting to be shouted at. You grab for the page of phone numbers you’d been making your way through, can’t get your hands to work. “I wasn’t. But I’m getting to it.”
“We really don’t have time to waste.”
“I know, but my blood sugar–”
She talks over you. “What’s the point in all our officers working day and night when you FBI agents can’t be bothered to put in the same effort?” Her voice rises. “It’s ridiculous!”
“It’s not ridiculous, we’re trying our best just like you are.”
“Clearly not!”
“My blood sugar,” you say, more insistently. “Stop shouting at me.”
The door opens quickly, creaking hard on its hinge. Hotch doesn’t slam it open, he never slams anything, but he doesn’t hesitate either. “I have it, you left it in the car after you tested this morning,” he says, your kit in his hand. He gives Officer Debs a surprised up and down. “Who’s shouting?” he asks, unimpressed.
You wouldn’t like to be on his bad side. “Hotch, I need a tablet.”
If he’s shocked at your lethargy, he doesn’t say. He ignores the officer from that point on. “Yes, I think so, too.”
Hotch is more efficient than you were, grabbing your tube of glucose tablets and shaking one out into his hand. “Can you take it yourself?”
“You want to chew it for me?” you ask.
He tips it into your palm. “Very funny.”
He opens the test kit on the desk and starts to extract the pieces. It’s quite complicated, especially for people unfamiliar with it, but you’re pretty sure Hotch learned how to use it the day he knew you had diabetes. He wipes his hands with an alcohol wipe and presses a test strip into the meter, careful not to touch the end, before wiping your finger with a new wipe, and readying the lancing stick.
“Gonna stick you, okay?” he asks quietly.
“Mm,” you hum, the glucose tablet like chalk between your teeth.
He sticks you. Some days it feels more painful than other days, but today it’s like a pinprick in a haze. He squeezes your finger, wipes the first drop of blood with a cotton ball, and dips the test strip into the second bead of blood, careful not to jab your cut.
In the five seconds it takes for you to get a result on the meter, he kneels down, pressing another cotton ball to your finger to stem the flow of blood. “Good,” he murmurs to you. The meter flashes on the table. “Not so good. Fifty nine, huh? How’d that happen?”
You shake your head slowly from one side to another. “I’ve no idea.”
“Okay. Well, that tablet’s not gonna do it, honey. Do you have any gels?”
“No,” you say apologetically.
“That’s fine. I’ll get you a drink.”
Officer Debs clears her throat. You may be foggy, but her awkwardness is palpable. “I’ll get it.”
“It has to be full sugar. Coke, if you can,” Hotch says. She nods in understanding and leaves in record time. Hotch turns back to you, his severity melting away. “She was shouting at you?”
“Tried to tell her about my blood sugar. She told me we’re not here to waste time.” You close your mouth, licking the glucose off of your teeth.
“How did you get so low?” he asks.
“Must have done something wrong this morning. Am I okay?”
“We’ll see. I think you’ll be alright.”
“Don’t usually get so dizzy.”
“When was the last time you were below seventy?”
“Don’t know,” you mumble.
Hotch peels the cotton ball from your finger and packs your things away cleanly. “Let’s see how you feel in ten minutes. After your coke. Now… what did the Officer say to you?”
He’s getting his facts straight. Again, you wouldn’t like to be on his bad side. You relay your conversation, Officer Debs hadn’t even been that bad, just uppity, stuck on her own assumptions rather than willing to listen when you’d needed a hand. Her lack of empathy could’ve really affected you. Low blood sugar is no joke.
You tell him, savouring in the warmth of his hand on your leg, how uncaring he is to be kneeling in front of you on the precinct floor. He frowns at you long and hard.
By the time Officer Debs returns, he’s on his feet again. “A word?” he asks her.
You don’t hear all of what he’s saying through the door as you sip your coke. He doesn’t shout, but he defends you with a heavy gravity. Officer Debs speaks up and he cuts her down, something about understanding, and then a more clear telling off, “I don’t want to hear about Agent L/N’s performance from you again. She’s my agent, and if she needs a break, she’ll take one. It’s none of your concern.”
“I understand.”
You feel much peppier when he comes back in, though he appears less so. “You’re nasty,” you say, smiling, happy to be defended, and happier to know you’re not gonna pass out.
He crosses the room. Still frowning, he takes your face into his hands, and he leans down inch by inch, until he’s pressing a soft, soft kiss to your lips. You barely have time to close your eyes before he’s pulling away, thumb pressed into your soft cheek. “Nobody gets to shout at you. Especially over your blood sugar.”
“It’s usually you telling me off for letting it get low,” you mumble.
He stands up straight, leaving you wanting for another kiss you won’t get, hands stolen back from your cheeks. “You’re ageing me prematurely. Drink some more coke, please, sweetheart.”
“What do I get in return?”
He touches your face briefly, as much of a promise as you’re going to get.
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