far and away the best hangover cure (tummy-problems-main as mine are) is
egg, fried over-easy in butter and mayo (and bacon grease if u have it), with worchestershire sauce and chili flakes (1 egg necessary, 2 eggs lovely, 3 eggs hedonism but go for it)
over starch of ur choice and raw veggie of ur choice if u feel up for it (my usual is nice big toast + arugula with lemon juice)
and a can or three of sparkling apple cider vinegar drink. i get the ones from traders joe but i bet u can make ur own, i think it's just sparkling water + acv + ginger and lemon juice or whatever flavors (the ginger is SO IMPORTANT tho)
I would still use my turn signals in the Mad Max Wasteland. They'd call me "Signal" because I'd hit my blinker before ramming the enemy hot rods into the side of a desert ravine. I'd use my turn signal every time. They would respect me for this.
When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week
i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’
people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333