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Irene: Care to sit? I'm sure you'd like to take some weight of your cloven hooves.

Bradamant: Calling me the devil? How original, Irene.

Irene: Actually, I was calling you a goat. You goat.

Morgana all the way! But Gwen: so sweet, adorable, utterly gorgeous. Arthur, very much agreed, seriously hot. Personally though Merlin is very lovely and beautiful.

TV shows and movies that made me notice my bisexuality

The Good Place

Tahani- Damn.

Jason- Fuck.

Harry Potter

Harry and Cedric- Damn

Hermione and Ginny- Fuck

Lucifer

Lucifer- Damn

Maze- Fuck

Les Misérables

Éponine- Damn.

Enjolras- Fuck

Once Upon A Time

Captain Hook- Damn

Little Red Riding Hood- Fuck

Merlin

Arthur- Damn

Morgana- Fuck

From a Facebook post;

Passing this on.

I am a Family Doctor and I want to keep a promise made to a patient.

Julie was a healthy, post-menopausal woman in my care who came in for a periodic health examination. One of my routine questions, in what is called the “Review of Systems”, was to ask if she had experienced any vaginal bleeding.

She said “No” but then laughed and added, “Other than when my period came back for a few months last year”.

All health care professionals are taught early on that ‘vaginal bleeding in a post-menopausal woman is Cancer of the Uterus until proven otherwise’. This comment by Julie was, therefore, a red flag (no pun intended) prompting further questions, an examination and an ultrasound of her pelvis.

Julie was surprised to see me so concerned, especially since the symptoms had not recurred over many months.

Sure enough, a pelvic ultrasound and tissue sampling confirmed Cancer of the Uterus.

Julie underwent a hysterectomy and radiation therapy. She is now healthy, cancer-free and is expected to stay that way.

After all this was done, Julie sat ME down for a talk. She told me she’d had no idea a ‘short return’ of her period after menopause was a danger signal. Furthermore, she addressed the topic with friends over coffee and discovered that, out of 20 women, NONE of them knew this symptom was abnormal! She admonished me to “Tell women this! Don’t assume we know it!”

From that day on, I have kept Julie’s advice in mind when talking with post-menopausal patients. But recently my wife suggested that I should take this to a wider audience.

So, Julie, this is for you:

If you are a post-menopausal woman and your period ‘comes back’ or you have even one episode of vaginal bleeding, TELL A HEALTH CARE PROFESSIONAL and insist on having it investigated!

Wishing you all good health and long lives.

Yeah it’s definitely been centuries if not millennia. I’m not sure how long dragons live but it’s absolutely been ages of them together.

Li Ming x Ao Shun with 66? Because like you I also cant stop thinking about them.

“Do not tickle me.” Ao Shun sleepily muttered into his pillow (black silk, obviously). Li Ming stretched and groaned and curled up against his side, reaching for him again and sliding his fingers over Ao Shun’s back to wrap an arm loosely around his hips, pressing his face to the dark hair spilling across the covers.

“That wasn’t the intention.” Li Ming replied, nestling against him, eyes barely half open, intending on allowing himself to slip back to sleep for half an hour more if he could. Maybe an hour, there was nothing too pressing to deal with, and he’d showered before going to bed.

He’d returned late, had a long and very hot shower to work out the aches of travelling, and crawled into the bed that Ao Shun was already occupying, reading underneath the light of a solitary lamp.

He’d been too tired for much more than crawling under the covers on the other side of the bed, his side of the bed if they were in the same world (he always slept closest to the door, a constant protector, even at night), and had been asleep before Ao Shun had even wished him goodnight, or hello for that matter.

“Good morning.” Ao Shun said, now that he was a little more awake, he rubbed sleep out of his eyes and shifted to hold Li Ming and he kissed the top of his hair. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have in weeks.” It was always the same response. He always slept better when he knew that his partner was less than an arms reach away.

The finest beds, thick and plush mattresses of feathers, large enough to fit a half dozen people in it and probably a few pets as well, and they always ended up pressed against each other. Curled around one another, bodies touching, even when it was a hot night, they still would sleep close, fingers brushing when the heat became too much to tolerate. Li Ming may run cold, but Ao Shun ran hot and it quickly became uncomfortable for Li Ming to be wrapped up in what felt like a furnace to him.

Ao Shun smiled. “Good, you were exhausted last night, you work too hard mon etoile.” Li Ming tilted his face up to smile at him with sleep hazed eyes. “Oh… you forgot to wash your eyeliner off. Hold still, I need a picture of this.” Li Ming huffed and rolled away from him, pulling the covers up over his head.

“I am going back to sleep.”

“Lí…” Ao Shun softly said. “My raccoon.” Li Ming sat up and glared at him.

“We are not making this a thing.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his dressing gown as he got up and padded toward the bathroom on warmed tile floors. “I am not a raccoon, I was just tired.”

“I know you were, love. Come back to bed and there will be no more mention of your resemblance to adorable little creatures.”

“I am taller than you.”

“Barely-there-resemblance. Come back to bed, please.” Li Ming sighed.

“Just because you asked me nicely.” 

Lí means raccoon, which is exactly what I needed to find out today and made me do the happy hand flappies

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Awww, this is so adorable! *hitting Arthur repeatedly* you’re so stupid, so so stupid.

A drunk Merlin hitting on Arthur and Arthur getting very flustered (and surprisingly pleased) about it.

"Hello, your majesty," a voice slurs to Arthur's right. Oh no.

"Merlin, I was gone for an hour. All you had to do was wait in our room, how did you—" Arthur remembers that he left Merlin with Gwaine. Arthur would very much like to reach back in time and punch himself in the face. "Ah."

"You know," Merlin says, and leans into him heavily. He coughs once and tries to push him off, wrenching his lukewarm drink from him at the same time, "You're very pretty."

"Thank you, Merlin," Arthur responds, averting his eyes in an effort to stay stoic.

"No, really," and that one almost comes out like a purr, all low and secretive. "Especially when you're out of that stupid chainmail."

"Right, well, the chainmail is kind of necessary, Merlin," he manages. Speaking is rapidly becoming... difficult. Especially with Merlin draping his arm around his shoulder and mumbling into his ear.

"Is it?" His breath is hot and smells of alcohol, and Arthur has to shrug him off again.

"You aren't being yourself, Merlin."

The light in his eyes dims a little. But then he blinks and scoots toward him again—this time with an entirely different approach.

"I sometimes wonder," Merlin says with something devilish playing at his lips, "If you choose not to learn how to dress yourself."

Arthur's voice is rough when he speaks. "Why would I do that...?"

"Because," he replies with a grin, "Then... well, I'd have to keep changing your clothes for you."

He feels Merlin's hand dancing across his thigh and grips it, pushing it away. His face is burning, he must be bright pink, and his heart is thudding hard.

"You're going to regret this tomorrow, Merlin. I swear I'll make fun of you until you die."

"Worth it," he mutters as he takes to playing with Arthur's hair. He tries not to think about how nice it feels.

"Right, that's it. Enough. Time to go to sleep," Arthur says with a finality which Merlin can puzzle out, even with a muddy brain that's been addled by alcohol.

"Nooooooo," Merlin whines as Arthur takes his forearm and drags him from the tavern.

As he marches his best friend back to their lodgings, Arthur has to remind himself that princes don't fall for servants.

Aww, this is adorable! They’re one of my fave couples of all time.

Kai and Irene walk into a hotel room (pre-lost plot) and Kai sulking because there's two beds

You have a genuine problem! 😂 can’t wait to see who’s in the box this time.

I am not sorry in the slightest

Enjoy Irene crying over the death of...

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Obviously, I hope that everyone in Ukraine stays safe and Ukrainians deserve all of our support right now but I also wanted to say that my heart goes out to all people in Eastern Europe and Central Asia who have been living with the fear of Russian intervention for years and now see their worst fears come true. I see so many posts about how "we shouldn't worry as Westerners because the war will not affect us directly" and while this is absolutely true, I wanted to take a second to acknowledge those who do have to live with the fear that it might affect them directly. I don't have anything more to offer than words and it's not worth much but if you are from Poland, Estonia, Kazakhstan or any other country close to Russia or Ukraine and you are afraid because you don't know what the current events means for the future of your country, I am with you in thought and sending you a warm hug with this post.

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