When I get blood samples at work sometimes theyāre still warm from being imminently inside the patientās veins and my hands are always cold because all the labs Ive work in are in the basement and they keep it kinda cold for whatever reason (and Iām also just a chilly kid).
And I clutch the little warm tubes of blood and feel this sick person warming my hands and I think about how kind you might be and how I wish I could hold your hand and how badly, how really really badly, I want you to get better and stay warm and hold someoneās hand again.
And anyway sometimes itās better to not think so vividly about the people Iām doing tests for. Iām a good little cog in a vast machine of people all trying to heal and cure, and my cog feels so fucking small sometimes. But I hope the blood I prepare for you helps you breathe better and laugh and wake up feeling well rested.
Weāve never met but you warmed my hands and I want you to know I love you and Iām rooting for you.
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The above is a video shared by smrchildsadness on Twitter, showing a person participating in a pride parade exchanging a pride flag with a person standing on his (am using his pronoun based on the TikToks/Tweets of what happened) doorway who had a Portuguese flag. There are sounds of cheers and crying and the two people hug each other as they exchange the flags. The man at the doorway then waved kisses to the crowd within the pride parade.
The Tweet says: "NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HE WAS WAVING THE PORTUGUESE FLAG BECAUSE HE DIDN'T HAVE A PRIDE FLAG AND THEY TRADED FLAGS AND HE'S SO EMOTIONAL TO GET HIS OWN PRIDE FLAG I'M EMOTIONALLY RUINED"
For context, apparently they were worried that maybe he's a nationalist because he was waving the Portuguese flag and some nationalists opposing the pride march were waving that flag. But upon interacting with him, it turns out he didn't have have a pride flag and he wanted to wave *a* flag in support of the pride march. So they had an exchange and now he has his own pride flag šš„¹.
The image above is a Tweet by kunwara_ladkaa that says "I'm crying so much right now (Image taken by Manuel Fernando AraĆŗjo/Lusa)". The image shows the same man from the pride parade crying as he hugs his new pride flag.
The above image is a Tweet by dudz_zZzz that says "ainda não parei de pensar nele," which according to Google translate from Portuguese to English is "I still haven't stopped thinking about him." The image is a drawing of the person from the pride parade, crying as he hugs his new pride flag.
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She's such an off putting freak and she makes everyone so uncomfortable and uneasy and she's such a wet blanket and she has the biggest stick up her ass in the whole wide world I love her
Thanks for the prompt @carnationsandrobots! Here's a bit of post-canon Nightbutcher:
28. ā...I don't hate you.ā ā...you donāt?ā
CW: Character injury
Jenny doesnāt think any of the kids notice; theyāre too jubilant after solving what sounds like a long, difficult case involving multiple hellhounds, a demon, and a bunch of Tories. Edwin is switching back and forth between bickering with Crystal and scolding Charles for being reckless. Charles is too busy making cow eyes at both Edwin and Crystal. As usual, Niko is just happy to be there. None of them seem to notice the way the Night Nurse grimaces when Niko brushes by her and sticks to the edge of the room, leaning slightly against the wall.
āWeāre going to go out to celebrate,ā Crystal tells Jenny, eyes bright. Itās good to see her in her element, even though Jenny still doesnāt think a pair of seventeen year olds should be running around London chasing after hellhounds, demons, and asshole politicians. āDo you want to come?ā
Jenny shakes her head. āSome of us have work in the morning.āĀ
āHow about you, Charlie?ā Charles calls, one arm thrown over Nikoās shoulders, the other one around Edwin. āYou coming?ā
The Night Nurse sniffs. āThat is not my name, Charles Rowland.ā
āWell, you wonāt tell me your name, will you? Gotta call you something.ā
She doesnāt look like she agrees. āThereās no need to celebrate doing our jobs. Weāre professionals.ā
āSure, we are,ā he says easily. āProfessionals that are taking the night off. Cheers!ā
āJust make good choices,ā Jenny calls as the kids pile out the door. āOnes that donāt involve demons.ā
āNo demons, we promise!ā Niko beams at her over her shoulder before the door closes behind him, leaving the office suddenly quiet and empty.
The Night Nurse sighs and shakes her head. āThey should be working on their bloody reports, not out gallivanting. This is why nothing ever gets done around here.ā
āRight.ā Jenny goes to retrieve the first aid kit from the drawer the boys keep it in. It annoys her that she spends enough time here that she knows the layout of the office like the back of her hand by now. āWhere are you hurt?ā
The Night Nurse blinks at her. āI am not hurt. I am an eternal, trans-dimensionalāā
āYeah, youāve mentioned. But youāre an eternal, trans-dimensional being thatās been swallowed by at least one fish, so itās not like youāre Superman.ā
āWho the bloody hell is Superman?ā
āJust show me where youāre hurt.ā
The Night Nurse rolls her eyes at the ceiling and raises her left arm.
āJesus Christ,ā Jenny says emphatically when she sees the dark bloodstain drenching the side of the Night Nurseās brown jacket.
āItās nothing. It will heal.ā
āWhat the fuck happened?ā
āThe hellhound got in a lucky swipe. Hellish beings are one of the few creatures that can hurt me.ā
āWhat, so you were just going to not say anything to anyone?ā
The Night Nurse draws herself up, which would be more impressive if that didnāt make her wince. āThere was no need. This wonāt kill me.ā
āJust take off your fucking jacket, Charlie.ā
She expects the Night Nurse to protest, but instead she just sighs and shrugs off her jacket. āI keep telling all of you, my name is not Charlie.ā
āWell, then you should tell us your actual name, because trust me, Charlie is the nicest of the things we could call you.ā Jenny grimaces when she sees the mess under the Night Nurseās blazer. The hellhound must have gotten its paw under the blazer; the side of the Night Nurseās shirt is shredded, the white fabric soaked with blood and sticking to her skin. āJesus Christ.ā
āYou keep invoking that name, but I assure you, He has nothing to do with this. Thatās an entirely different department.ā
As she has with the many, many things in the nearly a year since she found out that ghosts and demons and fucking dandelion sprites exist, Jenny decides not to ask. āShirt off.ā
āThatās notāā
āI promise, I wonāt tell any of the other eternal, trans-dimensional beings that you needed a fucking Band Aid.ā
With a huff of exasperation, the Night Nurse begins to unbutton her shredded shirt. āYouāre a butcher. I donāt see how youāre qualified to give me medical attention.ā
Jenny smiles thinly. āMeat is meat.ā
Her patient doesnāt seem impressed by that, but Jenny wasnāt expecting her to. Still, the Night Nurse pulls her shirt off. Jenny carefully doesnāt pay attention to the sensible white cotton bra or the swell of freckled cleavage underneath. Mostly because the four gashes slashing from the Night Nurse's hipbone and up her side to nearly her armpit are incredibly distracting. Jenny has never been squeamishāyou canāt be in her line of workābut she still winces at the sight.
āYouāre lucky those aren't deeperā she tells the Night Nurse.
āIf they were, I still would have been fine, because as I said, immortal trans-dimensional being.ā The Night Nurse sighs gustily, which does interesting things to her cleavage that Jenny does not take note of. āProceed, if you must.ā
āThanks,ā Jenny says dryly and ducks into the bathroom that adjoins the officeāwhich looks a hell of a lot nicer after a year of Crystal and Niko being a fixture hereāand wets a few paper towels. When she returns, she finds the Night Nurse sitting on the desk with the air of a disgruntled cat whoās about to just let the vet close enough to scratch the shit out of them. Her fingers drum impatiently on the desk as Jenny approaches.
āI do hope this wonāt take long,ā the Night Nurse says as Jenny slips on a pair of latex gloves and begins to gently wipe the drying blood off her skin. āI have work to do.ā
āDonāt you always?ā Jenny mutters.
āThe Lost and Found Department does not run itself.ā
āDoesnāt your boss lady, who is actually Niko but old, run the Lost and Found Department?ā
āThe Principal is second only to Death. Sheās far too busy for the likes of the Lost and Found Department.ā
And doesnāt that just make Jenny dizzy that Niko is going to grow up to become Deathās second-in-command, but due to time fuckery in the afterlife, she already is. Another thing that Jenny isnāt thinking about, because it makes her want to go hide in the closet that Edwin and Charles are always ducking into to ādiscuss things.ā
āWell, the Lost and Found Department is going to have to survive a night without you.ā Jenny canāt feel the Night Nurseās skin through her gloves, but it looks soft. Freckled too, which is weird. It seems like an eternal trans-dimensional being shouldnāt have something as human as freckles. She has a little scar under her belly button. Jenny wonders where she got it, but doesnāt ask.
The Night Nurse harrumphs.
āYou donāt usually go with the kids on cases,ā Jenny says.
āI wanted to be close at hand, given that a demon was involved.ā
āIn case Edwin got dragged to Hell again?ā
āExactly.ā The Night Nurseās lips press into a thin line, like the admission pains her.
Thatās the other thing that the kids haven't noticed: that despite all her sighs and scoldings and complaints about being forced to linger on this vile mortal plane, the Night Nurse clearly cares about them. In their defense, the Night Nurse is about as affectionate as the feral cats Jenny used to leave food out for behind the butcher shop back in Port Townsend. She seems only slightly less likely than the cats to scratch your eyes out for getting too close.
āThis is going to sting,ā Jenny warns her as she pulls an antiseptic wipe out of its packet.
āIām not human. Itās hardly going to botherāow.ā
Jenny raises an eyebrow at her. āYou were saying?ā
The Night Nurse huffs, but thereās a hint of a rueful smile around her lips.
āMaybe if you're going to keep taking on hellhounds, you should brush up on some self-defense,ā Jenny says as the Night Nurse tightens her grip on the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white.
āMy self-defense is that I cannot die.ā For the first time, the Night Nurseās voice carries a tinge of strain.
āA few inches to the right and your guts would have ended up all over the ground, which wouldnāt have felt great, immortal or not.ā
āThe beast took me off guard.ā The Night Nurse grimaces as Jenny moves on to the deepest of the gashes. If she were dealing with a human, Jenny would probably suggest stitches for this one, but she can guess how that would go over.
āBut you didnāt tell the kids you were hurt.ā
The Night Nurse watches Jennyās hands work, brow furrowed in concentration. āThey were busy dispatching the demon. I did not want to cause a distraction.ā
āAnd afterwards?ā
āThere was no need for a fuss.ā
Jenny snorts.
āWhatās so funny?ā The Night Nurse asks severely.
āAll that complaining about them going out to celebrate, and you didnāt want to worry them.ā
āThey would not have been worried. Trust me, I am well aware of what you all think of me.ā Something flickers in the Night Nurse's expression.
āAnd what do we think of you?ā
āYou hate me.ā
āI don't hate you."
The Night Nurse actually looks surprised at that. āYou donāt?ā
āNo,ā Jenny says. āDo you think Iād be spending my Friday night stopping you from bleeding to death if I did?ā
āI cannot bleed to death. And no offense meant, but in the months Iāve known you, the only plans I've ever seen you have are with four teenagers, two of whom are dead. Did you have any other plans for your Friday night?ā
Yeah, Jenny really needs to start getting out and meeting new people. Fuck, she hates new people. āAnd for what it's worth, the kids donāt hate you either.ā
āI donāt know about that,ā the Night Nurse murmurs, glancing down.
God, why is Jenny always the one stuck giving people pep talks around here? Sheās the least qualified person to give a pep talk, except maybe Edwin, whose encouraging speeches always seem to circle back to that time he went to Hell. āLook, Iām not going to lie, youāre kind of a pain in the ass.ā
āThank you for your honesty,ā the Night Nurse says dryly.
āI havenāt forgotten about that mind fuck thing you did to me when you were looking for Crystal and the boys.ā
āThere were extenuating circumstances.ā
āThe extenuating circumstances were that you wanted to take an innocent kid to Hell, so that isnāt really the defense you think it is.ā She seems to have nothing to say to that, so Jenny presses on. āYou donāt seem to understand child labor laws, you think everything has to go exactly your way or itās the end of the fucking world, and look, we get it, you hate earth. You can stop bitching about it now.ā
The Night Nurse regards her with narrowed eyes. āI was under the impression you were trying to convince me that you donāt hate me.ā
"But I know you're the reason we were able to get Niko back," Jenny says. "And I'm pretty sure you're the reason more demons haven't come after Edwin since he escaped Hell again. And you do look out for them, even if you're determined to make sure everyone knows what a hardship it is for you.ā
āI take my responsibilities seriously. I was tasked with looking out for them by the Principal herself. Andā¦ā The Night Nurseās gaze flicks over Jenny. āAnd not everything about the mortal plane is entirely unpleasant.ā
Jenny finds herself lost for words, unable to do anything but stare at the Night Nurse in surprise. Look, sheās out of practice on the whole dating thingābesides Maxine, though she doesnāt like to think about thatābut sheās pretty sure the Night Nurse just flirted with her. And Jenny, who is thirty-five years old and not a blushing teenager too hopped up on hormones to think straight, has no idea what to do with that.
She doesnāt think she hates it, though.
Jenny clears her throat and busies herself with grabbing the bandages out of the first aid kit. āIām just saying, it wouldnāt kill you to stop radiating disdain at all times. Maybe you and the kids would get along better.ā
The Night Nurse sniffs. āIāll take it under advisement.ā
Theyāre quiet as Jenny wraps the bandages around the Night Nurseās torso. Thereās no way to do it without getting close, close enough that the Night Nurseās hair keeps brushing her cheek. She smells nice, like vanilla. Jenny usually has steady handsāyou have to as a butcher, or youāre going to lose a finger, like her dad did towards the end when the drinking got really badābut she keeps fumbling the bandage, distracted by how close her cheek is to the curve of the Night Nurseās shoulder.
As soon as she ties off the bandage, Jenny steps back, snapping off the gloves and tossing it in the trash. āOkay, you should be all set. Just try not to get in fights with any more hellhounds, okay? Someone around here has to have some sense of self-preservation.ā
The Night Nurse sighs gustily. Jenny continues not to look at her cleavage, but Jesus Christ, they need to find her a shirt thatās not covered in blood. āThank you, Jenny. I appreciate it.ā
āAny time,ā Jenny says. āAnd next time, just say something.ā
āThere wonāt be a next time,ā the Night Nurse says. āLike I keep saying, Iām an eternal, trans-dimensionalāā
āPain in the ass,ā Jenny grumbles.
The Night Nurse actually laughs at that. Not her usual sardonic bark of laughter, but a real laugh. Itās a nice laugh.
Fuck.
āItās Asa, by the way,ā the Night Nurse says.
Jenny is trying to think around the fact that sheās pretty sure sheās attracted to the most exasperating woman sheās ever met. Who isnāt even a woman, but some kind of immortal being. āWhat?ā
āMy name. Itās Asa. Not Charlie.ā The Night NurseāAsaārolls her eyes. āDonāt tell Charles. Heāll be even more insufferable than he already is.ā
Jenny feels her mouth tugging into a smile against her will. āYou can buy my silence by going an entire day without complaining about the mortal plane even once.ā
āImpossible.ā
āYouāre an eternal, trans-dimensional being. Pretty sure your whole existence is impossible.ā
āClearly not, since I am sitting right here. Unfortunate, since I do not belong on thisāā
āAnd there you were, about to complain about the mortal plane again, werenāt you?ā
Asa opens her mouth, then closes it. Sheās cute when sheās befuddled. āYou didnāt specify when the day was supposed to start.ā
āIt started about a minute ago.ā
āWell, it is not my fault that there are so many things to complain about. Like those blasted cellular devices the girls are always waving about. All the knowledge in the world at their fingertips, and they waste it watching Tic Tacs andāā
Jenny rolls at the ceiling as Asa launches into her familiar list of complaints. Well, she's always had disastrous taste in women, she supposes. She may as well see where this goes.
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