#and its 3am in canada time

[marshmcore]

I’m in a tf2 head cannon brain rot right now, BUT imagine how FRUSTRATED Scout would be trying to draw Sniper for the first time. I can imagine how frustrated he was trying to draw his STUPID SILLY hat for the first time.

Also in other news, Im loosing my mind (exaggerating) right now bc im trying to draw sniper’s hat, and ITS A PILGRIM HAT I- the proportions of it, why is the brim so short in relation to the tall ass crown. IT JUST SITS THERE LIKE HOW PPL LET A SNAPBACK JUST- AAAAAAAAA!!!

[flemingology]

night terrors ─ jessie fleming x reader

in which: you have a nightmare and jessie cares for you

warnings: mentions of separation anxiety but nothing too detailed

wc: 1.7k

a/n: wanted to get this draft out before i worked on some of the requests i received (thank you btw!). hope you enjoy this one!

Jessie had grown familiar with your dreaming. In the middle of the night, was often she found herself met with cold sheets when she went to wrap her arm around you.

In the early days of your relationship, the Canadian would find herself quite anxious about your nightmares. She would go after you when she noticed you’d slipped out of bed, ready to care for you. But when she pushed too far one time, ushering you to speak to her about it, it ended up in an argument and from then on she knew better than to pry.

This night, it started no different than usual. Jessie woke up as a light breeze crawled over her skin, silently cursing to herself for not having closed the window before you two fell asleep last night.

She opened her eyes to a pitch black room, realizing that it was probably hours before she would usually get up. She felt around her nightstand for her phone until her screen lit up and winced. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the bright light coming from the device, the clock reading 3:05.

Jessie sighed and rubbed her hands down her face, turning her phone back off. She turned around expecting to be met with your warm body which she could snuggle into, but instead there was only cold sheets and the smell of your shampoo lingering on your pillow.

She flopped back onto her back and sighed, realizing this was the 3rd time this week that you had gotten up in the middle of the night.

It had been a really tough week at work. You worked overtime every evening but still it didn't feel like the workload lessened at all. Every morning you would log into your account met with another abundance of e-mails and countless new invoices that you had to deal with.

You knew from experience that weeks like that usually had a big impact on your sleep at night. It kept you up nonetheless, but it also influenced the frequency of your dreams – especially the ones that would have you out of bed by 3am, lingering around the living room trying to find the peace that would allow you to climb back into bed and cuddle up to your Canadian.

So when Saturday morning came around, you would've loved nothing more than to be cradled into Jessie's loving arms. But instead you found yourself once again wide awake, trying to kill some time by reading a bit of the book your girlfriend had recommended you a few weeks ago.

Jessie had tried going back to sleep, but after countless tossing and turning her body had clearly made the decision for her. "Screw it," she mumbled under her breath. She threw the covers off her body and shivered again when another breeze snuck its way into your shared bedroom. She threw on an old Canada hoodie over her naked upper body and slowly made her way downstairs, not wanting to scare you.

Nonetheless, your attention was pulled by a pair of feet softly thudding down the stairs. You noticed how she engulfed herself in a hoodie and was wearing a pair of your fuzzy sweatpants, clearly feeling the cold of the chilly winter night.

Jessie loved Winter, growing up in Canada it was the season she thrived most in, but she despised the cold nights. Portland wasn't anywhere near as cold as Ontario – where she grew up –, but the cool air could still be relentless.

You set down the book you were reading in your lap and offered her a slight smile, letting her know that she was okay to join you. She shuffled her way over to the couch and plopped down next to you, immediately nuzzling her face in your neck and wrapping her arm protectively around your midsection.

"You okay?", she mumbled against your football shirt-covered skin. You put your book away before you hummed, carding your fingers through her hair as you felt her relax against your body. "I'm okay, dreams have just been keeping me up again. The intense week at work hasn't helped it", you spoke softly, trying your best not to disturb the brunette's peace.

Jessie started tracing patterns on the exposed skin on your stomach where your shirt had ridden up, before placing a tender kiss against it. She shifted against you so she was now facing you, placing her hand against your cheek as you leaned into her warm touch. "You wanna talk about it or you wanna go back to bed?"

You could tell she was nervous by the way her eyes were shooting all over your face. It happened many times that this conversation led to an argument before, both of you disagreeing with each other as to what you needed most. You insisted that you just needed space and a bit of time to get settled again before you would get back into bed with her, Jessie assumed that you would be better off in bed with her anyway.

You contemplated pushing it away, but you knew Jessie only wanted to help – and it was only right that she knew what was going on in your mind. If anything, she was the only one that would be able to help you, let alone you would allow to help you.

"I've just been having some separation anxiety lately, and it's reflecting in my dreams. I know we've been spending little time together, and I know it's my fault. Work has been overwhelming and it's been consuming me," you took a deep breath before you continued.

"But this week the nightmares have been mainly just... you leaving me. Leaving because we don't spend enough time together, because I'm too caught up with work, because sometimes I can't give you what you deserve."

You tried to look away from your girlfriend, trying to hide your teary eyes from her gaze. She didn't allow you though, grabbing your chin between her thumb and index finger and softly turning your face back to hers. She wiped away a stray tear that had made its way across your cheek and pressed a couple kisses on the wet trail it left behind.

A small smile crept across her face before she spoke up. "Firstly, thank you for telling me. I know this is a sensitive topic for you, let alone when it's about something like this. Thank you."

She pressed a soft kiss against your lips to accentuate her words, leaving you the space if you wanted to say anything. You didn't, so she spoke up again. "I get where this is coming from, baby. You had a busy week and we've barely spent time together. But this stuff happens. You work and I work. We're both on busy day-to-day schedules, let alone when the company you work at is going through a busy period." She kissed away another tear that had managed to escape your eye.

She grabbed one of your hands, that was still scratching her scalp, and pressed a soft kiss against it. "This right here," she pointed between you and her. "I'm in this for the long run, love. I'm not gonna leave you because you can't give me all your attention for a couple of weeks. If this was an issue for our relationship, we wouldn't have made it past a month. I'm away all the time, but I don't question your love for me and I'm sure your love for me doesn't waver either. Patches like this will keep happening. You will have plenty of weeks where you have to prioritize work over me, I will have countless camps and tournaments where I need to prioritize football over you. But that doesn't mean that I think we shouldn't be doing this. I'm head over heels for you and I can't imagine myself with anyone else. I love you."

You chuckled and looked up at the ceiling while you let your tears flow. "I don't know how I ever got this lucky, Fleming," you said with a strained voice.

You noticed a faint blush forming on Jessie's cheeks, the red tint visible as it was accentuated by your reading lamp that was still on by the side of the couch.

"And for the record, I love you too. Loads. And I can't imagine being with anyone else, either. I guess I was just too caught up with other things to be thinking straight. I know you wouldn't leave me over this."

You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned down to her, connecting your lips in a tender kiss. Jessie pushed herself up and put her weight on her forearm, leaning into the kiss. You whimpered as she pushed her tongue past your lips and deepened the kiss, allowing her to take dominance. You felt your girlfriend shift against you, but before she could pin you down on the couch you pushed against her chest and broke the kiss.

You leaned your forehead against hers and spoke up. "It's 4am, let's not get carried away," you mumbled under your breath. Jessie sighed in mock annoyance before she grinned widely at you, nodding in understanding.

She stood up and stretched out her hands towards you, pulling you up with her before leading you both back to the bedroom. She took her hoodie back off and contrary to last night, she did remember to close the window now.

Jessie made sure all the lights were turned off before she got in bed with you. You snuggled up to her side the second she was under the covers, causing her to let out a soft chuckle.

"I love you, Jess. Thank you for this. I know I don't always make it easy for you to know what you have to do, but you were perfect tonight."

Jessie pressed a sweet kiss against your forehead. "Anything for you, baby. And if that involves braving the freezing cold at 3am to save you from the mental monsters, then I will do so," she replied with a toothy grin.

You rolled your eyes and smiled, pressing a final kiss against her lips before settling your head down on her chest, ready for a few more hours of sleep.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

[young-royals-confessions]

GUYS PLEASE HELP I HAVE A QUESTION

it’s my first year in the yr fandom and yknow how the release date for ep 1-5 is on march 11, so do they mean that it will release EVERYWHERE once it hits march 11 in sweden, or will they release it INDIVIDUALLY when each country hits march 11 (for instance if you’re in the US, it would release in the east coast first at 12 am march 11 and then in the west coast at 12 am march 11)

It will be released at midnight March 11th Pacific time (Netflix HQ is in California). Everyone gets it simultaneously. So for me, it will be released at 3am my time. 😴

One thing to keep in mind is that on March 10th, the U.S. turns its clocks forward one hour for daylight savings. (I think Canada does as well?) So there will be a different time difference between the U.S. and most other countries than there is now.

So today, for example, there's a 9 hour time difference between L.A. and Stockholm, but on March 11, there will be an 8 hour difference.

[alexbkrieger13]

What are all the sports you follow?

Wsl (or just football in general), wnba, phl, others?

And what are the teams you are rooting for in each sport?

Do you olso watch tennis, volleyball or hockey sometimes?

If it’s not indiscreet: were are you from? I have a feeling we are from the same country (just bcs you said you can’t watch all the wnba games bcs the time being 3am in your country). If you don’t want to say were your from it’s understandable, I never know if people do like to share that info or not

Im Irish

Main i say would be sports wise football and hockey (basketball becoming a 3rd). otherwise love me some figure skating, gymnastics and rubgy when ever its on tv.

football:

-Club: Chelsea women, Bayern Munich, Portland thornes (only for jessie)

-International: Sweden.

Hockey: PWHL Montreal and Canada. (was a leafs fan back in the day as a kid)

Basketball: rn enjoying following the aces more closely this season.

[g-kat423]

An update on the state of my fics

Worry not, they are not on an official hiatus(I swear, it’s just really bad writer’s block and I am trying to find ways to coax myself back into writing) nor are they discontinued.

This is about my works and where they’re hosted. Ao3 is currently the only place I am hosting my works. I had been crossposting on Wattpad since late 2021, but I found out rather quickly that I didn’t enjoy how the app worked with its ads, algorithms, and generally young user base. I kept posting though because I figured it wouldn’t hurt to cast a wider net since some people only read on Wattpad. I also originally joined to keep an eye out for plagiarism as it was unfortunately becoming common for Lady D fic writers to find their completed/in progress fics being uploaded on Wattpad without their consent by some rando who wanted attention. I figured if there was a chance of my fics ending up there, it would be of my own volition and then it would hopefully be easier to get copycats taken down should it happen.

Well, as of today, I am no longer hosting my works on Wattpad. I have wiped the account of all fics and have encouraged everyone to follow me on Ao3 where the fics shall live on. I already had an issue with Wattpad in February. One of my fics was removed without warning due to a guideline violation they didn’t specify. My guess would be because the fic contained sexual content, but it was marked appropriately as mature and their rule about sex in fics is subjective and weird. You can have it, but its sole purpose can’t be sexually stimulating?? All erotica serves to be sexually stimulating so what’s this magical sex to story ratio? No matter, I reuploaded the fic and haven’t had a problem since. Until now, that is.

Today (or late last night since it’s currently 3am whoops) I became aware that Wattpad is doing a massive purge of fics as they’ve updated their community guidelines(afaik they still allow nsfw with that same subjective rule but before they allowed smut with 16+ since they’re Canada based and that’s their age of consent, but now all sex has to be between people 18+ doesn’t matter to me anyway since I only write sex between 18+ parties) and have now implemented ai tools to flag fics. This new ai moderation also added a fun new feature, shadowbanning! So basically when their lil ai bot flags your fic, it delists it from the search which removes it from the ranking until it’s properly reviewed and deleted or relisted and able to be searched again. Sure enough, I checked my fics and most were shadowbanned because hey, I write a lot of erotica, but everything was always marked as mature 🤷🏻‍♀️ there were only a couple that still were in the rankings aka not shadowbanned, but you know what? Fuck censorship and fuck ai moderation when it comes to fics. Ao3 might be slow to remove tos breaking works, but at least they’re all reviewed by humans and there’s no such thing as mass reporting since a work can only be reported once. I already lived through the 2012 FFNET purges and watched in real time as my favorite fics were deleted and authors left the platform for good. Luckily for me, I don’t care too much about Wattpad as Ao3 was where I started sharing my Lady D fics and I’ve always prioritized updating over there first. I just hope that my Wattpad exclusive readers make the switch and aren’t too upset by me removing my works, but I figured it was best instead of risking getting my whole account nuked since I can advertise my ao3 on my profile there as well as my final announcement.

For those of you who do crosspost or host your works on Wattpad, just keep an eye out and make sure you have backups of your work because when Wattpad deletes a work, it’s permanent and there’s no appeal process. They also don’t have the courtesy to send you a backup. Oh and be sure to check your works to see if they’re shadowbanned. If you look underneath your work and it doesn’t have the #1(or whatever number) in one of the tags you used (so like #4 in sugarmommy), your work is shadowbanned and not searchable which means it was flagged and might be deleted.

Anyway, ourwickedlies on Ao3. The Wattpad still exists as does a squidgeworld account, but ao3 is the only place that has my works.

[plenilune]

tagged by @endquestionmark an age and a half ago but I lost it in a tab. however I love to do a little Survey like it's 2004 on Xanga.

relationship status: ecstatically partnered, but non-monogamous

favorite color: the specific pale green smoothing to black of oxidised copper, and the dark dark pine green that is its companion.

favorite food: god I love food. favourite categories include: inventive sandwiches with many layers, very simple and perfect sandwiches (peanut butter, nice salami, ham on brioche with kewpie mayo, tamago sando, the old American man version of tamago sando which is very mustardy egg salad on toasted pumpernickel), tomato soup, buttered toast, ramens and stir fries, anything of the put an egg on it variety, Corey's chicken cooked in herbs and butter and white wine, Corey's strip steak, hot dogs from the roller grill at Speedway, anything you can order at a diner at 3am, Fancy Pizza, anything that goes in a fry-up, quiche, marble rye, beer bread, fresh baguette with cheddar, rosemary bread, focaccia, savoury scones, sourdough, bread, also bread, other bread, more bread,

song stuck in my head: perpetually the main riff from Charles Mingus' "Moanin'" (specifically this version), a tune which Corey and I have decided is just the soundtrack to an easily imagined animated piece about small terriers getting into Trouble. thus it has become the melody to at least a third of the little songs we sing to and about our small terrier when he is, getting himself into Trouble.

last thing i googled: kdjsshjkghs. well. it was "bicycle in tenebrae" because I watched the opening to Argento's Tenebrae last night and discovered the protagonist spends the first scene riding a MOTHERFUCKING CELESTE BIANCHI to the JFK airport and I needed to know if any other bicycle enthusiasts were talking about this. (a Bianchi is a very iconic Italian racing bicycle, often painted a highly recognisable shade of oxidised-copper blue-green called Celeste. anyway I happen to have one from the mid-80s because Corey, who works as a bike mechanic and salesperson at a terrible little bike shop that is absolutely exploiting them, scored a frame in perfect condition in my exact size and has been refurbishing her since like, August, and she is my pride and joy and the fastest and most beautiful bicycle in the WORLD.) the most ABSURD special-interest collision I've had in months. anyway Corey was able to identify the bike in the film down to the model and the approximate model year, which I thought was very sexy of them.

local time: 5:19 pm

dream trip: I want to show Corey (and everyone else I love) New York, the city I fell in love with, and Corey wants to show me London, which they fell in love with as a teenager, and we both want terribly to spend a month in Scotland, walking Edinburgh for hours and bicycling through the otherworldly green hills. I want to go back to Boston. I want to go back to West Virginia. I want to go back to Nova Scotia, and explore the plains of Canada as well, and I want to drive up the entire west coast and get my head lost on those long strange highways. I want to see Prague, and Tokyo, and Berlin, and Vienna, and Mumbai, and Sao Paolo, and Paris, and Beijing, and, everywhere that's a city that has become a myth of a city. I want to see places I'd never considered and fall in love with the unexpectedness of them. I want to take every single subway in the world. I want to go on a food tour of Italy, and Vietnam, and Turkey, and Morocco. I want to see forests that are older than any building I've ever touched. I want to see Australia, and Galapagos, and I want to get stoned as fuck with Rebecca and Britt in Atlanta and then go hiking, and for Corey and Rowan and Dylan and I to all cook a big meal together and then scream about tv, and go thrifting with JD in Texas, and have Kater show me her best weird secondhand shops in upstate New York, and Avery I want to lie on the floor with you and the record player and get so fucking lost, and I want all the people I love best to show me the places they love best, and tell me why it matters to them and try to see the ways in which they love that place and if I can get it inside of me, too. I want to see so much. I want to see everything.

[chamomileeteaaa]

BIRD BLOG TIME FUCKERS

Okay so I have no clue how I'm gonna do this, I assume a format will arise as I go. But right now it's 3AM and I wanna talk about my favorite little birds: the Whooping Crane.

The Whooping Crane is one of the only two crane species native to North America, the other is the Sandhill Crane. (WE'LL GET INTO THOSE GUYS LATER I LOVE THEM TOO)

Anyway Whooping Cranes look like this:

LOOK AT THAT AND TELL ME THEYRE NOT SO CUTE???

Appearance:

You can identify adult Whooping Cranes by their white feathers and patch of red on their head, which goes from their beaks to their cheeks! This patch of red is actually skin and isn't very feathery. They have long, pointed beaks, usually a gray color as you see above. They have yellow eyes and long, thin legs. I've also seen that these cranes often have the tips of their wings black.

Immature cranes have the same long beak and thin legs, but instead of white feathers, have a tan, cinnamon-brown coloring and no red spot. As they age, their white feathers come in, so the more brown feathers they have, the younger they are.

Did I mention that Whooping Cranes are really big? Because Whooping Cranes are BIG

The average height of these guys is approximately five feet (range of 4'1" to 5'3" from what I've seen) when they stand up straight, making them the biggest birds in North America. Their wingspan is 7.5 feet on average, though despite their massive height and wingspan, Whooping Cranes weigh roughly 15 pounds.

Habitat:

Whooping Cranes live in marshes, wetlands, fields, anywhere wet and grassy. They breed in the upper Midwest and around northwest Canada, and migrate south to the Gulf Coast, around Mexico.

I should also mention that Whooping Cranes are very endangered as a species. In the 1940s, due to overhunting and habitat loss, there was once only 21 Whooping Cranes alive—15 migrate birds in Canada/Texas, and 6 that lived year-round in Louisiana.

With human intervention, the species has now risen to a population of roughly 800 (I found an exact number of 836, but can't speak for its accuracy).

Here's a migration map I took of off savingcranes.org (please visit them, they're so cool)

Diet:

Whoopers (I saw someone call them that) ate omnivores, eating a mix of insects, amphibians, crustaceans, reptiles, and small fish and mammals. They'll also eat grain, marsh plants, plant tubers, and acorns.

Fun Facts:

Whooping Cranes' call sounds like a squeaky door. People will try to tell you it's this majestic, one-note mating call, but it is a door hinge that needs some WD-40. Here's a few videos on what they sound like :)

( https://youtu.be/NFzkXdZjQJM

https://youtu.be/8EobJR_jkjs )

Because of how Whooping Cranes almost went extinct, biologists had used aircrafts to teach young cranes how to migrate. (Here's an article on it: https://www.npr.org/2016/03/02/468045219/to-make-a-wild-comeback-cranes-need-more-than-flying-lessons)

They mate for life! They search for a mate at around 2-3 years, and then mate for life. They'll also continuously return to the same nesting and wintering territories. However, should their original mate die, they'll find another mate.

It's late, otherwise I would do more😭

Sources:

https://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/whooping-crane

https://savingcranes.org/learn/species-field-guide/whooping-crane/

https://www.nwf.org/Educational-Resources/Wildlife-Guide/Birds/Whooping-Crane

https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Whooping_Crane/?_gl=1*10vkxuh*_ga*OTQ5Mjc2MzYyLjE2ODg1NDEwODY.*_ga_QR4NVXZ8BM*MTY4ODU0MTA5NS4xLjEuMTY4ODU0MTEyNC4zMS4wLjA.&_ga=2.29534207.1501623720.1688541086-949276362.1688541086

https://abcbirds.org/bird/whooping-crane/

I highly recommend checking these sites out, not just for Whooping Cranes, but for other birds.

[ess-presso]

ty for the fic rec its been added to my tbr! i have more fic recs for u as well: yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool (but not as cool as me) by paintmegrey (another texting fic, absolutely hilarious it had me crying with laughter at 3am), and wading in waist-high water" by colgatebluemintygel (gbbo wolfstar au, absolutely hilarious and so sweet)

now for more taylor songs.... dress, champagne problems, delicate, and starlight!

as for me, im in western canada so pst timezone🙁 i couldnt possibly choose my favourite marauder cause i love them all so very much (except peter sometimes for obvious reasons but thats beside the point) BUT i am proudly a remus and regulus kinnie.🫶 they understand me like no other fr. favourite musical artist? again i cannot pick just one. i LOVE music so much (i play bass clarinet and clarinet & yes im a band kid) but some favourites will always be david bowie (ive got some of his lyrics tattooed lol), arctic monkeys, the strokes, the neighbourhood, taylor swift (ofc), lana del rey, hozier, and led zeppelin.

i would love to know ur fav artists too! and ur fav marauder (if u can pick just one)🫶

-bee

bee !! hello again :)))

OH MY GOD I FUCKING LOVE BAKE OFF. i actually trued to recreate a recipe at home with my best friend , but we ended up throwing flour all over each other and our cake was legitimately half-cooked. we ate it , got food poisoning, and stayed home from school the next day , so it was technically a win.

ANYWAY! i will absolutely be reading that fic ! and the first one too , it’s so interesting??? texting fics are my kryptonite , i will absolutely be writing one in the future.

now , for the taylor -

dress - ROSEKILLER - now i want to say wolfstar. except i don’t think they’d have ‘secret moments’ at fucking all. so that’s why i chose rosekiller. now , this is absolutely not canon based. (if we’re thinking canon-based , then i think I’d do jily ? if that makes sense , at all ?? like when they became friends & then slowly building tension , then secret dating to take the pressure off, then they finally tell everyone ahhhh. but it might also be a little jegulus solely because of the line ‘even in my worst times you could see the best in me’) now i chose rosekiller because i like the dynamic in which one of them (for doa , eg , it’s evan) has literally always been in love with the other. And the other is a clueless fucker , but then it picks up + sexual tension + suddenly they’re kissing in the back of a broom cupboard.

champagne problems - JEGULUS ( and brotherly Sirius + Regulus ) - now r u kidding , this is such a jegulus song !!!! ‘the real thing’ = lily !!!! ‘midas touch’ james being the golden boy n shit (ik the midas touch is bad but u gotta have suspension of belief okay) . now , sirius & regulus because of ‘on their knees and asks you’ sirius begging regulus to leave. begging on both knees. ‘ i never was ready so i watched you go’ him being scared to leave grimmauld place and watching sirius escape through the window.

delicate - JEGULUS - ‘my reputation’s never been worse , so you must like me for me’ regulus being like that in literally every world like ‘why you like me you weird ass fucker WHY DO YOU LIKE ME NO ONE ELSE DOES’ ‘is it chill that i said all that?’ also seems like a very james thing to be asking , yk ?? . anways , this is them in doa , especially. ‘ is it too soon to do this yet?’ james wants to date reg and reg being like ‘boy we’re just kissing fuck the fuck off’ (he’s lying dw)

starlight - JILY - this feels so them on the very first dates and every thing . they’d go dancing , and lily would know that she’s gonna marry that guy, and they would randomly start talking about the kids they’d like to have ‘ten kids & teach them how to dream’ (except they only had the one kid and never got to teach him how to dream 🥲)

fic rec fic rec for uuuu - ‘teach them how to dream by im_still_tryin_to_find_it’ . ( ft jegulus , marylily , rosekiller , little harry , reg as a kindergarten teacher , + trans regulus )

now onto chatting -

damn , pst ? i looked it up and i’m fully 8 hours ahead of you . like it’s nearly midnight there , & here i am walking to my classes.

and i get u on the peter thing. i hate him in canon , and like him in other fics where canon is disregarded. i don’t even notice if he isn’t there in some fics to be honest.

directly contrasting to u , i consider myself very much sirius ! in many ways , except i do not expect a friends-to-lovers arc anytime soon. I can swim , so not reg , but i do very much love reading ( took english lit as an alevel and everything) so a little remus may still be in me (love chocolate too)

you’re so valid for not picking out a favourite musical artist , fr .

me , it’s got to be tay tay , simply because i put my playlist on shuffle and i am never ready - is it gonna be a bop , heart breaker , making me tear up ??

oh my God a band kid ??? that’s awesome honestly kudos to u for being patient and learning those instruments i could never

david bowie is so valid of u . i absolutely adore all his songs. and oh my god , a tattoo???? that’s so fucking cool !! now i wanna know which lyric you got.

i want to get a tattoo too , but i’m going to try and convince the best friend to get one with me (he’ll agree, he always does , but he’ll scream in the chair i just know it. , just to over-exaggerate the pain and make me feel all sorry for him)

(bee atp just come and chat with me in my inbox . you don’t even need to send taylor songs anymore (u can if u want of course) & let me give u q’s to answer in ur next ask (if u drop in again which i hope u do!) what’s your zodiac sign ? favourite tv show ? favourite colour ? fave marauder girl ? AND YOU GOTTA TELL ME THE BOWIE LYRIC OKAY)

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

hey Пчёлка! (sorry for the unoriginality but it's literally 3am 😅)

IT SNOWED TODAY!!!! not a lot but i'm still excited :D

I gotta answer the favourite ice cream flavour question from the ask game first because I've found out something very interesting.

Ok so i'm about to say something very weird and apparently very Canadian, but my favourite ice cream flavour is tiger tail(tiger tiger, tiger, tiger stripe. I've seen many variations) ANYway this is gonna sound like a weird combo if you haven't tried it but it's basically orange ice cream with black licorice ice cream swirled throughout it (weird ik) but while I was looking up the actual proper name of the ice cream I found out it's a Canadian only thing, not only that but it's a regional flavour so only certain parts of Canada has it???

anyway I fell down a loop hole and now need to know what you call the metal shopping carts at the store, knitted caps that you wear during winter, and also what do you call you 1 dollar coins? (buggy, tuque, and loonie for me)

November kinda sucked but it's the last week (were'd all the time go?) I started a new job this week which is really exciting

DUDE I WAS JUST ABOUT TO START PRIORY OT THE ORANGE TREE! it's been sitting on my bookshelf for way too long

I finally seen legally blonde and it was sooooo good, I watched in with a group so i'll probably need to re-watch it later, oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

IT isn't actually that scary unless you don't like clowns, in which case it might not be your piece of cake

man weather is so weird. one time at the end of august I remember it started to snow while we were driving home not for very long but still strange. I had you use the converter thingy to understand 70°F but 21°C IS UNREASONABLE FOR FALL! THAT SOUNDS TERRIBLE. Right now its -1°C with the low for tomorrow(today now) at -13°C which i'm kinda dreading.

it's not really important but I did want to say when I started talking to you I was using she/they(i think i was?) but now i'm using they/them so that's cool I guess 👍

regale me with your random LOTR facts I only knew 2 of the last facts so if you have more i'd love to hear them!

I also liked to mix up spices when cooking as a kid. Most of the time it didn't work well but one time I found out that if you're making a sweet carrot cake (or cakes like that) and you're making cream cheese frosting, adding a bit of garam masala to the frosting adds a bit of a kick and cuts the sweetness in a non overpowering way!

i'm so glad I can further continue my 'everyone I talk to must listen to alvvays' agenda. I don't think I have a favourite song on the album but I do love Pressed and Belinda Says. Also turns out that Blue Rev is a Canadian only drink made Ontario.

y'know what's homophobic to me specifically? Both my favourite bands have only 1 show here and it's in Toronto (very far from me) IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER. Toronto winters aren't particularly nice.

Music thoughts from the last couple of days are really old french songs (the classics from like Lucienne Boyer and Edith Piaf, that kind of music) they all kinda remind me of the comforting orange of street lamps in the dark and drawing before going to bed

signed someone who's literally so close to falling asleep

-el

IM SO SORRY MY INBOX INTIMIDATES ME AND SOMETIMES I JUST IGNORE IT

Hello my darlin’ El!! My favorite Canadian! My favorite anon!

Nothing to apologize for, my dear. That nickname is probably my favorite ever, I’ll never get tired of it

SNOW, that’s so cool!!! We actually got a little bit here in the last couple weeks too! Barely any, but something!! Just a ✨dusting✨

Okay so that sounds so strange and I HAVE to try it. If I ever visit Canada, I am searching this out 👀 Idk if it’s regional, but we have a snow cone flavor called tiger’s blood! It’s kind of like a fruit punch sort of flavor. I was more of a cotton candy kid. Or the weirdo who got banana flavor

Regional dialects are so fucking cool!!! For us, it’s shopping cart, beanie, and penny!idk what it is but tuque is just such a fun word. Very pleasing to say, feels nice, idk. Maybe I’m just a weirdo LMAO. I’m trying to think of some of the weirder regional words, but my brain is so empty right now.

Oh congrats on the new job!!! How is it going?? I’m sorry your November was rough, I hope December treated you more kindly! It’s been a rollercoaster for me, but I have a feeling 2023 will be a good year for me. I’m being stubbornly optimistic 🫡

Speaking of!!! Happy new year! Do you have any resolutions??

Did you start Priory? If you have, what do you think?? It’s high on my list, but I recently got One Last Stop and Gideon the Ninth, so I bumped it down. I’ve GOT to read OLS so I can read the Ronance au, and Gideon the Ninth is just,,, lesbian necromancers in space and I’ve been obsessed with it despite not reading it ever

Oklahoma weather my beloathed! She’s a wicked she-devil!! We’ve gone from a pleasant 21°C to -29°C wind chills in the span of a week!! I love it soooooooo much!!! (Kill me please.) I hope your weather has been tamer and you’re staying warm up north!!

Oh that’s so cool dude!! Good to know!! I’ll make sure I remember <33 They/them pronouns kinda hit different man. I’ve swapped mine officially from she/they to they/she. Not a huge difference but something in my chest feels so much lighter with they 🥰 Gender fuckery is fun

More silly LOTR facts, eh? Well, J*ke G*llenhall auditioned for the role of Frodo Baggins! Supposedly it was one of the worst auditions! Christopher Lee, Saruman, is the only actor to have met JRR Tolkien himself! Believe it or not, Nicolas Cage was the original pick to play Aragorn! I still think Viggo Mortensen is one of the best casting choices of all time tho, sorry Nick

Oh I’ve never heard of that! I’m writing it down for future baking purposes 🫡 I have recently discovered that garlic powder and onion powder are my best friends and I will put that shit on everything

Incredible choices! I need to give the album another listen. Maybe I can Ronanceify a song in your honor <33

That’s terrible!!! I am so very sorry <33 I get the feeling man, even a lot of US tours just,,, skip over Oklahoma. I’m sooooooooo bitter about Noah Kahan not stopping by somewhere I can see him. The closest show is a state away, 4 hour drive with current gas and hotel prices? YIKES. But! I got Paramore tickets and I WILL lose my entire shit that day

Definitely will check those out! Personal music thoughts for me,, still obsessing over the entire Stick Season album, but The View Between Villages especially. Been really into the hot gay girl shit/lesbian villain arc kind of genre. Devil Is A Woman by Cloudy June? Incredible

With warmth and sincere apologies for the weight,

- Max/Lo

[badstargateimagines]

Good morning team! It’s time I address the elephant (Daniel Jackson) in the post with us. I have received a few comments, chief among them being prev, bringing to my attention that the above cursed image of Daniel Jackson is AI generated. Being as I pride myself on keeping the art of human generated bad memes alive, I feel it’s important that I address this and explain myself. I am doing this out of my own volition because oh my fucking god dude I posted ai generated Daniel Jackson and I have to see it anytime I get a notification and I feel like a Facebook boomer rn.

Thank you prev and all the other people who brought this to my attention I love you all so much and together we can stop our favourite memers and mutuals from posting AI stuff. I will break this down piece by piece so I don’t miss anything.

Explanation

As we all know, I make these high-quality posts from my state of the art office (my toilet) in my fortified compound (my family acreage) in rural Canada with state of the art editing software (Instagram stories and occasionally affinity photo). Regrettably, due to the nature of my blog being goofy, and my goofiest thoughts occurring around 3am, this has resulted in going on google and finding pictures and images at 3am when I needed to be up at 6am. Being as I was half asleep and that Google now has AI generated images on the first page of search results now, my usually less than stringent quality control missed how fucking bizarre and unsettling that picture is. My fuck up, I will make sure it doesn’t happen again. If it does, we can all throw rotting produce at me in the village square.

Why I’m addressing this

Brother, I fucking hate AI. I’ve already lost one job (content writing) to AI, I will not have it make me lose another (being the shitty meme plug for a niche sci fi show). While AI has its place (writing cover letters to be read by another AI), I don’t think we should have let finance bros touch it with a ten foot pole. Since AI has become the hot button thing lately, with known shitty company Adobe now having AI learning from user’s Creative Cloud files, I have decided to be an old man yelling at clouds over it. AI also, for me personally, makes me extremely fucking lazy and I’m already an object at rest, so AI makes me practically catatonic. The reality of living in a future where machine learning can write fan fiction for you, is that if you don’t lose your brain, it atrophies and bounces around your head like a tumble weed. I hate to prove Aristotle right about anything, but he kinda ate with the whole knowledge and self-actualization thing.

Actions I’m taking

I will not be removing the unsettling uncanny valley Daniel Jackson because: a) if I were to edit the post and take out AI Boy, his corpse would still be dragged around in a victory lap depending on which version is reblogged, and b) it should bring you all comfort to know that this post jumpscares me anytime it comes up in my notifications. With that said, in the future, in order to limit the public humiliation that comes with accidentally posting AI bullshit, I’ll stick to home grown pictures and images from the personal archive. At the very least, I’ll use a search engine that can keep AI off my fucking lawn and in turn off of your lawn.

If I do it again

If this happens again, rest assured it’s by accident. You are always encouraged to tell me if one of my posts contains AI images. Thank you to everyone who brought this up this time because keeping AI bullshit off of our collective lawns is a team effort. I appreciate how nice everyone was in bringing this up and I love you all so so so much. Like I said, I’m addressing this formally so that there’s no ambiguity on my stance, not because I felt any sort of pressure. I think it’s important to extend people the same courtesy they extend me when something like this is brought up and take the effort to explain myself and the actions I’m taking moving forward. If you think that’s unnecessary, then I respect that, but I feel it is necessary to own up to my own fuck ups when they’re pointed out so kindly 💖🥰

Hehehe that is SO me when I hehehehe

[productsreviewings]

Fantasy turns into actuality as we watch The Mandalorian Season 3 Episode 3 this week on Disney Plus. Or at the least the parable not appears to be a fantasy. Or at the least there are some big beasts that Dean Zarin (Pedro Pascal), Bo-Katan Kryz (Kate Sackhoff) and Grogu need to take care of.The Mandalorian Season 3 Episode 3 Launch Date and TimeDate: Wednesday (March 15)Time: 3am ET / 12am PT / 8am GMT / 7pm AEDTFinal we noticed of our space-navigators, Din the Armorer was on his quest to redeem himself within the eyes of the remainder of the Mandalorians who imagine he should immerse himself within the residing waters of Mandalore. That was his primary job, and he did it. He was then forcibly dragged underwater.So, it is as much as Bo-Katan to avoid wasting Din (once more), as he jumps into the water after her. Whereas swimming, he handed some type of big beast, which might be the enormous Mythosar. With that, he steels himself and continues, and finds Dean downstairs.The episode ended with our heroes (and their allies) again on the water making an attempt to determine what was happening. We anticipate The Mandalorian Season 3 Episode 3 to steer with a query about whether or not or not they only noticed The Mythosor and the way that ties into Dean's plan for redemption.Elsewhere, Pelli Motor's R5-D4 astromech droid will get a brand new crew member days after its buy. We have additionally seen loads of collaboration between Bo-Katan and Dean, which creates an attention-grabbing dichotomy between the 2, since Zarin cares rather a lot about The Creed and Cryze is completely happy to unmask him as typically as potential.This is the whole lot you have to watch The Mandalorian Season 3 Episode 3 (one in all our prime picks for brand new reveals and films to look at in March 2023). When is The Mandalorian Season 3 Episode 3 Launch Date on Disney Plus?The Mandalorian Season 3 Episode 3 premieres on Disney Plus on Wednesday (March 15). (opens in new tab)It drops at 12 am PT / 3 am ET / 8 am GMT / 7 pm AEDT. Disney Plus pricing data has lately modified in the US. Now, historically the ad-free layer is ($10.99 per thirty days (opens in new tab). There's additionally the brand new Disney Plus Primary, an ad-supported tier $7.99 per thirty days (opens in new tab).Within the UK, Disney Plus will set you again £7.99 per thirty days or £79.90 per 12 months, in Australia the worth is AU$13.99 per thirty days and AU$139.99 per 12 months.We have additionally received the complete The Mandalorian Season 3 launch schedule for each episode.Tips on how to Watch The Mandalorian Season 3 InternationallyDisney Plus is offered in Australia, Austria, Belgium, Canada, Denmark, Finland, France, Germany, Iceland, India, Indonesia, Eire, Italy, Japan, Luxembourg, Mauritius, Monaco, Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Portugal, Spain. Sweden, Switzerland and the UK, so having access to The Mandalorian Season 3 will not be tough.At the moment's Finest Disney Plus Offers (opens in new tab) (opens in new tab)

[confetti-critter]

Frooty loops

[ask-aph-angel-canada]

YOOOOOOOOOOOO

[mentallyrecovering]

Mania for me is

Extremely racing thoughts. Not “fast” thoughts. I mean racing fast every split second is a different thought. It’s hard to form sentences during mania. You can switch topics in a split sentence and it goes on the ENTIRE time during mania.

It is extreme hyper sexuality. Masterbating 10-15 times a day. Having sex with someone or multiple people 5 or more times a day. Going from one person to another to get sex if you can’t get it from the person you are with and it’s non stop hypersexuality the ENTIRE mania time

Extreme impulsive behavior. I don’t mean you are at the store and impulsively buy a candle or a toaster. I mean you go to the store to buy the entire craft store and the candles and the candy and then you go to the book store to buy every book then you go to the car dealership and buy a car. You impulsively buy things until your debit and credit cards get decline. You speed 100+mph hour because it’s fun and you are impulsive. It’s life ruining impulsivity. Impulsively driving to Canada to buy a fishing pole. Impulsively buying a plane ticket to Japan. It’s extreme and weird impulsive behavior.

Can be irritable. I don’t mean you get annoyed for 5 minutes and calm down. I mean you are pissed off about to explode and snap the ENTIRE time while manic. It doesn’t come and go it stays for like 98% of the time while manic. Irritable mania is separate from happy mania so it’s usually distinct episodes or irritable/happy. A mixed state is different than irritable mania.

It’s thinking you are god. You are better than everyone. Your superior and everyone else is below. God thinks your special. Your crochet is the best in the world. You take on new crafts because you think you are great at everything. You tell everyone how great what you are making is. It’s not that you have confidence in yourself and you are causally saying you think you did a good job. It’s a “I’m fucking great at this this is the best idea anyone has come up with I’m awesome for inventing it” feeling. It’s almost constant and it’s way more than thinking you are better than someone.

Its not sleeping. I don’t mean I’m not tired because I had a cup of coffee before bed. It’s I sleep for 1 hour and stay up for 30. I don’t feel tired. I’m wired I don’t need sleep I can go on forever. There is no crash until the end of the manic episodes. If you are manic for 8 days you barely sleep for 8 days. You stay up till 3am sleep till 4am and get up feeling well rested like you slept for 20 hours.

It’s getting hyper fixed on something. Crochet for 30 hours. You had a goal to do something. It’s not a “I’ll finish by next week” goal it’s a “I’m going to do this for 30 hours straight without stopping to finish it then start a new project I’ll focus on for 30 hours” thing. You can’t focus or don’t focus on anything else. It gets in the way. Fuck everything except your music or your crochet.

It’s constant talking. I don’t mean excited talking about your hobby you love. I mean fast talking gasping for air you forget to breathe talking. I mean talking and not being able to be interrupted talking. I mean 1000 words a second talking. I mean talking till you need to gasp for breath talking.

I’m sure I’m forgetting something but that’s what mania is for me. If you relate to these EXTEME symptoms then you might be bipolar. It’s something people notice. Mania isn’t an everyday behavior. If you are manic people know and tell you. It’s a clear change of your personality. It’s distinct from your baseline.

[bitchapalooza]

America would 100% be the guy to pay to get his face plastered on a bus. But he wouldn't know what to say on it he tasks Canada to submit the text but America would not look at it until its on the bus. When its finally time, he sees his pearly white smile and golden blonde hair and then in big bold letters "I raid the fridge at 3am for gogurt whilst in my spongebob boxers". Canada calls it a call out post but better.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Shielded. Chapter Four

Happy Sunday all, back to the usually scheduling this week. I hope you enjoy the next week of lockdown with Jamie and Claire <3 Mod MBD.

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It does not matter what you bear, but how you bear it. [Seneca]

CHAPTER FOUR: WEEK TWO - Home and Away.

As Monday rolled around again, the weekend having passed by in a blur, Claire sat at the breakfast table with a fresh cup of coffee in her hands. Having ventured down during the day on both Saturday and Sunday, she had hoped to bump into Jamie and pass on her thanks to his generosity but he had been out before sunrise each day and she had been asleep before he’d returned home.

Resolute, however, she chose to spend her day downstairs and hopefully get something on for dinner before he came back so she could at least start the week off right.

Fate, however, wasn’t on her side. By 10pm, with the lasagne tucked away, wrapped in foil, in the fridge, she covered her mouth with a yawn and pulled herself up the stairs to bed.

The crash and smashing of a glass bought her out of her sleep as the clock beside her bed clicked over to 3am. Pulling herself from beneath the sheets, she crept downstairs, eager not to scare him as she approached the kitchen.

“Couldn’t sleep?” She asked, knowing full well he had only just returned home.

He was stood by the sink, cold lasagna on the countertop and his mucky boots still on his feet. With the fork held to his mouth, he smiled as he took another bite of the pasta, chewed and then shook his head. “I havena ever been the best sleeper but it’s lambing season, aye? One of them got into bother and I couldna leave her until I knew she was safe.”

“And she made it?”

“Aye. I was luckier tonight than I was at the weekend.”

“Oh, dear...that doesn’t sound good.”

“It’s the job, I’m afraid. If I didna lose at least a handful a year I’d be shocked.”

It was the first real (and longest) conversation they’d had since she’d arrived and she was suddenly grateful for the company. He was calm, grounded and relaxed in the way a lot of city dwellers weren’t. She could tell in the slump of his shoulders that it didn’t matter how long and awkward his day was, how messy or how little sleep he had gotten the night before, he was still weightless almost, free of the constraint modern living brought to most.

“I wanted to say thank you,” she broke in, remembering the reason she’d half-blindly stumbled down in the middle of the night, “you’ve been so amazing - to get me materials for a garden, that’s...above and beyond the call of duty.”

“Ach,” shaking his head, he finished the last of his supper, balled the tin foil up and placed it in the bin, “dinna fash yersel’ about that. It’s no’ a problem.”

He was embarrassed, she could tell. Abashed, his accent had become incredibly thick and almost impossible to understand. But it was quiet enough here that there was no background noise to blot out his sentence and luckily she didn’t have to ask him to repeat himself.

“Well, nonetheless,” ignoring the slight reddening of his cheeks she continued, “I am very grateful to you. For everything.”

With nothing more to say between them, she waved, smiled and backed off, feeling strangely pleased with herself for breaking the silence between them. Hopefully, she thought as she climbed the stairs back to her room, there would be some evenings in the future when they could eat together and she could show her appreciation by making him something warm and fresh.

-- --

By mid-week, she had yet to see Jamie again. His work was intense, and yet, despite that, he had still managed to begin construction of her tiny garden.

In her haste she had forgotten that she wasn’t allowed outside the house and, as she’d watched the greenhouse foundations being laid, she had become almost inconsolable about the fact that she probably wouldn’t get the chance to tend to any of the produce grown in it.

She knew, however, that safety was more important than new hobbies and she chose, instead, to make detailed lists of the daily needs of each of the seeds and plants Jamie had procured for her.

She started with the tomatoes and grapes, which needed to be contained within the glass walls in order to collect enough light and heat to survive. She noted water levels, soil PH and balance and daily rituals which would need to be abided by in order for the best crop to be formed. It filled most of her days and when the sun went down, she’d swap her notepad for the computer as she researched all the differences she might see in her fruit and veg determined all by the way they were treated as they grew.

Though she had never been an artist, she started to search for youtube videos on how botanical art could be created. Having no coloured pencil crayons or watercolours, she stuck to pencil sketches and began to leave more post-it’s, this time with future predictions on what the garden might produce for the household.

Once again Jamie enjoyed coming home. There had only been a few days lapse in her communications but when he didn’t see her for days, it was the one thing he could rely on to buoy his spirits.

They were different, in so many ways, but on a subconscious level, he pondered to himself at night as he held the drawing of some rare cabbage in his hands, Jamie felt as if they had very many similar quirks. He’d been pleased that his idea to leave her be for as long as she needed had been a success and was grateful she felt at home enough to reform her life around his. Her asking for the garden made him realise how easy it might be for someone else to fit into his own life without causing him much grief.

It was only a small thing, but to him it had made a huge difference. Having lived alone for so long, he had almost forgotten how malleable people could be. Though, he thought as he rifled around in the fridge for more pre-made meals, he had probably just gotten lucky with Claire.

The thought also occurred to him that she had been inadvertently raised more suited to this life than her old one, but he didn’t know enough about her to advance on the notion.

It wasn’t until late on Thursday when they came face to face together. After another heavy day and late night, Jamie finally toe-ed off his work boots at nearly midnight and made his way, quietly, through to the kitchen.

He had not expected to nearly bump straight into Claire has she dished up what looked like a very tasty stir fry.

“I thought you might be sick of reheating pasta dishes, so I thought I’d try and wait for you this time.”

“Ye didna have to, it’s very late.” He scratched the back of his neck bashfully, even she couldn;t find the truth in his words and she smiled as she placed a fresh bottle of soy sauce in the centre of the table. “But this does smell delicious.”

“It’s taken me a few attempts to hone it, but I’ve been practicing most evenings this week to try and get it perfect, flavour as well as how long I need to cook the veg for.”

“What’s the meat?” He asked, watching as his stomach rumbled audibly.”

“I used the duck, I hope you don’t mind. I used chicken earlier in the week but I couldn’t seem to get it as tender as I wanted it and a few forums online suggested that duck might be a better substitute if I wanted meat with a bit more moisture.”

“Perfect. Use any meat you want from the freeze, for anything. Honestly, I forget most of the time what I’ve got in there.”

Placing several bowls filled with various meats, vegetables and sides, she went back to the sink to wash the remaining stickiness of her hands before beckoning him to start without her. “I had hoped you weren’t saving anything for a special occasion.”

“Ach, I think the virus has put pay to anything like that for a while,” he began, filling his plate with noodles, duck and beansprouts, “my sister - she lives in Canada now - had planned a summer visit, but we’re no’ sure of anything at the moment.”

“Is she the one in the photo,” Claire enquired, taking a mouthful of her own concoction and swallowing back the relief when it tasted nice - a mixture of sweet and savory that wasn’t as overpowering or as dry as it had been earlier on in the day when she’d made the first of the final tests. “The one with brown hair?”

“Aye, she is. Her partner, Ian, got a job out there a few years ago and they emigrated. We talk as often as we can on Skype and FaceTime but it’s become sporadic recently wi’ my erratic work hours. She’s a nurse, ya see, and works odd shift patterns too. But we try and keep in touch at least once a month.”

“Do you miss her?”

“I didna really think about it, we were close....until we werena. Then they moved away and I fell into a new routine.”

He had begun to speak without thinking, filling up the silence with answers to her questions as they ate in between conversation. He had, though, had the forethought to stop before giving too much away. The thought hurt his heart and he had to inhale between a bite of his dinner to gather himself back up. He knew, given time, that he would be alright with sharing his past (as he hoped she would be with hers) but tonight wasn’t the night for revelations.

Sensing his reluctance to continue, she moved on, understanding that she herself wasn’t in a place to open up about her own family life.

“I can imagine Skype is about the only way most are communicating at the moment.” Sighing, she started to collect the empty dishes and load the dishwasher. “I’m quite grateful, actually, that I don’t have anyone to keep in touch with. It’s all...quite scary.”

It was the first time Jamie had consciously thought about the pandemic, being cut off from the outside world had its benefits and he felt relieved that he could separate himself from the constant barrage of news that he supposed others would be exposed to. He realised that both he and Claire were unique now, part of a smaller section of society where being remote was almost a blessing rather than a curse.

“If you ever need to talk, lass,” standing, he helped to clean up the remaining mess from dinner, his hand almost brushing against hers as he wiped the countertop down, breaking only to hover for a second before returning to his job, “ye know where I am. Please dinna think you have nobody...if yer concerned, aye?”

“Thank you Jamie.” Pulling her fleece cardigan across her chest she walked slowly to the kitchen door, pausing for a second in the doorway just to make sure she’d left nothing out to go cold and mouldy overnight. “The same to you. I’m a good listener, I promise, if you ever need to talk, or if you need any help.”

She’d been thinking about his life on the farm for a few days now, watching the rolling hills out of her window, seeing the sheep and cattle on the horizon and -very occasionally- seeing the silhouette of him roaming his land. There was little she could do from indoors, she knew, but there had been chores around the house that she could potentially complete. Putting herself to task, she had learned new basic kitchen skills but only this morning she’d noticed the beginnings of a hole on the seam of his trousers as they dried on the rail in the courtyard and she thought it might be something she could tend to...should he be alright with it.

Leaving with the quiet settling calmly between them, she noted the relaxing of the muscles in his face as he smiled and nodded as she turned and carried herself to bed.

Resting against the faux-marble worktop, Jamie closed his eyes as he waited for the soft slam of her bedroom door before he followed her up. She just might, he thought to himself as he undressed himself, taking a towel from his radiator and making his way to the shower, be better equipped for this life than I am.