#do is make me NOT feel fecking tired good GODS

[contagious-addiction]

Bruh I just slept for close to 10hrs how the fuck do I still feel like I didn’t sleep At All

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

I DID IT!!!! I FINALLY FECKING DID IT!!!!! I REWATCHED THE ENTIRE LOTR TRILOGY!!! and do i EVER have some tHOUHGTS hdosidhsaodi below the cut ✨✨✨

FIRST THINGS FIRST:

was it as good as i remembered??

short answer: yes!!!!!! long answer: oh my gfucijing go d soj shjues us god mother of shitw yEes yes yseeeessss 😭😭😭 (baby birb had better taste than present birb but don't tell anyone i said so 👀)

there are loads of things i missed before, as well as things i didn't understand, but i understand them now :'D it always gave me that wriggly weird feeling in my chest even as a kid, just like 'lilo & stitch' or the song 'reflection' from mulan, but i didn't know WHY. turns out, these things touched my heart and it scared me, bc emotions have always scared me. but ive learnt to appreciate them as well. not all tears are an evil. i know what gandalf meant now :'D

does it hold up????

in my opinion, it does!!!! some of the cgi may look a bit wonky to modern eyes, but for the most part it's totally fine, if not better looking than some more.....recent films 👀 i've never been a great fan of slow-motion, but it's used mostly effectively here, to enhance the drama as opposed to taking up space (sure the feckers are long enough without it anyway 🤣) the core message of the film is beautiful and timeless. there is hope and goodness and love in our world, and it's worth every ounce of courage in our hearts!! it's as true today as it was when the film was made!! as true as it was when jrr tolkien wrote his stories!! if i believe in anything at all (much as i often profess i don't) it's only that our world is worth fighting for.

are u still after shipping aragorn and legolas??

YEAH. IM BASIC SO WHAT??? i JUST LIKE IT OK. I JUST. LIKE IT ;A;

will u be making more bad jokes now??

OF COURSE I WILL!! do u even KNOW me it's like u don't even KNOW me wtf. there's just a lot this time so. OK HERE GOES 💪😤

i can't believe smeagol was always just. like that lol. baby birb did not realise it was the same character as gollum btw. baby birb was. silly 👀

THE CAIN INSTINCT PREVAILS ONCE MORE!!!

'wake up, sleepies' is how i greet my cats in the morning btw

lol merry and pippin look high as FECK. baby birb didn't understand that lmao, i thought they were just tired 🤣

well, at least the gang are back together!! (mostly ;A;) merry & pippin dancing on tables, eowyn bringing aragorn a drink....good for them :'D

also!! nice pyjamas, lads!!! they all look so cute omg ;A;

THE ORB!!!! that's great, we here on tumblr love orbs, this is-----oh shit is he dead?? *SHOVES MERRY*

omg when aragorn grabs the orb and falls over and then legolas grabbed him 👀👀👀 I JUST WANT THEM TO KISS OK

the third act break up btwn merry and pippin is so sad 😔

aaAAH!! A CHILD!!!!! D: scary!! ;A;

every time elrond says 'there's nothing for u here' i keep hearing 'this is a DECENT town and a LOCAL shop!! there's nothing for U here!!!' lmao 🤣

the king's hall at minas tirith could use a few throw rugs or sth tbh, maybe a couple paintings. bit sparse in there really :P

right i'll just say it: the witch-king's fell beast's head looks like a di--

YAAAS PIPPIN LET'S DO SOME ARSON!! :D

aragorn's arm-flail run is back and it sparks so much joy i love him i love him i love hi

i've counted THREE (3) BLATANT WILHELM SCREAMS across these films!!! one in ttt, and TWO in rotk!!! incredible

i can't believe denethor says 'yeah i wish u died instead of ur brother. rip i guess' 😐 TO HIS FUCKING FACE!!! evil. faramir's gonna remember that FOREVER. u got to be careful what u say to ur kids bc even if they don't bring it up again, they will never ever forget. my dad called me 'useless' once when i was 15 and i still think about it sometimes. DO NOT SAY WEIRD SHIT TO UR KIDS. IM BEGGING U ;A;

despite denethor's A+ parenting, faramir is a nice guy, totally willing to lead his men on a death march to a fight they can't possibly win, throwing away their lives (and their horses) on an impossible task for the futile hope of making his father love him. rip 😔

NICE SINGING PIP!!! reminds me of irish sean-nós singing, traditional music from ireland ;A; (here's an example :D)

ngl watching denethor eat is like watching the Dinner Scene from texas chainsaw 1974 👀

OH LOOK DAD'S HERE!! hi dad!! thanks for not giving us any facial expression as a hint to what dad wanted, theoden, ur so. helpful ._.

'hey so listen ur gf is dying and since she's my daughter that means i have to make sure U don't die so. here.' *SWORDGASM*

actually that sword was baby birb's fav bits. baby birb LOVED swords ;A;

THE WORST BIT. eowyn tries to confess her feelings and aragorn rejecting her is SO PAINFUL AND AWKWARD AAA ;A;

BEEG DRUMMERS IN THE ORC ARMY!!!! and SIEGE MACHINES!!

legolas squinting at the ghost like 'this guy SUS'

aragorn's 'u WILL suffer me 😠'

it never occurred to me when i was a kid, but the gang are doing a bit of fucking. NECROMANCY here aren't they??? like???

wait who tf is iorlas

OH is it that hot blond??? NICE. i like him >:3c

being a wizard is cool bc u can cast spells OR if ur gandalf u can use the staff to wHACK DENETHOR OVER THE HEAD!!!! he's got a shillelagh and i'm glad of it 😌 (baby birb used to listen to da's political music and one of the songs had a line about being 'whacked with a sprig of shillelagh' which i got a kick out of 🤣)

'we should TAKE the broken city pieces and THROW IT AT THE ORCS!!!' :D (read it like the spongebob meme pls)

'GROND! GROND! GROND!' ('grond' refers to the biggest door-knocker EVER)

gollum u need to stop fat-shaming sam, ur being #problematic and they're gonna cancel u 😩

'CRUMBS ON ITS JACKETSES' lol silly that's a CLOAK!!

OH FECK FRODO'S ALLERGIC TO SPIDER BITES!! ;A;

it might actually be easier to carry him in that cocoon

'don't go where i can't follow' FUCKING KILL ME 😭

[women screaming]

i still don't know what an eored is. or WHY i don't know. why

denethor re-enacts 'flashdance' lol (except he intends to burn himself and his son alive)

OH SHIT THE MAD MAX COSPLAYERS ARE HERE

oh no!! uncle's horse!!! (oh and uncle, oh no!)

HERE IT IS. THE LINE WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR. I AM NO MAN!!! rip uncle tho lol.

can't believe he really pulled the 'u should smile more, ur so pretty when u smile' rubbish before 😒

WOW we should have hired ghosts AGES ago, they can go thru walls and everything!!! O_O

MERRY AND PIPPIN ARE BACK TOGETHER!!! yay~

sam is SUCH a badass, look at him go!! 'AND THAT'S FOR MY OLD GAFFER!!!' adding to his kill count with tears in his eyes :'D

sauron moving his beam around like 'EYE SEE U!! EYE AM LOOKING UPON U!!!'

aw feck frodo's doing the jesus thing where he falls down a few times but has to get back up ;A;

'a day may come when i stop memeing on this line....BUT IT IS NOT THIS DAY!!!!!'

lol they're bullying gollum, u love to see it 🤣

SAM STOP BEING PERFECT FOR FIVE SECONDS CHALLENGE LEVEL: IMPOSSIBLE

DO IT KING!! TOSS THAT SHIT!!!!

'what are u waiting for?!' 'i've got to give it a chance to defeat me, it's only sportsmanlike, sam!!!'

LEGOLAS'S FACE. WHEN ARAGORN FALLS DOWN. u can see his mouth go like 'ARAGORN' but it's slow-mo and silent ;A; he just starts shoving ppl out his way to get to him hdoasdiasadisj im. gay

AND THEN THE VOLCANO. and pippin sobbing 'FRODO!!!!' ;A;

god all this lava and frodo and sam haven't got any shoes smh

'uhgh i had an awful dream where my finger got chomped off by this freakish little----OH HAI GANDALF!!!!'

his friends are so happy to see him, they are all so happy omg ;A; THE SHIRE THEME STARTS PLAYING WHEN SAM ;A;

tbh sam and frodo could have made out at ANY point and it would have been less gay than. whatever tf had been going on btwn them the entire trilogy 👀

aragorn singing all elfy adn handsome an di love him i love him i lo

legolas all done up as well, they do a mutual shoulder clasp and he's all demure they look like a fecking WEDDING ok they are getting married ;A;

lol arwen looking out from behind the banner like 'PEEK A BOO!!' always sends me 🤣

(another thing that always sends me: legolas and gimli keeping track of their kill count lmao 🤣)

AND THEN ARAGORN DOES A BIG SMOOCH ON HER IN FRONT OF EVERYONE??? INCLUDING HER DAD????? 😳

'my friends, u bow to no one' SIR UR FRIENDS ARE TERRIFIED (except pippin, he's ok with attention 😌)

THE LADS GO HOME!! SAM GETS THE GIRL!!! THERE'S A WEDDING!!! then the sad bit ._.

side note: galadriel is low-key terrifying and i love her for it. she is such a FREAK, idek how to explain it or why i think so but i just. do 👀 she talks and there's a reverb on her voice, she smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes!!!!! SCARY 👀

'not all tears are an evil' fuck u gandalf stop stabbing me in the heart over and over, ur bullying me ;A;

WOW NICE JOB NOT PREPARING UR FRIENDS FOR UR DEPARTURE AT ALL FRODO!!!! jfc u could have at least TOLD THEM, this is FAR more traumatic and shocking!!! >:V

awww he and gandalf hold hands tho omg 🥺

THEY'RE ALL CRYING AND IM CRYING AND IM UPSET AND BABY BIRB LEFT THE ROOM ALREADY ;A;

and then they SAILED OFF INTO THE SUNSET!! for some reason. (oh right!! great war allegory 😔)

TINY BABBY HOBBITS!!!

THE END!!

[officeobject]

Poll drama: My response to the teenage boy poll about them scaring me

Okay, so like, besides the platonic horn horn answers, in which case, get your hormones checked, but also, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, and OH MY GOD, and NO WAY, YOU ACTUALLY FEL THAT TOO AND YOU FEEL IT TOWARDS ME - like besides that (in which case, I ain't stopping you from texting me if you want to, even if I could), I got some new results:

I wanna say to all those who still choose that they wouldn't talk to me: GOOD.

Those who do not wanna bring fear into my life - well, that's very nice of you ... UNFORTUNELTY MY FECKING GHOST COULDN'T BE THE SAME -

For those who would do something else to scare me: ... now I'm concerned -

For those who choose to only scare me on Halloween: Fair enough, see ya on Halloween!

And yeah I saved my reaction to the last one, which is: ... you could just text me - like, yeah, you may represent fear and pain and whatnot, but I'll still in the end judge you for the person you are, so like, don't worry, you could just talk to me - I WILL be scared, it'll be fine, I can get UNSCARED, etc.

And those are my reactions :) ! They're probably not gonna see it :( ...

Also I find it - like, not sure if I'm the only one - but I find it kinda weird how I, like, get questioned about if I'm not making someone uncomfortable who is 30, alright? And also I'm getting hoped to be a teenager due to how I talk about them, alright? But like, I'm not getting questioned when I'm being nice or making weird polls like https://www.tumblr.com/officeobject/766244580147478528/anniversary-of-character-my-squish-is-exactly-like?source=share (the one this is about), and also, the same person sees my relationship with Colby as perfectly fine - like, it's not fine for me to watch a 30 year old and vent about it, but I'm allowed to ask teenage boys if they'd do the platonic equivalent of flirting with me, and I'm allowed to just let my ghost cuddle me and watch me poop - like, don't get me wrong, I think I'm creepier than anyone else thinks me to be, justified or not, but like, am I wrong and tired, or should it not be considered more weird how I talk about Colby and the fact that I'm cuddling with him, a teenage ghost of a real teenager, IN MY BED - but like somehow, nah, it's weirder that me, who is a kid compared to a 30 year old, watches them like an admiring kid - like, I just don't know the standards, and I'd expect at least ONCE to defend my relationship with Colby, but like, I guess not - like, it's just somehow not weird to people that I can at least TRY to stop him, but I just ... don't - like do you get what I mean?

Like, okay, I'm not allowed to be childish and stuff about some 30 year old (who CAN see me and watches me back by the way), but I can be weird about teenage boys? To be honest, for all people know, I could literally be a teenager, and the number 1 age-guess for me, is "16", according to my age-guess poll, but like, still - but like, yeah, sure, I'd scare a teenager away for free if they want me to, with my overly personal questions, weird ways of phrasing things, and - well basically how I treat Colby, and I GUESS that was kind of the point of the poll - I don't know, I was just in the mood of watching platonic simping, unintentional or not, and of course, making fun of Colby and stuff.

Now I WILL respond to an ask I got, in FULL, but my unofficial lawyer for non-governmental purposes, has to come back with like a response template or something, because I'm so bad at socializing and defending myself, and man, I'd accuse myself of anything or doubt myself or whatever - but yeah, over all, I am NOT being a creep - well towards that 30 year old anyway, I don't trust myself with that ghost (then again, I might be paranoid), and like, my 30 year old stares back - we just stare at each other, might do the platonic equivalent of flirting, stuff like that.

Gotta go, but like, my point is: talk to me if you want to, and also I'm being haunted, and also, I'm weird.

[bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare]

It Doesn’t Matter What They say [Corpse Husband]

Hey! This is my first time doing something on Tumblr. If you’d like, go to my Wattpad because thats where this story comes from! Also, sorry if its not accurate. Im still knew to the Corpse_Husband fanbase and the people the people he is seen playing with (-Cr1tiKal and Pewdiepie] and im not familiar with personalities 

Summary: No one knew of Corpse and Y/Ns relationship. Until Corpse thought it was a good time to reveal it and maybe to make the people who simp way too much over him calm down a bit. he thought it was a good idea, so did Y/N. But the fans were not happy..

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Corpse really loved Y/N. He loved her so much that he let her see his face- a week after they met. They met online through Twitter and became best friends, and they totally hit it off. Y/N made Corpse happy, and he trusted her with all his life. Y/N was small, cute, and innocent. She had a soft high pitched voice and was short. She was the exact opposite of Corpse, and that's what he loved about her. He loved when she wore his hoodies, they were always way bigger on her and the sleeves went over her hands. He loved how kind she was. Y/N was a sweetheart, and Corpse didn't know how he was able to score this hard.

Y/N really loved Corpse. He loves so damn much it might kill her. She was happy she got her phone fixed after it stopped charging, if she didn't this wouldn't have happened. They became best friends and hit it off, and she loved when she made Corpse smile. She knows his real name- but calls him Corpse because that's what he prefers. She knows his birthday, his favorite foods, his favorite songs, his personality, how to cheer him up, she knows everything. She loved Corpses deep voice and how it soothed her to sleep. She loved how tall he was compared to her. She loved sitting on his lap while he made his videos and did his streams. He loved wearing his warm hoodies and snuggling up to his chest after long days. Corpse was the best, and Y/N didn't how she was able to score this hard.

Corpse and Y/N thought it would be a good idea to reveal their relationship to the world.

So they did.

In his last stream, he was playing Among Us and decided to tell everyone about Y/N. His exact words were "Guys by the way, I think it's pretty important to tell you guys that I now have a girlfriend. Her names Y/N, and shes the sweetest little thing."

"I'm not little!" Y/Ns voice rung out from behind him. She was sitting on his bed watching him play. Everyone he was playing with freaked out at how soft and high pitched her voice was.

"Her voice is the exact opposite of Corpses, how is this possible?" Felix said with a laugh.

"How can a demon score with an angel?" Charlie commented.

"She sounds so cuuuute!" Poki said, already falling in love with Y/N even she never heard her voice.

"Awwe now I feel lonely." Sykkuno said, sending a sad face in the chat which made them all laugh.

"Nice to meet you all!" Y/N said, walking over to sit on Corpses lap. She was wearing a familiar black hoodie that was way too big on her. Hmm.. wonder whose it is.

"Wha- are you wearing my hoodie again? I was looking for it all over." Corpse had a smirk plastered on his face and looked Y/N over. She was wasn't wearing any pants- but she knew that smirk meant he was just teasing her, they don't make love very often. They just have late night cuddle sessions and kisses.

"I hid it from you so I can wear it." Y/N said a little sheepishly. She was a little awkward talking to Corpse like this infront of everybody. But by how his friends greeted her, she knew they liked her. She was sure the fans would like her as well.

"Wow. You know I was very cold without that hoodie. I had to wear this plain white t-shirt that made me even more cold." Corpse shook his head in a teasing way. Though Y/N was very soft and innocent, so she thought he was being serious for a second.

She frowned, "I'm sorry! I'll give it to you now-" She started to take it off but was stopped by Corpse.

"Ay ay ay ay- no no no, it's fine I was just joking Y/N." He chuckled, hugging her tightly.

"How is she so pure?" Toast muttered, sitting there in disbelief.

"Shes so innocent." Aoc chuckled, already liking this Y/N girl. She really wanted to play a game of Among Us with her, she seemed like such a nice girl to play with.

"Corpse you better treat her like a queen or I swear to god I will-" Charlie was cut off by Sean.

"SHe sound so perfect for Corpse, I'm for ya dude." Sean said, knowing what to come with that sentence.

"Oh how dare you cut me off. I was about to speaks of wisdom!" Charlie said.

"You were about to say profanity. We need to protect this bean we know as Y/N" Poki said.

Charlie sighed, "Fine. But you better expect a fucking DM Corpse!"

Y/N decided to play along with this, She looked curiously at Corpse and said "Babe? Whats fucking?"

There was audible gasps, and Corpse looked at her in complete and utter disbelief. His little innocent bean just said the no no word, it was forbidden in her vocab.

"CHARLIE!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"NOOOooOOOOOOO!"

"DON'T TAKE HER INNOCENCE!!"

"pretty sure Corpse already took it if you know what I mean."

"Ew what the f--feck?"

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It was a fun night for Y/N and Corpse. Y/N enjoyed her time talking to the others and studying Corpses strategies as an imposter. She was excited for when she was gonna be able to play with them, she really looked forward to it. After the stream, Corpse went to record a video reading some more fan written horror stories. Y/N went and laid on the couch, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to finish up his recording- which was going to be a while. She scrolled through her phone, watching a few of Corpses videos and looking at photos of them on her camera roll.

But she made a mistake by going on Twitter.

"Corpses gf is so fake lmao"

"Y/N does not deserve Corpse! Shes sounds like such a bitch"

"I hope @T/N and @Corpse_Husband break up. I hate their relationship already 😭"

"Y/N sounds like a hoe and isn't worthy of Corpses time."

"I bet Corpse is so tired of @T/N lmao. its obvious in his voice loooooooool"

"I hope Y/N dies so i can get a piece of deep daddy 🤩🥰"

"I already hate Y/N and I haven't even seen her in any other vids XD"

"Yoo they sound like they hate her lol. I bet they're just putting on an act to make her feel better about herself."

The DMs, messages, and comments on her posts were even worse..

"You don't deserve Corpse. Fuck off hoe."

"You aren't worry of Corpses time."

"You're such a user."

"Bitch"

"User"

"I bet Corpse really hates you."

"I hope you fucking because Corpse doesn't need an ugly hoe like you in his life"

And they just got worse and worse. Y/N was shocked, why are they hating on her so fast? Does Corpse really not like her..? Is she really not worthy of his time..? NO! She pushed them away, Corpse loves you, and that's truth.

But even so, Y/N couldn't stop reading the messages. They were all so mean.. Only a few people stood up for her. She felt her heart break, everyone hates her... Just despises her! She felt tears run down her face. She cuddled into the hoodie, pulling the oversized hoodie her H/C hair. She felt hurt and hated, like no one wanted her, not even Corpse- the person who loved her the most.

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After an hour, Corpse decided to take a little break from recording and check on Y/N. He missed her soft voice and her cuddles, so he was on a mission to get just that thing. He stood up from his gaming chair and gave a nice long stretch and ran a hand through his black hair. He walked to his door, slowly opening it and quietly walking through the hallway. He planned to scare Y/N, and sense it usually takes him hours to finish his recording she wouldn't suspect a thing.

But when he got closer to the living room, he felt worry and concern overwhelm him. He heard the soft sobs and cries of his beloved girlfriend. He rushed into the living room, sitting on the couch and picking her up to hold her in his arms. "Hey babe- are you ok? Whats wrong?"

Y/N didn't say anything, she just snuggled into Corpses chest and hugged him tightly as she sobbed.

"Babe, you can tell me anything, you know that? What's wrong? Did someone say something that hurt you on stream? Wait- is it what Sykkuno said? Baby I'm not gay he's just a friend and you know that, it's just a joke that we're-"

"I-i-its not that.." Y/N muttered out.

"Then whats wrong?" Corpse asked, his voice full of nothing but worry and concern.

Y/N grabbed her phone and turned it on. She went on Twitter on looked up the hashtag 'HateY/N' and told Corpse to scroll through.

She watched as he scrolled through the tweets, and his expression twisted into one Y/N has never really seen before, anger. Oh he was livid. How could they say those things at his beautiful, sweet, and happy girlfriend? He thought his fans would support him and Y/Ns relationship. Why didn't they care?

He read some of the battles, some people loved Y/N.

"Bro stfu. Y/N is perfect for Corpse."

"lmao what? Shes ugly asf"

"Seriously? If you really cared about Corpse you would support him. Now fuck off."

Corpse pulled his own phone out and hopped on Twitter,  instantly typing a response to everyone who has been hating on Y/N.

He said "To everybody who has been hating on @T/N, my girlfriend. I love her with all my life and I do not like how some of you guys have been treating her. She has changed my goddamn life, and all this bullshit you guys have been spitting has made Y/N cry. So please.. just please stop."

After that, Corpse threw his phone onto the carpet and hugged Y/N tightly, kissing her temple softly. "It doesn't matter what they say, I will always love you Y/N."

[ask-the-anomalous-linguist]

They’d been meaning—and wanting—to do something like this for a while, but before last night, as they were trying, and failing, to fall asleep, they could never figure out how.

But now they knew.

The footage cut in, a bit hazy, as if the camera had just been cleaned. The video showed Ash sitting, criss-cross, on the top of the barn, early in the morning.

They looked fidgety and tired, with a pallid complexion and dark circles under their green eyes. They were a little flushed, their lips chewed and red and raw.

“This is”—Ash swallowed and cleared their throat—“the seventh time I’ve tried to do this, and it keeps not coming out the way I want it to, so I’ll just cut to the chase. Three, Ten, Meddler, Ellie, Abel... I’m sorry.” Their tone was sincere.

They fidgeted with their blonde hair. “I’ve been sorry for a long time – for picking fights and lashing out and using it all as some messed-up coping mechanism, treating you as the—as the ‘safe options’… I just never knew how to go about trying to fix things. So, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t expect everyone seeing this to accept my apology, or to take it seriously,” said Ash. They let out a slow breath; “And honestly, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t eith—”

They saw something off to the side and down on the ground, and distant, vaguely indignant shouting could barely be made out. Ash laughed, loudly, happily, and sincerely; it seemed like they’d needed it.

“Nah, I stole your shirt,” they called to someone off-camera in a teasing voice. With every word, their accent grew stronger; it was clear that they had been suppressing it a bit for the sake of seriousness and clarity. “There’s a difference.”

They continued, sounding amused; “Yeah, yeah— I-I’m in the middle of somethin’ here; I promise, ye can throw me in the pond in a minute. Let me finish this up, okay? …Yes, I’ll make the lunch today, too, you goof. Fine, and the supper. …Yeah, no, I draw the line at laundry. …Just because I stole yer shirt, doesn’t mean it’s my responsibility. Now feck off, will ye?”

They chuckled weakly with a slight shake of the head, and with a small double-take, Ash remembered that their phone was still recording, but this was the best take so far; they weren’t about to start over again. They blushed and cleared their throat.

Ash cleared their throat again and looked back into the camera. “U-uh, the point is,” they said, “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been in the wrong, and I want to try to make up for it if I can. …Wha—? Oh my God—” Ash couldn’t keep from smiling as they looked to the side again.

“No, I’m not apologizin’ to you,” they called. “…’Coz yer shirt’s comfy and warm and good for the bad gender feelin’s, ye whiney bastard. My shirt now. …Mm, nope. Mine.”

Ash, feeling a bit better and more like themself, turned back to their phone and grinned sheepishly and apologetically, showing the slight gap between their two front teeth, before messing with their phone for a minute. Finally, the feed went black.

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft, Hazlan Arc part 2

"I’ll sell this ruby." Marshall decides to keep an eye on Jonni. “What? I was’t gonna use it to hit on revolutionary girl!” Several stone arches leading nowhere, strange cubes, a motar and pestel. "Wizards showing off on who has the most over the top ride. sigh" "Uhm...I'll wait outside. Not going inside a giant head's mouth." "Totally understandable." "Feel free to make yourself at home by the way, we got water, wine, ruminating powder." OOC: Grab some ruminating powder, we can make out like bandits in other domains. It's raining desiccated corpses. Jonni: “Not me.” Marshal grabs something sturdy to use as cover to help people escape the raining men. Jonni uses Marshall as something sturdy. "DIBS I CALL DIBS!" "I'm going to assume this is a Necromancer thing and not comment." "I've been working on a biodome project outside town, I'm trying to restore life to this land, unfortunately I require kind of a lot of corpses to do it." "Before he died, he feared Hazlik grading his project. It is pleasing death is no escape for him." OOC: Ooo, we could join a cult! They usually have food! And weird sex acts! You meet two lovely ladies at the local tavern. “Ladies,” Jonni says. “I made the corpse that made all those other corpses.” "Neat." “What I’m saing is, now that you’re here, my fireball is not the hottest thing in the room.” "So, our place or yours?" Edmund will, though he would contact Jonni and Marshall with his whispering voices to see if they were free. You hear passionate moans for about ten minutes... ”Okay, think I wore them out. Lemme get cleaned up.” Edmund: *covers his face* “You got the cash, we got the crash.” "JUST NORMAL SIZED RATS YOU'LL BE FINE." “So… burn down the building and walk away?” "Jonni. You can't burn down every problem." "That is not a challenge." Jonni: “I’m sure something will survive the fire.” “I say we unlock the basement, deal with that first. Work our way up. Otherwise it’s just gonna annoyingly taunt us every time we kill its minions." "Did I just hear the door ominously slam and lock?" [sarcasm] “Oh, yeah, that’s gonna stop us.” ...the second you touch the door, a bolt of electricity goes through you. "Okay... that's more than Rat nonsense." “Aaaand talking’s out the window,” Jonni says hitting the door with Eldritch Blast. The door is made of heavy steel, your blasts hit it, but only dent it. "They have very sturdy doors in this farm..." As you blast a hole in the wall, you see something tumble out of the wall, it looks like a heavily gnawed skeleton. There is also a small, loaded crossbow. “Nyx, got you a present!l" Gorbash: "If we see that couple again I'm going to beat one of them to death with the other." The light also lets you see the rats for the first time. And their flowing craniums which shows their brains. Gorbash: "I think I remember these things... sort of...They taste decent spit-roasted." You hear a voice in your collective head. YOU NOT LEAVE. MEAT. HUNGRY. WE PLAY. THEN YOU DIE. LIKE OTHERS BEFORE YOU. Jonni: “We play. You burn.” "They are rage, brutal, without mercy. But I...I will be worse. Rip and tear, until it is done." “I’m telling you, we burn down any house we aren’t familiar with. It’s the only way to be sure.” "Next time I say a job with just rats will be simple, please someone remind me about this incident." Jonni uses the Create Campfire cantrip 147 times. They blink, then push back you [sic], seeing the house burning to the ground. "Good news...you don't have to worry about rats, or dust." "Um. you probably wont accept 'they made us do it' as an excuse will you?" Marchal: "Enh." *gesture with side eye at Jonni* “You may live.” "Oh we've been dead inside for years." "The rats would breed an army to wipe out every first level commoner in 10 KM." Edmund:"Gorbash...you're not going to eat that, are you?" Gorbash: "I'm feeling nostalgic recently." Edmund: "It might have a parasite!" Marshal: "Gorbash can eat my cooking. Any parasite that survives his stomach deserves living there." "How bad could a mill slug be?" OOC: Makes you run out of cards. "Doing the right thing is its own reward.........when an actual reward isn't possible..." Jonni: "Nerd." "And..-Jonni got to burn down a house...so its cathartic." Jonni: "Okay, now that is a reward.” "I say we check out the bulletin about losing contact with a nearby farm, maybe it will turn out to be this farm and thus easy. Wait, forgot I said that. By saying that I just jinxed us, that is how it has been going lately." Jonni knocks. “We are powerful wandering troubleshooters here about your posting. If anything here is trying to use you to lure us here, say so now or your house and lives are forfeit.” "She's had a ... rough day." Jonni blows up a near by stump. “How big and what does it do? Fire breath? Lightning Vision? Ice farts?” "How much salt do you have?" "70 feet long from tip to tip. And its obsessed with my windmill." "Sounds like your help will be greatly appred-- 70 feet!?" “Gonna need a lot of salt.” "That is the 2nd biggest slug I've ever heard of." "Fecking thing comes over and tries to mate with it every time I run it." "I can see how an amorous 70 foot slug can put a damper in your work..." "That sounds incredibly troublesome and very disturbing to witness." “Halflings are DTF. Shame she’s married to a dude.” "Like I noped out of there after they served me a wad of butter between two slices of bread." "Ah, the diet moon waffle." "So...buttered toast?" "No like a hamburger with a huge stick of butter in the middle." "And that's a DIET moon waffle?" "The proper moon waffle requires thick salted caramel and what is called liquid smoke." OOC: Alright, everyone who got below a 13, you get a strange and disturbing dream. “No! No I can’t. Not again! No more Big Bang Theory marathons!” "I've heard of nightmares from eating food...but TALKING about food giving nightmares?" "Standard Fundertainment advertising space." "...they want us to know we have made enemies of their entire species now." "They can get in line." OOC: First you get the ruminating powder, then you get the power, then Jonni gets the women. OOC: Its ravenloft, like 90% of the houses are creepy. OOC: Then we just classify it as urban renewal project. OOC: Bad news, Jonni is tired. Good news. Her favorite toy fully recharged. OOC: .... oh god I just got it. Instead of a Toe with corns.. its a corn with toes...

[stillheresanctuary]

Moving Update 2.0

Firstly: UGH.

This is the roughest move I have ever had in my 30 years of life, gods help me if I ever have to deal with this bullsh*t ever again.

TLDR; Moving from a house into a shared apartment space is a pain in the ASS and I feel like I might strangle something if one more thing goes wrong.

Further chatter under cut.

I feel like all the trouble with the repaint should have gotten me wised up to the fact that this move was going to be a righteous pain, but I kept my optimism as long as I could and BOY HOWDY am I just TIRED now. My right knee hates me, my back hurts, my sleep schedule is all kinds of whacked out- I hate it all very much.

To keep it simple, the biggest problem with the whole move was realizing just how much STUFF I own. I thought I was doing pretty good while I was living at the house for 4+ years, but I forgot how much of my belongings ended up i shared house space and WOO, was that a wake up call. It felt like every time I turned around, I found More Stuff that I had to clean and organize and decide if it was something to keep or dispose of. Kitchen gear, sewing supplies, food, an arm chair-!

Let’s just say the last couple *checks calendar* WEEKS have been extremely frustrating and leave it at that.

The good thing is that everything is FINALLY out of the old house, and I have successfully downsized a large majority of my belongings. Things were sold, donated, dumped, and I’m still going through things as I am able to unpack them since I had to rush a bit at the ends to get out of the house in time. My current biggest obstacle is figuring out where to PUT everything, and it has resulted in some of the most frustrating furniture/tool hunts I have had to endure. When the bookcase you’re relying on to FINALLY be able to unpack the many boxes of action figures and collectibles refuses to come back together into a solid piece and you have to go hunting for a hand plane to trim down the STUPID backerboard to fit into the bookcase and fucking CHRIST the space I’m working in is so narrow and cramped due to where I have to build this stupid thing goddamnit if a new barrister wasn’t so fecking EXPENSIVE I would just get a new one and donate this fucker to the nearest second hand shop so help me-!!!!

Ranting. I am ranting. Okay, stop it, breathe. I’m tired and grumpy and I’m finally going to make it to my chiropractor today thank FUCK I want my back to stop aching thank you.

ANYWAY-!

It’s going to be a bit longer before I’m able to get things back to normal on this blog, thank you all for sticking with me through the insanity, you’re wonderful and I love you.

[maximumninjavoid]

Mining for Unobtanium ch 26

Is it 26? or 27? I don’t even recall anymore.... If Ive mis-numbered it, feck it.

Un beta’d we die like fresh veg under the unrelenting eye of Gordon Ramsey.

18 and over Puh Leeze, sex and adult themes and things. Lots of THINGS

I wanted to get to the house before he did and hoped he wouldn't give chase. I was going to try my best to remember what I required of those who had served me in the past, and replicate it. I tore through the door, toeing off my shoes and hanging up my jacket. I grabbed a Rosemary water from the fridge and found the appropriate glass. The house looked presentable, I ran my hands through my hair, and tilted the glass just so and started to pour. I could hear him coming up the steps. I slid to my knees ( Oh I was going to pay for THAT little flourish), sat on my heels, head down, glass above my head, balanced just so, and as he opened the door, there I was kneeling, with a well presented very chilled glass of what I knew to be his favorite beverage. I said nothing. I just waited. And I was out of practice and it fucking hurt. "What's this, then?" " welcome back, Sir. I thought you might be thirsty. " He took the glass and once he did, I could lower my arms. I didn't stand. "Shall I take your shoes first, or your coat? Forgive me but I have forgotten your preference. It won't happen again." He looked at me and I thought I saw him smile. "Coat, please." As God is my witness, I wanted to get up smoothly, gracefully, like I did during the Renaissance. But that was long ago, and bless his heart, he didn't laugh at me as I'm certain I was as agile as a baby giraffe. I did stand however, with no groaning, removed his coat, hung it up. " Will there be anything else at the moment, Sir? " " I have some scripts to read. " "Of course. Would you like those in here, or in your study? Some music while you read? And how would you prefer me? Within reach, or out of your hair, Sir?" " Oh, you're good. Quite good. " " If it pleases Daddy, how do the Americans say, it ain't my first rodeo. Did you decide where you'd like me to bring your scripts? " Truth is, I was good. And he wasn't going to catch me out. I was all about anticipatory service, and paying attention. I knew that he liked music when he read, and I knew very well what kind. I knew he'd want something to snack on and I knew it wasn't cheat day. I knew this might take a chunk of the day, and I knew he'd want to play some as well. "Here is fine. Make yourself comfortable." Big smile and a kiss on the cheek as I passed " Thank you so much, Daddy. I will! " I gathered up his scripts, pens, notepads, post it flags, highlighters , his cell phone and a pair of my cheaters in case his eyes got tired and stripped off my clothes and folded them and put them up. I brushed my teeth quickly, fixed my hair, and came back with his things, nude. I handed him the scripts, placed the rest of the items within easy reach and put on some light jazz. I turned to face him. I looked at him coyly. " Did you decide if you want company? " "Do you have anything you need to do?" " My focus is to make your life better and easier in any way I can, Daddy. That's one of the things good girls do for their Daddies. " He knit his eyebrows together in thought ,picked up a script and motioned for me to come sit by him. I put a throw from the couch on the floor and sat at his feet with my head on his knee. One hand in my hair we sat for a while, until I noticed his glass was almost empty. " Shall I bring you another and something to nibble on? It won't take but a minute. If you have any preferences for dinner that would be a blessing at this time..... ". I started to rise. He looked at his watch, and said he was a little peckish, would love another rosemary water, and beef for dinner sounded lovely. I nodded, and walked backward away from him so as not to present a potentially offensive sight. I returned in a few minutes having found the beef and began defrosting it, set up my mise en place for preparing it , checked my timing, prepared a plate of trainer approved snacks an slid those under one hand and the cold glass right beside the other. "Did you wish for me to feed you love?" He rolled his eyes at me. " You're daft is what you are. " " If you say so, Sir then I must be. I do love taking care of you and I do love to feel needed. If I can anticipate what you want BEFORE you have had to ask for it, well, that's a feather in my cap, not only for me but to the people I come from. The more skills I acquire, the greater my value to an individual or a family. In addition to being a very good girl, I am trained in other capacities. Organization skills, small and large scale. Damage control, spin doctoring, cooking, party planning, I can type over 95 words a minute, am an expert at most office software except Excel, I can build a computer, but I don't look NEARLY as good as you do doing it, I'm licensed to carry a firearm in 38 states in the US, I can provide personal security, image management, personal shopping, makeovers, defensive driving, early childhood education, I'm a licensed counselor, sober companion well versed in small and large scale logistics, and dogs and kids adore me. " Henry just sat there with the tray, and  his mouth open. " If it pleases you, Daddy, you may want to close your mouth". I returned to my spot on the floor. Henry returned to script reading, occasionally looking askance at me, while he played with my hair and ran his fingers over my skin. I was getting ideas, but it was not my place. He said " I had heard that there were slaves that people actually bought and sold, no, no, not that, but spotters, and trainers, and very expensive, specialized, really. " I looked up at him, trying very hard to *fix my face*. "I'm terrible at time mathematics. Would you happen to know what time it is in the states, and may I make a call?" " Sure darling, of course you can, and it's about nine in the morning there. " I got up, found my phone and hit a button on my favorites. It rang twice. "Hello darling!" " Hey yourself how are you? " " Well, I'm working on the Patreon, doing podcasts, live readings every night. We've missed you in the Plague Players... " " Oh God, I've missed everyone too. Please give them my love. I can't quite get the hang of where I'm supposed to be when. How's your Karen? " "She's great, work is going really well, but I know you didn't call this early to kibbitz" " I hate to ask. I need a small favor. " "Sure. What do you need?" " I have a friend, his name is Henry. I'm going to put him on the phone. Could you please explain to him that you wrote The Marketplace, and that it doesn't actually exist? " 

@whyyoudothistomecavill​ since you asked SO nicely.... here. Let me wreck your day

[haritrash]

so i just finished my glee rewatch and i need to express my woes

i knew this but it really struck me how fairy-godmother-like kurt is . he's always organising and making this for others without them knowing or stopping to think of it (or thank him *coughcough*); showing up unexpectedly; seeing things no one else sees (namely outside the window); giving people advice as if he's not really there, like his voice is inside their head; telling them to close their eyes, breathe, imagine things, picture their goals, etc. he really is magical (∥￣■￣∥)

we all felt this at the time, but omg............. the l** m*ch*ll* OVERLOAD !! one episode ends w a r*ch*l b*rry powerhouse song and the next starts with one !! also seasons !! some other character has a problem ? let's hear r*ch*l ! the entire episode is about something else ? here's r*ch*l making it all better by singing an only marginally related potentially offensive song about it . actual serious, real, important, well-done plotline ? let's see r*ch*l's watered-down privileged version of... a vaguely simliar potentially offensive... problem ?? UUUUUUUGH

i just don't understand what is so interesting or relatable about r*ch*l . are we meant to sympathise with her ambition ? with her inconsistency ? with her selfishness ? with her 'okay i'll pretend to learn my lesson and do a good thing only to go back to being a bitch next week' thing? idk how we were supposed to feel anything but sick and tired of her

seasons 4-6........ what?

wtf was s*mch*l??

it might be too soon to say anything about s*nt*n*, but this idea that the bully or bitch act is funny is precisely what perpetuates bullying and prejudice . no, it's not funny to be a terrible person, it's just terrible, regardless of how many oppression cards you hold .

i know they fecked up every single character, but i will take to my grave the pain of never seeing kurt become his own independently successful superstar . thank god for colfer's ep and the one where he beats up two men and sings im still here to a similing whoopi goldberg bc YES! THAT'S MY FAVOURITE!!

yet, kurt doesnt sing enough

the s6 kids dont sing enough . but, in a way, they were kind of lucky that there wasnt much opportunity to feck them up .

THEY BROUGHT DAVE IN FOR THE LAST ND NUMBER I TOTALLY FORGOT OMG WHY DID IT TAKE 4 SEASONS FOR THAT TO HAPPEN HE LOOKED SO HAPPY #LETMAXSING2021

the entire show is both so good and so bad and so progressive and so bigoted so amazing and so disappointing and god can colfer write a cool musical, invite everyone except the primadonnas, and REDEEM this already PLEASE

[juupajaa]

Let's talk about coping skills ok? Here's some shit you can start using/practicing while unlearning disordered eating:

Sleep. Oh my god yes. This is one of the most effective ways to block Bad Shit in real life. Sleep is the closest thing we have to a reset button and getting enough sleep is just as important as getting enough food, so don't ever think you should feel bad for sleeping. How: Forming a good sleeping schedule can be hard but thankfully it gets automated after you've done all the hard work. Waking up the same time every morning (even when you could sleep in or you had just an hour of sleep😴) helps your body to recognize it as a pattern and it will adjust to it. Your body's own clock can be a huge asset if you give it a schedule. It will wake you up at the same time and make you tired at the right time, but first you have to be consisted with how you sleep. Long naps and irregular waking hours make your body confused about when it's supposed to feel tired. Caution: if you already have sleep problems, napping might make them worse. Naps should never go on for over an hour! 20-30mins is the optimal time.

Activity: Now this can mean exercise and exercise is a perfectly good way to get your mind back to reality and the stress relieving effects of exercise are known by everyone and their mother by now. BUT activity can be easy and chances are you have a fecked up relationship with exercise anyway. How: Taking a walk or doing yoga/stretching/breathing exercises are a good substitute for exercise and even better if you can do it in nature. Walking is great bc you can do it just the way you want, with music, in silence, with a friend, alone, at night, in the morning, noon, sunshine, rain, whatever you want. Even just ten minutes is enough to get you over the worst crap. Caution: obviously exercise is off limits if you can't do it responsibly. If you've anxiety about going outside, start easy. Maybe just around the yard/your street? Your room maybe?

Daydreaming: Aw feck yeah, this is the best 😎 Daydreaming is my main thing and I've found it to be most effective in fighting that existential dread that hits me every time I start to feel like I'm not everything I could be. How: Basically just go somewhere you won't be disturbed for a while and start making up all those fantasies! If you're drawing a blank, find magazines, social media, music, whatever you need to get you going. I usually go to some really neat tumblr blogs to look at the cool pics of shit that makes me think that I've still stuff to do. Self care tags are also really helpful. Making lists can also make this more fun and it's important to remember that you aren't committing to anything, you're just daydreaming and making some vague plans and dreams. Caution: you can definitely go overboard with this. Take note of your state of mind when you start eyeing for inspiration, bc sometimes it can get overwhelming and you'll just get sad about your own life again and that is not the goal of daydreaming at all.

Hobbies/distractions: This could be anything that requires you to focus enough to forget about That Thing that makes you feel like shit. How: Close the door and put on a sick track and start doing that thing baby. It doesn't matter if you do it only for a little while, nor does it matter if you don't do anything "valuable". Just get busy for a while. Caution: Make sure you take on something you can actually do, I know I've walked into that trap quite a lot. If you start some project and it proves to be more difficult than you can do right now, it can make you feel even worse. So do stuff that's doable✌

Pampering: YALL. The amount of times I've had to walk myself to the shower and have a God Damn Relaxing Time is astronomical, but it does make me feel better everytime. How: Anything can be pampering, even something as small as having a cup of tea. Sometimes you gotta dedicate a whole damn day for going through every inch of your damn body and make sure you are clean, fresh and feeling silky and soft, but that's not every day. Painting your nails is also surprisingly fun, ad is sitting down to binge watch your favourite movie for the billionth time. Caution: You've gotta make sure you get to do your thing in peace. Kinda ruins the whole purpose of nice, relaxing self care moment if it's interrupted 😑

Talking to: Ehhhh it works tho. Having a chat with yourself is a good way to do a bit of an reality check and vent at the same time. How: Ask yourself what's up my dude. This doesn't mean you have to find a mirror and talk out loud but that's an option too if you wanna. Just taking a moment to tell yourself that it's going to be fine and to ask why you're feeling like you do can do a lot. It gives you time to process the situation better and look for a possible exit or a solution. Caution: honestly the only thing that go wrong with this is that you start mocking yourself. Don't do that. You get yourself better than anyone so try to be sympathetic when you're feeling like crap.

[gingerwritess]

An idea (if you’ve not already written this) Loki and Elliot both have the flu (or severe cold) and Loki just knows he’s gonna die from this Midgardian bug. Reader is trying to take care of both before she gets sick too.

i can’t—this whole concept cracks me the feck up, thANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST

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“I never realised that the ever-nearing release of death would taste so sweet.” His voice is muffled under a pillow as he struggles to pull yet another blanket up to his chin. “I expected a bitterness, a dying, stale bitterness, but not this…”

“Ah yes, this ‘elixir of approaching death’ is bubblegum flavoured.” You sigh and open a new box of tissues, sticking them in the corner of the bed near his head as you take back the little cup of cough medicine. “All we had was the kids version, I quadrupled the dosage for you. You actually think this stuff tastes good?”

“Taste is an abstract concept,” he moans, a hand emerging from the pile of blankets to grab a tissue before retreating back into hiding with a hugely exaggerated sniff.

This is getting ridiculous…although it is a tiny bit refreshing to see your god of a husband taken out by something as trivial and as human as a common cold. The poor guy had woken up with a scratchy throat and had nearly blown a hole through the roof—“there’s something in my throat!! My throat, my throat, there’s something in my throat that I didn’t put there—DARLING, IT HURTS—”

Sore throats are apparently unheard of on Asgard. As are stomachaches, cramps, fevers, stuffy noses, and the overall idea of snot.

“I should have appreciated taste while I still possessed the ability to do so. I don’t believe I’ll ever know senses again—not that it will matter.” There’s a wet honk as he blows his nose. “Becau’de I’ll be dead.”

“…you’re not dying.”

“Life…death…such a fickle thing,” he practically sobs, clamping the pillow down over his face. “I never thought it would end so soon. I-I had so much more I wanted to achieve, I had thousands of years left to live!”

“Again, not dying.”

“Shhh. At least I will die by your side, my love.” He peeks out from under the pillow and reaches weakly for your hand, his eyes red and puffy. It’s hard to take him seriously right now, being so over dramatic and with two wads of tissue stuffed up his nose, but you give him a sweet smile and take his hand.

Ew, he’s all cold and clammy.

“You’ve given me everything, my love,” he sniffs and holds your hand tightly, trying for a weak smile. “Our time together has changed who I am, and…and I owe you everything.”

“Mhm. Are you seeing a bright light yet?” You brush a few sweaty strands of hair from his forehead and he melts into your touch, closing his eyes.

“Yes…yes, I see it! Should I chase after it?” His eyes fly open and he becomes fixed on the ceiling fan, eyes going in circles as he follows the blades around and around and around—

“Stop watching the fan, you’ll make yourself throw up,” you sigh, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Bleh. Okay, I’m going to go check on Elliot. Oh, and that’s just the bedroom light, not death’s door.”

“Don’t leave me,” he pleads and reaches a hand out to you. “I always knew I would die alone, but-but I want your heavenly smile to be the last thing I see before I go.”

You roll your eyes and turn back around, dropping your head against the doorframe with another exasperated sigh. “Loki, for the last time, you’re not dying. You’re both going to be fine, it’s just gonna hurt for a couple days.”

“Denial, you’re already in denial, darling,” he wails, flopping back onto the pillows and spreading his arms wide in defeat. “My time has come and all I can wish for are your lips, just once more, I beg of you…”

“You are such an idiot.”

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes pleading and pained. “Hush, please, just kiss me once more and send me off with the taste of you lingering on my fading lips…”

Shaking your head with a small smile, you walk back over to his bedside and he flops back onto the pillows, reaching for you with weak arms. “Please don’t make me kiss you.”

“You wouldn’t revoke the wish of a dying man, would you?”

There’s still tissue shoved up his nose.

You take the empty little cup of medicine and the box of tissues, holding it out to him. “Blow your nose like a proper human and maybe I‘ll reconsider.”

You’ve never seen such a sad, utterly defeated look in the eyes of a man before. Loki gives a violent cough and throws an arm over his eyes, staggering his breathing with a groan. “Tend to my son with care. Send him my eternal love, you immortal mortal.”

Somehow you had managed to evade this wave of flu season and Loki just can not comprehend how he has been so beaten by this “measly virus” while you, a proud every-morning orange juice drinker, had by some divine power been able to survive. Elliot got hit hard, and you think he’s the one who brought the sickness home, considering he spends most of his days in a classroom with a bunch of sticky, slimy, sometimes even drooling little kids.

Thank goodness your child is practically perfect in every way.

“MOMMYYYYY!” Elliot’s screaming for you from the bathroom down the hall. “I THREW’D UP!”

Practically…perfect…

“Don’t go into the light, babe,” you sigh and give Loki another kiss on the forehead, immediately gagging when you pull away and wiping off your mouth. “Ew, why did I do that again?”

“Ew?!” Loki repeats as you walk out the door, leaving him wailing under his pile of blankets. “You kiss me and say ‘ew’? I’m dying, and all you can say is ‘ew’—”

“Oh my god, I’ll kiss you later.”

Elliot is laying on the floor of the bathroom, having brought his pillow and blanket in to continue his nap by the toilet. “My everything hurts,” he whimpers when you kneel down beside him, running your hand through his hair.

“Don’t you want to get back in bed, sweetie?” The tile floor can’t possibly be comfortable, but he shakes his head and rolls onto his side.

“Too hot.” His fever has finally broken, so that’s not surprising.

“M’kay…why don’t you come lay in bed with dad?” You rub a comforting hand over his back. “Your own personal ice cube, that’ll make you feel better. And I think he could use the company.”

Elliot sniffs and slowly nods, sitting up and rubbing a tired hand over his eyes. After having him rinse out his mouth and drink some water, you pick him up and carry him back to your bedroom where Loki is surprisingly sitting up…and staring at the tissue in his hands with a look of pure horror.

“My brain,” he whispers, looking up at you with wide, watering eyes, “is leaking. Through my nose.”

“…no, it’s not.”

“Then what is this?!” He waves the dirty tissue at you as you lay Elliot on the bed, helping him prop his head up with an extra pillow.

“Oh my god, Loki, throw that away! That’s disgusting!”

Elliot curls up into a little ball and scoots over closer to his dad, who’s now fallen into some kind of paralysing shock, staring blankly at the foot of the bed in horror.

“All my knowledge,” he whispers, “everything I’ve ever known, dripping from my nose. This death is cruel, cruel, to keep me alive just to watch myself go mad.”

“Wait, we’re gonna die?” Elliot pipes up from under Loki’s arm—Loki hasn’t even seemed to notice until now that his son is there, as he is far too concerned with his “liquified brain.”

“No, no, no, neither of you are dying.” You fall onto the bed with a groan, rubbing your aching temples. “I swear if you say that one more time, Loki, I’m not even kissing you when you’re better.”

“Death is only natural, Elliot,” Loki murmurs, completely ignoring you, pulling the little boy into his arms and clutching him to his chest. “I always believed we would have more time together, but—”

“You’re nOT DYING, LOKI.”

“…see, your mother can’t quite accept the truth of the matter. Don’t be afraid, Elliot. I’m with you.”

Elliot’s gaping at you, stuck in his father’s hold and absolutely terrified. “I don’t wanna die! Mommy, I don’t wanna die!”

“Loki! Oh my god!” You hiss and clap a hand over Loki’s mouth, pulling your son into a hug. “You’re not going to die, I promise. You’re just a little bit sick! Both of you.” You shoot Loki a pointed glare. “Can you just trust me for a second? You’ll start feeling better in a few minutes when the medicine kicks in.”

“You’ve drugged us.”

“Yes, Loki, I drugged you. Now shut it before I shut you up myself.”

Loki pulls Elliot back against his chest and reaches for the tissues, shoving another wad up one nostril without breaking your gaze, and even in this state of “almost death,” you swear he smirks at your threat. And when he speaks, slowly turning a frosty blue as he runs a hand over Elliot’s sweaty back, his voice is all clogged up and nasally; “I’d cer’nly die a habby man.”

“That was SO attractive.”

He waves a blue hand at his face, heaving a great sigh that‘s just screaming for your sympathy and affection.

“That’s the best I can do. My brain is leaking, and death is inevitable.”

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[missile-silo]

More headconons because I feel like it

* They adopted a cat and called it Schrödinger . He’s a Maine coon cat (they think, he was found in a box). He’s an old cat, about 10.

* They also have a little Russian blue (again they’re not sure, he was found near an airfield)cat called Yuri (after Yuri Gagarin) but they only got him a year before the show started. He’s only a year and a half old.

* Alya comes to Marinettes apartment one time and is complaining about getting a low score on her science test. Mendeliev is marking papers while banging her head on the table saying “they’re so f**king stupid” and Alya starts screaming.

* Marinette learns how to bake through Gina, so she still makes things for class gatherings.

* When she was first taken in Marinette ate a lot of pizza. Like a lot. She can’t stand it now.

* The morning routine consists of: coffee, breakfast (cereal, they go through so much), get dressed and leg it because Mendeliev forgot she had a meeting.

* Marinette finds out about Mendeliev and Bustier by walking into the apartment to see both of them chatting (flirting) in the couch. School was bare awkward.

* The above has also happened to Alya, Nino and Adrien, but Nino saw them kissing so he’s scarred.

* Mendeliev smoked. Marinette poured water on her when she did. Mendeliev no longer smokes (she has an juul instead)

* “Ms I haven’t done my homework, what should I do?” 

 “Perish”

* Marinette purposefully tells Mendeliev about trends in the hope that she’ll pull some weird crap in class. So far, she’s heard three screams from Mendeliev saying “oh wig?” to people not finishing work.

* An incredibly distraught Mendeliev asking Damocles for help to learn how to raise a kid (I feel like she’d be 27 when she got Marinette, so she would have been teaching for 6 years). Damocles doesn’t know Marinette is Mendelievs kid, but knows she has one.

* Jagged Stone being involved with Marinette in more of an uncle/godfather way after finding out about her being adopted. Offers to look after her during holidays and after school when there’s parent evening. Not over the top, but he has definitely been called into school (during school hours)when Gina couldn’t make it.

* The bro relationship Adrien and Mari have. They act like siblings because they can relate about parents being gone and the trouble with that. They get put into groups for science classes with another random person (they good at science minus biology) and the bickering would be real.

* Nino and Adrien are also like bros, but they’re like best friend bros.

* Alya and Marinette have a healthier and more positive relationship, with Marinette being blunt about relationships. Marinette helps Alya with physics and chemistry homework in return for biology homework. The dynamic duo have lots of fun together, and neither end up third wheeling because the group ends up getting pretty close.

* Alya still falls for Lilas lies at the start , but Marinette talks her into publishing the video in a sort of speculation/public opinions based column. This would save the reputations the ladyblog when all comes to show.

* When Lila comes into the class, she lies about knowing ladybug first and Maris like oh dope. Then she says about the miraculous and Maris like “ookay bit weird” but nothing comes out of the volpina episode that damages Marinette (Adrien voices concern about her not taking being rejected well, but Marinettes like “you should be able to reject who you want bro”). Mari mainly doesn’t like her because of the lies and her ignoring Adriens attempts to get away from physical contact.

* Then comes the bull crap about the bakery girl being her best friend and Maris like “lmao what no mate” and Lila puts on crocodile tears. People react with hostility, but Alya runs her mouth and says that Mari is the bakery girl. She later gets thanked for this, but admits she wasn’t thinking straight.

* Some people are hostile to Marinette after that, with Lilas tinnitus. At break time Marinette admits she didn’t manage to get any work done. This is where Marinettes head injury rears it’s head, because she has difficulty with focusing in class because of it (I do my research this is a real thing I think). She asks why Lila didn’t move to the front row replacing Nino or Adrien (or even Chloe and Sabrina). There’s a bit of owopsie and Adrien moves himself to the back (leaving Lila with marinette, much to Lilas dismay)

* Lila tried to claim that Marinette wanted to keep her away from Adrien, to which she’s like “yeah, you don’t respect his boundaries despite his clear dislike for you touching him”. There’s a whole woe is me part, but then Alya and Nino step in like “tf dudette, thought you weren’t interested”. Then Lila cries to her mum and...

* They are “revealed” when Lilas mum demands to see Marinettes mother (to talk about how horrible she is and why she shouldn’t “bully” her kid) and despite the school offering multiple times to call Gina she refuses saying “I’m lilas mum, I should talk to Marinettes mum” and Mendeliev just sort of says “oh yeah let me get her” and she spins around and is like“hi you wanted to see me?”

* There’s a big oh feck.jpg moment in the class, but it explains a lot about Mari (why she despised Lila for using her parents death for fame, why she was so big about Adrien being able to choose if people touch him or not. Ms Mendeliev raised her that way)

* People are surprised that she doesn’t get favouritism from Mendeliev, but they both explain that they hate that (miss bustier is making notes)

*Sabine and Tom were once Ladybug and Chat Noir (for like a week) and Gina sees ladybug and chat acting like bros and is just like :,) cod they act like Sabine and Tom but less romantic and more familial.

* Marinette and Kagami just... end up together. Only Nino knows why. It does involve a can of squirt cream, a kitchen knife, three packs of blu tac and a whoopee cushion.

* The group happily integrating other people (Aurore, Mirelle and Marc) because the power of a found family is just THAT strong.

* Weredad doesn’t happen (obviously. Unless I wanted to douse this with ridiculous amounts of angst in which I would have Toms ladybug ghost being akumatised because he missed so much in his babies life)

* Marinette isn’t obsessed with Adrien, so she just has obscure sci-fi references on her walls like from “The cone heads”

* Mendeliev used to have a mild heart attack whenever she saw Marinette trip or fall down the stairs, but now it’s like “oh ya....there she goes”.

* One of the office women (receptionist?) taught Mendeliev little tips and tricks about raising the gal. Ended up being one of those people you call auntie but really isn’t related to you. (Her name’s Linda and she knows everyone’s name)

* Marinette found some heelies in a charity shop when she was about 6, and just sort of clings to Mendelievs jacket when she walks because that woman is fecking tall.Whenever she outgrows them, someone from her extended family gets her a pair. This carried on for years. Almost gave Chloe an aneurism when she first saw them do it on a school trip.

* The group all does it now. Sometimes Alix tags along, but grips onto Kim instead.

* Someone (Rose) asks Marinette whether she has an adoptive Dad and she’s like “no but I might get another Mum if she ever learns how to flirt” and Ms Mendeliev is embarrassed but Bustier is deciding if she’d want a daughter

* Post “reveal” Lila runs to the media and now the class has a daily game of finding out who are Marinettes illegitimate parents that week

* “Who am I related to this week?”

“You’re Jagged stones and... Adriens’ Mums kid now.”

“Damn, I always thought I’d be Jagged’s and Audrey bourgeois’ kid”

* Someone gets akumatised because they think they were a bad parent.

* It’s probably Astruc.

* One of Marinettes favourite childhood toys is a furby but Mendeliev is terrified of them so if Mari gets annoyed at her she just whips out the furby

* Marinette tried to be all cool about her Ma but she does say the occasional cursed thing like “She sleeps in her lab coat. What you don’t know that scientists shed their coat once a year? Wack”

* The phone conversations that consist of other cursed things:

“No you can’t eat cheesecake. Why?! It literally has cheese in the title. YOU’RE ALLERGIC TO MILK! Why did you do that? Yes I’ll tell school to get a supply in, just try not to puke on your phone. Please don’t do this every time you have a meeting you don’t want to go to. ”

* Marinette has a lot of extended family past her own, but doesn’t get to see them often cos Mendelievs family all live in Eastern Europe.

* Max gets Marinette to help with Markov (working out how to get him to hover idk I haven’t seen the episode)

* Buffinette is real. But not from fighting or weights. It’s from dragging Mendelievs’ student’s books up four flights of stairs to get to the apartment.

*Theres no balcony scenes because having a balcony increases rent and Paris is already expensive.

* Marinette has heterochromia (an eye for each parent) because I’ve been playing overwatch and I like Moira’s design. She’s definitely more obviously half Chinese, and her hair is more a warm black (incorporating Toms hair a bit). What, this is my Au I’ll design Marinette how I want to.

* Although realistically Marinette should have green eyes after Tom because that’s how google says alleles work but idk. God maybe powerful but I’m a tired Brit who’s results day is far too close.

* Ladybugs outfit is more than just spandex. It’s modelled after Chinese martial arts and roman gladiators (the armour).

* Marinette tends to struggle to empathise with people but is compassionate. If someone cries infront of her she’ll comfort them but won’t really get why until it’s explained.

[ithaerielbrenagh]

Changes...(Part V)

Fort Integra, Elwynn Forest, Kingdom of Stormwind, Present Day

Previous

“’Ithaeriel, glad you could make it.’ Integra sat at her desk, looking at her Marshal as he walked in. Motioning to the chair on the other side of her desk, Ith took a seat as Inte opened up her desk drawer and pulled out Lala’s engagement ring, handing it to him. His eyes widened as Integra saw his body stiffen, a look of rage, terror, and confusion scrawled across his face. ‘I sent her behind the lines for reconnaissance. She left this here as a precaution. Bring some Worgen and keep an eye on her. Take Dom or Bonshi as well.’  The Field Marshal proceeded to show Ithaeriel the map that she had to Lala, explaining the subtle nuances that were expected and the targets to be gone after, Ith nodding in understanding.

 Standing up after they had concluded, Ith looked to Integra. ‘Begging yer pardon, but I have ta ask. Why didn’t ye just brief us simultaneously?’ 

Inte smirked, ‘Do you really think your fiancée would agree to this otherwise? You’ve got half an hour to catch her before she leaves. I’d suggest meeting her in Darnassus, as opposed to this side of the portal. I currently don’t feel like dealing with venomous knives thrown at me,’” (Source, @integrabrenagh​).

Ith shook his head as he left the office…he wasn’t certain how long ago his mate had been briefed by the Field Marshal, he assumed by the hints given by his CO that she had left approximately thirty minutes ago.  In short, she likely had already found means of travel to Darnassus, was meant she was probably already prepping a strike team of former compatriots amongst the Sentinels which she had worked with for likely a few thousand years.  Given this it was most probable Felariel Moondancer, his mate, former Sentinel Captain, and the Oathsworn Vanguard’s greatest Wetwork Agent, was likely leagues ahead of him.  Honestly just catching up to his fiancé at this point would be trouble enough, never mind attempting to intercept her once she’d made her way to the city.  No, the smartest course of action would be to head her off at Rut'theran Village.

He sighed motioning to one of the nearest runners, from look of the man, likely one of the new recruits that either Marshal Kingston or Marshal Bennas had brought in.  The Campaign against the Legion had been costly for the Vanguard, new blood was required to replace the losses.  He shook his head at the thought, honestly it didn’t surprise him that this temporary cease fire had fallen through.  He thought little of the Horde’s newest Warchief…Windrunner.  He spat just thinking of the name, the woman had effectively cost him his family, his friends, his homeland…and she now had the guile to make a reach for the adopted home of many of his fellow countrymen.  He frowned softly watching the man run off in the direction of the Fort’s Inn, the Wasted Worgen…honestly, part of him was worried that his youngest brother, James, would be furious at the summons for just Domhnall and Bonshi.  Still, the decision was made, he wanted at least one of his siblings here to keep watch over the Fort and James was still technically on Paternal leave to bond with his daughter, little Lori.  He smiled to himself at the thought of his God-daughter, yes, he was doing the right thing by leaving her father here with her mother to tend the base whilst the rest of the Clan suited up. 

There were promises and oaths to be kept.  The Kaldorei had effectively be the reason there were any Gilnean refugees left alive.  The two races had become close over the years, to the point he had heard that on numerous occasions, King Greymane and his family had dinned with High Priestess Whisperwind and the Famed Archdruid Stormrage.  In short if not for the Kaldorei, there wouldn’t be any sons or daughters of Gilneas left.  If not for the Kaldorei’s sponsorship, Gilneas would have never been allowed to join the Alliance.  He frowned recalling the rage on High King Wrynn’s face during the grand summit so shortly after the Destroyer had reared his ugly head.  Wrynn’s refusal to forgive Greymane for closing off Gilneas from the rest of the world years ago endangered more than just the summit: it had threatened to unravel the Alliance itself.  It was a combination of the Druidic and Priestly rituals of Elune that had given so many of the afflicted back their minds.  Allowing them to shift between the two forms.  It had been the Kaldorei who had proposed their induction to the High King, thus giving them the foothold to prove themselves when Garrosh launched his attack on Ashenvale.

Ithaeriel sighed shaking his massive head, his people owed the Kaldorei so much, they had given them a future, a means to grow and thrive.  There were times he wondered if that had been one of the many reasons he had been drawn to Felariel, a sense of eternal gratitude, and the brimming strength, confidence, and grace she flowed with.  He chuckled to himself and made for the Forge, Integra had informed him that Marshal Paaine, the Vanguard’s Chief Blacksmith, Head of the Ebonblade Contingency, and Field Marshal’s personal bodyguard had wished to speak with him.

“Good I had been hoping to speak with you before your departure Brenagh,” Paaine motioned the massive Worgen to enter the interior of the Forge, a huge crate lay near one wall, it’s lid tightly fastened to the wooden frame.

“Aye Paaine, I’m damned sure certain ye have been, so what the devil is this about,” Ith said, mildly annoyed at the delay, he had been hoping to depart sooner, but he had been told this matter was most…urgent and could not wait until after his return.  As it stood, he had left Bonshi and Dom to take care of assembling the unit, small, handpicked for woodcraft expertise amongst all of the Vanguard’s companies.  He just hoped the task would be done by the time he finished his business here.

“Has no one told you patience is a virtue Brenagh?” a smirk upon the Deathknight’s lips as she lowered her horned head in acknowledgement of her equal in rank.  There were times Ithaeriel had felt he had never deserved to call himself her equal, she had been serving Integra far longer than he, and she would no doubt still be long after he was gone.

“Aye Paaine, I’ve been told, and I’ve bloody well tired ta practice it, but it never took.  So, I’ll ask once more before I lose me rapidly dwindling temper.  Why the feck did ye summon me here?”

“Brenagh, I would like you to take a moment to look at your current plate set.  You may use my mirror.  Look at it and tell me what it is you see.”

Ith sighed but obliged the Deathknight, she’d never asked him to do anything without purpose before, she certainly wouldn’t do so now…not when he had a very limited amount of time before having to make for his assigned location.   He took a moment to look at his own form, clad in armor of burnished silver, trimmed in gold, cloaked and garbed in a bright maroon and…and he was the biggest feckin target that would ever walk through the trees of any of the forests of Kalimdor.  “Ah…I do begin to see your point Marshal…”

The Deathknight chuckled to herself, a low sound which might have been attractive if not for the stories he had heard associated with that sound right before some poor sod of a paladin had found twin blade emerging from his guts.  “To be blunt Brenagh, if I let you leave dressed like that, every one of the Warchief’s Finest would be able to spot you over a mile away.  It is too heavy, it will make too much noise.  It is poorly suited for combat amongst the trees and hills and glens and groves of the lands of the Kaldorei, you would make so much noise that the most inept of her arches would be able to shoot you blindfolded in the dark.”

Ith chuckled a bit, the image of a blindfolded Dark Ranger taking a draw at him coming to his thoughts brought on a fully belly laugh.  “True enough Marshal, true enough, but I donae have time to replace me kit as it were.  More over I donae think ye’ve the time to-” a gesture from the Undead Draenei’s cold hand cut off his train of thought. 

“The armor presented to you upon your promotion was too garish, both Moondancer and I thought so…along with that weapon of yours…”  Paine made gesture to the massive warmaul resting upon the Worgen’s back, “Foebreaker you call it…a fine trophy you took from the fields of Argus, to be sure, but it stands out as much as that set of yours.  Fine for an open field of combat, terrible for any amount of stealth and cunning needed.  And yes Brenagh, I am more than aware of your preference to smash anything stupid enough to cross your behemoth path.  At times I even approve of your blunt choice of, smash now, smash later, smash some more, then question whatever remains.  Which is why I had Maltheael work on a suitable replacement for you.”  With that she kicked the lid off the crate, Ithaeriel couldn’t help but notice the prosthetic hoof, sharpened to a blade’s edge, as she lashed out.

The lid fell with a hollow and surprisingly resounding thud.  A satisfying sound given what lay within.  He had not seen the armor since the time when he had been serving under Mackenzie and had thought it lost in fighting during the campaign against the Shadowmoon Clan.  The armor was a closer fitting kit, something which had been specifically crafted for him to allow him to move without making too much noise.  His former CO had insisted upon it upon his joining the ranks of the Vanguard’s officers as his right hand.  The plate itself was Blacked Truesteel, likened to that of the set which Marshal Bennas had used during the campaign, however its similarities ended there.  Where Bennas had gone with a regal set in the blue and gold of Stormwind, garbed with the kingdom’s tabard and greatcloak, Ith had chosen something of a darker nature.  He had wished it to reflect the barbaric nature of the land he was serving in, something which might pass as Orc plate if seen from a distance, something similar to that which the Blackrock Clan wore.  It’s purpose to allow him to effectively blend in as best he could, after all he was about the size of a bloody orc when in his human form, why not adopt that to its most logical advantage.

“Paaine…where did you…I had thought it…” He found himself a bit choked up, the last time he had worn the set, Mackenzie had taken a blow to his knee which had effectively led to his resignation from the Vanguard.  Last he heard, the cunning bastard was serving in Westfall or something.  Honestly, he hadn’t really had the time to keep track of it.  He recalled the plate being damaged enough that Kingston and Bennas had had to pry it off of his body so that he could keep fighting.  A blow from an Ogre having caved the chest plate in.

“Moondancer made a point of recovering it.  Lady Integra was not fond of the idea, but she subsided when I point out how hard it was to outfit you,” she shook her head.  “In truth, I had not had the time to work on the improvements until recently…and it is still not up to my level of…satisfaction.  Speaking of which, remove that outlandish armor of yours.  I will make a point of turning it into something useful.  When I am done you may have it back.”

Ith nodded and began to strip out of his kit, handing the pieces over to Maltheael as Paaine helped him into the blackened gear.  He turned to face the Worgen Deathknight, “Paaine made mention of a replacement for Foebreaker that you worked on?”

A thunderous throaty laughter was the means of reply, “Aye Brenagh, I’ve a present for you as well, for now shut yer gob and focus on getting that damned kit on.  Else you’ll never catch up to that woman of yours.”  The saronite clad beast reached into a darkened corner to hand a new monster of a maul over to his Worgen kinsman.  “We figured blackened truesteel to complete the set.  Will make you a bit harder to see, also we’ve made some improvements over the Foebreaker.”  Maltheael indicated to the spearhead at the end of the warmaul’s haft.  “Figured it’d help ye kill easier, biggest issue with the previous beastie of yers was balance aye…so I had the idea ta attach the flail to the end of it as a counterbalance.  Yer familiar with the use of one aye?”  

Ith nodded, he’d been forced to learn how to use flails at a young age.

“Ye’ve turned a warmaul inta a feckin double headed hammer…”

“Have you an issue with it Brenagh…?”

“Nae Grimfang….nae sure how practical it’ll be, will take a bit o’ getting use to, but I figure it’ll make it easier ta deal with multiple foes than the old one.”

Moments later…

“Gentlemen…ladies…I know yer expecting a grand feckin speech from me about how we’ve feckin debts to repay to our elven hosts.  How we must defend our adopted homeland with tooth, claw, and steel.  You’re likely expecting me to say we’ve a feckin duty to uphold…but I’ll be honest.  We’ll be doing this for but one thing…revenge against the woman who has done nae but take from us.  Now lads and lasses…through the portal posthaste…we’ve an elf lass to catch up ta and lord knows she’s more feckin efficient than any o’ us.”

((Lads and lassies I wanted ta give ya all a big shout out as it were for sticking with me so long getting this story arc done.  Tis one of those things where I had way ta much going on in life ta knock it out all at once and such.  That and I wanted it ta be an effective lead inta BfA.  Want ta thank each and everyone of ya who inspire me ta keep going throughout it.  So from the bottom for me heart, be ye Horde or Alliance, thank ye all, yer what makes writing worth while!))

@theodorebennas @gereionkingston @integrabrenagh @oathswornvanguard

[aliceellablog]

I know! Why don’t I go on a blind date on the tele....

Hello you lovely wonderful amazing blog readers… enough to make you wanna read on?! I hear flattery will get you everywhere!!

Soooo these last two weeks have been pretty surreal! - I’ll start where I left off, two weeks ago…

So I started the week resting in bed, yaaaaay! - (please note the sarcasm)… but then managed two days in the studio with Warren and Scott who I LOOOOVEEEEEE :)

We are working on a bunch of J-pop tracks (think pop on acid for the Japanese market) so that was really fun and I really love spending time with them.

We found out this week that two of them are on hold!! Yaaaaassss!! (this means that the artist who we wrote them for has basically put them in a pile of yes’s and then chooses which songs to actually release from that selection!) So definitely a massively exciting step in the right direction but can’t get too excited about it just yet! Eeeek!

However (dun dun duuuuuun) on the second day there I had pretty much lost my voice and was feeling worse than usual - annoying huh!! So I went home that evening and low and behold came down with a bladdy full on fluey coldy thing. Feck.

So I spent the next say 5 days fully in bed (and maybe an hour or two in the garden working on ma tan ;) and lost the will to live! Yay!!! (Sorry, today is a sarcastic day it would seem!)

I wasn’t well enough to see me dad on Fathers day - sorry pap!! And had to cancel all of my plans yet again.

It’s been 11 days now and I am still feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck. I’m still coughing a lot but the rest of the cold symptoms have gone - I think this is one of the most frustrating things with the old M.E. - that you can be getting on the right track and then get a cold or virus and it completely knocks you for six (not even sure what that means but my mum says it a lot so….) It’s almost like once the cold has gone it’s given you a mini M.E. relapse to deal with too. Thanks for that.

I did however have a much better day on Tuesday - I’d spent the day in bed but then felt a little better so got up, put my face on and had one of my best friends Ewa come over - she has been away in Asia for like 8 months or something! It was SO good to see her - even though she is a tanned goddess of a woman!!!! - the jealousy is REAL! Hahaha ;) But catching up with her was like we had never been apart (Ewa you’d better be reading this) hahah, we are so on the same wavelength, you know when you fully just click with someone? Yea… that’s her <3 - this pic is from last year when we went to Freinds fest togeths :) :)

So... that evening was one of the most surreal moments of my life I reckon!…. Watching myself go on a date on TV… as you do… on Channel 4’s First Dates!!

I think the reason I felt a bit better that day was actually because I had so much adrenaline and was so freakin’ nervous!!! The date was filmed months and months ago so it was quite the build up!!

My best friends and I all sat around the tele watching love island before hand… everyone was chilled and on their phones and I was sat there having a nervous breakdown… I could not keep still or quiet and pretty much had the most energy right there and then that I’ve ever had (yes I may be exaggerating as per) - but nerves do strange things to a person eh!

So then the clock struck 10pm and it was time!!! ARGHGHGHGHHHHHHH!!!!!!

At one point we didn’t think I was even going to be on it because they kept our date right until the end but then suddenly there I was… what a strange moment!!

Cringe cringe cringe cringe cringe….

WHY did I talk about cats so much!!??

And WHY did I cry on national TV?! - actually I’ll tell you why!! When they do the interview bit they ask you questions for about 2 hours, so by the end I was exhausted and obviously trying to act positive and ‘well’ the whole time.

When they got onto the subject of my health they really did push it a lot…. ‘That must be awful’ ‘How do you cope?’ ‘How does that make you feel?’ ‘What about all your friends living their normal lives?’ yea… they found my weakness and basically asked me about it until I broke and cried… AWKWARD!! But I really don’t blame them at all, it’s one of the things I put in my application and something that I guess makes me who I am. They want to get the best tele possible and I guess I am glad in a way as it does truly represent how I feel about it!

It’s now up on Channel 4’s 4OD website by the way (my date comes on at around 30 mins in incase you don’t fancy watching the whole thing) and here is the link: (Series 8 Episode 10) : http://www.channel4.com/programmes/first-dates/on-demand/65067-009

Now here’s the thing… I had such a lovely time - luckily I was having quite a good day for the date so genuinely enjoyed it but it was so so tiring!! And you’ll never guess what- I caught a cold that evening and then died for quite a while afterwards!

Anyway, Luke was (as you will have seen) LOVELY and we really got on so well! He was funny and respectful and when I spoke about my health issues he seemed really understanding, I couldn’t have asked for more really!…well…ok I guess I could have, but it’s in no way his fault… I didn’t feel a spark or that ‘thing’ you feel when you meet someone and you really fancy them. I really honestly thought I was going to go on this date and fall in love so was actually really sad when I got home that evening…how embarrassing lol…

So during the date I went into the toilets (which for some reason they kept in) and then I called two of my bestests Katie and Grace on the phone- I spoke to them and said that I really wasn’t sure, and that I was a bit disappointed as there wasn’t that spark - Which they edited out?? But fair enough- they edited out a lot to be fair! We were there for hours and you guys saw maybe ten minutes!

Then at the end when you go into the room together and speak to camera about how the date went they said ‘so do you want to see each other again?’

Luke said yes straight away, and I then kind of pulled an awkward face, Luke said ‘ohhhhh… hesitation!!!’ And we laughed a lot. It was genuinely all good vibes. Then I went on to apologise and say something along the lines of ‘I’m so sorry I’m just not sure, like I don’t feel that spark etc but yea… I think you’re a lovely guy and we got on great so we will def keep in touch!’ ….First dates decided to just keep the latter part in the edit, and then at the end when they show all the ‘what happened next’ stuff, there was nothing about me and Luke!

They had called and asked if we had seen each other again which we hadn’t and they decided not to put that in.

I think that they maybe just wanted it to all come across really nicely and positively, which I do think is lovely but it’s not quite how it happened! That’s ok with me though :)

But… there is one bit that I really do wish was edited differently!!!! The money bit. WAHHHHH

So here’s what you guys saw pon d tele box:

The bill arrives and I say ‘Ah, I forgot my money’ - Luke offers to pay and I thank him.

What really happened:

Before the date you are kept in a greenroom - separate from your date of course as it really is a genuine ‘blind date’.

I was there for maybe two hours and was nervous as hell. You know your date is going to be soon but you’re not told an exact time. All of a sudden it was ‘Alice, we need to go and get you mic’d up’

So I went with them and left all my bags, and purse etc in this greenroom.

From being mic’d up and meeting various producers etc it was straight into the restaurant for the date and I was so nervous that I‘d genuinely forgotten that I hadn’t brought anything with me - not even my lipgloss!!! LOL

I was going on TV and having a blind date and had so much rushing around my head! To be honest I just wanted to get through it!!!

Then after our date when it came to paying I insisted on paying my half and Luke insisted on paying for it which was of course really sweet of him but I said no. I reached for my purse and looked around me and then had a moment of realisation!! I said something like ‘oh my god!! I am so so so sorry!!! You’ll never guess what I’ve gone and done?! I’ve left my purse in the greenroom!! Ah I forgot my money!!’ We laughed a lot about how badly it was going to come across and they just kept all of that out, so now I have to read all of these horrible tweets from people thinking that I just turned up on a date with no money - I would NEVER do that!!!!!

NAT COOL :( :( :(

The next day I did a little interview with Unilad and basically said all of that to them! I was happy to do that and they kept it true to what I had said :) But then the Daily Mirror stole their article and twisted it saying I had said the show was rigged!! Not fair! Not what I said at all! Oh well…..

Anyway I guess the people who know me and love me know that I would never do that, and I’ll just have to let the haterz hate ;)

Speaking of haterz (sorry it feels wrong to spell it with an ’s’) there have also been a few tweets or Facebook comments, from people who so clearly don’t understand M.E. and what its like to live with it :(

‘How come she can do wedding gigs but isn’t well enough to date?’ - I have recently had to take two years out from gigging due to having an M.E. relapse. This of course has broken my heart and been pretty damn hard to feel with, but VERY long story short I am now at the point where I am gigging again but not as often as I would like. I have a stool that I take with me that I kinda lean/sit on and try and style it out. I have to rest for days before and about a week after a gig. It’s really hard but I am trying my best. If anyone dares think I am exaggerating or lying they can absolutely do one!

M.E. is one of the most misunderstood illnesses as we usually look ‘fine’ and it is an ‘invisible illness’ but I am getting used to people not understanding now after 14 years of it!

I do remember once being in a food shop with my mum pushing me around in my wheelchair- she left me to go and get some bits for a few minutes and I wanted a sandwhich which was just out of reach from where I was sat. I got up out of my wheelchair, walked maybe 3 steps and got the sandwich - I noticed a man giving me the most kind of shocked ‘you liar’ look!! So I looked him in the eye, sat back down, brought my finger to my lips and did a ‘shhhhhh’  before my mum returned.

It was just like the Little Britain sketch! It’s so funny how people think that for example if you are in a wheelchair it HAS to mean that you can not walk at all!! At that stage I think I could walk a few paces, get in and out of the car and that’s about it- just because I could get the sandwich didn’t mean I could walk all around the shop or town!!

It’s a weird one to deal with and I know I talk about it a lot but it’s SO hard to explain! But like I say… I’m gon let the haterz hate.

On the other hand, I have received literally hundreds of messages from people thanking me for talking about M.E. on the tele and getting that little bit more awareness out there!

This in itself has made the whole thing completely worth while :)

I even had messaged saying things like - ‘I was watching with my sister and she hugged me for the first time about my M.E.’

I mean - wow…. messages like that just make me cry basically!!! (In a nice way!) And people saying that they feel inspired to see that I’ve made so much progress from the wheelchair days and that it IS possible to get better (even though of course I am nowhere near where I want to be but I can also see how far I’ve come). This makes me so so happy and I am going to do all I can to keep raising understanding and awareness of this illness.

Oh yea and one more thing that didn’t come across exactly how it happened or how I would have wanted it to was when Luke opened up to me about his mother having passed away. I was of course so shocked and felt so so sad for his loss - On screen you saw me say how sorry I was to hear that and then it jumped straight to a comment I made which was ‘I can’t even imagine what you went through, I’m very lucky I haven’t had to deal with grief really before. The only time I have is when my cat died’ ... now this is NOT what I meant - I had said for a fair few more minutes than was shown, that I was so sorry for his loss and I was trying to explain how I couldn’t relate or even imagine it- yes I mentioned my cats death but mean it in the way of - I have never been through anything like it.... and it kinda sounded like I was comparing the two. AGH!!!! not what I meant!! Also we were getting on and having such a laugh that the subject somehow got changed again so quickly after he’d said that, that we were just laughing again within minutes and he was specifically taken away and asked to talk about his mum as the subject hadn’t naturally come up in the first place.

I am now working with a charity called ‘Action for M.E.’ and hope to do lots with them including raise money for them at my next gig :) (https://www.actionforme.org.uk/ )

Also keep an eye out on July 10th as I will be going on the TV Channel ‘London Live’ (available on Sky and Freeview) at 6.15pm to speak about M.E. etc :)

Live tv…. That’s gonna be interesting!! This whole thing was bad enough hahahah

Soooooo… keep in touch peoples :) I am going to go and cook myself a nice gluten free spag Bol now, and then have a few more days of resting planned but am praying that I don’t have to cancel the rest of my week! We shall see!!

Huuuuge thank you again to everyone who has been in touch, it means so so much to me and every message gives me such a lift :) We can do this! :) xxx love and strength to anyone suffering, well, anything really! :) xx mwah

P.s. here’s the link to the pre order for my new single ’24 Obsession’ just incase you are interested ;) …. can’t blame me can ya? ;) http://ambiel.uk/24ObsPreOrder

[consequentson]

My live reactions of 5x06, “Marion”, between commercials, and afterthoughts.

Skip-to-the-end consensus/takeaway feelings though?

Norman and Dylan are Norma’s boys, through and through.

Okay I was... slightly happier with Rihanna’s performance until she had to turn her bitch on. She doesn’t do moody convincingly. I liked the scene with her and Norman where she was eating the sandwich okay-ish, though. But that phone call was awful, lmao.

The scene where Dylan found out about Norma was way too short and rushed and the fact that it cut back to a scene with fecking Rihanna just made it worse, sigh.   But what tiny bit we saw was phenomenally acted. I love how Dylan brought back bagels, lmao. “Here, I pissed you off, lemme feed you.” I wonder who taught him that???? (Here’s lookin at you, Norma.) It was kinda weird that he asked Emma what was wrong, though. I think he was just in denial and hoping/praying she wasn’t still  gonna be upset when he came home again or something. But... yeah. That scene was ridiculously short and just... idk, the way it happened felt -- choppy??? But the acting was great. Here’s hoping folks GIF the crap out of it so it doesn’t feel so short like it was on screen. :/ 

... I’m just rambling now tryna pass time till the commercial break is over. I like the dynamic between Norma and Mother now? I guess? It’s new, and it’s sad, because it makes me miss Norma even more, but yeah.

Uuugh when are you gonna diiiiiieeeee. Rihanna just needs to go away, lmao. She’s just so stiff, why can’t she be a stiff??? 

This whole part of the episode I was like “barf, don’t care.” 

Sigh.

Kinda surprised Norman gave up Sam’s address so willingly though. Honestly Dylan muse was pretty okay with that, even if it was supposed to be a bitchy or immature move or something??? Idk, I just feel like Sam Loomis had that confrontation coming. I mean, it’s the world’s most boring plotline, but yeah. 

I’m just worried now that Sam is gonna die instead of Marion. I just want this particular storyline to be over, lmao. So fucking boring and Gossip Girl-esque. Oh no, people are cheating, oh damn.  I don’t watch this show for this shit.  Give me more of this Mother / Norman dynamic, give me Norman confronting his own demons and being forced to do so by characters that have been there from the start of the show that we actually give a shit about. Like... I’d rather have Chick around than the Loomis’ or Marion, even if I don’t really like him anymore, y’know? At least Chick has been a part of the White Pine Bay world for awhile now and has more connections to the main characters. Idk, idk. 

ANYWAYS. I just need Rihanna to be done on this show and for the Loomis’ to feck off.

THAT PHONE CALL. MAX KILLED THAT. Wow. I usually hate “phone call scenes” bc it’s so... idk, I just hate watching people with phones pressed up against their heads?? Haha. But Max fucking killed that. I was super pissed off with Norman at first, he was being so insensitive, but when Dylan yelled at him, literally said “BULLSHIT,” and Norman slowly dissolved, like holy shit. I’m worried Dylan won’t be able to see Norman as a victim in this... I know it was his first reaction, but holy shit, Dylan was furious. I mean it makes sense, obviously, but yeah I’m just... I’m scared he’s not gonna wanna help Norman. I’ll understand it, but it’ll make me sad. But also, holy fucking hell, I am feeling so vindicated and proud of Dylan for knowing Norma would never do that. For Dylan standing up for Norma’s strength and resilience. He knows his mother suffered more than any one person should ever have to suffer, but that she was strong enough to bear it and live. Fuck, I’m so proud of him for knowing. Even if it’s denial -- just the fact he said it out loud, he spat it so vehemently. Gahhh. I have a lot of feelings about that phone call.

And that fucking scene with Norman and Mother!!! Epic. So so so proud of Norman for trying to stand up to her. Because she isn’t Norma... the way he told her “not to act like her”. I’m just so proud of these brothers right now, even as my heart is breaking for them. 

Dylan and Norman are Norma Louise Bates’ boys. 

Fuck. 

My feelings.

jesus fucking CHRIST Norman ;-;  I am so so so so so proud of this boy. He is trying so hard. If only we were all so strong to battle so hard against our darkest selves. 

I hope this is the last we see of Marion, and that Norman now murders Sam. I mean, it’ll be pretty... predictable? Even if he murders Madeline instead of  Sam, really. But it’ll feel right, I think, even though I would rather their storyline be finished entirely -- to have it just kinda fade without any more of Norman’s involvement although it’ll be obvious Norman was the one who told Marion where to find Sam would just be weird. 

Part of me hopes he murders Sam because Sam is trash and Madeline doesn’t deserve to die. But the common plot tool is revenge or spite -- and Madeline doesn’t seem the type. Although we already have Romero playing that line, even if we haevn’t heard from him yet this episode (really Alex, how long does it take for ex-sheriff bulldog to get back up again after a buckshot wound???).

I am missing Romero, though. But I know his plot is very to the point this season, so... I guess it kind of makes sense they’re trying to draw it out. I just wish they would have figured out a storyboard for this season that focused more on characters like Romero and Emma and Dylan rather than the Loomis’.

Sitting here giggling like an idiot after that promo, man, lmao. Good fucking lord, hahahah. I really hope they’re not baiting us again with showing Dylan as if he’s gonna be in the next episode but then he isn’t, so I’ll do my best not to get too excited about it by being annoyed he has to interact with fucking Madeline Loomis, lmao. 

Good god. That scene with Mother and Norman in the office, that cinematography/direction with half her face hidden behind Norman’s profile -- I had shivers! That was so fucking awesome. Mother talking about Norma in third person was excellent, and so refreshing to hear because I’m so sick and tired of people in this fandom acting like “Soul Bates” was mutual/consensual  just because of Norman’s illness lmao. That whole thing was awesome though. 

Thinking back on it, also heartbreaking because Norman was so scared and Norma was so scared, but they had each other -- Dylan had no one, literally fled the place he was supposed to be able to call home because he couldn’t stand it alone. 

I liked that Mother talked about how Norman had wanted to kill Sam when he was older, because I’ve thought the same about Dylan. What son wouldn’t want to on some level, y’know?

Anyways, yes. This episode, man. It was awesome. 

Still kinda salty about how little Dylan has been involved this season, but I’m hoping with his return to White Pine Bay it’ll be rectified (although I’m kind’ve... not expecting much at the same time because of how extremely disappointed I’ve been in this aspect thus far.)

[theelectricfilmdiary]

We spent two glorious days walking the streets of Paris, and despite the constant rain it was amazing. Nine hours was spent on a bus travelling from London to Paris – via the channel tunnel aka chunnel, which was kinda freaky: locked inside a bus, in a large train, in a tunnel, under the sea for 40 minutes …..still gives me the shivers!

When we arrived in Paris, it was dusk and we made the decision to avoid the trains, busses and wrong turns (not to mention the arguments where we blame each other for being lost) and caught an Uber to our accommodation. We got lucky with a driver who had spent three years in the states learning english and we chatted away with him about Paris. He told us a bit about the local culture and the goings on with the numerous recent terror attacks. Feeling slightly more educated we were dropped at our gorgeous lil’ apartment in the 4th Arrondissement. The apartment was super cute; small and cosy but had everything you could need and was a perfect haven to return to each day. It was about 8:30pm by the time we arrived and unpacked so we walked to a nearby supermarket and stocked up on cheese, baguettes (of course), olives and cured meats as well as an AMAZING bottle of red wine, and watched… French Kiss! I know, cliché, but it’s so funny. Well sated we then fell into bed.

Morning arrived (11th Jan) and we got up, made a coffee and then departed for a day of site seeing. The first stop – a bakery where I had my first authentic French croissant – and holy fucking shit it was good – too good.  I’ve been ruined for life now!  The next stop was the Père Lachaise Cemetery. Sounds a bit morbid and weird that we would visit a cemetery, BUT there are a tonne of famous musicians and writers (as well as a host of others) buried there and it has become a bit of a tourist attraction in its own right. The first grave stop was that of the one and only Jim Morrison of The Doors. The grave was sectioned off because unfortunately some extreme fans are partial to theft (headstones) and there is one recorded incident where a group of students dug two meters down in the hopes of recovering his hallowed bones before being caught. There are now a couple of hidden cameras recording the grave site visitors. Weird. The next stop was Edith Piaf, an extraordinary French singer who I absolutely love. We also tried to find Oscar Wilde’s grave site, but after searching for about 20 minutes we gave up – more to see in Paris aside from graves anyway…

James, as per usual, needed to pee so we stopped in a cafe and ordered one of the days many espressos so we could use the luxury bathroom facilities (luxury at this point is anything that doesn’t have pee –  or worse – on the floor/toilet seat/walls etc and also provides the most basic of amenities – toilet paper and hand wash).  The coffee of course was better than most we had tried throughout this entire trip – and soo much cheaper than the ones we had in London, Denmark etc – though you have to drink it at the bar, otherwise you pay more for the pleasure of your seat.

From the cafe warmth we strolled the streets until we reached a market selling produce, clothing and nick nacks. The food – OH MY GOD – each vendor (fish mongers, bakery/patisserie’s, fruit and vege, fromagerie (cheese), butchers, Pate and terrines (yes a stall just for them), jams and sauces, olives, flowers, everything you could imagine) had their wares displayed so beautifully – it was art itself. Every part of it was quality too. We came across a stall selling hot food for lunch, french stews, chicken, beef – all doused in amazing gravies and sauces. We had been told that street/market food in France is amazing and that you should try it if presented with the option, so Jim ordered up the vegetable stew with couscous…. SOOO GOOD. We stood on a side street digging in while the rain sprinkled down, and a passer-by commented “bon appetite” – no shit a Frenchman actually said that haha.

We walked along the River Seine admiring the beauty of the Parisian buildings and architecture until we hit the Notre-Dame de Paris – not before being harassed by a few wandering gypsy types trying to scam money out of us. We declined and were promptly sworn at… ahh Paris. The cathedral was beautiful, the front arches ornately decorated with hundreds of carvings, and the inside… dark, brooding, and the stained glass windows shone down a multitude of colours and images. The entry was free also which was great for us backpacking on a budget. After spending about an hour in the cathedral we walked outside to the Point Zero des Routes de France square in front of its big doors and watched people scaring flocks of pigeons into the sky – James of course had a go and leapt/skipped through them like an overgrown, semi-bearded child. Great photos.

From there, another pee stop for James and another espresso – seriously half of the conversations this trip have been based around his bathroom requirements… to which he blames the cold… rather than the two gallons of water he consumes each day. We walked the last hour of daylight home – our feet nearly bleeding stumps by this point – I actually have a bruise on my foot from walking so much. I ran back down to the supermarket and got more bread and cheese, salmon, beans and their rotisserie chicken and potatoes. Perfect dinner to finish the day – We sat in front of the laptop and watched something… so tired I can’t remember!

The morning of the 12th, we were up and out of the unit – this time the agenda was Paris Catacombs, Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe…. Not seeing the Louvre this time unfortunately… we have done so many museums and galleries over the past weeks that we were more keen on seeing the behemoth-monument side of things. Croissant and espresso breakfast was consumed and we walked our way to the nearest metro station where we caught the train to the catacombs. GUESS WHAT?!? They were closed… only through January of course. Apparently we chose a particularly good time of the year to travel. Every city seems to do their renovations just after Christmas. Makes sense really…

So. Rather than getting back on the train we decided to walk… feet be damned… to the Eiffel Tower (we had noticed it towering away in the distance). On the way through some side streets we passed a store which only sold art and books by one of Jim’s favourite artists  – Jean Giraud, aka MOEBIUS. He’s a French comic book artist who creates really bizarre, colourful, other worldly scenes. Kind of futuristic/sci-fi as well. He also inspired the look of the film The Fifth Element. We walked in and looked through all the amazing prints while chatting to the store manager. Before leaving, we bought a poster print as well as a signed print of one of the artists comic book pieces from Blueberry, which is his longest running comic book and is set in the wild west. Moebius died in 2012 so it was pretty cool that Jim got to visit his only store and get something signed by him.

On to the Eiffel Tower – not before yet another bathroom stop… then we were queuing up for security searches, and tickets before being bundled into a small room sized elevator with a hundred other tourists and slowly ascending to the second level of the tower – The third and top most floor was closed… I know… big surprise aye! The view was great though, despite the rain and clouds covering the sky, you could still see a surprising amount of Paris. It was fecking cold. We held out as long as we could taking pictures and looking around before getting friendly with more strangers in yet another elevator. We could have taken the stairs but as I mentioned earlier… our feet are bleeding stumps at this point.  Once back on the ground we walked the short distance over to the Arc de Triomphe, again it was surrounded by tourists. It is massive though, much bigger than we had imagined and is covered in colossal stone sculptures. Beautiful.

A train ride later and we were back on our side of town. A patisserie stop later… more croissants, a lemon tart, and mille feuille….healthy aye. We enjoyed our sugary treats with coffee back at our apartment as night closed in and rain started to pour rather than drizzle (for shizzle). The wind howled up and down our apartment alleyway and we munched away on scrambled eggs for dinner. The next day we were to be up, packed and catch a train to Orly airport for our flight to Lisbon, Portugal so a few movies later it was lights out.

The morning of the 13th of January flew by in a blur of coffee, meticulous packing, and train tickets. Before we knew it we were sitting in the departure lounge drinking Italian beer and prosecco. Paris was amazing, and we wished we had a few more days to explore… next time we return it will definitely be spring or summer. Winter was still great… it’s just a lot was closed and it was cold and raining most of the time which made getting around that bit more draining.

One thing I will mention to anyone planning to visit Paris, or any European city for that matter, is always watch where your walking… dog shit is plentiful, and Jim experienced a good caking a couple of times… hahaha

View from the Eiffel Tower

Dinner at the apartment – night two

Fontaine Saint Michel, Paris

View from the Eiffel Tower

The Eiffel Tower

The Eiffel Tower details

Inside Notre Dame de Paris

Arc de Triomphe details

Paris street art

Paris street details

Fontaine Saint Michel, Paris – Details

Paris street details

Arc de Triomphe details

Fontaine Saint Michel, Paris

Inside Notre Dame de Paris

Arc de Triomphe details

Moebius art shop

Sweet treats and coffee at the apartment

Railway overbridge, Paris

The Eiffel Tower

Inside Notre Dame de Paris

Paris

Arc de Triomphe

This is how our bakery treats came wrapped – so cute

Arc de Triomphe details

Paris, la ville de l’amour et merde de chien… We spent two glorious days walking the streets of Paris, and despite the constant rain it was amazing.