#fiona writes sometimes

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TBOSAS Ao3 Masterlist

Inspired by Sawyer!! (Whose masterlist of amazing fics is available here!!)

These summaries are literally terrible forgive me

Seeds That Bleed

Treech and Lamina growing up together in District 7, spans across ten years

Enemies to friends to lovers type beat

Me inventing District Seven lore bc why not

Treemina warning 🚨 🚨 i am who i am 🤞

Egregiously long oneshot, 16.9k words

Coven In My Oven

The most painful fluffy oneshot to ever exist don’t read this

Treemina warning 🚨🚨

Treech thinks he bewitched his girlfriend into liking him with real witchcraft

Treech is a disaster and Lamina is wonderfully functional

Teeny tiny oneshot, 1.3k words

Ghost Lights On The Water

Because Treech, Coral, Reaper, Mizzen, and Wovey didn’t die in Reaper’s morgue, they become stuck in a brutal cycle of watching each year’s Hunger Games

References to the 74th and 75th Games

Inspired by this Tumblr ask

Oneshot, 8k words

Salt For All The Cuts

Treech is nearly blind. He was born with eyes that didn’t work, and yet he can always see red things

Basically Treech’s struggles with his faulty eyes and the way he gets through life from birth through the Games

Treemina be warned

Oneshot, 3k words

Where Your Eyes Naturally Drift

Treech, Lamina, and the stark differences in their upbringings, ideal, psyches

“Treech came into the world with his eyes pointed towards the sky while Lamina was born with her face in the dirt.”

Parallels galore

Treemina be warned

Oneshot, 4k words

Til Death Do Us Part

A deep dive into the harsh atmosphere of the Capitol’s Academy and all the varying perspectives on the morals of the Hunger Games told from a place of privilege

Character study/my interpretation of each mentor from the Tenth Hunger Games

Current mentor list: Juno Phipps, Iphigenia Moss, Vipsania Sickle, Persephone Price, Pup Harrington, Domitia Whimsiwick, Festus Creed

Multi-chapter, currently at 73k words

Big Brawls And Yule Balls

Treech and Lamina are childhood friends turned strangers who reunite at the Yule Ball

Harry Potter AU!!

Treech leaves this fic with a crush methinks

Part 2 will eventually be published we’ll see heehee

Oneshot, 5k words

Two Vines Entwined

Treech and Lamina’s journey from the Reaping through the Tenth Hunger Games

Primarily Treech and Lamina friendship with the tiniest bit of romantic undertones if you squint

My first tbosas fic so it’s kinda bad 🫣

Long oneshot, 13k words

[chasindbae]

"Love, where the colors, the shapes of you, bleed into me - I am made blue Where red flows free In this world, some people are like lights As some are the moths drawn to them in night"

[finleycannotdraw]

Shut Up and Dance With Me

Geralt has always known that soft things aren’t meant for him.

It’s why he pushed Jaskier away. It’s why he keeps away from towns when he’s not working. It’s why he denied his Child Surprise so vehemently for so many years. He was told that the world would have nothing for him but roughness, so he roughened himself in preparation and never truly relaxed.

Until now, that is.

He’d stumbled over his apology to Jaskier—not the one in the prison cell, his real apology—and the bard had laughed at him. He’d panicked for about two seconds, which was as long as it took for Jaskier to close the distance between them and pull Geralt into an embrace.

“I’ll always forgive you, dear heart,” he’d said. “It might make me fucking stupid, but that’s never stopped me before.”

“Taking my lines now, huh?” Geralt had replied, hugging Jaskier back with a bone-deep warmth he’d never felt before.

Maybe he’d never felt warm before because he never let himself get close enough to the heat.

Now, Jaskier is strumming his lute and singing some silly song about shutting up and dancing, and Ciri is giggling as she leads Geralt through the steps of a dance. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, and she’s wearing a dress that Jaskier and Yennefer had managed to produce from someplace or another.

“Spin me,” she says, laughing too much for it to sound like a proper order, but he obeys anyway, smiling indulgently as he grabs his daughter by the waist and lifts her up, spinning around a few times before setting her down, grasping her hand, and twirling her on her own feet. She laughs harder, her joy ringing out into the snow, into the music.

The music stops, but Jaskier keeps singing, and Geralt glances over to see the bard dancing with Lambert, both men laughing just as much as Ciri. It only takes another second for her to notice, and she spins once more with Geralt before reaching out to switch, falling into a waltz with Jaskier and leaving the two witchers to quickly decide whether to continue dancing.

Lambert decides for both of them, hooking his elbow around Geralt’s and skipping in a circle, dragging Geralt with him.

They switch directions a few times, and then Ciri is shoving her way between them to dance with Lambert, leaving Geralt to be caught deftly by Jaskier and maneuvered into a different dance, one that causes them to be pressed close together. Jaskier keeps singing, keeps grinning, but his eyes have softened as he gazes up at Geralt’s face.

Geralt, feeling seen and insecure, dares a glance toward his brother and daughter. Lambert, roaring with laughter, is throwing Ciri into the air and catching her with ease. Jaskier has gone through enough choruses that they both know the words, so as Lambert heaves Ciri upwards again, they’re both singing along.

“She said ‘shut up and dance with me!’”

Jaskier stops singing to chuckle at them, but joins back in during the next repetition, with one notable change.

“This witcher is my destiny,” he says teasingly, and looks nothing but delighted by the concept, unlike everyone else forced into Geralt’s life by destiny.

The thing is, Jaskier wasn’t a result of destiny. He’s here by choice, and if he’s so happy to joke that he’s destined to be here, with Geralt, then—

Geralt kisses him.

Jaskier makes a surprised humming sound and returns the kiss eagerly, his hands going from Geralt’s shoulders to the back of his neck as he stands up on his toes to get closer.

“Oi, bard, the song doesn’t end in the middle of the lyric like that, right? Why’d—oh,” Lambert says. “About time. Fucking morons.”

“Gross,” says Ciri. “But yeah. It is about time.”

Maybe Geralt wasn’t meant for soft things. But he’s learning, day by day, that maybe that doesn’t mean he has to live a life without them.

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and here’s the rest of the drawing of all the dance combinations! the fic took me like 10 minutes and the drawing took a few hours😭

[renegadeontherunn]

wordle 9/10

here’s 9/3 & 9/9!

wish my pain was as pretty as a glittering pearl

could be plucked like a petal, blown away in the breeze

i’d be scared to see it go, cause who would i be then?

too afraid of the cure, rather die from disease

wolves running feral, beneath the full moon

i’ll be the moss on an oak, cause i’m running too

make me a smooth stone, slowly carved by a stream

my body’s storm clouds & snow, oh can’t a girl dream?

i want to rebel

promise me you’ll never tell

they all have expectations

easier to stay locked in my cell

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

"Gender fluid? I got your gender fluid right here!"

"Oh, there's my estradiol! Thanks babe."

[thestarlightforge]

Fiona’s Art Journal 2024

12/31/2023

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Gonna journal my New Year’s Resolution on here, do it with y’all.

In 2024, I will do something for my art/artistry every day.

Whether that’s writing, drawing, reading, watching/studying, exploring/adventuring, or listening to something.

Sometimes it will overlap with work because I’ve found work that allows me to be an artist, and that’s wonderful. But each day, I will do something artistic that’s not just for capitalistic outcomes.

One thing for my art, daily. And I will document it here. ☺️

[fionaapplerocks]

“I sometimes think that I must time-travel and I don’t remember it,” Apple says, when I ask her what she does with all the time she spends not working. “Like, I must be off climbing a mountain in a parallel universe. I can’t remember writing any of the songs that I’ve written. I don’t know what the hell I do with myself. I feel like I’m 100 years old. I can’t tell you what I did today. I can’t tell you what I did for seven years. I can’t tell you. It happens so seamlessly — I’m just floating along and seven years go by.” – Fiona Apple Spin interview May 31st 2012

[martzyink]

🍂🖤.

This is a very random spread but enjoy the doodles and the dorky paragraphs I’m about to write rambling about what the heck was going on in my brain while drawing this.💀🙏🏻

Let’s be honest, Mickey LOVES the fact that Ian’s been in the military. Absolutely loves his rib tattoo and is OBSESSED with Ian in a military/army uniform. Also I just wanted an excuse to draw my season 11 babies being silly and married.🧌✨

I had this vision of Ian (Season 1) letting Mickey “borrow* most of his clothes (or clothes he just happened to be wearing whenever they’d meet up. Sometimes Fiona’s, sometimes Lip’s) just because Mickey always seemed to be wearing the same scruffy old clothes and well, Ian felt bad but obviously he had to do it in a way where Mickey wouldn’t suspect that so he’d tell him “it’s fine, just give it back next time I see you” both knowing damn well Ian will never be seeing those clothes again. And Mickey agreed to it every time because free clothes?? Hell yeah. Ians scent? Nice. Really nice… ☺️✨

And god he needed new clothes bad.😬

[felassan]

David Gaider on Alistair, under a cut for length:

"Ah, Alistair. Depending on who you ask, he's the adorable woobie with the biggest heart or the irritating, over-used man-child. Yes, he is indeed all of those things. Good characters have flaws to go with their virtues. Ugly spots. That is literally their humanity. He was a bit of a bear to write, at the outset. James (Ohlen, the first creative director on DAO) had this idea he needed to be a grizzled Warden veteran - older, distrusting. Everyone hated him instantly. I call this the Carth Onasi Problem, and suggested to James that maybe I try something else. My observation says that the characters who are generally liked the most are the supportive ones. Enthusiastic. Funny? Sometimes, sure, but that's *not* required. I need to digress. See, at the time James had this (regrettable) period where he believed everything could be derived from a formula. He even sold this idea to the founders, Ray and Greg. Google 'BioWare formula'. Anyway, how this relates is because James thought the DAO cast needed a Minsc: a comedy character who would become super popular and, ideally, the icon of DA. "Isn't that Alistair?" you ask. "Arguable," I say, "but no." James had me to up a huge list of 'comedic archetypes' and I wrote some possible dialogue for each one. Then he had the team vote. The winning archetype? The Buffoon - like Homer Simpson or Peter Griffin. James was pleased. I was not. "The problem," I said, "is I don't find the Buffoon funny." 😅"

""But you're a professional." "Sure, I *can* write him... but comedy isn't science. I need to find him funny. If I write him, the only comedy I'll mine is where he makes fun of himself." James took that on board and then passed the character onto someone else. The result? Oghren. I rest my case. So back to the supportive character: that was my thought for a new Alistair. It was a special case, after all - the DAO PC was thrust into a terrible situation. They needed someone who had their back. A bud. A *likeable* bud. I was watching Buffy at the time, and my thoughts drifted towards Xander. Now, I know Joss Whedon is persona non grata these days, but this was 2006, OK? I was watching Buffy and thought, "man, Xander is such a wasted character" and considered how to fix him. Then I realized this might work for Alistair. Plus, I wanted to see if I could replicate the Whedon vocal patter. That was the new Alistair: a more useful and likeable yet equally dorky version of Xander. We had very strict rules in DA about language: no modern speech styles, colloquialisms, any words that came into use in our world after 1900 got severe side eye... but Alistair? Alistair got a blanket pass. Was it great that the lead writer's leading man got to break the rules? I guess not, but it's my opinion that you can break those kinds of rules - selectively, in small doses. Too much and you break the illusion. And it worked. Alistair was an instant hit. Not just with the team, but with the fans."

"Confession time? Yes, I knew Goldanna wasn't meant to be Alistair's mother. But neither was Fiona, originally. I think fans caught wind of some revisionism at work, and OK it's true. I had a more Arthurian idea for his birth but I stopped liking it... yet not soon enough to go back and make edits. Should I have just left it be, left Goldanna as his mother? Maybe. It was one of those writer things I just couldn't let go of and I probably could have used someone to sit me down and go "Gaider, please. Just stop." I still like Fiona, and where I took it. But I probably shouldn't have gone there. Casting Alistair was SUCH a chore. He required a weird mix of devilish charm, but with enough sincerity and adorkableness it didn't come off as smarmy. Every audition went full smarm... until Steve Valentine up and appeared out of nowhere. In the midst of a batch of audition files, there he was. We brought Steve in "just to try out", and he pulled it off. Even the "frog time" line, which (seriously) nobody else could. And when he got to the romantic lines, Steve's voice turned into pure butter without, again, sliding into "oh, he's slightly creepy". Both Caroline and I were sold. And he was so gloriously easy to write. It's a well I'd probably return to... a bit too often, maybe? Maric, then Anders in Awakening, and then Alistair kept popping up in future games and the comics because, yes, he was pretty much the breakout comedy character of DA. Which still makes me happy. 😁 CORRECTION: Goldanna was someone Alistair thought was his *sister*, and her mother his mother. Look, it was almost twenty years ago, OK? 😅 --- I actually had a whole scene written in DAI where Fiona tells him, but the requirements were so specific for them both to be in Skyhold and it seemed like it'd be relevant only to a small small sub-section of fans (and confusing to everyone else) so it was dropped. Rightfully so, I guess."

[source thread]

User: "The Buffy vibes were strong in DAO and I was very happy with that at the time. What I loved about DAO was the mix of dark themes entwined with bits of levity. That's how I like my angst. Dark, broody with a side of ha-has and y'all delivered in DAO for sure." David Gaider: "That's a me thing. I like going dark - really dark - and then pairing it with light, comedic moments. It provides peaks and valleys in the tone, and prevents either from becoming overwhelming. Hey if it worked for Shakespeare (alas, poor Yorrick), it can work for DA, right? 😉" [source]

[pureastrologywisdom]

𝔄𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

If you have any placements in virgo, WRITE THINGS DOWN. You are influenced by mercury as Virgo's planetary ruler, however you are also an earth sign. You cannot handle that fast paced energy of Mercury as well as gemini. You need to lament on things decisions/ideas a little longer. You prefer to take your time. instead of having those thoughts bouncing around your head, calm yourself by getting them on paper. You also naturally have an ability for writing.

Having your moon in the 11th house is such an underrated placement. The 11th house is one of the houses that is about people as a collective. Having your moon here you have a really easy time connecting with people, people will regard you as genuine and comforting. Along with this the 11th house is also the house of gains. This shows that often people will their moon here find gains through their emotions, whether that be success, recognition for their work, or becoming known for this. I have seen this in a lot of creative peoples charts, or people who have been known for their emotional displays in some form. For example, Billie Ellish, Oprah Winfrey, Elizabeth Taylor, Martin Luther King, Fiona Apple, Ryan Gosling. There is a skill here of really being able to connect with a mass of people or the collective.

Neptune in the 3rd house is a placement that I don't hear spoken about too often. But it's one of my favourites. These people Can be soft spoken and have a beautiful voice, spoken and sometimes signing also. Along with this they are incredibly enchanting hone they speak, there is something captivating about how they communicate. People will hang on their every word. Neptune is the higher octave of Venus which gives these people a way with their words, very creative. These people are often signers or poets or simply incredibly good at inciting emotions when they speak. There is almost something magical, as if they are casting a spell in a way. Its vulnerable, seductive and dreamy energy.

An aspect I like to see in a birth chart is a Quincunx. Whilst this might seem like a funny thing to say, considering that this aspect can be a difficult energy to harmonise, I actually enjoy the juxtaposition it brings to a person. It gives someone a quality that, at first glance or even when getting to know them, is quite unexpected. A little surprise. Something that takes people back, some nuance. I makes someone interesting and sometimes even misunderstood. As mentioned it can even be hard for these people themselves to undertones these opposite sides/needs within themselves.

Thank you for reading all,

Pureastrowisdom x

P.S.

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Big three reading - £6

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~ a deeper understanding of your chart. I use your chart as medium for you to have a deeper connection with yourself, focusing on self love, self worth and self appreciation

[zippiedippievippie]

For anyone looking for some Lamina/Treech content after watching tbosas movie!!

[0-n-1-x]

Hellooo! Could you write something about carl gallagher dating a girl who has a protective older brother like mickey milkovich ??? Thanks ✨

Carl Gallagher x Protective Older Brother!Reader

link to my masterlist <33

The first time Carl meets your older brother, the tension is palpable. Your brother, much like Mickey, is rough around the edges, fiercely protective, and not easily impressed. He sizes Carl up immediately, making it clear that he’ll be watching every move Carl makes.

Your brother makes it his mission to keep a close eye on Carl, showing up unexpectedly or making pointed comments about how Carl should treat you. He’s always hovering in the background, ready to step in if he feels Carl is out of line. Which you appreciate, and you know its out of love, but its annoying most of the time

Carl understands where your brother is coming from and, instead of being intimidated, he sees it as a challenge. He goes out of his way to show that he’s serious about you, whether it’s through his actions or how he treats you when your brother is around. Over time, he starts to earn your brother’s respect. He's definitely like that with Debbie's flings and sometimes Fiona, so he understands the protectiveness (even if he does NOT have the same effect on their partners)

With your brother constantly watching, you and Carl find yourselves sneaking around to get some alone time. The secrecy adds an extra layer of excitement to your relationship. Whether it’s a (not-so-quick) kiss behind closed doors or a whispered conversation in the shadows, every stolen moment feels charged with adrenaline.

Carl often sneaks over to your place late at night, long after your brother has gone to bed. You both get a thrill out of the risk, knowing that getting caught could lead to a serious confrontation. These late-night visits are filled with quiet laughter, soft whispers, and the intimacy of being together when no one else is around.

But best believe he's jumping the fence when your brother comes chasing with a bat

You and Carl become experts at crafting believable alibis. If your brother asks where you’ve been or what you’ve been doing, you’re always ready with a story that keeps suspicion at bay. Carl is unsurprisingly good at coming up with quick excuses

To avoid raising suspicion, you and Carl would probably develop a system for texting each other in code. Simple phrases or emojis take on new meanings, allowing you to communicate plans without giving anything away if your brother happens to glance at your phone. It’s a fun, secret language that only the two of you understand. Though Carl forgets every other time and you have to rework the whole system

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Dialogue: Questions (pt. 3)

Wh-questions

Begin with what, when, where, who, whom, which, whose, why and how.

We use them to ask for information.

The answer cannot be yes or no:

A: When do you finish college? B: Next year.

A: Who is your favourite author? B: Sylvia Plath.

Yes-no Questions

These are questions that need either a yes or a no answer.

Examples:

Do you like vanilla ice cream?

Have you ever seen a ghost?

Short Questions

In informal situations, especially in speaking, we can reduce questions rather than using complete clauses.

Short questions can be clauses, phrases or even single words:

Full form: Are you hungry? Short form: You hungry? or Hungry?

Follow-up Questions

Spoken English: In conversation, we often ask short questions about something that somebody else has just said.

There are a number of types:

Reduced wh-questions

Spoken English: We often reduce wh-questions in conversation because the speaker and the listener know the context.

In the following examples, the short form of the question is more correct, because the full form would sound artificial:

A: I need to go to the shop. B: What for? (full form: What are you going to the shop for?) A: We need bread and milk.

A: I’m going out tonight. B: Who with? (full form: Who are you going out with?) A: Oh, just some friends.

Follow-up questions to show interest or surprise

Spoken English: We often use follow-up questions when we are listening, to show that we are interested or surprised.

They often do not need a response.

They are like response tokens such as really, okay, yeah.

Follow-up questions are sometimes called reply questions.

Follow-up questions are formed using the auxiliary verb or modal verb contained in the statement that the question is responding to.

If there is no auxiliary verb or modal verb in the statement, we use do in the present and did in the past:

A: I left school when I was 14. B: Did you? Really? A: It was in the 1950s. Many kids left school early then.

A: Carla’s decided to move to Spain. B: Has she? Good for her.

A: I can’t watch horror movies. B: Can’t you? A: I just can’t. They frighten me too much.

Echo & Checking Questions

Spoken English: We use echo questions to repeat part of what we have just heard when we don’t fully understand or when we want to confirm what we have heard.

We use rising or fall-rising intonation:

A: Did you hear Pete’s giving up his job. B: Pete’s giving up his job?

Echo questions are often statements (declaratives) with a wh-word at the end:

A: His name is Thokosani. B: His name is what?

In speaking, we sometimes ask questions of ourselves as we speak.

We do this when we are trying to remember specific information or to show that we are not sure or when we want our listener to confirm something:

[trying to remember/showing uncertainty]:

"There’s a great new restaurant on that street, what was it called, Marco’s, I think."

[looking for confirmation]:

A: Fiona is coming to stay in June, when is it, the last weekend in June? B: Yeah, I think that’s right.

pt. 1 pt. 2

[firstdivisiongirl]

hi i would like to make a request (headcanons or one shot, what do you like more) with baji x fem reader (where he is 14 years old), she is his girlfriend, and also she lives with a neglectful father and has to raise her younger siblings on her own. (maybe if you watched "shameless" you can make the father look like Frank, and the reader like Fiona, if you don't know it's okey but I will make a note that even though Frank was a bad father, Fiona was still his favorite daughter) and how Baji would treat her in this situation, maybe help her with siblings or chores, also please make it so that they know each other since childhood

Hello! I actually have only seen Shameless once. I do have to say, Emmy Rossum who plays Fiona was amazing, that I do remember. I hope you enjoy this. I tried to make it a lot about Baji with the siblings because I think Baji spending time with kids would be so fun!

Baji with a Reader Who Takes Care of Her Siblings

Really hates your dad

Mainly because he should be the one who takes care of things and let’s you be a kid

He thinks about beating the crap out of him but reframes because he knows that it would hurt you in the process.

Even though his was more in a fight rather than with everyday things like meals and getting them off to school

So he is very helpful whenever he can be

Baji understood you when it came to taking care of people

He knows you have a lot on your plate and never tries to get you to forget about the cards that life dealt you

You know how in the spin-off Baji’s mom hides Yakisoba for herself?

Well, she buys and extra stash that Baji can steal anytime to take to your house so you and your siblings have meals when life is crazier than usual and you don’t have time to cook

He will also try to help them with homework

Though most of the time, they’re helping him with his homework

Sometimes, when you have to work or stay after school, he takes care of your siblings for you

They really love him.

He tells the best bedtime stories

He loves you too much to do anything that could upset you

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[tiredfinch]

sometimes I think about James Fleamont Potter writing "James Evans" in his little diary like Fiona in Shrek and I experience joy. like yes! be hopelessly in love with your future wife James! yes !

[iwillnotdieamonster]

"This is a beautiful letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date. I am impressed at the way she was instantly able to make the decision to choose love over her career. Indeed, the world needs more of this.

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.

Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.

Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.

I'll be seeing you.

Love,

Fiona"

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