#literally me at 830 this morning

[chronal-anomaly]

no please,,, no more

[pebblezone]

who’s up making sound effects ☝️☝️☝️

[rynwritesstuff]

No Way to Say ‘Goodbye’

Kylo Ren x Reader

Warnings: Literally just so much unspoken love. Like, an insane amount of it.

Word Count: 830

Summary: You wake up with Kylo Ren.

Author’s Note: This is just a reminder that my requests ARE open for pretty much any of Adam’s characters! If you have any ideas, thoughts, or requests, feel free to send them my way :) Also, I am thinking of making a new taglist for my writing, so if you’d like to be tagged in my writing, let me know, and I’ll be sure to make that happen! - Ryn

“I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm. Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new. In city and in forest, they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try. Your eyes are soft with sorrow, and hey, that's no way to say goodbye . . .” - Hey That’s No Way to Say Goodbye, Feist

It is early when Kylo Ren wakes and looks over to his left. You are sleeping beside him, your chest rising and falling steadily as you dream. He finds himself wondering what it is you’re dreaming about. If it’s good. If it’s calm. If it’s him. 

He’s leaving today. That much is certain. He has to find the scavenger, turn her, bring her to the Dark Side. He’s not sure how long he’ll be gone for. Kylo reaches down and caresses your cheek, an action that he normally wouldn’t be caught doing during the day. If the two of you were on a planet, though, the sun wouldn’t even be up, so Kylo lets himself touch your cheek. Your hair is splayed out on his pillow, and you stir as he pulls his hand away. 

This could be the end of everything, Kylo realizes as emotion rises behind his eyes. He doesn’t cry. He never cries, but he might right now. You just look so beautiful and soft and . . . Good. 

You are good. A good lover, a good conversationalist, a good person. He’s the complete opposite, always so tied up with responsibilities and tasks that mean little to him. He doesn’t have time to be good. 

Your eyes open slowly, and Kylo’s face is the first thing that you see. You smile instantly. Kylo isn’t sure why. 

“Hey,” you say, reaching for his hand. “What time is it?” 

“Five,” Kylo says. You hum, bringing his hand to your lips so that you can kiss his fingers. He swallows harshly. “When do you have to go?” 

“Soon.” 

You nod, looking away from his face so that you can focus on his hand. His hands are so lovely: Big and rough and strong. You bring it up to your cheek, silently asking him to touch the skin there. 

He does. 

“You should go,” Kylo breathes, voice barely above a whisper. He knows that his voice is on the verge of shaking. You nod, offering him a small smile. 

“I know, love,” you say. Kylo rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Will you call me while you’re away?”

“If you would like that,” he says. “Of course I would.”

You sit up, stretching and looking away. You knew this was coming, but you didn’t think it would be so soon. You thought he’d at least get you something to eat, something to drink, something to hold onto. 

You go to stand and get re-dressed – you’re still naked from the night before – and Kylo catches your wrist. You look back at him. 

“I . . . “ he starts.

There is so much he needs to tell you, like how he notices the way you stare at him during meetings, and how much you make him feel, and how deeply you have derailed his existence just by being yourself and having him in this way. 

He closes his mouth. 

You sigh, then pull away and grab your clothes. You get dressed slowly, and you feel his eyes on you the entire time. You grab Kylo’s undershirt, the one he was wearing last night, and slip it on over your uniform. “May I keep this?” you ask him. 

“Yes.”

You nod, then pull the sleeves down over your wrists. “I’ll, um . . . I’ll go, then,” you say after you pull your boots on. Kylo stands quickly, still wearing only a pair of underwear, and steps in front of you. He looks at you desperately, wishing more than anything that you could simply read his mind so that he wouldn’t have to say it out loud–

“Please be safe while I’m gone,” Kylo says. You put your hands on his warm chest as he speaks. “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.” 

You smile softly, gently, and reach up to touch the scar on his cheek. 

“Nothing will happen to me, love,” you say. “Don’t worry. Just bring the scavenger back with you, alright?” 

Kylo nods. 

“I will.”

You lean up and kiss him, then. It is deep. Passionate. Loving. It conveys all that the two of you are too afraid to say: I love you. I need you. Take care of yourself.

You pull away, tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, and offer him a smile. 

“I’ll see you, Supreme Leader.”

Kylo nods, pulling his hands off of your hips as you take your hand off his cheek. 

“Yes,” he says quietly. “Soon.”

[pbandjesse]

I had jury duty today! I did not get to be on a jury but it was so close! I was literally one number away, I was next in line!! Wild. Today was a lot of waiting.

It wasn't a bad day but it did start in a pretty stressful way. I woke up around 630 after not being able to fall asleep until almost 2. I just laid there since I didn't have to be awake until 7. But then James came in and they were like. Your alarm didn't go off! Your phone won't turn on! And they were just so stressed. I was trying to figure out what was going on but also I was not awake yet and trying not to melt down.

I walked James through how to log into my tablet to get my jury info so I could have that on my tablet if my phone wasn't going to work.

I went and got dressed and once I was ready we sat down to see what was up with my phone. James kept saying they would go get me a new one and I was like that is not productive if we don't know what happened to this one. And thankfully we were able to find a reddit post that said how to get it to work and it did work. Held the power button down for 30 seconds and it came right back. Fully charged. No idea why it has a frozen black screen. Bizarre. At least that was solved.

James drove me to the court house. I liked my outfit a lot today. And it was a good choice for today. It was stupidly cold. I could have worn more layers when I was outside but for in the court house I was very comfortable.

Getting there before 8 as absolutely the move though because I got in and got through the line and paid so quickly. They give you $30 now. And everyone was pretty nice to me so I wasn't as anxious as I have been in the past.

I got a seat in a good room. And read for an hour. I was doing a pretty good job of reading, then scrolling on TikTok, then doing some emailing and searching for other houses for us to see. The offers for the house we saw on Sunday were due tonight. And we got that in right at the end of the day. So that's up to the universe now, but I wanted to have some more to look at if this one doesn't work out. Can't fall into despair!

At 830 the first announcements would happen. The TV screen was incredibly loud. To the point where people were all covering their ears and someone tried to figure out of the screens had volume control. It was a little unbearable. Eventually it would get lower but the announcements were horribly loud.

They played two movies today. Hidden figures and the new Annie. I think they play Hidden Figures every time I have been at jury duty. It is always a good watch though and I enjoyed it extra with all the older black women having a running commentary the entire time. No sarcasm, they were a delight to listen to.

A group got called a few minutes after 9 but not my number. I just tried to be comfortable and read. My legs were aching a bit and my nose was very dry which made me sniffly. But I was alright and it was not a bad morning. I was hoping I would be called to a jury but no luck before the lunch break.

I decided I wouldn't leave because it was cold outside. James had packed me snacks. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands and was surprised how packed the little bathroom was. But it was fine. Washed hands, walked the floor a little, and went back to the room.

The break went until 145. And since they weren't playing the movies anymore I had quiet to read my book. I have less then 100 pages left but I got a lot done. Honestly the end here is stressing me out really bad so I'm finding it hard to read it straight through. I keep reading a little and putting it down for a few minutes. It's hard when the main character is the bad guy.

When people started coming back the movie would come back on. And pretty quickly they were calling another group. And I was in this one!

About 150 of us were called to go to the second building across the street. We had to turn off our phones and it would be a very long process.

The walk over wasn't bad. It was surprisingly cold.we had to go upstairs and went to a fancy room. Probably trh fanciest one I've been in.

This part took a long time. First they had to call all of our numbers. Remember there are at least 150 of us. So that took a while. They there were the questions. And the once all the questions were answered we had to go up to talk to the judge and give our answers if we said yes to anything.

I had to say yes to two things. First that I had served in a jury in 2018. And second that my sister was in jail. The judge asked what her charges were and after I told her I said "she was sort of a gangster" which made the defendant laugh. So I got an accused attempted murderer to laugh so that was pretty great.

We were back there from 2 until 530. This was pretty rough. I chatted with the guy who sat next to me. And with some people around me. I would read a bit. I secretly turned my phone back on to check in with James. They were coming to pick me up but we're just waiting in the car somewhere and I felt bad. But they said it was all good. And they would take me to dinner after they got me.

The part where groups had to stand up in front and the lawyers got to say yes or no was interesting. But took forever. They would both agree on someone and then a few minutes later change their mind. I really wanted to be on the jury. But no dice. The guy who had the next closest number to me went up and was chosen and then it was over. I was only slightly disappointed.

I let James know I was free and they let me know they would meet me at the corner. So I made it outside and was really cold!! But I didn't have to wait long.

I was very happy to see James. And they were happy to see me. We talked about the offer on the house. And the excitement and my feelings about people's opinions. About how I feign flightiness but I don't actually do anything without planning things out and making sure I have thought them through. James says that my Ed didn't raise a fool. Which made me laugh.

We went to five below for dinner. And it was good. We are peanuts and talked about moving and work and the holidays. We are our food and tried the seasonal sodas. It was fun. And then we went next door to get a dessert. James got donuts and I got a milkshake. I chatted with a mom who dropped her tissue pack. And me and James kept pointing at the ice cream flavors and saying "that's you". Just being silly.

We got home and I was super thrilled to be back. I felt gross and would take a long bath which made me feel a little better. But being in bed was the biggest help. And that's where me and James are now. I painted my toes. James tried to bake their bread but the oven wouldn't turn on. We will contact Tina about that again tomorrow because it seems to have gotten worse. Which is unsafe.

Now though it is time for sleep. I am looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. It has been so long! And then we have our ceramics class. It will be a long day but I'm looking forward to that.

Sleep well everyone. Be safe and be kind.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

I posted 2,528 times in 2022

That's 1,019 more posts than 2021!

473 posts created (19%)

2,055 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@myloversgone

@awkward-and-indecisive

@lastcallatrockysbar

@charred-angelwings

I tagged 634 of my posts in 2022

#dean winchester - 105 posts

#the boys s3 - 100 posts

#jensen ackles - 91 posts

#dean x reader - 80 posts

#dean x y/n - 79 posts

#the boys s3 spoilers - 74 posts

#dean winchester fan fiction - 73 posts

#dean x ofc - 44 posts

#dean winchester fan fic - 41 posts

#fic rec - 41 posts

Longest Tag: 88 characters

#yes - strawberries bananas and cashews tossed together and drizzled with nutella! heaven

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I Warned You

Summary: Soldier Boy has warned you, and you've disobeyed his direct order once again. You should have known punishment was coming.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. Dom!Soldier Boy, Sub!reader, spanking with a belt, pain, tears, degrading names used, punishment, implied smut, implied pussy spanking, implied over-stimulation, implied edging, implied orgasm denial.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Y/N

Word Count: 389

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write only the dialogue for a scene.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: So, I saw this post from @siospins2 and I decided I just had to write that fic she mentioned, sorry if this is much dirtier than you'd imagined! I'm not even sure this could be classified as a fic - it's literally just filth, since it's literally, just dirty dom/sub talk. It was weird to write something with no prose whatsoever, but kind of an interesting exercise. As you're reading, I invite you to remember just how fucking sexy Soldier Boy's voice is! 🤤🤤🤤 Hope you enjoy this for what it is!

(Oh, and P.S. @charred-angelwings this post is the inspiration for the shield inclusion! So thank you! 😁)

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329 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#4

Say Thank You

Summary: How can Y/N show Soldier Boy her gratitude.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. This is just porn. Unprotected sex (P in V), oral (m receiving), brief fingering, rough face fucking, gagging, slight praise kink, dom!soldier boy vibes, rough sex, all smut, no fluff. 

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

Word Count: 2,100

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  The prompt I’m writing for today is: Write about a Thank You.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: This is the very first time I’m writing for Soldier Boy. Obviously we don’t know much about him yet, so I apologize if my interpretation of him doesn’t ring completely true for you. I’ll just be forced to watch more Soldier Boy, I guess...for research! 😜 My tags are a little weird right now, as I keep writing about new people and characters.  So, if I’ve tagged you here and you don’t want to be tagged, please don’t hesitate to let me know and I won’t tag you in any future Soldier Boy stuff.  😊

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384 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#3

How To Annihilate Your To-Do List

Summary: Y/N has a very long to-do list, can Dean convince her to let it get longer, and stay in bed with him instead?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Fingering. Kissing. General morning making out. Fluff - it's pretty much all smutty fluff!

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 830

A/N: Just a little drabble that came into my head after seeing this post. I may also have a massive to-do list, but it's gloomy and rainy in my part of the world, and it got me thinking how lovely it would be if I could just spend the day in bed with Dean instead. Hope you enjoy the...smuff? Flut? Lol! I don't think there's a word for fluffy smut - but enjoy anyway! 💓

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The sound of your alarm made you groan and roll over to try and shut it off with a series of angry slaps to your phone, one of which eventually hit the right button and silenced the loud, percussive music that you'd specifically chosen so you couldn't sleep through it.

There was another groan behind you as Dean wrapped his thick arm around your ribcage and pulled you back against him. He ducked his head and nuzzled his face into your hair, his breath soft and hot against the back of your neck. His body was so warm and the blankets were so cozy you immediately fell back into a doze.

The slamming bass of the song came blaring on again ten minutes later, telling you that you'd only snoozed your alarm. Which was a good thing because as you picked it up and shut it off again, you growled slightly at the fact that you actually had to get up. You had so many chores to get done, so many errands to run. It was your first real day off in almost three weeks and all the little day-to-day crap that you'd been putting off, was now a mile long to-do list.

You tried to pull Dean's arm off of you carefully, hoping you didn't have to wake him. But as you tried to scoot out from under his long, strong limb, Dean wrapped it tight around you again and doubled down by throwing one of his heavy, muscled thighs over both of your legs, pinning them in place.

"No." He said, quick and grumbly, as though he was a particularly deep-voiced toddler.

But then his voice turned persuasive. "Stay." He breathed against the curve of your bare shoulder, as he rubbed his lips softly across your skin. He trailed kisses back up your neck before nosing along your jawline and nipping gently at your throat.

You melted into him, your brain trying to rationalize staying in bed all day with Dean instead of ticking things off of your to-do list. One last practical part of you was yelling in the distance to behave yourself and get up and do the things responsible adults were supposed to care about.

But then Dean's big hand cupped your breast and squeezed gently and every good intention flew out the window. You turned your head and then rolled onto your back so Dean was hovering above you. He smiled slow and sexy, his face still full of sleepiness, as he slid his hand down your torso, fingers drumming lightly against your skin as they moved.

Just as he was about to reach your warm, wet, heat, your phone started up again; clearly you hadn't succeeded in shutting off the stupid alarm.

Before you could do anything about the noise, Dean reached across your body and grabbed the phone off the bedside table.

"No!" He said again, his voice a deep, angry grumble now as he whipped your phone across the room so it hit the wall and went silent.

Your eyes grew wide and you gasped. "Dean! What the hell? That was my phone! What are you a caveman?"

In answer Dean grunted low and harsh, a sound that went straight to your core and had you dripping for him despite your annoyance. He grabbed on to both your wrists, wrapping his thick fingers around them easily and pressing them into the pillow on either side of your head.

He growled into your ear and shivers wracked your body. "Mmm...yeah, and this caveman has no intention of letting you out of this bed at all today."

He laved his wide tongue across your lips, licking them open before crushing his lips against yours. The kiss was deep and primal; he sucked on your tongue and bit at your lips until you were writhing under him desperate for more.

Your responsible side made one last ditch effort to get you to listen, as you panted against his neck while his lips wrapped around your earlobe and tugged.

"But...I...ah!...fffuck...Dean! - " Your sentence was interrupted as he let go of one wrist to let his wandering fingers trace down your body and then delve into your slick heat. "I...I have...stuff..." Another breathless gasp as two thick fingers slid into you. "...stuff..." You finished lamely as your one free hand grabbed hold of his wrist, holding it in place against your soaking wet pussy as he lazily dipped his fingers in and out of your body.

He watched your face as he fucked you with his fingers, watched the ripple of desire and pleasure move across your features.

"Nah, some asshole broke your phone, so your to-do list doesn't exist." He curled his fingers forward, hitting your sweet spot and making you cry out, bucking against his hand.

His voice was a growl again as he whispered into your ear. "Might as well just stay here with me, sweetheart."

You moaned out your total agreement.

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452 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#2

The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair

Summary: This isn't the first time Y/N's done Jensen's hair for a shoot, but there's something about this shoot that's making things pretty rough for her.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. The tiniest fluff at the end, but pretty much all smut. Unprotected sex, PinV, Oral (m/f receiving) fingering, edging, light orgasm denial, slight Dom! Jensen, face and throat fucking. I think that's everything.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 3,346

A/N: So, this is the very first time I've ever written RPF, hope I don't disappoint. I don't know how often I'll be writing for Jensen, so I think I'll keep my taglists as is right now. Gonna tag my Dean Fics list in this one, but please let me know if you don't want to be tagged in any future Jensen fics and I'll make a note not to include you if there's a next time.

I wholeheartedly blame the gif below for this fic and for forcing me to finally write a RPF. I just couldn't help it. I know the shoot below was actually a bunch of the boys cast, but I left them out of it! Lol!

I'm going to say that the Jensen I'm writing about in the story is, of course a complete work of fiction made up out of my own horndog brain (let's say he's a Jensen from somewhere else in the Multiverse! 😜) and this fictionalized Jensen is single.

Finally, I wrote this pretty quick, so sorry for any mistakes!

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“That’s great Jensen - this all looks amazing!  Just hold that same pose. Good, good.” The photographer, Jordan, was calling out encouragement to Jensen as he sat on the floor in his ripped up wardrobe. 

Jordan stood up from where he’d been squatting, taking close-up shots and waved to you and Trini, the make up artist. “Could you come do some touch-ups girls, while I switch out lenses?”

The idea of the shoot was supposed to be Jensen recovering from a wild night. As such the direction was for Trini to give him a bit of a roughed up, slightly grubby look and you’d simply been told to make his hair look “tousled”. 

You’d had the chance to work on Jensen’s hair quite a few times now, during the five years you’d been working with Jordan.  He did a lot of shoots for EW and Jensen tended to end up in the magazine quite a bit, given how many copies sold every time he graced the cover.

You’d built a nice relationship with the actor over the eight or nine times you’d worked on him.  He was always friendly, always charming, kind, funny, and never a prima donna dick. Which you were incredibly grateful for, since in this business you put up with a hell of a lot of that. 

Trini finished and moved out of the way so you could get down next to him and artfully arrange his hair so it looked like someone had been running their fingers through it. But using your combs and products to try and make it lay the way you wanted it to, wasn’t really working.  

You let out a little growl as his hair refused to behave.  You looked at him and saw a small smirk playing around his lips.  The near-grin made your stomach tighten and you cringed internally.  

Jesus, I thought I was getting better.

The first few times you’d worked with Jensen, you’d spent the entire shoot with heat shooting in waves across your skin every time you looked into his face, or when he’d lean over and give you a hug in greeting. Running your fingers through his hair had felt like heaven and hell rolled into one and it was everything you could do, those first few times, not to start panting while you worked on him. 

But you’d improved.  Or so you thought.

Now, you gave him a small smile back.  “Do you ever miss your short, easy to manage Dean hair?  Cause I do.” You said, not really meaning it.  You loved his hair no matter what, but his longer hair gave you visions of gripping it tight in your hands while he did unspeakable things to your body.

Jensen chuckled softly and then spoke quietly so only you could hear the low pitched words as they rumbled out of his chest.

“You’re blushing, Y/N.” His grin turned decidedly wicked and you felt yourself clenching around nothing as his tongue peeked through his teeth when he looked up at you where you kneeled in front of him.  “Why are you blushing?”

You felt your cheeks get even redder and you shook your head.  “I just...” Your voice was squeaky and weird and your cleared your throat and tried again. “I’m just frustrated.” You mumbled.

A light came into his eyes that told you he heard the double entendre you hadn’t meant to utter and his smile grew wider.  “I could help with that if you need.” 

You choked on your own saliva at his words and fell into a coughing fit.  Jordan brought you a bottle of water.  “You okay, Y/N?” He asked.  You gave a thumbs up.

“Okay, great.  Then let’s make sure he’s got the sex hair thing going and get these last few shots.”

You coughed again.  “Sex hair?” You asked Jordan, needing clarification on that one.

But it was Jensen who answered.  “You know, it’s supposed to look like someone had it gripped tight in their hands, or that they’ve have been running their fingers through it all night.” He shrugged and looked at Jordan with a nod. “Sex hair.  I get it.”

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663 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Learning About the Perks of Feminism

Photo from @fromjjwithlove blog

Summary: Y/N wants Soldier Boy badly. But she wants him on her terms. Can he handle her modern ways?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Pretty much all smut. Some tiny bit of plot. Soldier Boy being a grumpy asshole, Unprotected PinV sex, pull-out method of BC used, coming on tits, oral, m/f receiving, face riding. Fluff if you squint.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Y/N

Word Count: 2,620

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Write about your MC nicknames. I took some liberty with this prompt, but they do talk about what he want's Y/N to call him.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: This post is the inspiration for this fic. The amazing @deanswaywardgirl deserves so much credit for spurring on my horny brain with an amazing smutty scenario. And @candy-coated-misery0731 deserves all the credit for encouraging the writing of this fic. So, you owe any smutty happiness this fic brings you, to those two lovelies! 😄😄

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1,846 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

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[daveinediting]

It's definitely a new experience watching a production spin up online through conversations and photographs, the evidence of a production team working hard to tell a story on the fly... a process that's its own fascinating story.

It also helps me make predictions about my own day.

The morning was, as expected, an exercise in absorbing the script. Reading and making notes. Reading and making plans. Reading and setting up the project in Premiere Pro. Thinking about what's coming my way and how I'll want to engage with it. And so on.

The morning was also about semi-front row seats to the work of two other professionals: the composer and the graphic designer who both got a head start on the day leaving me about 6-8 hours behind. The graphic designer took their cue from the producer about opening titles that also suggested the design for close credits. The composer sketched out some ideas first thing upon getting the script.

One of the challenges of the day on the post production side, was that our composer had to tag out around 10 that night. She wouldn't be available all the way through Sunday when we polish polish polish... so there had to be finished music before the first cut was even on its feet.

And so it was.

For example, she had the music for the fight scene done well before I actually got around to cutting the fight scene. The music was done before I had an idea for the fight scene. Pretty much before I saw the footage for the fight scene.

And guess what?

It turned out brilliantly. As if she'd scored the music to what I cut instead what happened… which was that I cut the fight scene and then laid the music under it.

Speaking of editing, I finished my Saturday on the early side. Around 230 Sunday morning.

What can I say?

When your first time doing this takes you through 5AM Sunday morning...

Two-thirty in the morning seems pretty reasonable. 

In other news and once again, the writing team pulled off a quirky script with heart. It seems to be their signature regardless of genre. There's a cleverness in their work, a natural tendency to find the humanity in any circumstance including the fantastic, the strange, and the absurd.

And yes. They also have no problem finding the laugh out loud funny when they want to.

Their signature seems always to be a certain empathy for the characters they create that I find heartening.

I'm told, by the way, they have a secret weapon: one amongst their ranks who seems to thrive in the ungodly hours of the morning.

The reason that came up?

They delivered this round's script, intended for an 830 Saturday morning shoot... at 430 the same morning. After which, between call time and when cameras rolled, the director and producer reconciled diverging ideas for the script's ending with a clever compromise. Something that both served the story as well as each of their objectives, literally (and wonderfully) having it both ways.

I told them there's brilliance in their disagreements.

Which there is.

The major editing challenge of the day was Scene 2 of the script that was one of those very complicated to shoot scenes. It also, therefore, happens to be one of those scenes that's a headache to edit. This time around, we're talking about two speakers and four audience members for which there's three takes of the wide shot encompassing the entire scene, a two-shot of the PTA president and fundraiser, singles of each, a single of one of the group members and a two shot of that group member (the spy, actually) and the person next to whom they're sitting, as well as a two-shot of another pair of group members sitting nearby. Every take of the scene is the complete scene. There's full dialogue in every take. There are reactions in every take. There are different performances between the takes.

Just contemplating all those takes made my brain hurt. 

I was still working through all those takes when the producer and director came over after the shoot to drop off the afternoon's footage and talk through what they'd done... as some changes were made on the fly and weren't reflected in the script.

The best thing, though? The absolutely best thing once the director and I commiserated about Scene 2? 

He told me Scene 3 was done as a single take. And then it turned out scene 4 was shot as a single. Scene 5 was a short single. And Scene 6 was a fight scene involving a mop and an umbrella for which there was plenty of footage but not egregiously so. It's one of those things where I could see what the director and photographer were going for and I leaned into it.

Hard.

I think in my career, I've done a piece on boxing with actual fighting in the ring. I cut a short film that involved a fight on a beach with a flaming sword. And then this one with the mop, the umbrella, and the guy who gets his feet completely knocked out from under him. I haven't yet been able to stop watching and re-watching that section of film. If I'd been able to resist that temptation, I easily would've been to bed by two in the morning instead of two-thirty.

Oh well.

Anyway, last night's rough cut features full color correction, sound design, and music. We're missing the graphics that are forthcoming today. And I've got the sound mix yet to do.

However.

We're set up today to do what we've always done while some teams are still shooting and some editors are just grappling with their first cuts. When the director and producer wake up, they'll look at my overnight cut and judge it on the spot. They'll track any obvious misstep on my part that needs fixing. They'll think about what's already great and  figure out if there's even more great to wring from the footage. Or more funny. Or more intensity or empathy. Then they'll come over later this morning and we'll polish the first cut to within an inch of its life. We'll regard different options available to us, try a few of them out, and when we're done...

You better believe it. We'll be done.

A fully no regrets experience by the time we deliver our work.

And yes. Now that you ask...

There's nothing like it.

🙂

[ohso-lovelylaura]

When I was in high school I was best friends with this girl I'll call J. The best way to describe her is she is very white. Like her personality. And I grew up in a super white family too but idk I wasn't as.... corny??? Lol Like I'm definitely still white people corny but she was so white she isnt even self aware about it. And she was also super religious and very involved in her church, and was friends with the pastor and his family. I grew up an atheist, my parents never brought me to church, we have absolutely zero religion-related things in my house. So how we were best friends I don't know. Honestly probably just cause we had so many of the same classes in high school and middle school.

Anyways that's just for background on her. I'm still friends with her on Facebook and she posts a lot. And some of the stuff is so embarrassing to me. Like it's so cringe. There is this one moment from high school she brings up all the time. I think it was Jr or Sr year she climbed out of a window during class. Now mind you it only lead to a little court yard so she was still completely in school grounds and she really liked the teacher of that class and it was her 3rd time having them so obviously the teacher knew she wasn't serious and was just joking around. But to her that was such a wild and crazy moment. 10 years later she still talks about it on facebook.

People were doing drugs in the bathroom, a kid brought a gun to school (at least once that I know of), I was friends with a girl who immediately after graduation fucked one of the math teachers. I did multiple shots of vodka at 830 in the morning during homeroom. Her pretending to run away cause she's just so crazy 🤪 is literally the most tame thing to have ever happened at that school. A kid tried unaliving himself in the hallway, I knew a couple that had sex in the kitchen.

She's the whitest person I know. A fascinating creature. I really hope I'm not as white as her lol

[runninglikeabuckley]

ran over from YouTube to tell you that your you are in love buddie edit made me ugly sob into my mattress at 830 in the morning and if u ever post it here I will be the first to reblog it bc I need to inflict that damage on my friends 🫶 I ADORE buddie edits to that song and it's literally the best one I've ever seen. "BEST FRIEND"? "KEEP HIS SHIRT"? oh I'm in shambles. - @team-118

aw thank you!! i literally just got another message about it, so i’m gonna post it now!

[domesticated-whores]

see, no, because addiction is stupid as hell because I vape and drink, both often enough, but I'm not addicted. I will drink socially or after a shitty day but I don't crave alcohol or anything. I come from a mother that drinks heavily and a father with an addictive personality, but it's a casual thing for me that I could go either way on. I'll drink when offered, but that's usually it. I vape almost daily for the past year and a half maybe, but I also sporadically stop for a while if I'm at my dad's for a day or two (he doesn't know I vape) or if I'm low on money and need to cut vapes out for a week or two. zero negative affects despite vaping nearly every day in fluctuating amounts (sometimes very little, sometimes a moderate? amount, not usually super heavily), I could probably never touch a vape again with little issue, I literally just started so that I would be able to let my friends borrow when they don't have theirs.

but CAFFEINE, mother fucker?? addicted. active fucking withdrawal. bad. last night I stayed up late and when I woke up this morning I was a bit out of it because sleepy, and I forgot to grab an energy drink before going to my mother's all day. spent all fucking day DEAD as FUCK. didn't even fucking REALIZE why I took an eight hour (on and off) nap between doing my laundry, and why any time I was awake I felt like such fucking trash. like, nausea and rage with the only fix being more sleep. didn't hit me until like 5pm that I didn't have any caffeine at all today, and by then it was too late to have one and also sleep tonight, and I do have an okay sleep schedule that I'm hoping to keep semi-intact. but, fuck!! not even functional today in the slightest, I'll tell you.

chemicals are so weird. they do such weird things to your brain. again, how the fuck is nicotine (from a chemical standpoint SIGNIFICANTLY more addictive) like a fun little thing out of convenience that I can just randomly drop for a week with no negative effects to me, while caffeine is so necessary for basic human functions from me and I feel like I might actually die without it. like, I'm so tired every time I fall drift off I deadass feel like there's no amount of sleep that will fix this exhaustion and I might not wake up from it. typing this specifically not to pass the fuck out right now, I'm not going to bed before fucking 830 or something more reasonable especially after that 8 hours of napping today.

also, friend has been messaging me and he's worth talking to fr. anyone else? ignored af. left on read. but this man different. but I'm putting so much effort into typing this and making coherent answers. 20 minutes to give him 4 words type shit. stupid as hell. christ.

[xxxtwilightaxelxxx]

@maxislvt I am so so sorry I haven't reblogged this yet, I admit I read it shortly after it came out but I was so overwhelmed how much I loved it I forgot to reblog, so please enjoy a reading commentary of this :D

[ ] Her adorable Little hermit omg XD

[ ] Okay so, in America are community events mandatory? Like, can you just not have anything to do with the neighbourhood except live there?

[ ] Wanda def was the first to talk, and I bet she was so patient with how shy yn is, that and yn was probs having her heart exploding, seeing her lol

[ ] Open for wanda you mean lol

[ ] I admit since working in retail it has helped my confidence in talking to ppl, not to the point I can make small talk but the fact I'm able to ask a customer if they need help if I see them looking for something, not everyone tho lol

[ ] When you say hand to face do you mean like a face plam so the hand is on the lips so it's muffled or kinda like when you have the sun in your eyes?

[ ] That's a nice author add, photography what made you think of that? Or did it inspire you when it came to thinking what to get yn for Christmas?

[ ] Wanda getting her future wife a job lol

[ ] I'd cry if she made me lunch every Wednesday. She'd have to give it to me Tuesday night or Wednesday morning depending on my shift since I start either 830 or 1130

[ ] Well she'd probs make me just come into her house even earlier so she can make it lol

[ ] What id give for her to touch my hand ;_;

[ ] My heated blanket is a life saver, my room is so cold cause my window isn't sealed properly, and my radiator is behind my TV so I've never used or once so yeah

[ ] So is she like redoing the whole lunch or just adding a soup to the lunch XD

[ ] Daww literally yn getting breakfast lunch and dinner from wanda ;_;

[ ] I struggle with breakfast due to the time I get up and making it so I either have a protein bar or quickly butter some bread ;_; this is making me tear up.

[ ] Vision can take his food and leave lol

[ ] Oh what id give for her to cup my face in her hands ;_;

[ ] Shes gonna drop me off work? Dude my work is 30 min away, that means she's gotta drive back and forth to pick me up;_; Bless her.

[ ] Lol she wants to buy anything her baby wants lol

[ ] Sugar mommy vibes lol

[ ] Lol yn calling her ms maximoff

[ ] Already have grandkids lol

[ ] I'm hoping wanda teached her kids on how to talk to yn or asked them to be patient because of her shyness and never interacting with kids.

[ ] I bet wanda felt something, seeing her kids and yn together on the couch like that

[ ] Wanda can't help but want yn so much in her life, inviting her to Christmas cause itll make her really happy lol she's so much in love with her

[ ] Ooooffffff oh fuckkkkk

[ ] You bloody know she either did or wanted to brush her hands on yns chest as she zipped that jacket fjskxndnsjdnd

[ ] I bet she whispered it also

[ ] Damn kids lol

[ ] I bet they know wanda has a crush on her or something cause they would have been confused right?

[ ] Wanda wanting someone her age and capable...ouch that hurt

[ ] The capable not the her age lol

[ ] Does wanda live in a mansion or something lol, if she can hold so many ppl XD

[ ] I'm not a fan of agatha but lol the plaything comment XD

[ ] WANDA SECRETLY WANTING TO SHOW YN OFF AS IF SHES HER DOG/PLAYTHING

[ ] bark bark lol I can be a good puppy lol just give me a chance

[ ] Daw I bet wanda was gutted as well seeing that sight

[ ] Daw thank you for including a Hanukkah mention

[ ] I'm just your neighbour ;_; like me I don't think I'm special so why would she focus so much on someone who thinks they don't deserve it

[ ] Daww wandas confession lol she's so bloody cute, she's a mother hen to yn lol but she's also in love with yn of course and seeing her alone and cold she wants to be there and warm her up

[ ] Lol yn better not have anything that shouldn't be seen hidden lol

[ ] Lol my video games would not be organised lol that house would be dusty as heck.

[ ] Lol a cute sweater

[ ] I've got a gangster wrapper with two gangster rabbits and presents in front of them XD

[ ] I dont like kids or want them but I'd commit to learning to like Billy and Tommy for wanda lol

[ ] As long as they learn to understand me and how we can communicate lol

[ ] Dude you know wanda is gonna have a room for yn fo use and it'll be like called her hermit den or cave lol

[ ] Lol the next thing you know she's gonna call yn her fiance randomly before asking her to marry her XD

[ ] Dude come on your know she was thinking kinky ideas also lol

[ ] Imagining yn under her and hearing sounds she's only dreamed of

[ ] But loads of kisses can be a down payment XD

Thank you oh so fucking much for this, I loved it oh so much and wish to have her in my life;_; such a bloody good ride to read

Baby It's Cold Outside

Summary: Wanda had always kept an eye out for her neighbor. So when she finds you alone and cold on Christmas, she can't help but intervene.

Warnings: Age-gap relationships, R being gay again, also it's not projecting if it's part of the request!!

A/N: This reads like a fucking Hallmark movie.

Event Masterlist

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Being neighbors with Wanda had many perks. She was a kind soul. It didn’t matter what the occasion was — if someone needed help, she was the first to step up and make a plan. She attended every PTA and neighborhood watch meeting she possibly could. Wanda was the sun of Westview, and not a single person could escape her compassionate rays. No one except her adorable little hermit of a next-door neighbor. You were a bit of a mystery in the community. You were young, just moved in, and seemingly didn’t know anyone in the area. As if the lack of attachments wasn’t enough, you were painfully shy. You had missed the first few community parties since no one could contact you. When you did attend the first pool party, all you did was sit on a floatie and drink.

Wanda was fortunate enough to be one of the few people you actually talked to in the neighborhood. Though the conversations were brief, she learned a lot about you. Most of it was through simply watching you but you were surprisingly open with Wanda. Despite your crippling shyness, you worked in retail. You had a really bad habit of putting your hand in your face when you spoke. Wanda assumed it was so you had an excuse not to look people in the eye. You also really enjoyed photography. You loved it so much, that the simple promise of taking pictures was all it took to get you out of the house. Wanda even convinced the principal to commission you to take yearbook photos.

Wanda thought you were the cutest thing to ever wander into the neighborhood. Though she denied it if anyone asked, the older woman had developed a slight crush on you. She was kind to you because she was kind to everybody, but not everyone could say that Wanda gave them homemade lunch every Wednesday. In fact, those Wednesday lunch boxes were the start of a real relationship between you and Wanda.

"Here you go, sweetheart! I made sure to add some extra Oreos in there!" Wanda was always extra bubbly on Wednesdays. She'd wait until the morning to actually pack your lunch so you'd have no choice but to sit down and warm up a bit before heading off to work. Having actual conversations and hearing your thoughts about the world was oddly relaxing for her. Any relaxation she got from that day's conversation was immediately thrown out the window when her hands brushed yours. "Your hands are as cold as ice! You're not sick are you?" Wanda carefully grabbed your hand and squeezed.

The extra touch made you jump out of your skin. "Oh! I'm fine, my heater sorta broke last night while I was sleeping. I'm working an extra shift tonight so I can get fixed, don't worry about me!!" You and Wanda had been friends for almost a year and you had yet to learn how she worked. Every time you told her not to worry, she would only worry about you more. "I got a heated blanket and a lot of pillows on my bed, I'll be fine for a few days!" A brave smile spread across your face with the hopes of getting Wanda to relax about your condition.

Wanda pressed the back of her hand against your forehead. Your temperature was fine and you seemed to only have the sniffles, but she wasn't going to leave you out to the wolves. "Fine, but let me make you some soup for lunch!" Before you could refuse, Wanda took the lunch box out of your hand and headed back towards the kitchen. "There's some pancakes leftover from breakfast this morning if you want and I'll make sure to make extra dinner tonight so you'll have something warm before bed."

Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. Just taking lunch from her once a week made you feel guilty, you'd never live down having her feed you three times in one day. "No, that's not necessary! I'm sure what you made me today is enough," You said as you reached for the lunch box. "Plus, isn't tonight when Vision comes over? I'd hate to intrude or give the wrong impression!" You continued to make grabby hands until Wanda used her free hand to cup your face.

"I'm going to make you soup for lunch and you're going to eat breakfast while I do it. Then, I'm going to drop you off at work to make up for having to stay." With her careful grip on your face and confident tone of voice, you were hopeless against her. "Vision wants to commission you again anyways. You two can talk about that over dinner." She gave your cheeks an affectionate squeeze before letting you go.

Having Wanda talk to you like that had certainly awakened something in you, but you elected to mindlessly follow her orders rather than think too hard about your attraction to your neighbor. "I'm sorry, but I can't do any more photography right now…my lens got scratched up and I can't afford to replace it right now." Opening up to Wanda was a slippery slope. One minute you're lamenting about your struggles and the next she's draining her wallet just to help.

Wanda nodded along as she began to cook. "Ah, well he won't need it until early next year so there's enough time to get that in order! What type of camera do you use?" She felt bad about taking advantage of your misfortune, but it was the only way you'd accept a gift from her. "Oh, and there's some juice in the fridge if you want."

Had you not been busy eating, you would've noticed the trap Wanda had set up. "Oh well, I'll use any camera, but I mostly prefer digital cameras over anything." The feeling of a homecook meal filling your stomach was wonderful. "This breakfast is really good, thank you Ms.Maximoff!"

Wanda sighed as she put a glass of juice next to your plate. "I told you, Wanda is just fine. You make me feel like I already have grandkids."She playfully flicked your forehead before turning back to the stove. "Also, a broken camera won't get you out of dinner. It'll be ready as soon as you get off work!"

You let out a sigh of defeat but continued eating. "Okay, just promise not to go overboard because I'm gonna be there. You know how you get with guests."

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Wanda had decided to take step back after having you over for dinner. You spent days desperately coming up with ways to pay back her kindness. After enough pleading, the two of you settled on just having you entertain the boys while she went gift shopping. Though Wanda was hesitant to leave you with the boys and take up your weekend, she left anyways.

After being stuck in dreadfully long lines and the densest traffic she'd ever seen, Wanda didn't exactly have high hopes when she returned. Billy was calm on his own, but Tommy had a way of bringing his brother out of his shell and into his world of chaos. Which was to say she was rather surprised to see her sons resting peacefully on the couch with you sandwiched in between. "Oh, this is definitely a first."

You looked up from the tv and smiled. "Yeah, Tommy was a bit of rugrat. Turns out he really likes puzzles though, it's a really easy weakness to exploit." You carefully moved out from between the twins. "I can help bring the gifts in if you want. I don't know how long these two will stay asleep when they realize I'm gone."

Wanda didn't bother trying to refuse you. "I would really appreciate that. Just hide them in Vision's old study for me." She handed you off the first few bags she brought in the house. "Do you have any plans for Christmas?" It was a simple question, but one that made her unreasonably nervous. "I mean, you probably do, but if not there's always a seat at my table for you!" She batted her eyelash and flashed the prettiest smile she could. "Even if you just step in to say hi, it'll make me really happy."

Rather than answer her, you just kept bringing in bags. You couldn't tell her the truth. There weren't any Christmas plans and you would just spend the day cooped up in your house. Wanda wouldn't let you do that. "Welp, that's all the gifts! Hope you and kids have a nice winter break!"

Wanda grabbed your coat sleeve before you could walk out of the house. She pulled your back flush against her chest. "I'd really appreciate it if you showed up." Her hands slid to your front and zipped up your jacket. She considered giving you a kiss on the cheek, but the moment was ruined by her twins' disgust.

"Noo, don't let mom give you cooties!"

You burst out into laughter at Tommy's interjection. "There's no cootie giving here. I promise your mom doesn't like me that way." The words sounded neutral leaving your mouth, but they disappointed you. "I'm sure Ms — Wanda wants someone her own age and more capable." You giggled to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm off to work! Call me if you need help wrapping stuff!"

"Fine, but the offer still stands!"

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Christmas day had arrived and you were nowhere to be found. The whole neighborhood and their relatives had packed themselves into her house, but you were just a ghost.

"Wow Wands, I'm surprised you haven't been showing off that new plaything of yours yet." Agatha's teasing voice filled the air. "Their car's still parked. They can't have gone far."

Wanda frowned at Agatha's description of you. "They're not my plaything and even if they were, I wouldn't show them off like some dog." Deep down, she knew part of that wasn't true. She'd happily show you around like a new puppy if you'd let her, but you weren't hers to show off. Not yet at least. "I'll go check on them, but promise not to say anything weird if they come over." Wanda grabbed her coat and made her way to your front door. At first, she just looked around to see if you were there. Maybe you'd been picked up by someone else when she wasn't looking out her kitchen window and hoping you'd walk over to her house. The adorable sight of you sleepily hunched over your laptop was all the confirmation she needed.

The knock on your door startled you. You climbed off your kitchen countertop and opened the door. Wanda standing in front of your door with her arms crossed was not what you expected at all. "Oh, hey Wanda." You stood up straighter and fixed your clothes. "Is everything alright, do you need me to watch the boys?" It confused you when Wanda shook her head. You peeked over to her house and noticed all the cars lined up in front of her house. "Oh, your Hanukkah party! How's that going?"

Wanda could only sigh. "No dear, it's my Christmas party. You know, the one I invited you to last week?" She watched as your face fell. You looked like a kid that just got caught with their hand in a cookie jar. "You're not taking anything from anyone by coming. Just a few hours, that's all I want." Her heart nearly exploded watching you shift from side to side.

"Why are you so nice to me all the time? I'm just your neighbor." Being defensive when you had no excuse wasn't a good habit, but you'd rather die than have Wanda waste another ounce of her kindness on you. "I'll be fine. My heat is back on and I've got enough food. Just go have fun." You got ready to close the door only for Wanda to put her foot in the hinge.

"I'm nice to you because I like you." It was Wanda's turn to blush. Karma for all the times she'd left you a stuttering mess for her own amusement. "I understand if you're not interested, but every time I see you I just get the urge to take care of you. It makes me sad seeing you overwork yourself and huddle up in your house all day." She gripped your door frame hoping you'd be at least kind enough to reject her softly.

Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. None of the words swirling in your head made sense. You were overjoyed at Wanda's confession, but you didn't wanna seem like a nerd in front of her. "...I'll…I'll go to your party, just let me get washed up first." You slowly opened the door and let Wanda into your home. "Sit down if you'd like, I'll be showering upstairs."

While you showered and rehearsed your own confession, Wanda roamed your house. There wasn't much, but you cared for what you had. The video games were neatly stacked and organized, your couch and furniture had just been cleaned, and the fruit washed and ready to eat. "You really do a good job at keeping… What is that?" The compliments on your house care were cut off by Wanda's astonishment at the sweater you choose to wear.

You looked down at your sweater and smiled happily. "Oh, I got it from the store I work at. I didn't get to wear it last year so I'm bringing it out today…do you like it?" The graphic skeleton with a Santa hat, mug of hot liquid, and decorations in its chest cavity wasn't exactly what Wanda expected of your style, but it was cute on you regardless.

"I think it's very cute. Now let's go, people we ask questions if they don't see me after a while."

You grabbed Wanda's hand and tugged it before she reached the door. "I really like you too. I understand if you want to go slow because of the boys, but I'm willing to commit." The seriousness on your face was foreign. "I'll try not to be such a hermit!"

Wanda kissed your cheek and simply led you back to her house. It was obvious you had practiced your confession, but she could always tease you about it later. Thankfully, not many people noticed how long she was gone so you were able to sneak into the crowd without too many questions. Of course, nothing escaped Agatha's watchful eyes but Wanda shielded you from her invasive questions.

Christmas was the first time you had stayed until the end of an event. Sure you had the ulterior motives of making a good impression on Wanda, but you genuinely had fun and hadn't noticed the hours ticked by. Cleaning and putting the boys to bed took a while, but you were satisfied to see Wanda's house back to its original state.

"Here! I meant to give you this when you first came over, but you were too busy partying to notice." Wanda carefully placed a box down on the countertop and smiled. She giggled at your hesitation. "You're not gonna refuse a Christmas gift from your girlfriend, are you?"

The title made your face hot. "That's a low blow, especially for you!" You carefully pulled off the wrapping paper and lifted the lid. Your heart stopped once you saw what was inside. "Wanda, this is almost a thousand dollars worth of equipment! I can't accept this, I didn't get you anything."

While you mulled over a way to pay Wanda back, her mind began to wander. "I can think of a few ways you can pay me back," She whispered. Her hands cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. It was a lot deeper than the ones she imagined giving you before. "A few more of those and we'll be even. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

[pewterwizard]

The super bowl and ren fair are happening at once and I live and work right between the two events so I'm fighting for my life to get to and from work these last 3 days.

The sky was pretty this morning but it was behind me so I only got glimpses from my rearview mirror

Mystery pain thing is still happening but much much milder from yesterday. Yesterday felt like I got hit by a car today feels like the residuals of it. Muscles ache back hip and stomach (bowel movements ok I'm eating fine ?????) It's 830 at night so I've decided to take a muscle relaxer and half it bc my body is sensitive along with a 600 ibuprofen.

It truly feels like someone's vexed me or smth with mysterious pain.

Last time I had a hypoglycemic shake I was literally eating a huge burrito so :( maybe delaying myself food bc it was 2am has just made the residuals so much worse.

I'm not working after tomorrow so hopefully we sell out wicked quick :) 👍

Ok love u bye

[pbandjesse]

I have a really intense head ache right now. I know it's because I'm very tired. I did a lot today and got really worn out but despite my best efforts I didn't actually take a nap and now I feel bad. I'll be okay but man. Ouch.

I also had trouble sleeping last night. I just wanted it to be morning. But I couldn't turn my brain off. I stayed up to say happy birthday to my brother at midnight. But then I couldn't fall asleep. I went and sat in the living room for a little while. And would play a puzzle game on my tablet. But would fall asleep around 230.

When o woke up at 830 I was pretty miserable. I tried to go back to sleep but it wasn't happening

I would just sort of lay there and scroll on my phone to slowly wake up. And that would work. And gave me enough energy to start getting stuff done.

I had done a pretty good job with getting everything away. So it was hard to decide where to start. I started slow. I stripped the bed and vacuumed. Made the bed nice. And then went to sort my large stuffed animals in the studio. I changed up their display. And the furby display a little. I put the couch squishmallows away and pulled out breadroll cat. Just a little change.

I would start in on the bathroom closet for the next few hours. This was very very overwhelming for me. I did not have fun for a while. The getting stuff out of the closet was hard. It's a very deep but very narrow closet and since it got sink water from the apartment above us it's kind of nasty.

So I got everything out. And I wiped things down. But I was hot and not entirely sure where to go.

I started cleaning the hammocks in the bathtub. This did not go great. They are disgusting. The soap bubbles were literally brown. I filled the tub twice before Will called James and said the apartment below us might be getting some water form the tub so I wouldn't do a third round. Well have to figure something else out I guess.

While the hammocks were soaking I started with piles. Hair stuff. Cleaning stuff. Soaps. First aid. Pharmacy. I would fill a whole trash bag. I found a lot ot expired stuff. I would have to take mini breaks to have a snack. I made some soda and munched on chips. James was teasing me for have apparently 6 bags of tortilla chips started. But I finished one today!! I don't have a problem!

I did a lot of combining. We had 4 first aid kits. Now we have two and one that is just bandaids. And I got all my hair stuff in my studio ottoman. Including hair dye and backup shampoo. I cleared out our medicine cabinet and filled a box with all fo James's things so they could decide where there things went. I tried to clean as I went. But around 1 I was exhausted and just couldn't climb on a ladder to put things away. I would assign the cleaning box, both the everyday and the backups, to James. As well as the extra towels box. They said they would when they got home and they did and I was thankful for the help, the teamwork.

I worked on the closet next. I put some stuff away I reorganized my hanging shelves. Since I wanted to keep all my shirts out. I also hung up a selection of sweaters in the studio with the jackets I'm keeping here. It will be nice to be able to see everything hanging up, which is my favorite way to store my clothes.

After I finished putting away some of the stuff I probably won't wear for a bit, I moved on to bags. I texted Annabelle a picture of the pile because I had told her about my bag collection. And it's bad. I did get rid of two but I still have so many. I chose a few to pull out and use the next week or so. I don't need to beat myself up. I'm not hurting anyone but I find so many ways to feel guilty.

I would also work on putting away shoes. I put all my "camp shoes" in one box and cleaned the shelf in the living room where I keep my daily rotation. I also moved my 4 pairs of heels into the closet with my snow boots. So much organizing.

I had so many little things in my bags, so I had to find places for that. But once that was done I would wash myself up before changing into a big Tshirt and laying down in the AC.

But I didn't sleep. I just watched videos. At least I was comfortable even if I couldn't sleep.

I got up and had a snack. Sat in the kitchen with sweetp. But soon returned to the AC

I would lay there for a long time. But before 4 I got dressed again and soon James was home. They found me on the couch. They would get the rest of the bathroom stuff put away. And I would paint my nails while they started sorting out nail polish collection. But soon enough it was time for us to go meet the Fulwilers for dinner.

We brought the figs I got for them. Anne seemed very excited. James and Tucker would actually find more on a fig tree in the alley so that was exciting. Though I was nervous about them hurting themselves.

And dinner was fun. Callie and Charlotte were there. Callie accidently knocked over a cup of soda and was very embarrassed but it was fine! No one was upset. We got it cleaned up and we had a nice dinner. My salad was a little weird but I enjoyed my sandwich. And James shared a little of the sauce from their Indian food with me.

I enjoyed hearing about their Ikea trip. And school and all that stuff. I was starting to not feel good. My head was starting to hurt real bad. But I tried very hard to still be present and engaged.

I was kind of glad when we were all done. Hugs all around. And then we walked back to the cars.

Anne and Tucker had saved some styrofoam for me for printmaking. So we took that. And then we went home.

My head was hurting a lot though and that was hard. I would lay down for a bit and tired to just rest. But eventually would go take an Epsom salt bath which helped my body andy head.

Now we are in bed and I am happy to hopefully fall asleep easier tonight. Tomorrow we have an IKEA adventure. I am looking forward to spending the day with my husband who I love so much.

I hope you all had a good day. And I want to made a special shout out to my brother who I love dearly and wish we talked more but I also just hope he knows how much I think about him. I am excited that you are 30!!

Goodnight everyone. Until next time!

[thedaveandkimmershow]

In the end, it was an adventure. My birthday... was an adventure.

Because the freezing rain.

Because the freezing rain.

I won’t lie. That was really a game-changer.

We heard it was coming, of course. So Kimmer made sure that last night we started the official birthday celebration proceedings after work with a visit to ‘Lil Woody’s for a pair of their classic burgers followed by the Avatar: Way of Water extravaganza next door at the Majestic Bay Theatres. After which we ended the night, the night before my birthday, my birthday Eve... 

At Pub70 on the waterfront for a Winter Ale (Kimmer) and a Guiness Nitro (me).

Heckuva way to start a birthday.  😁

Then we woke up this morning to water droplets literally frozen to our windows.

So that happened.

After starting our morning with a cleverly crafted birthday card from Kimmer, my wonderful birthday presents, and a birthday breakfast centered around crescent rolls stuffed with sausage... we then bore witness to a lot of cars losing control on ice that didn’t look like ice but looked like regular pavement. And then the same thing for people who were trying to just stand upright... who suddenly, uncontrollably, found themselves sliding down streets, sidewalks, and driveways. 

No joke.

So we took all of that as verified evidence that we should remain indoors for the duration. Until, as was foretold by every weather prediction, the temperature rose enough to melt that frozen water. That invisible ice.

How did we pass our time, then? My birthday?

Well, Kimmer took to an afternoon of cooking and baking. And me, I took inventory of all the gifts “Santa” had procured for my lovely wife, then wrapped them all so that all I’ve gotta do tomorrow, tomorrow night, or first thing Christmas morning, is to fashion them with strings or ribbons, a sticker, and perhaps a bow. No sweat.

Round about first sign of dark, the drawn curtain of evening, we decided to walk the decidedly melting sidewalks of our neighborhood to gather Linzy then take the light rail to Pioneer Square and Flatstick Pub for dinner, a round of miniature golf (a tough one, at that), as well as a bit of time indulging some family photo ops as well as photographing some of the Henry art adorning the walls of this clever space crafted from Underground Seattle.

By 830 we were back on the hill to drop off Linzy and gather up her birthday gift to me: a fine and tasty cherry jam that’ll absolutely find its use (if not its end) over the next few days.

By 9 we were home. For an especially tasty chocolate birthday cake Kimmer made for me and over which she sang me a Happy Birthday before I blew out all the candles save one (which she helped me blow out ;-)).

After that, we finished off the day with The Man Who Invented Christmas and then off to bed.

I had friends who, in the course of wishing me a Happy Birthday, expressed some concern that my birthday was being derailed by an act of Mother Nature.

But on the contrary.

The whole ordeal made my birthday an epic experience.

One we’ll not soon forget.

😁 😁 😁

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Quotes on both characters, because they’re intriguing and I didn’t remember them well!

Pearl Took (from Letters of JRR Tolkien, letter 214; fair warning, pretty fatphobic in tone)

Lalia the Great (or less couteously the Fat) …ruled the Tooks and the Great Smials for 22 years, a grand and memorable, if not universally beloved, ‘matriarch’. She was not at the famous Party [Bilbo’s 111th birthday], but was prevented from attending rather by her great size and immobility than by her age. Her son, Ferumbras, had no wife, being unable (it was alleged) to find anyone willing to occupy apartments in the Great Smials, under the rule of Lalia. Lalia, in her last and fattest years, had the custom of being wheeled to the Great Door, to take the air on a fine morning. In the spring of Shire Year 1402 [the year after Bilbo’s party] her clumsy attendant let the heavy chair run over the threshold and tipped Lalia down the flight of steps into the garden. So ended a reign and life that might well have rivalled that of the Great Took.

It was widely rumoured that the attendant was Pearl (Pippin’s sister), though the Tooks tried to keep the matter within the family. At the celebration of Ferumbras’ accession the displeasure and regret of the family was formally expressed by the exclusion of Pearl from the ceremony and feast; but it did not escape notice that later (after a decent interval) she appeared in a splendid necklace of name-jewels that had long lain in the hoard of the Thains.

To me this doesn’t suggest intent, just that Lalia wasn’t particularly mourned; but definitely a fine source of hobbit gossip!

Queen Berúthiel

In the main text of LOTR, the only mention of her is a reference to her cats. This is elaborated on in the notes to “The Istari” chapter of Unfinished Tales (summary by Christopher Tolkien):

Berúthiel was the nefarious, solitary, and loveless wife of Tarannon, twelfth king of Gondor (T.A. 830-913) and first of the ‘Ship-kings’, who took the crown in the name of Falastur ‘Lord of the Coasts’, and was the first childless king [of Gondor]. Berúthiel lived in the King’s House in Osgiliath, hating the sounds and smells of the sea and the house that Tarannon built below Pelargir ‘upon arches whose feet stood deep in the wide water of Ethir Anduin’; she hated all making, all colours and elaborate adornment, wearing only black and silver and living in bare chambers, and the gardens of the house in Osgiliath were filled with tormented scupltures beneath cypresses and yews. She had nine black cats and one white, her slaves, with whom she conversed, or read their memories, setting them to discover all the dark secrets of Gondor, so that she knew the things ‘that men most wish to keep hidden’, setting the white cat to spy upon the black, and tormenting them. No man in Gondor dared touch them; all were afraid of them, and cursed them when they saw them pass. What follows is almost illegible in the unique manuscript, except for the ending, which states that her name was erased from the Book of the Kings (‘but the memory of men is not wholly shut in books, and the cats of Queen Berúthiel never passed wholly out of men’s speech’), and that King Tarannon had her set on a ship alone with her cats and set adrift on the sea before a north wind. The ship was last seen flying past Umbar under a sickle moon, with a cat at the masthead and another as a figure-head on the prow.

RIP Berúthiel but I’m different, I would love a house on stilts in the ocean. Nonetheless, a literal goth queen, and I want fanart of that last scene.

Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 2

Berúthiel vs Pearl Took

Berúthiel:

A Queen of Gondor noted for her unhappy marriage and her cats.

An evil sorceress who is also a cat lady. Need I say more

Pearl Took:

The eldest sister of Pippin Took.

Ok but can you IMAGINE being Pippin Took's eldest sister. This girl DEFINITELY has eldest daughter syndrome. She dealt with it by casually murdering an elderly relative :)

Round 2 masterpost

[dredshirtroberts]

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i'm trying so hard to kill time because the earliest i can leave is like 11a and it's just now 10a and hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i'm done packing i've got all my shit ready, the cat is provided for, all i gotta do is stop and get gas and food on my way out and i'm good. and i've been ready for like an h o u r already. possibly longerrrrrrrrr. blease i just wanna go to a beach n be done with stresfful driving pleeeese

[aphroditestummyrolls]

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