I unfortunately was not able to take a picture, so forgive me if this doesn't count as a valid submission, but I saw one of those wooden analog clocks with a small slot for a picture at each hour, and all of the pictures were the same one of Jack black in a bowser costume at my local thrift shop about a year ago.
Andrew, while doing paperwork: Neil. We are getting married.
Neil, spewing coffee out of his nose: What? We aren't even engaged. A wedding? What?
Andrew: It's either this or I claim you as a dependent on my taxes. Does 6 pm work?
Neil: No! No. 6pm doesn't work. We have plans with Aaron and Nicky?
Andrew: Fine. Tomorrow. 10 am. You better show up.
Next day at 10:01-
Andrew, in a tuxedo: He's late. Guess it's dependent then.
Neil, in a t-shirt, shoes untied, running: I was debating whether or not you'd kill me if I showed up in exy gear. I got here straight out of practice.
Finally uploading this!!! I think i recorded this back in like, May? June? Either way I hadn't posted it yet cause life stuff ended up happening in July, but here we are now! This is the first thing I've ever recorded, and I'm honestly pretty nervous. Excited too though!
All credit for the creation of this wonderful story goes to @writing-prompt-s , @stu-pot , @ciiriianan , and @sadoeuphemist !
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I hope everyone likes this!!! It was really enjoyable to work on honestly!
I haven't figured out how yet, but I can combine the different versions of the Arafinwean family tree + Gil Galad son of plothole + (hc) Lindir son of Gildor son of [insert Arafinwean] to create a family tree that is so fucked.
ft. Erestor child of Halenthir + that one draft that mentions a bunch of Elrond's peredhel relatives chilling in Rivendell + possibly Aegnor/Andreth.
I am looking at Orodreth², Gil-Galad³, Gildor and son of Inglor, and fkn plotting.
My fiance just asked me if I was a Daryl x Beth stan when I was a TWD stan on here (if I was he was calling the wedding off) and I just had war flashbacks
since i started testosterone in february i have been reading a stanza of andrew marvell’s poem ‘the garden’ every month to track the way my voice has changed. today i finished it :-)
Oh I don’t think I’ve ever talked about my cursèd memorization technique on here. Okay here we go this is my memorization table
I call this the Fuck You Memory Boy technique it’s the only form of memorization that’s ever worked reliably for me and I hate hate hate it so much. Basically you can memorize something on short notice in anywhere from an hour to a day depending on how long the passage is but it is a rather lengthy process no matter what so watch out. You can do it in under a day but the seconds will feel like hours.
As you can see from the table there are fifteen boxes, don’t let this fool you because each of the boxes actually holds five tally marks so yes you have to read whatever it is you’re memorizing 75 times. I don’t like it but it works. First you read whatever it is aloud five times off of a piece of paper, and make a tally mark at the [1, aided] box for each time. Then you can move horizontally (this is not intuitive at all) to the ‘semi’ column where you read the thing five times again but this time from memory, except you have the paper and you’re allowed to reference it if you get stuck which you most likely will. Then you move to the memory column, here you are absolutely required to do it from memory, I’m serious, leave the room or screw your eyes shut or something but you can’t reference the paper until you’ve been standing there for at least 60 seconds trying to remember your next line and cursed at least twice.
When you’ve done that five times you move into round two, where you repeat the exact same steps starting from five rounds of ‘aided’ to five rounds of ‘memory’. This will feel equally like a fire ant colony is eating your brain except now ‘aided’ is worse and boring now because you’re reasonably confident in your ability to do this from memory, but I promise you you have to do more than one round for it to really set in. Repeat this process for three more rounds, or 5 rounds in total, or a grand total of having read this thing 75 times aloud to yourself or an incredibly patient friend.
Okay now you should have something memorized. If you’re like, now it’ll really stick in my brain NOPE think again this knowledge disappears about a month after you need it so you do have to refresh this periodically. This part may not apply if you’re a stage actor repeating lines every night for months because hopefully then they’ll be well and truly in your blood but no promises. Enjoy the Fuck You Memory Boy Technique, this one goes out to everyone who got told by debate coaches/school theatre directors/random people that they should use the Mind Palace Technique and then found out that that shit doesn’t work
A reading of Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.