i made So Much Soup bc friends were coming tonight, and i was already planning pulled pork, but another friend decided to come too, and this friend has a lot of allergies, so i made sure to make something he could eat, but i wound up making a ton of it, and my other friends tried the soup and also liked it a lot so i filled two big containers with soup and sent them home with it and now i have no more soup and i think that's what love is
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SO looking forward to seeing Jaime’s live reaction of seeing Stoneheart for the first time
the mortal terror of seeing the reanimated corpse of the woman who he views as holding his honor in his hands but he kiiiiinda fucked all that up and then the life shattering realization that brienne of all people maybe the only one to really understand him and also a terrible liar successfully tricked and betrayed him are going to cancel each other out and then he’s gonna make a stupid joke about how Catelyn Stark is back from the dead for more Jaime because she just couldn’t stay away. and then they’re gonna kill him.
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writing an awful lot of poker scenes for someone who doesn't play poker
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repeating to myself like a magic spell if i can make it through the next six days then i get to go to the movies and see Nope. six days and if i can just get through that and do a good job and get a passing mark for my placement then i get to go see a movie.
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if you send me an ask in the next 50 minutes asking for a drawing of a guy you will get it
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so, god willing and the creek dont rise, im gonna be graduating this winter. which means i finally have time to commit to camming / modeling (!!) so keep an eye out for a link to my upcoming sideblog for details ... ?
heres a teaser pic
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GOD WILLING AND THE CREEK DONT RISE I AM GOING TO SEE THE KRISTEN STEWART LESBIAN CRIME MOVIE TODAY.
I HAVE SLEPT 10 HOURS IN THREE DAYS. I HAVE NOT HAD ANY CAFFEINE. I CAN SEE SHRIMP COLORS NOW. I GET OFF WORK IN TWENTY MINUTES. THE NEXT SHOWTIME IS IN 8 HOURS.
I WILL NOT ADMIT DEFEAT. I WILL NOT SLEEP. INSTEAD. I. WILL. WATCH. LOVE LIES BLEEDING…
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Welp, following in the footsteps of @rzrcrst I just had my own spitgate moment with Ezra fjdjfndnbfs
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WIP Wednesday
excerpt from things we could burn in one go (eminence) chapter 5
[Michael]
Isobel was gonna fuckin’ kill him, but it was better to ask forgiveness than permission.
By the time he pulled up to the caves, the sun was hitting the stormclouds over town just right, burning them up against the broader lavender sky. Michael stood and watched them for the while, the smudge of falling rain as the distant lights came on, and he smelled the storm, and the wind of it tugged his hair in a hundred different directions.
He headed inside as the first few raindrops reached him.
The tunnel wound long and dark into the earth, and Michael took it slow, hands in his pockets. Jones would sense him coming, even if he pretended he didn’t. Even Michael, hollow-headed and senseless to so much of the psychic feedback Max and Isobel claimed they were capable of, couldn’t help but know when one of them was approaching. So Jones would know and be ready. No reason not to keep him waiting.
He followed the ragged old footpath to the end of it, one hand trailing on the rough wall, trying to picture how it happened that Jones was marched down here and sealed away. And despite everything else he felt, he felt a twinge of pity—maybe they should let Jones choose a new place to hide out, somewhere away from his seven-decade prison.
The ground beneath his feet was worn by his mother’s feet, among so many ancient others, but walking it brought him no closer to understanding her, understanding anything. His mind reached out and came up empty for answers, again, and again, and again, and he understood, why the DeLuca women made the choices they did, what made the future and the past and the road between them worth any other sacrifice.
He came to the end of the path, where there was no door to knock on.
“Michael! What a pleasant surprise.”
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editing: 3
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I have tried exporting my edit of the first stream several times but it turns out editing is not at all like riding a bicycle and is in fact more like another plane of existence where three years in our world is the equivalent of 3 centuries in adobe world. Empires have risen, and fallen, and new societies have been rebuilt from the rubble since I last visited. I may or may not have made several grave mistakes but I should be able to fix them and hopefully get the edit uploaded by midnight!
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