i need to celebrate this... so celebrate with me

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry but I need Jyn and Cassian (celebrity au) in talk shows together (idk how this came up to mind mind)

I’ve gotten a lot of requests for celebrity AU press tour stuff, so let me fire up my brain and see what I can do today…! For research, I guess I’ll have to force myself to watch the Rogue One press tour. Oh, how I will suffer.

Originally posted by ba1n3s

Dear White people,

actually…

Dear non-Mexicans,

Okay so, tomorrow is May 5th or Cinco de Mayo, if you’re that type of person. 

And contrary to popular belief, it is not Mexico’s Independence day. That day is September 16th (celebrated on the 15th). So if you believe you are celebrating Mexico’s independence, then you are wrong.

Also, if you wear a sombrero and dress in “typical’ Mexican fashion, then you are being racist. And if you use this day as an excuse to get wasted on tequila then you’re just gross and have reduced a pretty significant day in Mexican history to a day where you eat tacos and get bombed on margaritas.

Also, Cinco de Mayo isn’t really celebrated nationwide in Mexico. It’s mostly celebrated in Puebla. Because Cinco de Mayo is also know as “La Batalla de Puebla” or “The Battle of Puebla” where the Mexican army won, despite the odds, against the French army during the French intervention in Mexico.

Now, I need you to remember that because it is important. To me, since Puebla is where my mother was born. To my people. And to my culture. 

Cinco de Mayo is not yours to celebrate. It is not your excuse to get drunk on what will be a Thursday.

Now, despite that being said, I don’t mind if you celebrate Cinco de Mayo so long as you know it’s significance and you don’t reduce the day to gross stereotypes.

Respect the culture and Mexicans will invite you over for a cook out and a good conversation. We are not what you see on tv. We are a diverse people who love our culture and don’t mind sharing as long as there is respect.

Respect Cinco de Mayo and Enjoy Cinco de Mayo.

Hi everyone!! I’m in need of some new Niall / Larrie / OT4 blogs to follow! So, if you reblog or like this post I will check you out and more than likely follow you back!! I love making new mutuals! Thanks bunches!! 

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Lovable Losers + text posts (part 3)

Rocket Men: Part One

Summary: Internationally celebrated crew of Patriot Three, a rag-tag group of astronauts, assimilate back into life on Earth after months in space.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Chris “Thor” Odinson, Tom “Loki” Odinson, Wanda Mamixoff, Scott Lang, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, and more.

Warnings: space related nerdery, violence, sex, drugs, drinking, cheating, lying, humor, angst, language, sadness, happiness, and more. Reader beware.

Author’s Note: Well, well, well. Here we are, sitting on the brink of the future. I (among of a bunch of you) am obsessed with space. I wanted to be an astronaut as a child but it turns out, you have to like… know stuff… to go to space so I will forever be stuck to planet Earth. So, second best, you get a series where I live out my fantasies of being apart of the NASA/Space exploration family.

Please note: This series is set in the year 2060 and it is really, really, really the definition of an “au” (alternate universe), so much so… you could call it… original content. **GASP.**

I got a lot of feedback about this series and I am super excited to see it come to life. Not only will I be posting the main story line, I will be creating other things to really bring my ‘verse to life like: interviews with the astronauts, profiles, letters, articles, etc.

I’m sorry @vintagevalentinexx. <3

Enjoy, Earthlings. -Ash

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Fake Chats #180
  • Namjoon: it's mother's day soon.
  • Yoongi: it's what?
  • Namjoon: on my international calender it says mother's day is coming soon.
  • Yoongi: okay?
  • Namjoon: well.
  • Yoongi: don't look at me like that. Leave me out of this.
  • Namjoon: so, how about flowers?
  • Hoseok: what about flowers?
  • Namjoon: for mother's day.
  • Hoseok: I should send my mom flowers?
  • Namjoon:
  • Jungkook: what do you need?
  • Namjoon: a cake.
  • Jimin: a cake?
  • Taehyung: we're having cake? Can it be ice cream cake?
  • Namjoon: and flowers. And maybe some balloons.
  • Jimin: what do we need flowers and balloons for?
  • Namjoon: mother's day.
  • Jungkook: what now?
  • Taehyung: I don't know about sending ice cream cake in the mail.
  • Namjoon:
  • Maknae line:
  • Namjoon: never mind.
  • Seokjin: Joonie, did you leave this nice letter for me?
  • Namjoon: happy mother's day.
  • Seokjin: happy what now?
  • Namjoon: it's just a holiday that could be celebrated t celebrate people we appreciate so yeah, I wrote you a letter.
  • Seokjin:
  • Namjoon: do you like it?
  • Seokjin: you think of me as...your mom?
  • Namjoon: no! Just as like, the mom of the group.
  • Seokjin: you think of me as.. a mom?
  • Namjoon: uh...
  • Seokjin: or you just wanted an excuse to show me affection and appreciation.
  • Namjoon:
  • Seokjin:
  • Namjoon: yes.
  • Yoongi: how did Jin-hyung like your letter?
  • Namjoon:
  • Hoseok: what letter?
  • Yoongi: for mother's day.
  • Hoseok: Namjoon thinks of Jin-hyung as his mom?
  • Namjoon: no!
  • Yoongi: he just wanted an excuse to show him all his love.
  • Hoseok: ohhh. That makes sense.
  • Namjoon: sometimes I think I need a new family.
  • Seokjin: don't you dare leave me!
  • Namjoon: I wouldn't! Never!
  • Yoongi: you're more hopeless than Kookie.
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|| Hello everyone!! I am not sure if on the web there’s around the translation of these two pages, but I bought the volume 10 of Owari no Seraph yesterday and I ADORE THESE THREE TOGETHER INTERACTING so I wanted to share it with you all. I am not a pro translator but I surely have much fun translating things and I did my best to translate them from Italian, asking @littlxlamb’s help too. Sorry in advance for any mistake!

p.s. Nia reminded me that Ferid is actually a prick and he usually calls Yuu “Yuu-chan” like Mika. The Italian version of course completely omits that for Mika too so I added it myself, I wonder if the Japanese version made Ferid say “Yuu-chan” probably yes cause he’s a dick

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Mikaela at 16

Vampires reach their perfection the moment they suck human blood and their growth comes to an end. But, never having some before, Mikaela has grown to his 16 yo. In this volume (the manga) he has finally sucked Yuu’s blood.

Ferid: “Wow… Finally you’ve sucked human’s blood too! Now, yes- youre a real vampire too~”
Mika: “…”
Ferid: “We need to celebrate! From today, it’s as if you had a new birthday right?!”
Mika: “Sorry, would you mind not being so familiar with me when you talk to me?”
Ferid: “No no! We have absolutely to discuss about how we’re going to celebrate this memorable day! What about having a barbecue? I’ve always wanted to do evening barbecues! Mika have you ever had one?”
Mika: “What the hell is that?”
Ferid: “Good! At this point we don’t gotta do anything else but to start the preparations for the party. Crowley go do groceries!”
Crowley: “Eh? Am I involved too into this?”
Ferid: “Tell the truth, you were there waiting impatiently for your turn huh?!”
Crowley: “Honestly I wasn’t.”
Ferid: “Tsk, don’t deny you were inpatient!”
Crowley: “No, but if you like I can say it to make you happy.”
Mika: “Can I leave?”
Ferid: “Ah let’s go back to our barbecue!”
Mika: “Why are we even talking about this in the first place? Vampires drink only blood right?”
Ferid: “Ah, really?”
Mika: “Why, isn’t it like that?“
Ferid: “You’ve just become a vampire and you already show off like an expert?”
Mika: “…”
Ferid: “My name is Mikaela. I drink only blood. Yes, because I’m a real vampire!”
Mika: “Okay, I am going to kill you now.”
Crowley: “Leave it be, if you take him seriously and react he’ll never stop.”
Ferid: “Sigh, now besides jokes…”
Mika: “What jokes?”
Crowley: “Don’t respond! Don’t do it!”
Ferid: “You already know a novel saga has begun which describes the world of us vampires, until now shrouded in mystery, right?”
Mika: “…”
Ferid: “Didn’t you know it?”
Mika: “What are you talking about?”
Ferid: “Of Owari no Seraph - Kyuketsuki Mikaela no Monogatari (Seraph of the end: The Story of Vampire Mikaela). There’s even your name in the title!”
Mika: “My name?”
Ferid: “However, the reason why your name appears in the title it’s a secret. It’s a totally new saga which reveals one of the biggest mysteries of Seraph of the End, and Crowley and I appear too. Didn’t you know it?”
Mika: “No…”
Crowley: “What would it be this big secret?”
Ferid: “Obviously, how I bacame a charismatic cook of sushi.”
Mika: “I’m leaving, bye.”
Ferid: “ha ha ha”
Crowley: “He left. Sigh! So, what is it about this novel saga?”
Ferid: “There’s even the story about you, of the time when you were still human!”
Crowley: “Oooh!”
Ferid: “Also, even Yuu-chan makes his own appearance.”
Mika: “Eh?”
Crowley: “You came back fast!”

Rebuilt: Arrow 5x22 Review (Missing)

“Missing” was amazing! Emotional and action packed with zinging dialogue. 

Originally posted by pewslight

What struck me most was how full circle it was. “Missing” sets up the heroes versus villains battle that will come to fruition in the finale, but it also kicks off the basic question Oliver must ask: What makes a hero? What makes a villain? Those concepts are not always rigid. In fact, the very essence of hero and villain is fluid.

Oh… and did I mention there’s an Olicity reunion scene?

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anonymous asked:

can u write some inner circle fluff? i have a feeling we wont get much of that in acowar :/

Since I’m only getting to do this now… we’ll do post acowar!

They all need some alcohol tbh they survived the war, they all lived, so dammit their going to the cabin to celebrate!!

This ended up being 3140 words so enjoy!

Feysand-Nessian-Elriel-Amrian

and I’m gonna try multiple POV

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Feyre POV

The Inner Circle arrived by nightfall. I was still unaware as to why Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian had called all of us up to the cabin. Amren was practicing with Nesta by doing their strange staring contest, While Mor and Elain were talking about my paintings that are all over the wall. I was sitting at the table, glancing to the edge of it, and then dragging my eyes to the door of Rhys and mines room. I couldn’t help but imagining paint all over the table, the bed, his wings…

I heard Elain’s nervous cough and slowly turned towards her, still struggling to escape the images in my head. Her face was bright red, and Mor was chuckling as she found a chair beside the sofa. Amren and Nesta were still doing their own thing.

“What?”

“Nothing Feyre, just needed to explain to Elain your scent and why you kept silently looking around.” Mor answered with a knowing smirk.

My face heated up and Mor went into a laughing fit, Amren even snorted in the other room. “You sure love to hear yourself talk, don’t you Mor.” I said, trying my best to sound aggressive, but failing miserably. Mor went into another laughing fit, and was about to respond when Cassian kicked in the door with an arm full of alcohol, Rhys and Azriel following behind with just as much.

“Oh cauldron yes.” Mor said, jumping up and taking some bottles from Azriel, placing them on the table in front of me. Rhys dropped some down and walked around the table to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on my cheek. Why do you have so much? What are we even celebrating? Rhys laughed and answered aloud, “We felt like we should celebrate being alive again.”

I looked around in to see Az gave Elain a lazy smile, and she glided along and stood at his side. Elain looked at the table with wide eyes, and Azriel stifled a laugh. Cassian snuck around behind her and gave her a strong but gentle pat on the back and said, “You’re gonna need to drink a lot if you’re going to be hanging on to Azriel’s side the whole time, he gets cranky.” Az growled at him while Nesta stomped down the hallway towards us and yelled at Cassian, “Don’t you dare force alcohol on her or I’ll slit your throat you stupid bat.” Cassian held his hands up and responded with, “Just a suggestion Nes, I’m no monster!”

Rhys groaned from behind me, strode to table, grabbed the fanciest bottle on the table, popped it open, and started chugging. Nesta and Azriel studied the bottles, and Cassian grabbed on up and clicked it on Rhys’s and declared, “To being alive!”

I grinned at the joy that went down the bond and quickly joined in.

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A few hours later…

Rhysand POV

I held Feyre in my lap as she snored and occasionally put in her input of the ongoing mess that was our Inner Court. I just ran my hands through her hair and on her back, trying my best to not start crying.

I’m so lucky. She’s so beautiful. I love my family. I love my mate so damn much, my High Lady. I rubbed the back of my hand over my now wet eyes. I’m so drunk.

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The Right Choice

Okay, so it has literally been a year since Snowbaz made it’s way into our world, brightening our days. I wanna write (another) Snowbaz fanfic for these two adorkable little boyfriends.

So here is Penny getting Simon and Baz to play Truth or Dare in their 7th year at Watford, knowing Baz’s secret….

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Penny knew. Of course she did. She was Penelope Bunce, and the only one who rivaled her wits was Basilton Grimm-Pitch. And even Baz wasn’t smart enough to hide this from her. 

It was after a particularly nasty fight with Simon. Fists crashed against jaws and hands shoved chests against walls. Penny was trying to pull Simon away, and Agatha was pulling at Baz, but neither of them would stop. They kept coming at each other, as if magnets where pulling them together. 

Simon trips Baz to the floor, making him crash noisily. Baz quickly pulls himself to his feet and with a burst of speed, pushes Simon against a wall. Both of their breathing is labored from the intense fist-fight, and the air around them is hot like a summer day. Simon tries to wrestle himself out of Baz’s grip, but it’s no use. His hand is like an iron shackle around his neck that, no matter how much Simon tried, he could not break through. Baz pressed his knee against Simon’s chest, bracing him against the wall harder.  

Simon knows he’s lost the battle. He looks up into Baz’s silver eyes, sharp like a knife, waiting for him to give the final blow. The blow to end this all. For some reason, Simon isn’t scared, he isn’t frightened. He just feels at peace. He takes a deep breath, and is ready to let go. 

Something in Baz softens. His grip slackens on Simon and his sneer is gone. It’s replaced with worry and something that…. Penny can’t place her finger on…. almost…. affection? That can’t be right. But then…..

Penny thinks for a moment, studying Baz’s expression. Something clicks as he lets go of Simon and turns on his heel. No way, Penny thinks to herself, a small smile creeping onto her lips. Why didn’t she realize it sooner? All the staring, the sneers, the walls, it’s all been a cover up. A big, gigantic bluff. With a quick glance at Simon being helped up by Agatha, she races down the hall after Baz. 

She catches up to him, despite how fast he stormed off, and grabs his arm, turning him to face her. Baz looks at her as if she was some hideous monster that climbed out of the depths of hell. After hearing what she has to say, Baz isn’t sure if that isn’t the case. 

“What do you want, Bunce?” he says irritably. Pennelope is breathless from chasing after him and holds up her finger. When her breathing evens out, she looks at Baz with a horrendous smile, a smile that tells you she looked into the deepest and darkest parts of your soul and found useful information.

“I know your secret,” she says tauntingly. Baz somehow still manages to keep a calm composer, even though his insides are burning like a wildfire. 

“What the hell are you implying?” Baz says, looking at her as if she said the sky is purple. Penelope frowns. 

“I know what you are,” she says, her voice dropping.

“Oh god. Is this another one of Snow’s schemes to prove I’m a vampire?” She has a mischevious smile that makes her look like the devil himself. And it isn’t helping that her hair is a bright red.

“No. You’re gay aren’t you?” Those where the exact words he did not want to hear. Not out of Snow’s mouth, not out of Bunce’s mouth, not anyone’s mouth. It was his secret, and his alone. Well, at least she doesn’t know about–

“And you have a crush on Simon,” she finishes. For the first time in forever, Penelope sees Baz’s sneer vanish, replaced with a look of fear. His hands start to tremble and his eyes dart from side to side, looking for a way out. 

“N-n-no Bunce. That’s s-s-stupid.” But that stutter. That stutter was all Penny needed. An idea started to blossom in her brain, growing into a beautiful flower. Yes, Penny thinks, that will do nicely. She shrugs her shoulders, putting on a bored expression, and pushes past Baz.

When their shoulders brush, she whispers, “I want to help. Meet us in the Ancient Languages classroom.” And with that, she’s gone, leaving Baz to puzzle over what just happened.


Baz feels like his heart is going to burst as he edges towards the classroom. He hears laughter from the classroom. Two females, and one distinctly male. His pulse races faster like it’s going to be eaten by a cheetah as he presses his palm against the wooden door. It falls open at his touch and the laughter ceases as the door opens to reveal Baz. 

Simon is on his feet in a moment, the Sword of Mages in his hand. His bronze curls shine in the fading sunlight and his nose twitches in concern. His blue eyes momentarily flash anger, disrupting the calming sense of a blue sky on a summer’s day. 

“What are you doing here, Baz,” he snarls, making Baz flinch a little. 

“I invited him to play Truth or Dare with us,” Penelope says. Both Baz and Simon’s faces twist in annoyance, Simon not wanting Baz to intrude on this private game, and Baz realizing just what Penny is planning.

“Alright! Let’s get to it!” Agatha says with an unbelievable amount of excitement. They sit on the floor in a circle and pick who’s going to ask first.

“I feel like I’m at a sleepover,” Agatha says as she Simon her first question. 

“Simon, Truth or Dare?” Agatha says. Simon, with a nervous glance at Baz, chooses “Truth.”

“Have you ever murdered a person,” Agatha says, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Jesus Agatha! What’s wrong with you! Of course I haven’t!”

“Okay, just checking.” Simon rolls his eyes and, surprisingly, turns to Baz.

“Baz, Truth or Dare?”

“T-t-truth?” Baz says. Simon smirks.

“Scared?” Baz doesn’t say anything.

“Okay, are you, or are you not a vampire?” Simon says. Baz should’ve known that’s what he’d ask. The answer slips out of Baz’s mouth before he can stop it.

“I am,” he  says, and then his eyes widen as he realizes what he said. Simon looks annoyingly pleased with himself.

“Bunce,” Baz says, rolling his eyes. 

“Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” Agatha lets out a groan.

“This game isn’t going to be interesting if none of you ever pick ‘Dare’,” she says. Penny sticks her tongue out. 

“Okay. Why am I here, Bunce?” Baz asks, hoping to get an answer. But Penny is smarter than she looks.

“I have a plan,” she answers simply, and then turns to Simon. 

“Simon, Truth or Dare?”

“Sorry Agatha, but Truth,” he says, waiting patiently. Penny looks at Baz with that grin on her face. A storm is coming.

“Simon, have you ever, you know, thought of kissing someone from the same sex?” Oh. No. She did not just….

Simon’s face changes from relaxed to tense in a matter of seconds. Everything starts to twitch, and his fingers pat the floor nervously. He looks at Baz for a second, but then quickly looks at Penny. Baz isn’t sure if he imagined it. 

“N-yes,” Simon says, not only surprising everyone else, but surprising himself as well. This is going to get interesting.

They continue playing, doing some truths, and some dares. Baz tunes out to most of it, still processing what Simon said.

“Alright, one last one,” Penny says, turning to Simon.

“Simon, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” he says with a shrug, stretching his arms back and yawning. His shirt lifts up a little, showing the barest hints of his stomach. If Baz had any blood, he would’ve blushed. An impish smile spreads across her lips as she looks between Baz and Simon. 

“Simon Snow, I dare you to kiss Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch for at least ten seconds,” she says, that damn smile never leaving her lips. Baz looks at her angrily, knowing that he should’ve never came. Simon looks agast.

“Are you crazy? We just found out he’s a vampire. He could kill me!” Baz rolls his eyes, trying to stay cool.

“I’m not going to kill you. It’s just one kiss, what could possibly happen?” Baz says. A lot, he thinks to himself. His fingers start to tap on his knee, doing the fingerings for “The Two Grenadiers” on the violin. He likes to play it when he’s stressed, and god knows he needs it now. 

“Alright fine Basilton.” Simon moves closer to Baz and his breath catches. He has never seen Simon’s face this close before full of something other than hate. His expression shows something Baz can’t quite put a finger on, but he just hopes he doesn’t make a fool of himself.

Simon is now so close that he’s practically in Baz’s lap. Simon swears Baz is blushing and it only makes him blush. 

“Should I–” Baz starts, but never finishes because Simon’s lips are on his. His eyes are open for a moment, looking at Simon’s long gold eyelashes, then he closes them.

It feels like they’re both on a roller coaster. Adrenaline rushes through them, but this time it isn’t because they’re fighting. Their hearts beat at the same rate, going faster than you could ever imagine. Simon’s large hands cup Baz’s cheeks and Baz melts into his touch, adjusting his angle a little bit, pushing Simon back a little. Simon pushes back, until they’re both on the floor, Baz’s hands in Simon’s curls, and Simon’s hands slipping down Baz’s back. Spidery cracks of fire appear on their skin, showing everything that they’ve put behind walls. There walls may have crashed, but they feel put at ease. Penny clears her throat.

“That was ten seconds,” she says. Simon pulls back, his lips pulling apart from Baz’s. Baz reaches up, going in for another kiss, but Simon stops him, and then closes his eyes and pulls Baz close again, letting his hands travel up Baz’s shirt. Penny and Agatha quietly slip out of the room, letting the boys find out that they where wrong about everything.

“You knew this whole time,” Agatha says with a smirk.

“Yes. Yes I did,” Penny says, taking one last look at the boy with a mess of bronze curls and the boy with silky black hair tumbling together on the ground. She smiles, knowing she made the right choice.


After All This Time - Pt. 1

Characters: Teacher!Jensen x Teacher!Reader (AU)

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word Count: 3.3.k

Summary: Set in 2013, the reader stops running away from her past and heads back home to Texas after living in Nashville for seventeen years. It wasn’t what she had imagined, not without him. She realizes that ship has long since sailed, but Texas seems to have a few tricks up her sleeves that puts the reader right in the path of her High School Sweetheart that she left behind all those years ago, Jensen Ackles. Is it time for the reader to stop running and face her past?

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic THIRTEEN. The line requested was, “You can’t outrun your past” It was requested by @captainemwinchester . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I’m thinking this is going to be a series. I need to outline it. I could REALLY get into this, but if I’m going to make it a series, I want to FINISH it for once. So for now, no promises, but I know there could be two or three parts at the VERY least. You guys up for that?!

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one last thing before I log off forever of tumblr:

I am so proud to call myself a juventina. I’m proud that I’m loyal to my club. Juve could lose all the finals in the next 10 years, I would still be here wearing our colours and singing our hymn until my very last breath. I'm proud to support Juve and not any other Italian club, or Spanish or German or English club. I don’t care if they have more trophies, more fans, more money, more success, whatever.  I owe Juve so much, I owe especially Gigi Buffon so, so much. As many times I wanted to forget about juve, there are as many times where I wouldn’t still be here without them. For nothing in the world would I want to love a different club other than Juventus. 

TODOMOMO DRAMA CD TRANSLATION

Here is the translation to the drama cd link for “ENNICHI GA KITA” that @akeemi-life posted previously. Sorry it took me so long to post this. I’m going to make an additional post later on to explain my thoughts on it and etc. I really like this drama cd, honestly SO MUCH TODOMOMO FLUFF ITS CUTE. ENJOY!

  Link to original post with the recording


Shouto: Sister, I am Shouto, sorry for calling you during work, I have plans so I’m going to be late back home. You don’t have to cook for me. MM, I understand.

It’s more than plans, I ended up seeing a bulletin board during when I attended a club. That’s right, no doubt I do admire “this guy” (I think he means his father).

Yaoyorozu: Boku no Hero Academia Drama CD: ENNICHI FESTIVAL IS HERE!

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you guys, you are literally now dealing with a government that starts looking more and more like textbook fascism with each passing day, and some of you are really concerning yourselves with making posts such as “ha HA did YOUR favorite celebrity go to the women’s march, i don’t thINK SO and that is why i am BETTER than you for liking suPERIOR celebrities!!” as if it matters. as if that has ever mattered

I can’t even express how grateful I am that I’ve lived the same time as Carrie Fisher. Star Wars Celebration’s tribute made me cry but I couldn’t imagine a better tribute. George Lucas and Billie speaking up, that incredible footage, and then John Williams with Leia’s Theme. I just love Carrie and Star Wars Universe so much..

Where Time Goes By...

A lot of you know that I’m a full time caregiver. Ten years ago my very strong, active, hard working husband became ill with the first of what would become several different health issues.  He’s been in a wheelchair most of that time.  As time passes he becomes less able to do things.  But we manage. Until we don’t. 

A few of you here know, though most don’t, that last Thanksgiving he went into hospital. I won’t go into details but anyone who’s been through any kind of health crisis knows the hell of dealing with the bureaucracy of whatever system you happen to live in.  I don’t know if you all would have been proud or appalled to see what kind of woman I turned into at times ;/  (Always be prepared to be an advocate for the ones you love!) Finally he was released to a long term care facility.  And there we’ve been for the past months.  Again, won’t go into all the details because we all have our life struggles and you don’t have to hear mine, LOL!  But just to say, it isn’t the Droughtlander or the drama that’s kept me away from our lively tumblr and OA discussions but rather life.

A week ago today, he came home from the care facility.  I won’t lie, it’s scary this time.  Last November, though wheelchair bound, he was able to do most personal care things, he could transfer from bed to chair and back again.  He was even doing some work for a neighbor.  All of that is gone.  He’s a big man, I’m a smallish woman.  There’s a farm to manage… Yup, I get scared.

But, we’ve survived this week!  And today, we celebrate our 24th wedding anniversary, on this first day of spring.  I am lucky and blessed and amazed.  I’m still thrilled every day to have this man in my life.

So I hope to be able to creep back into the conversations and celebrations and despairs of our Outlander sisterhood just a little bit more.  I know I don’t need to remind you, but love hard and well on the ones in your life.  Cherish the moments.  And geez, I just love you guys, LOL! Thanks for letting me ramble x o