You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love ‘til it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends.

  • Dorian:Here we go again. What a change of pace from the Winter Palace.
  • Dorian:A clear sky, a beautiful view, and...yes! Fields and fields of stripweed as far as the eye can see!
  • Sera:Right, here we go. What's the story with the weeds?
  • Dorian:Terrible stuff. Looks like grass, stings like a knife, and causes sores if you so much as brush against it.
  • Dorian:So of course everyone in Minrathous insists "it makes a very decent tea."
  • Iron Bull:You bring your handkerchief?
  • Dorian:I'm not allergic.
  • Iron Bull:You always say that, and a half-hour later, you're taking mine.
  • Dorian:Amatus, can you not fuss like an old— (sneezes)
  • Iron Bull:Aha!
  • Dorian:Let's move on, shall we?

A wonderful pair of letters from Johnny to June. One on the occasion of her birthday 65th birthday, and the other shortly after her death in 2003. In the first he writes:

“Happy birthday, Princess, We get old and get use to each other. We think alike. We read each others minds. We know what the other wants without asking. Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted.

But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with the greatest woman I ever met. You still fascinate and inspire me. You influence me for the better. You’re the object of my desire, the #1 Earthly reason for my existence. I love you very much.”

In the second … well … just take a look for yourself.  - Nell

Listen to the Fresh Air Interview with Johnny Cash.  

OK I read @itsybittle’s text post and then I read this awesome piece by @petals42​ and the thought of a supehero OCP au is just so good and I hope no one minds I took my own take on it.

Jack’s got the same powers as his dad, but where his dad has total control, Jack’s ice is wild. Bob Zimmermann can do fun party tricks like adding ice to someone’s drink (which is how he met his lovely wife) or making popsicles in under a minute(Jack loved that one as a kid). Jack’s more likely to throw up a wall of ice or leave someone with frostbite. It’s only become more of a problem as he’s grown older. He almost stabbed his mom with an icicle at one point. His anxiety and stress only make it worse, the pressure of the draft crushing him until he feels like ice to the core and he just can’t make it stop. 

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