midnight supper

Correction! Print Shop Reunion is October 15!

Some of you know I made a post yesterday in which I wrote that I thought the reunion would be Oct 8, based on the information that came out in the TCA interviews. Much of what we post here is speculation and our best guesses based on what we observe, read, think, feel…

This great post by @reilly310 indicates that the reunion is in episode 6, i.e. the episode airing on Oct 15. So if anyone cancelled concert tickets or Manitoba midnight supper plans or rearranged anything in your life to be home in front of the screen on Oct 8, mea culpa. Many of you commented right away that you did not think the reunion would be Oct 8, which is of course quite alright - we comment on each other’s posts all the time - that’s part of blogging. What is not alright is to send unkind and rude anonymous notes to me making fun of or/and criticizing my speculation about the date of a television show. Yes, a television show. The relative anonymity of this type of social media seems to make some think they have a license to say whatever they want to whomever they want. If, in my post, I had hurt, made fun of, or unfairly and  unjustly criticized anyone, then of course, call me out on it. 

But to send mean-spirited notes simply because my speculation was not accurate…what joy is there in that? To anons who feel compelled to send notes to anyone criticizing their artwork, fanfic, photos, blog posts, or speculation written on their own blog, please stop and think about this:

Before you speak (write/type), ask yourself: is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve on the silence?

— Sai Baba

madamemarquise  asked:

hello, I have just read your Christmas one shot and I'm very curious about the country the Everdeen family came from. You mentioned a tradition of washing the feet of the bride. Is it real or did you invent it? If it exists, where is it from? Thank you and Merry Christmas!

@madamemarquise, Katniss’ family is supposed to be Scottish, hence the Christmas/New Year’s food they ate. (Their practice of midnight church, early morning supper, and then the opening of gifts isn’t Scottish, but is practiced in some Northern European countries.)

The custom of feet washing for the bride is real – apparently it’s a Scottish tradition (per my internet research).

Thanks for your question. Merry Christmas to you and yours!

Midnight Supper | Tori & Klaus


He’d found her in a hotel, working the kitchen. She remembered that. Tori got a little fuzzy on why she wasn’t working there anymore, and why she was working in this compound now. She didn’t really care though. It was a job, she got to make amazing dishes for charming foreigners and Southerners alike, and her hours seemed fairly flexible.

Tori had gotten the call an hour past. A midnight supper for one, the master of the house. She was in the kitchen, plating up a perfectly seared steak, rosemary potatoes, and steamed and seasoned broccoli. She straightened, one minute until midnight, and took the tray of food, rolls, and wine to the table, her experience as a waitress handy at the moment. 

There he was, the master of the house. Sometimes Nik, Niklaus, or Klaus. She called him Mr. Mikaeson, and always gave him a sunny smile. 

“Mr. Mikaelson, dinner as requested. Hope you enjoy it,” she said, setting it down to serve him. “And, of course…. if you want anything else…” Tori nodded, eager as always to serve him.

nisiedrawsstuff replied to your post “I’ve always wondered how you think the silm would’ve gone if everyone…”

idk i cant imagine hobbits ever leaving valinor and the never-ending breakfasts

Then Fëanor cried: ‘Shall we mourn here deedless for ever, a shadow-folk, mist-haunting, dropping vain tears in the thankless sea? Or shall we return to our home? In Cuiviénen sweet ran the waters under unclouded stars, and wide lands lay about, where a free people might walk. There they lie still and await us who in our folly forsook them. Come away! Let the cowards keep this city!’

And a voice piped up from the back of the crowd, saying, ‘Well, I don’t deny you make a number of very good points, and I’m sure there’s lots to be said for Middle-earth, sweet waters and so on, but do they know about second breakfast?’

Fëanor was unable to comment on whether the peoples of Middle-earth knew about second breakfast. Nor could he say for sure whether there would be elevenses, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper, or midnight snacks. And so the Noldor went away homewards shaking their heads, feeling that free kingdoms under the stars were all very well, but really one could manage without them, whereas no one could reasonably be expected to manage without at the very least some jam and toast and a cup of tea at about half-past nine.