i don’t know what to say… fucking amazing, that’s what he is, honestly. the songs are incredible live and if you get the chance to see Borns, don’t even think about it, just go! really loved Holy Ghost and Clouds omg.
Due to a High Demand of like 3-5 people I with the power invested in me as The Official Conduit of the Ship Or Something declare the coming week of July 16-22 as Monmongary Week for some reason.
Once upon a time there was me, and back in like 2010 when I was on the verge of graduating high school in subrural Alberta I made OCs for the nearest urban population centres of importance, Edmonton and Calgary. These OCs have been in development for like over half a decade now and they’re very near and dear to my heart and you’re probably sick of me talking about them. 2010 me decreed for some childish reason Not to Ship Her Characters which of course made everyone ship her characters so around 2014 Hapo decided to Chill and Enjoy and Maybe Get Too Invested in the following stories
Once upon a time elsewhere across the country, one Windex Pasta Feta ( @randomoranges ) upon realizing that city ocs were popping up after some project revival thing decided to pull her garbage son Montreal from the trash where he was born to share with everyone in case someone else did it Wrong.
Once upon a time far closer to home, Edmonton resident Macher of Quatsch ( @quatschmachen ) after some particularly enticing creations by a Cowtown Coconut shipping both the Edgary and the Monmonton decided to bridge the gaps and start writing erotica for some reason because apparently that’s what you do when you are a grad student trying not to throw your suitcase full of library books out the window.
The trio now takes turns thinking up angst between these three characters for some reason because we keep stumbling across songs or facts or weird ideas involving them just because we talk a lot for some reason and like causing each other pain. Apparently other people take delight in this as well. So Come on down, Other People! Have some fun.
- Create a Thing about either the Edgary, the Monmonton, or even the Mongary or the Monmongary. It can be an art, it can be a story, it can be whatever you want it to be.
- It can be sfw or nsfw but if it is nsfw please tag it so we don’t get in trouble at work or we dont scar hapo for life before she’s had time to mentally prepare.
- Tag it as #monmongaryweek so we can all share
- Have a fun time, be nice, no need to be hatin’ on ships you don’t like or whatever.
- Feel free to ask us any questions about the kids, we are all very open to that. Or you can just ask me and I’ll put all our answers in one place so you get a variety of perspectives or something.
ya got me there bud - more of the poly soul mate au porfavor
As their long night came to an end the two had had a magical evening being absolutely stunned by their new friend
“Well this has been a lovely evening” Ed said, checking the time “but I’m afraid we should turn in, we wanted to get in a few museums before the Habs game tomorrow” and at that Ét’s smile grew three sizes “You really are trying to seduce me, aren’t you Edward? He teased at that
“What?” Ed asked red in the face that Ét thought he could seduce someone like him; Étienne chuckled “it’s nothing, you wouldn’t happen to need a tour guide with you, would you?” “Well…” Ed looked at Cal, this was supposed to be their romantic getaway as an anniversary present, while a part of him wanted to spend his time holding hands and kissing Cal, another part found himself very intrigued with this man who seemed so foreign to them, Cal seemed to be having similar thoughts as he smiled “does a cow shit in a pasture? Of course we’d love you to come with us!” He said excitedly
oh shoot and here is your Obligatory Wild Card Write What Your Heart Desires
because of reasons - Amnesia au
“So, what have you been up to?” Étienne asked over his
grilled sandwich of brie, green apples and walnuts; so far, their little lunch
had been quite pleasant – Edward had been pleasantly surprised by the ease in
their conversation and how nice it was to chat with Étienne; it was as if a
part of him had missed this easy friendship and even though Edward knew he had
had to take his distances for his own good, he was glad he had accepted the
“Oh, well, you know, the usual – work, leisure activities…”
He hesitated, before continuing, “I, eum, I started seeing someone,” And Edward
wasn’t really sure why he had told Étienne this, but he didn’t want Étienne to
get a wrong reading of what this was – to get his hopes up for nothing; Edward was
happy with Christopher, even if as of late he had been questioning their
relationship and maybe this was why he had accepted Étienne’s invite, but he
wasn’t ready to jump back to what they had been before the accident, and
Étienne needed to know that; there was a flicker of emotion that ran in Étienne’s
eyes, but as quickly as Edward noticed it, it was gone and Étienne’s previous
calm expression had returned, “What about you?” He asked.
“More of the same, lot’s of physical therapy for the leg,”
At that he sighed and grimaced, “The doctors don’t want to amputate because the
leg is “still good” but what good is a leg if I’m always in pain and need these
crutches all the time,” He pointed at the walking boot he had and the crutches
that were leaning against the nearby wall, “I’ve already had three surgeries
and it’s still the same, so I’m waiting for them to okay the amputation,”
Again, he made a face, but then went on, “Other than that, I’m not seeing
anyone, I guess despite everything, my heart still beats for you, but I’ll take
what I can and if it’s being friends, then so be it,” He smiled and if it
seemed a little sad around the edges, Edward didn’t notice, “I really missed
you, Ed,” Étienne added, softly and Edward had to admit that he had somehow
missed Étienne as well, even if he hadn’t been sure what it was he had missed.
So Leonard Cohen has come up four times on cbc radio 3 and to protect myself from his gravelly voice i’m posting the thing i wrote this morning without prompting
3 SENTENCE AU WHERE EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT ETIENNE AND LEONARD COHEN ARE BFFS
“I need some advice,” Etienne poured extra coarse demerara sugar into his coffee except the sugar just sort of sat on the surface tension of the foam and liquid and wasn’t that just a Swell metaphor for his life, “I am losing control of my life but more."
Leonard looked up from the song he was writing on the paper napkin and said in his low and monotone yet iconic voice that sounded just like rocks slowly being pushed across a flat prairie road by a bulldozer "Have you tried singing about it, Etienne?"
Etienne ignored him having realized that the sugar wouldn’t dissolve until he actually physically stirred it into the beverage - the newfound agency he felt upon lifting the spoon distracted him completely from even singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen, and he breathed out a single word in excitement as he took his life into his own hands, "Hallelujah.”