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The White Dress.

This story is about my friends MIL, and her wedding. Strap in guys, this is a wild ride in which I did THE THING that got me banned from any of her family functions. (Plus a few threats of dismemberment and bodily harm)

A good friend of mine from university was getting married! They had been a couple since Junior year of college, through her 2 years in the peace corps and currently her return to this continent. 6 years in total. She had been to all manner of family functions and always came back with a strange story about how she thinks her MIL secretly hates her. But she being a very quiet and sweet person pushed those thoughts aside.

Point 1: She is vegetarian and jewish, husband is not. She was invited and went to Christmas dinner and figured she would just eat sides, as well she brought a vegetarian casserole. MIL, after knowing her for THREE years, and being told by husband a few weeks before about not to forget friend doesn’t eat meat…proceeded to put meat in every dish. Friend drank water and ate her casserole the whole night while MIL cried to everyone that friend was so rude for not eating her cooking.

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Mirrorbright, shines the moon, its glow as soft as an ember
When the moon is mirrorbright, take this time to remember
Those you have loved but are gone
Those who kept you so safe and warm
The mirrorbright moon lets you see
Those who have ceased to be
Mirrorbright shines the moon, as fires die to their embers
Those you loved are with you still—The moon will help you remember

ben cook story time

so this is a story Ben’s dad told me one day and I think it deserves to be shared with the world.

while Ben was working in billy elliot on Broadway, he and his dad would regularly see shows together. one day they were hoping to see the revival of John Guare’s dark comedy, House of Blue Leaves. a show that deals with a lot of mature matters.

Ben walks up to the ticket office, asks if they have a student discount, and proceeds to show the ticket manager his sixth grade PPAS ID. after he asked for two tickets, the manager leans out of the window and says, “this show is for mature audiences, you are too young to see the show.”

Ben, without batting an eye, replies with, “but I say fuck onstage every night.”

the ticket manager responded with “oh, you must be in billy elliot.” then handed them their tickets and they went on their way.

keltic-moon  asked:

Imagine Steve Rogers finding out that one or two of the Howling Commandos (maybe Dugan and/or Falsworth) are still alive (but hella old) in present day because they just show up one day at Avenger tower and just let themselves in and before long the three of them are telling the Tony, Thor, and the team a tale of the glory days of the Howling Commandos. (Up to you if you want to throw Bucky in)

Thor’s unmistakable, booming laughter was easily discernable from the other side of the door, as was a mess of chatter and laughter from his other teammates.  The softer, slower cadence that came when the laughter subsided, Steve couldn’t place.

When he turned the corner into the common area, he nearly dropped his shield.  The faces weren’t the same – lined and aged – but he still knew them.   

“Dum Dum? Monty?”

“’ere he is!” Monty grinned.  “Let’s us have a look at you.”  

Steve stumbled over in a fog. He hadn’t had the time – he’d read the files shortly after the Chitauri, but that had been a few years before.  He didn’t think they’d still be alive and he felt something deep within him ease to know that they were.

“Even ages better’n we did, Monty.”  Dugan was still sporting his mustache, though it wasn’t as full as it’d once been. 

“How – I didn’t think-“

“-That we’d miss a chance to warn your new team about your particular brand of shenanigans?”  There was a familiar glint in Monty’s eyes.

“Cap? Shenanigans? I don’t know if those words belong in the same sentence, gentlemen.”  Tony’s grin was shit-eating.  

“Suppose not.”  Dugan mused. “Unless you count the raid in Al—“

“—No.  That was strategic.”

“The goat was not strategic.”  Monty tipped carefully to his right, stage whispering to Natasha: “He thought barnyard fauna counted as a sufficient diversionary device.” 

“It worked!”

“Not the point! You couldn’t have guessed that goat was going to head-butt a HYDRA operative.  You got lucky!”  Dugan took a sip of what Steve was reasonably sure was a Hot Toddy.   

“Dernier trained it.”

“He was the explosives expert!”

“-And goat whisperer.”  Steve set his jaw against a laugh.  

“Wait, I’m confused.  Was there a special ops goat, or wasn’t there?”  Bruce looked between the three Commandos curiously and seeming a little hopeful that it was possible to train a goat for such a task.  

Dugan cracked up first, Monty and Steve devolving into helpless laughter not long after.  

Maybe.”  Came the unified, giggled response.  

“Aw, be nice to Eleanor, she saved the day that day!”  Bucky was back and had caught the tail end of the conversation, apparently.