seriously someone get these two an adult

I’m watching Hogfather because some brilliant someone put Diskworld on my dash, and I’m remembering how much I absolutely love Pratchett.

I want to throw just this one little story element out there.

Susan is a governess to two young children.  They’re supposed to be asleep, but the little girl comes into her room and says, “I’m scared that the monster in the cellar is going to eat me.”

And Susan takes her seriously.  Susan takes her fear seriously.

She gets up, grabs a fire poker, and marches off to the cellar.  The adults in the house see the two going past, and they think it’s a lark; it might actually work, they say, pretending to go into the cellar and making noise, so the little girl thinks the monster has been vanquished.  Very psychological.

We get a scene with the girl waiting patiently on the stairs and the adults not quite knowing what to make of all the noise, and then Susan comes out of the cellar, fire poker bent horrendously out of shape.  The adults say, ‘good touch that’ and head back to their dinner party.

And then Susan goes back into the cellar and drags the very real monster out by the tail, and she throws it out of the house.

Can we all just soak that in for a minute?  Okay good.

You should always take kids seriously when they’re scared.  Because sometimes, the monsters are real.  And sometimes, no one else is listening.

Terry Pratchett is just awesome.

What is the anti-shipping movment’s deal with calling 18 and 19 year olds children?

I keep seeing them insist any ship with someone 18/19 with someone in their 20’s is pedophilia. And I just: ?????

Please stop using that word for dramatic effect. I can no longer take accusations of it seriously. Are yu accusing someone of hurting a child or of shipping two adults with an age gap?

A writer who choses to put a canon-16yr old in a college AU is not a child abuser. Nor is the artist who shows the same character as an adult getting married.

I have two phonecalls I need to make and I just really don’t want to get on the phone but I have to.

One is to the person that called me two days ago about my hockey ticket Hat Trick Plan, so. Important personally.

The other is to make a doctor’s appointment with my new doctor ASAP because I SERIOUSLY need to get a preventative figured out, my asthma is out of control since Christmas, and also I’m pretty sure I should not be having headaches basically EVERY day, even if they’re more like a level 4 than a level 8 or higher. So that’s like, adult-important. And health-important. And definitely needs to be done.

*sighs forever* Someone make me do this.

What's Life Without a Few Dragons

So, I didn’t want to write a part two to Vodka Cannot Kill a Dragon but I did because I’m out of control. Someone needs to stop me. Seriously.

I blame people from Twitter again because I’m an adult and that means I can run away from my responsibilities if I want to.

Also available on Ao3.


“It’s your bachelor party and I’m your best man,” Jace had said. “You owe me to get drunk.”

Alec is pretty sure he’s heard those words before, or something close enough.

He also knows that two things came out of it. One, he got engaged to Magnus, which is a good thing. Two, he experienced the most embarrassing week, maybe month, of his life after that, which was a very, very bad thing. Simon, the living (or dead – or undead, damn this vampire business can be so confusing) proof that vampires cannot be trusted, had recorded him blathering about Magnus’ skills with his mouth (among other things) and forwarded it to all of their friends. For a while after Jace and Clary’s wedding, he had had to deal with knowing smirks and snickers behind his back every time he walked through the Institute. He is not going to make the same mistake again.

Except he already has because before he can register what happened, he’s hammered again.

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