through it all the ship sails on

Best Pun Ever

Mallory and Mark Kensington were two star struck lovers who had been married for 12 years. Mallory was a commercial airline pilot and Mark was the captain of a nuclear submarine. They were both very responsible with their money, lived simply, had no children, and no vices. The only exception to their frugality was their dog Max whom they doted on at every possible occasion. Unfortunately for Max, fate had terrible plans in store for him. One dark August day, Mallory and Mark were both at their respective jobs and in a cruel twist of fate suffered major mechanical failures at the same time. In a million to one oddity, they both perished in the astonishing first-of-its-kind airplane/submarine accident.

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What Goes Up...

The group I DM for, mostly levels 4 and 5, had been asking if they could do a quest that involved sailing. So I dusted off Stormwrack and settled of The Sable Drake. They had tracked the ship to the pirates hideout and were engaging in a sea battle offshore. The crew were all still alive but Captain Naki had all but crippled the ship and were preparing to board.

Cleric casts Wind Wall

Cleric: “That will keep them from shooting us but they can just walk through it.”

Ranger: “Yeah but the captain’s a wererat. If she gets on board she could bite us. I don’t want to get bit!”

Bard OOC: hey *DM* is the catapult still loaded?

DM: Yes, but the Sable Drake is too close to use it.

Bard OOC: Can I tie my rope to the rock.

DM: Yes? It takes 5 feet to wrap the rock. May I ask why?

Bard: I tie the rope and tell the crew member to prepare to fire. Hey, *Ranger* can I borrow your rope?“

Ranger: “Uh, sure.”

Bard: I tie her rope onto mine and say “Get ready.”

Captain Naki proceeds to board the ship after the party surrendered.

“So nice to have an easy capture. Just hand over the valuables and I’ll make your deaths quick.”

Bard: “Now *Ranger*!”

Ranger throws the rope at Naki and the bard casts Animate Rope on it to ranger her. Naki fails her save and is tangled.

The DM suddenly realizes what the rope is for.

Bard: “Fire the Catapult!”

The catapult is fired and Naki goes sailing towards the beach. The DM didn’t even bother to roll for fall damage.

“Good job. You’ve Tom and Jerry’d yet another boss fight.”

Entire table is losing their shit.

The party then proceeds to capture the Sable Drake and for themselves renamed it The Flying Goblin.

Mermaids: A Guide


  • O R I G I N S 
    Greek Gods

  • S P E C I E S
    General Capabilities
    - Nereides
    - Sirens 
    - Zagreus
    - Melusina
    - Briareos 
    - Galatos

  • L A N G U A G E
    Basic Phrases

  • C U L T U R E 
    Honor & Law
    Mating vs Bonding
    Mating & Children
    Family Life

  • L I N K   T O  T H E  S T O R Y : C O R A L  &  B O N E
    This guide is based on the mermaids of Coral and Bone, who originate from the Assyrian goddess Atargatis and also, the Greek gods. This explores the theory of if the gods and their descendants fled to the sea in modern times.

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Vines used titles to provide contextual information that couldn’t be provided within  six seconds. Most vines didn’t need context, and in fact demonstrate how little set up a narrative needs to be humorous or relatable. However, many vines were shaped by their artist’s chosen titles, a quick phrase that establishes the necessary background information to understand, if you would like, why this person is dancing like that in their shower. In this regard, vines usage of titles has much in common with poetry’s–often abstract text given setting through a concrete title.

Consider this poem by Lucille Clifton:

I seemed to be drawn

to the center of myself

leaving the edges of me

in the hands of my wife

and I saw with the most amazing


so that I had not eyes but


and, rising and turning,

through my skin,

there was all around not the

shapes of things

but oh, at last, the things


The language is powerful, but the poem takes on far more poignancy when you know the title is “The Death of Fred Clifton.” Without the title, the meaning is different. The title is not separate from the art; the title is part of it.

So what I’m saying is please put the goddamn titles in your vine compilations, come on guys, I know the ship done sailed on that front but yall you’re killing me

The Salt War

First session of Pathfinder.  I’m GM and my players are a Half-Elf Wizard, a Human Fighter, and an Elf Ranger.  The Wizard and the Ranger are on the deck of a ship and the Fighter, with her Int of 7, is wandering around belowdecks.

Me (to Fighter): You pass through the cargo hold and come across the storeroom.  It looks like this is where all of the ship supplies are held, like food, water, and extra sails.  That sort of thing.  Roll a Perception check.

Fighter: I rolled a 5.

Me: Okay.  Everything in here looks like it’s on the up and up…except that one barrel, the one closest to the door, looks like it’s out of place or that someone has messed with it.

Fighter: I punch the barrel.  (She punches the barrel, which cracks it partly open, to find it full of salt.)  I bet there’s something in there.  I dig through the salt to find it.

Me after a moment: You get to the bottom and you find…nothing but salt.

Fighter: Curse you, salt!  You and your hidden mysteries!  I will crush you and find your truths!

Ranger (OOC): The Salt War has begun!

“There’s a sense of loss there in the guy and he just doesn’t know what it is that’s missing.” [x]


He stares hard at the cup of coffee in front of him.

It tastes strange today, for whatever reason, and it has nothing to do with the way Officer Rodriguez tends to burn it beyond reasonable recognition. 

No, there’s something just off.

His hand curls around the canister of cinnamon kept on hand for early morning bouts of oatmeal before he quite knows what he’s doing. He tips, stirs – ignores the whispered comments behind his back from the officers who avoid the quiet man with one hand. He brings the mug to his lips and takes a long sip, spice exploding on his tongue and settling low in his belly.

It tastes like –

It’s perfect.


He gets a call to report down to the docks – some kids, vandalizing the old abandoned boats that sit unused and unloved on the far edge of the lot. Hardly anything malicious or dangerous, but the old codger that serves as harbormaster has a knack for making his displeasure known. Better to get it over with now and appease the old man.

He sighs and walks the perimeter of the docks, the young heathens who wreaked havoc upon the vessels long since gone. He fiddles with the collar of his uniform, the neck pressing tight against his throat today. He’s been bothered by it of late and idly wonders if its stress or the new body wash he’s indulged in. Honey and vanilla, of all things – the impulse to buy it at the market too strong to ignore.

The fishing crafts bob in the incoming tide, the canvas of their sails whispering in the wind that blows in from the east. He watches them, closing his eyes and breathing deep through his nose. The dock feels too steady beneath his feet, a sudden longing to be aboard one of the ships all consuming. A desire to feel weathered wood beneath his palm and the taste of salt heavy on his tongue.

He blinks open his eyes and shakes his head.

He’s bloody-well losing his mind.


He’s at the market when he catches a glimpse of long blonde hair, tangled and haphazardly tucked beneath a knit cap. His heart stutters in his chest and he – he rather ignores the hot chocolate selection he had been agonizing over as he allows his gaze to follow her movements.

She’s stunning, radiant – even as she trips rather gracelessly into a stand of oranges. Her cheeks burn as the fruit tumbles to the ground, a string of obscenities whispered beneath her breath. He chuckles, extending a hand to help, his fingers brushing over hers when they reach for the same orange.

He’s not one for flights of fancy – never been one to indulge in romantic leanings or ideations. But the second her wide green eyes flick up to meet his own – another curse on the tip of her tongue and her cheeks flushed pink – the aching gnaw in his chest he’s been feeling for weeks (months, years) soothes and settles.

She blinks at him. “Hi.”

The corners of his lips twitch into a smile, an answering one blossoming on her face.

“Hello, love.”

“What happened?” So long as I was careful not to move, the pain in my leg was bearable. Automatically, I placed my fingers under the angle of my jaw to check my pulse; reassuringly strong. I wasn’t in shock; my leg couldn’t be badly fractured, much as it hurt. 

Jamie rubbed a hand over his face. He looked very tired, and I noticed that his hand trembled with fatigue. There was a large bruise on his cheek, and a line of dried blood where something had scratched the side of his neck. 

“The topmast snapped, I think. One of the spars fell and knocked ye overboard. When ye hit the water, ye sank like a stone, and I dived in after you. I got hold of you— and the spar, too, thank God. Ye had a bit of rigging tangled round your leg, dragging ye down, but I managed to get that off.” He heaved a deep sigh, and rubbed his head. 

“I just held to ye; and after a time, I felt sand under my feet. I carried ye ashore, and a bit later, some men found us and brought us here. That’s all.” He shrugged. 

I felt cold, despite the warm breeze coming in through the windows. 

“What happened to the ship? And the men? Ian? Lawrence?” 

“Safe, I think. They couldna reach us, with the mast broken— by the time they’d rigged a makeshift sail, we were long gone.” He coughed roughly, and rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth. “But they’re safe; the men who found us said they’d seen a small ketch go aground on a mud flat a quarter-mile south of here; they’ve gone down to salvage and bring back the men.” 

He took a swallow of water, swished it about his mouth, and going to the window, spat it out. 

“I’ve sand in my teeth,” he said, grimacing, as he returned. “And my ears. And my nose, and the crack of my arse, too, I shouldna wonder.” 

I reached out and took his hand again. His palm was heavily calloused, but still showed the tender swelling of rising blisters, with shreds of ragged skin and raw flesh, where earlier blisters had burst and bled. 

“How long were we in the water?” I asked, gently tracing the lines of his swollen palm. The tiny “C” at the base of his thumb was faded almost to invisibility, but I could still feel it under my finger. “Just how long did you hold on?” 

“Long enough,” he said simply. 

He smiled a little, and held my hand more tightly, despite the soreness of his own. It dawned on me suddenly that I wasn’t wearing anything; the linen sheets were smooth and cool on my bare skin, and I could see the swell of my nipples, rising under the thin fabric. 

“What happened to my clothes?” 

“I couldna hold ye up against the drag of your skirts, so I ripped them off,” he explained. “What was left didna seem worth saving.” 

“I don’t suppose so,” I said slowly, “but Jamie— what about you? Where’s your coat?” 

He shrugged, then let his shoulders drop, and smiled ruefully. 

“At the bottom of the sea with my shoon, I expect,” he said. And the pictures of Willie and Brianna there, too. 

“Oh, Jamie. I’m so sorry.” I reached for his hand and held it tightly. He looked away, and blinked once or twice.


Sea Herbs and Plants

When it comes to practicing sea witchcraft most people probably only really think about using seashells, fish bones, sea water etc but there’s a lot of herbs and plant life that can be used in sea magic as well.

Below are my own personal associations for plants and herbs that I use in my practice and some possible suggestions for those looking to find more plants and herbs to use in their sea craft.


Now, I know what you’re thinking, This probably sounds a little weird and out of place. And, it is. I associate lavender with the smell of the tide rolling in just after the sunset, and more importantly I associate it with the Salt-Bearer, who to me is the very heart of the ocean. It is the only commonly used herb that I find myself able to associate with the sea and because of this, it’s my go-to herb. I tend to lean away from using lavender essential oil in place of using the actual bulbs because to me, the oil, no matter how strong the scent seems to be lacking something. I just don’t use it in spell work. 

Associations: Ebb and flow, purity, evening tide.

 Sea Things I tend to use it for:

  • Protection charms
  • Purification Salt
  • Sea “Tea”
  • Banishing Salt
  • Simple Beauty Baths
  • Low tide powder
  • Submerged Casting
  • Cleansing Spray for Shells and Bottles
  • Sigils
  • Almost everything. 

White Roses

Once again, this probably sounds really straight and I want tonight but it is normal I denies that this probably won’t work with everyone. I can’t truly describe why I associate white roses so heavily with the sea and sea magic but it is a thing. And to be honest, I fucking hate roses in all their colors but I can tolerate white and once again through the Salt Bearer, I was shown that this plant can easily be used in ocean magic. 

Associations: Morning tide, High tide, The Moon/moonlight and the sails of a ship. 

Sea Things I Tend to Use It For: 

  • Baths
  • Purity Salt
  • The charging of sea water. 
  • High Tide powder
  • “Softer” spells

Sea Weed

Sea weed is a lovely, lovely plant to keep handy and I suggest that any aspiring sea witches pick up some if you can. Now, when you do pick up the sea weed, you can choose to dry it or keep it hydrated; that part is up to you. I usually choose the former method as dried sea weed can be crushed up into a semi-fine powder and used that way as well. 

Associations: Moving up in life (since seaweed grows toward sunlight), Prosperity, Money, Success. 

Sea Things that I Tend to Use it For:

  • Money spells
  • Prosperity spells
  • Curses to cause failure and money loss
  • Beauty spells and glamours
  • Good luck charms
  • Motivation spells

Sea Moss

Sea moss usually grows on rocks such as those pictured above though it can grow in other places, I’ve seen it on docks and such. Sea moss is definitely strange but also worth it. When going about collecting sea moss, you should never do it with your bare hands, the reason for this is that sometimes when you go to pull the moss off of the rock, there are barnacles beneath the moss or around it that you weren’t able to see. 

Every time that I have gone to get sea moss and used my hands, I ended up slicing them on barnacles. Not a pleasant thing. I would suggest bringing a butter knife, wedge that under the moss and carefully pull off a few pieces. 

Associations: Endurance, adapting, the waves (water beats against them)

Sea Things That I Tend To Use It For: 

  • Endurance charms 
  • Rebirth

Salt Hay


Salt hay is my absolute favorite seaside plant but unfortunately, the beach that I live close to barely has any so it’s very rare that I ever get the chance to get my hands on some. One of the reasons that I am so crazy about it is because of how it gross, this fucker literally grows through the salt water when other plants would have died. Metal. 

Associations: Strength, secrecy and concealment, the connection of land and sea, standing tall.

Some Sea Things To Use It For: 

Concealment spells


Self Appreciation Spells


Connecting of Two Unrelated Things

Other Ideas for Plants and Herbs to Use
Red Algae
Green Alage


If I wanted to fire a warning shot, how close would I have to aim for it to be effective? How close? I’m not interested in holing his ship, but need him to understand that I am committed to this.

Sticky Fingers

Host shambles through his library, cane in one hand and a book in the other. It’s peaceful, far more peaceful than today’s meeting. It was really just a shouting match about Anti’s latest antics and what the Egos should do about it. The Host is glad to be back to his usual peaceful surroundings.

Dark wants the Host monitoring all the Anti theories online and keeping him updated on them. As much as Dark dislikes sharing the limelight, he also needs to know what the glitch has up his sleeve, and the fans are typically quite good at sniffing such things out. Host is so tired of listening to the droning computerized voice reading out the posts to him, however, and he would much rather settle down quietly with one of his books.

Host drops into one of his armchairs with a sigh, rubbing his forehead and kicking up his feet on the little ottoman. He’s just getting good and relaxed when Wilford comes in stewing about Dark. “That no good attention hog. Not to mention what Anti might be doing to Jack and the others right about now. And what if he decides to come after us in the mean time?” Wilford ruffles his hair and twists his bowtie. “It’s exasperating!”

Host chucks a book at him, and Wilford catches it, absolutely shocked that Host would do something like that. But the Host just smiles. “Read a book.”

Wilford looks down at the lump of paper in his hands and makes a face. “I don’t know, Host. Books aren’t really my thing…”

“Books aren’t really my… Oh, Wilford! Don’t ever say that again.” Host covers his ears and pouts. “Books are filled with tons of things you’d like. Swordfights, pirates, treasure, all right there in that little book.” Host points at the leather-bound volume in the pink Ego’s hands.

Wilford’s eyes sparkle a bit as he flips through the pages. “There are pictures?”

“In that one,” Host smirks. “It’s a special edition, one that I paid a lot of money for. So no sticky candy fingers, got it?”

Wilford nods, turning to the first page and settling down into one of Host’s chairs. “I… I’m really slow at reading.” He glances up at the Host, but the blind man is still smiling.

“Take your time.” Host leans his head back and folds his hands in his lap. “You can read out loud if that helps.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?” Wilford looks down at the book again, at all the neat little letters all in perfect rows, but sometimes they just don’t want to behave properly. And he finds himself floundering to make them out.

Host traces his fingers along the needlepoint stitching of his armchair with a sigh. “Just softly, please.” Wilford nods and begins to read. He stumbles through a few chapters before the Host falls asleep and begins snoring softy, and Will keeps reading even after that for a few more minutes.

Once even he can’t keep his eyes open anymore, he takes a quick nap right there in the library and dreams of pirate ships sailing on storm-whipped seas and islands where buried treasure is hidden among the jungles. When he wakes up, he starts perusing Host’s library for more books. Once he has a sizeable stack, he pokes the Host’s shoulder until the other man stirs from sleep. “Can I borrow these?”

Host runs his hands over the spines of the books. “That’s quite a few, Wilford. Don’t you want to…” But he can sense Wilford’s excitement, as yellow as sunshine at first light. Host smiles. “Sure, take as many as you want.”

Wilford bobs onto his toes with a snicker. “Awesome!” And then he scampers off with the books piled up under his chin. Host shakes his head and gets up to check the latest Anti theories. Wilford returns the books after a few days, and the Host is somewhat pained to feel some of the pages stuck together with sugar. Though he wonders what else he expected from Wilford, the Ego always stuffing his face with candy.

So when Wilford comes back wanting more books, Host surprises him with a stack of his own. “Really? I can keep them?” Host nods, but Wilford suddenly goes silent.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want them?” Host tugs at his bandages.

Warfstache shakes his head. “No, that’s not it! I just… I feel like I should do something for you now.”

Host smirks. “Don’t worry about it, Will. Really.” Wilford pauses for a minute and then gives Host a quick hug before the other Ego can protest and runs off with his books.


Host: Give it up for the Friend-Zoned Loser and and the Mare-Heart bRUISERRRR!

Cal: You’re the Fisher Boy, I’m the Kisser Boy,

You’re her friend-zoned friend, I’m her bed-boyfriend!

Kilorn: Excuse me? Did I hear you right? Did you just say:

‘I’m her boyfriend’? Well lemme tell you that there’s no way!

Dude, as a fisher, I know when things fail,

You know how we say it? That ship has sailed!

Cal: And what did you think that I left her for?

Well dumbass, it’s to stop that war!

I’ll shape a better future, for our children of course,

She’ll crawl back to me with some great remorse!

Kilorn: If you think she’s gonna love you through-and-through,

Then boy, I’ve met fish with more brains than you!

Sure, together you once would sleep,

But now you left her all alone, just to weep!

Well, she’s gonna need a shoulder to cry on,

And lil’ Kilorn’s gonna be there to rely on.

I’m gonna take her in, hook, line, and sinker,

With no one as worthy, I’m gonna win her!

Cal: Yep, that’s the only way you’ll ever get Mare,

Only when no one around is near as fair.

Boy, let’s be honest, your standard’s down here, *hand very low*

Maybe not in height, but Mare and I are near. *hand at chest height*

Kilorn: Yeah and were you there when her older bros left?

When her family was starving and she turned to theft?

Might I remind you that it’s ya Silvers who did it

We were swallowing b-s until the very limit!

Cal: Ha-Ha. And you think that that was all me?

The person who started it, setting up this country?

I can’t help it that I’ve got Silver-blood,

But just ask what Mare thought when we were in the mud! *smirk*

Audience: OOOOOHH!!!

Kilorn: If you think that you screwed Mare first, 

This news is gonna shock you, cuz it’s the worst,

Mare already ‘did it’ with someone else!

Could’ve been me, but I won’t confess! *mic drop*

[crowd goes wild]

AU concept: Bitty runs a meal delivery service that specializes in catering to serious athletes (and other people with very specific dietary needs, but athletes are his favorites). All the single guys, and some of the partnered ones, on the Falconers use his service, because his cheat day inclusions are THE BEST and make all that chicken actually worth it. (Not that the food is bad! It’s not even actually boring. But their team nutritionist is strict enough that it eventually gets repetitive no matter what.)

Bitty has the Falconers’ schedule incorporated into his calendar so he can coordinate deliveries and know how many meals to deliver each time. He tries to time them all to coincide with either practice times or roadies, because he figures that’s less disruptive and, honestly, if he gets to talking with anyone, it’ll thrown off his whole delivery schedule for the rest of the day.

So no one on the Falconers has actually met him. He’s jokingly referred to as the Food Fairy in the dressing room. The nutritionist rolls her eyes and says, “Well, I’ve met him, and he is both real and very nice,” but the older guys still like making up urban legends about him for the new rookies.

But one day Bitty is making deliveries during a roadie, all in the groove, headphones on, singing to himself, he’s already made five other drop-offs like clockwork, when someone taps him on the should and says, “Hello?” and he screams. (Fortunately he does not drop the food.) He turns around, and it’s Jack, who’s home due to an injury or the flu or whatever, and it never occurred to him to call the delivery service because the food always just shows up, he never even thought about how it got there.

And Bitty is mortified because 1) he screamed, but 2) now Jack’s meal count is off because he’s actually home instead of on the road with the team, so he rushes through the rest of his deliveries, gets back to his kitchen, whips up some “get well” soup and a special recovery pie (lemon meringue for vitamin C?) and takes it over to Jack’s, and…

…that’s all I’ve got. I established the meet-cute, someone else take over.

(Other options: OMC meal person/Kent, Bitty/Kent, OMC/[sail your ship here], etc., etc.)

Berseria prequel novel summary: Eizen and Aifread’s pirates

Here’s a summary of a part of the prequel novella that came bundled with the Tales of Berseria collector’s edition. On this part, we see what went on aboard the Van Eltia on the night of the Advent, when Aifread’s entire crew could see Eizen for the first time.

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Come sail with me, sail
across, the vast ocean that is life
Come sail with me, sail
life’s choppy sea, sail it as my wife

We’ll sail along, sailing as
waves rise & fall, creating our own wake
Skimming over waters,
calm & stormy, every day new chances to take

We’ll take on passengers,
sons & daughters, all sailing life’s sea together
Sailing for as long as we can,
as mother & father, but no ship can sail forever

We will stop one day,
on an island remote, one that we’ve created
Then sit down for a while,
enjoying the calm, our life’s voyage contemplated

We’ll walk the shore,
hands entwined, leaving footprints in our sand
Gazing over our sea,
all there to see, looking back while we still can

Then one day we
will just dive in, dive deep beneath the waves
Diving deeper down below,
together forever, as told neither can be saved

From the bottom we’ll
glance, back up to sunlight, golden shafts beaming through
Our tears will mix,
with salty ocean, for the life that we once knew

By shore they’ll sit,
looking over our sea, children together holding hands
Then in crafts of their own,
they’ll sail to new islands, to make footprints in their sand

Until they like us, dive beneath,
swirling & crashing waves too
Diving deep down below,
their own ocean’s waters, to join us in deep blue

—  In my thinking
Diana on FB 😀 First a Full Day In Cape Town

Interesting days, limited time to write about them… Cell-phone roaming charges being what they are, I mostly don’t get to post stuff until I get up to work in the middle of the night. And I do actually need to work (no, really…<g>. I’m answering the copy-edit of the BESIEGED novella, so the whole SEVEN STONES book can go to press). A quick bit, though, of Our Adventures to Date:

Friday was our first full day in Cape Town, and the major activity was going to the Outlander Studio, to meet Maril and everybody, and tour the amazing new sets!

Wonderful to see Maril, Sam and Caitriona again, as well as Nick Heckstall-Smith (AD) and a few other of the Scottish crew that have come down. Also Luke Schelhaas, one of the new writers, who’s covering this block (meaning he’s the writer on set every day, responsible for the billions of on-the-spot changes and adjustments to the script that are needed; all scripts flex a _lot_ during the actual filming, no matter how many revisions they’ve been through beforehand).

We were just in time to catch David Brown, the Executive Producer for the whole show (meaning he’s the person without whom none of this could happen–he knows where to find anything and anybody, and how it all works) before he caught his flight back to Scotland (where the flock is gathering to begin prep for Season 4–this stuff takes a _LOT_ of work and thought and planning). David drove us off at high speed in his golf-cart, and we zipped out to tour the ships (I figure I’m not giving away any state secrets by telling you there are ships in this part of the show…), which are fabulous, and I don’t only mean cosmetically (my baseline for 18th century sailing ships is Disneyland’s “Columbia” and these are even better); they’re equipped with all kinds of hydraulics, gimbals, and water cannons (!!!) that make the ships nearly as expressive as the actors.

We also roared through several newly-built (and in-progress) outdoor sets, some adapted from the existing Black Sails sets (but you’ll never recognize them) and some newly built. Most striking aspects were the landscape plantings and the sand (I won’t tell you why; you’ll just have to wait and see…). Ditto several enormous tanks of water (well, we didn’t roar _through_ those; just up to the edge to have a look).

Then David had to rush to catch a plane, so Maril took over and we had a look at the indoor sets inside the (HUGE!!) studio buildings. The last one we came to was in use, and we waited a moment for the take to finish. Then Maril led us up a short flight of stairs to the door. It opened before she could reach for the door-handle, and out popped Sam and then Caitriona, both in costume and perspiring as though it was in fact July in Jamaica (film lights are Way Hot, especially in a small, confined space). Lovely to see them both again.

Short break, then back to filming. We were kindly accommodated with seats in the DOP (Director of Photography)’s tent, with headphones, so we could watch the filming. Usual mixture of fascination and boredom, with incidental entertainment (as someone said to me afterward, “How can they be giggling and poking each other, then in half a second, they’re somebody else completely and doing their lines?” To which the only reply is, “They’re actors.”)

Shared the late lunch/tea-break (they were shooting until 11 PM, so “lunch” was at 6:00 PM) with the crew, watched a bit more filming, and then bade the hard-working cast and crew a cheery farewell, and rolled back to our hotel to eat medium-rare springbok and mango sorbet. And the morning and the evening were the First Day…

anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you have any good Jonsa fics you'd like to recommend to a new convert?

Hey Anonny! 

WELCOME TO HELL SO GLAD YOU COULD JOIN US!!! I can absolutely help you out lol…

And once again, welcome aboard the Good Ship Jon/Sansa! Thank you for sailing with us!