Jan. 10th, 2017

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“On a positive note, maybe, I’m wearing real honest-to-god jeggings…”

I usually hate jeggings because they always feel like they’re falling off my ass, but I just got some from Lane Bryant that I’m pleasantly surprised with. And the cost half of what jeans usually do. Win win.

These are from Torrid and they’re… The Lean Jean or something like that. They’re not as cheap as I sort of feel like they ought to be, but I got them on clearance, so. 

galadhir replied to your post “On a positive note, maybe, I’m wearing real honest-to-god jeggings…”

I am wearing them too. They’re so easy, I’m not sure I’m ever going back to real trousers.

I feel like I’m somehow cheating. SECRETLY IN MY JAMMIES. I don’t know. I’m still not convinced they’re really pants, but I also don’t care. 
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I’m terrified of this culture I see on tumblr which dictates that if a person does something wrong, or makes a mistake, or displays a moment of ignorance they are trash and worthless and deserve to be torn to shreds. A human being does not stop being a human being because they said something stupid. The idea that we should all aspire to a very specific sense of social and ideological purity or we deserve to die is dictatorial and frankly frightening.

Everything you need to know is in the fact that the OP is deactivated.
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so i guess i’m doing the bodhi/cassian au thing, i wrote a bunch more today.

but it’s not going to be as fluffy as Found Cat, which was already less fluffy than I really wanted. 

It’s sort of. Wistful and weird. IDK. 

(Continued from this ; it’ll go on AO3 eventually probably but it’s still pretty short and I haven’t hit the story part yet, if there is one.)

“We can pretend I work for Triple A,” Sled Dog Guy said, leaning in conspiratorially. “I used to. That’s how I know I can do it. The ones with the electronic locks and the car alarms, no, but if it’s a mechanical lock, I can open it.”

“A Triple A truck happened by and the guy took pity on me,” Bodhi said.

“Sure,” Sled Dog Guy said. “What with the puppy dog eyes and all, you must get that a lot.”

Bodhi gave him an incredulous look. “I’m sorry, did you forget the KKK has a branch office here? My coworkers have nicknamed me ISIS. I assure you, they are not going to believe a random tow truck driver thought I was cute.”

Sled Dog Guy’s mouth flattened, at that, and he glanced away. “Tell ‘em someone called the cops and the cop let you in your car to shut up the neighbors,” he said grimly, and stood and went to his car, a nondescript sedan. He went directly to the van’s door instead of coming back to the bench that Bodhi was frozen to.

Bodhi managed to peel himself off the bench and half-jogged over. “Can you– will it damage the door?” he asked anxiously, and in a moment, as his mind caught up, “Cops can unlock cars?” Of course they could. “Wait, did I do puppy dog eyes on you? I try to deploy them sparingly, they don’t normally work around here.”

“You’re goddamned adorable,” Sled Dog Guy said, deftly wriggling the tool into the top of the door. Before Bodhi could ask again if it would damage the door, there was a pop, and he pulled the door open and retrieved his tool. “Bingo. You’re welcome.”

Bodhi gaped at him. “Wh– that’s it? That’s how easy it is?”

“You have to know how to do it and have the tool,” Sled Dog Guy said, waggling the– whatever it was, Bodhi couldn’t really get a look at it– and then stuffing it into his pocket. “Shh. I never did this. I was never here.” He winked appealingly, and turned to go.

“Wait,” Bodhi said, catching his arm. Sled Dog Guy paused, glancing back warily. “What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Sled Dog Guy in my head, it doesn’t make sense without the parka.”

Sled Dog Guy broke out into a grin like the sun coming up.
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fact: ppl named katie with a k are inherently more powerful than those who spell it with a c. the strongest catie could fight the weakest katie and would still be obliterated. however, katies ending in ie are superior to katies ending in y, with k/catis as the most inferior katie. the katie hierarchy is as follows: katie, katy, kati, catie, caty, cati. katherines, however, are the most powerful of all, with catherines at a distant second. if, for god knows what reason, you place an i between the a and the t (see: caitie, kaity), you do not qualify as a true katie, and will not survive past a single round of katie v katie fisticuffs.

Question: Could the strongest Catie beat the weakest Kati?

it would be a close match. at that point, it comes down to strategy and dirty tricks, but under the right circumstances, i would argue that catie COULD beat kati

What about Kathies/Cathys?

I feel as though the “th” is what gives the Katherines the extra strength, so it seems like you’d do fairly well. I think Kathies would beat Kathys but still be weaker than Katherines. I’m not an expert but I’d propose the expanded Katherine name variant hierarchy as follows: Katherine, Catherine, Kathie, Kathy, Cathy, Katie, Katy, Kati, Catie, Caty, Cati. 

I knew a Kaeti in college. How would she fare?

My sister Katy is really Kathleen, what about that branch of the name? 
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I DID IT I MADE A PHONE CALL

*curls up under desk*

*whimpers*
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I DID IT I MADE A PHONE CALL

*curls up under desk*

*whimpers*

… about all I understood from the phone call, and that I made them repeat a bunch was, “yes okay this thing is done”, and they were like yes, there’s a form you’ll need to sign and attach a cancelled check to, fax it back, and I was like who even fucking faxes things but I’ll figure it out, OK. I got the form and it’s blank. There are two solid pages full of things I have to fill in, with information I don’t know how to get. There’s a chance they really just need me to fill in who I am and attach a cancelled check and send it back, but I don’t know if they said that or not, because I don’t understand people well over the phone, and that’s why I don’t do important business over the phone. There’s an equally good chance that I’m expected to somehow know how to fill this fucking thing out. The only thing I’m absolutely sure of is that it was sent from a Do-Not-Reply email account, and the only way I can ask for help is to phone them again, whereupon I will not understand their instructions. Fucking yay? Fuck. They’re getting this thing faxed back fucking blank with a note attached saying if this isn’t what you needed you can email me like a fucking civilized fucking human.
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Maybe I just have no perspective because I currently have menstrual cramps so painful I’m nauseous but the fact that the autocorrect on this phone is for shit is maybe the Worst Thing That Has Ever Happened To Humanity.
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Also I finished this embroidery on a scrap of repurposed fabric and now I’m fighting the urge to do like a thousand more variations on it and make a crazy quilt. No, January won’t last forever…
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Cleared to land

#aviation #honestly like #the sight of the runway at the right perspective is as beautiful and satisfying as it is scary and frustrating see it in the wrong perspecti #in life we’re always either over or undershooting #but in flying #you can approach shit #just #right

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I sort of want to bang on pots and pans and yell about how much my fucking uterus fucking hurts and how mad I am about it but mostly I’m going to just never move again not even to go find the fucking ibuprofen i KNOW i have in this fucking house and i couldn’t find it and i am NOT standing up again FUCK

I told my coworker that it was so bad that I’d gladly kill someone with my teeth for a moment’s relief, or, hell, really just for the distraction, if I thought it’d work. 

I mean. It’s not so far outside of normal except for how mad I am about it. I don’t think I’m usually this mad. I’m so mad you guys.
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aimmyarrowshigh:

NEW FIC POST! Let’s Give Ourselves Promises of Our Unending

Author: @aimmyarrowshigh & @nichestars

Art (in order above): @ruewalker & @rey-of-luke

Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, Star Wars: Shattered Empire, Star Wars - The Force Awakens, Star Wars: Original Trilogy Era

Story Title: “Let’s Give Ourselves Promises of Our Unending”

Summary:  

“Will you do something for me?” Jyn asks, muffled. “While I’m gone?”

“Anything,” Cassian promises, feeling her breath against his skin. They’re alive. He can do anything.

“Try to be happy,” Jyn says, peering up at him. “I don’t think the people here know that you can smile.”

Or, Captain Cassian Andor tries to define what it means to live after he should have died. His second life is a softer one.

AKA: The working title of this fic was “Three Rebels and a Baby.”

Main Character/Relationship: Cassian Andor/Shara Bey/Kes Dameron

Rating: E

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Polyamory, Threesome - F/M/M, Canon Character of Color, Survivor Guilt, Slow Burn, Unplanned Pregnancy, Comprehensive warnings in Notes

Wordcount: 105,250

Disclaimer: We don’t own Star Wars. If we owned Star Wars, we would have so much money, and there would be so many more girls in it. (And all the moms would live.)

Read @ AO3!

Today at the office I have mostly been reading this glorious fic, and honestly Cassian Andor’s residual trauma and second life slow-dawning happiness is the only thing getting me through the back-to-work blues

💕 Thank you!

This also got me through a day where I had such bad cramps I thought I was going to throw up. I managed to look busy and also read it, which was tricky sometimes with the really excellent sex scenes, but– you know, I survived, somehow, LOL. 
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you could do one for each season! or make a fuck the weather quilt

I’ve never made even *one* quilt, let alone a series of themed seasonal quilts. I also generally feel weird making stuff that I’m not going to give away, although let’s be real, I never finish anything, so… 

It just feels like it would be so extravagant of *time*. To make a whole quilt, and just for me?

But maybe I’ll keep making little embroideries like this and eventually put it together into something. I should start working on the definite pieces i’ve semi-planned, first, and I should do it this way– tiny pieces at a time, finish each tiny piece etc.,– to get it done.

Being productive is haaarrrrd. Maybe I’ll just collect a big box of scraps that are either blue, white, black, covered in penguins, or all of the above, and embroider things on pieces of them as I go, and if I wind up with enough for a lap quilt I’ll do that. 

@albymangroves once told me I should make a crazy quilt but I never did. Maybe I should. 

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