I got up at 4:45 am and it is 10:45 pm and I’ve

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I got up at 4:45 am and it is 10:45 pm and I’ve had a headache that entire time but I have been really productive and have not really sat down at all except during the driving back and forth to the site for setup. Then my sister attended the wedding as a guest and I sat on her baby for the duration but at least other sister came over for part of it and did some of the chasing, so I could cook dinner.
I am so tired. I hurt all over. People live like this. I don’t even know. Whatever.
Oh one bonus thing: wedding flowers, right? #1 most important thing, bride’s bouquet? #2 thing bridesmaids bouquets. Made #2 first for practice? Told 3 bridesmaids, so made 3 bouquets. One, tied ribbon on, forgot one type of accent filler. Too much trouble to undo, so just left it as spare, made one extra, you never know when having a spare bridesmaid bouquet could be a useful thing.
Sister shows up as a guest and discovers that, guess what? There are four bridesmaids.
She texted me “4 bridesmaids wtf”, which is about the only possible reaction to that. But anyway! Sixth sense or crazy luck or something.

An unsubstantiated headcanon: Ben Organa was really good at braiding hair.

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An absolutely true and verified headcanon: Ben Organa learned to braid from his mother (who learned it from her mother, who learned it from hers, in an unbroken line stretching back through the blood of Alderaan’s queens, to time in memoriam.) They would sit, front-to-back, and then trade—Ben’s small child’s hands clumsy in the long waterfall of her hair, hers quick and sure, plaiting the prince’s knot over his ear. Sometimes she told him stories, long-ago stories, of a blue-green planet hung in the blackness of space, which was beautiful and green and gone.

(He used to dream that its dead came in the night and ran their pale hands over his braids, making sure his mother had not forgotten, had not cheated with strings or sprays or any pins not carved from the wood of he kapok tree. Then the dead would kiss him, and tuck their stories in his hair. You must carry them for us now, they would say.

Ben Organa does not remember a time when his head was not heavy.)

Once in a while, dad would watch them from the doorway, quiet like he never got—sometimes he would smile at Ben and it wasn’t his usual smile, the one that made his eyes light up and Ben laugh. It was a sad smile, made Ben feel very old and grown-up and sort of sad, too. 

Dad always waited until they were done, and mom had finished telling her story. Then he would come to the edge of the bed and he would cup mom’s face in his hands (Ben used to think the whole galaxy could fit in his father’s hands) and he would look at her, and then at Ben, and he would say perfect.

Ben Organa is dead now and so is his father, but he can still remember the exact inflection of his father’s voice, the way his mother always smiled. Perfect.

Another thing: it is true, those stories about corpses, and fingernails. For Ben Organa is dead, and yet his hair keeps growing, no matter how deep Kylo Ren cuts trying to shear it from his scalp.

upon awakening, one more observation: when buying flowers for your wedding I would think getting the

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upon awakening, one more observation: when buying flowers for your wedding I would think getting the number of bridesmaids right is like, the #1 priority? Maybe #2 after, like, mentioning approximate number of tables, perhaps. But actual correct number of bridesmaids seems really unimpeachably important. 

i don’t know! I never got married. maybe it’s no big deal?  but i feel like literally everything about weddings is a big deal! 

Moisture condensing out of the sky! We don’t

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A video posted by Bridget Kelly (@bomberqueen17) on Jul 31, 2016 at 5:10am PDT

Moisture condensing out of the sky! We don’t know what to do with ourselves. The creek is running again! Yesterday we were driving through Washington County looking at their green fields enviously. Maybe the rain took pity on our jealousy. (at Laughing Earth)

awisekraken replied to your post “upon awaken

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Everything about weddings is a huge deal, which is why we went civil ceremony. :)

We just… never got married. I was toying with the idea of maybe having a party at our ten-year anniversary, but that came and went unremarked. Next year is the fifteen-year mark, so maybe we could do something then, but I don’t know; it’s nice to see people and all, but I actually think being married would cost us a bunch on our taxes etc., and it seems silly to bother now after all this time. And like. I don’t really need the stress of a giant party in my life, it turns out. 

So. I mean. No courthouse, no nothing. 

feathersmoons: tropylium: You’d think the first

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tropylium:

You’d think the first lesson of Intersectionality 101 should be “you cannot actually divide people into The Bad Privileged Oppressors versus The Good Marginalized Victims”, but too often people seem to instead end up at the failure mode “unless you’re marginalized in every possible way, you can always be recategorized on the fly as a member of The Bad Privileged Oppressors if it’s politically or rhetorically convenient”.

So much this