I kissed Hook.I kissed Emma.
I sincerely hope we get the scene of Rumple trying to get Hook into the trunk of the car. And I hope it involves slapping and sassy remarks.
3x19 Sneak peek #1
My life is not this steeply sloping hour,
in which you see me hurrying.
Much stands behind me; I stand before it like a tree;
I am only one of my many mouths,
and at that, the one that will be still the soonest.
I am the rest between two notes,
which are somehow always in discord
because Death’s note wants to climb over—
but in the dark interval, reconciled,
they stay there trembling.
And the song goes on, beautiful.
Ohhhh, gorgeous nonnie. Thank you so much - and please don’t be shy (I promise I am super uncool and pretty nice).
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bemusedbicycle replied to your post “#fruits that are looped#fruits that are rolled up#fruits that are sold by the foot#fruits that are pebbled#i do not understand fruits in this realm at all swan (i’m officially crying laughing cause i can just see the scene in my head, and a loft full of boxes of random snack products.)”
i cannot love you more. fact.
Back to you
My hiking boots!
You are such a smart, beautiful person. Because, in fact, I adore The Avett Brothers. I saw them in concert a few years ago; I can say hands down, it was one of the most fun, energetic concerts I have ever been to. I also have been known to blast Swept Away in my car on many a summer day.
(I remember I saw them on February 20th! Because I was hoping they would play Feb. 20, 2000 - and they did!)
KILLIAN IS CONFUSED BY FRUIT.
Ok, well, first, we are getting in my new car (I actually did just buy a new car and I am in love), driving with all of the windows down and blasting Postcards from Italy. Then we are going to find as many yard/tag/garage sales on the roadside as we can because you can get awesome furniture and copies of Anne of Green Gables the mini-series on VHS. Then we are going to sit outside of a cafe/restaurant and drink wine and dig into charcuterie and talk and people watch in the sun. Then once we have walked up and down the street - window shopping and listening to all of the street musicians - we will go back to my place. There, we’ll have a porch party with all of my friends and listen to Gregory Alan Isakov and Bonnie Raitt and Sam Cooke on vinyl and sing and play Cards Against Humanity.
So…wanna to hang out? ;)
DO YOU SEE HOW MARRIED THEY ARE?
"Hey, how was the grocery store?"
"Henry insisted on getting apples, it seems he failed to inherit your family’s aversion to the bloody things. Oh, I also picked up twelve boxes of the fruits that are looped." At her blank look, he grins. "They were on sale."
Aw, thank you, lovely! (Your opinion means a great deal to me.)
Oh man. Asking me to judge my own work is so hard. Because I usually find something super problematic about everything I write. But hmmm.
I honestly still really love The Late Year Lies. (Which was the fic that really got me back into writing again after several years of…not writing.)
Then, I also really enjoyed writing Cardinal Lines. I don’t know if it’s my best writing, but it felt very true to myself. In terms of actual writing, I’d say The Probability of Our Being. It’s a poetic sort of lyrical essay style I have been playing with lately.