- My Mom: That is soooo unrealistic.
- Me: What?
- My Mom: They would not knight a boy that young! I mean come on!
- Me: He's being knighted by a giant, talking lion! Let's look at the bigger picture here.
When I fail, I fail hard.
You can rant to me any time bb
You’re too good to me. And I would but then I’d keep you up waayyyy too long when you could be doing something productive instead of listening to me ramble. XD
Now I’ll be all worked up over it for the rest of the day. Human greed knows no bounds. We presume to know what’s best for these animals that have been in the wild and doing their own thing for a lot longer than we’ve even been around.
I’m sure I’d be safe locked in an 8x10 cell where I had no possibility of getting hit by a car or mugged, but I would take my chances to be free. At least in the wild Morgan would be where she was born to be. Morgan might face dangers in the wild but she’ll face dangers in captivity too.
Sorry for my mini rant that could go on a whole lot longer—but won’t. It just breaks my heart. But I’m done now. For a bit.
So if you don’t start listening to the red squiggly line you’re going to keep looking like an idiot. You have been warned.
So, this is blah. You should probably just skip this one. My brain was fighting me today and my goal was to get something out for today’s prompt. I did it with 4 minutes to spare but the result is not one of my best. Tomorrow shall be better!
How does your character react to temperature changes such as extreme heat and cold?
“You can always put on more layers when it’s cold,” her father would say with a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. “But you can only take off so many clothes before you get arrested.”
What does your character’s bed look like when he/she wakes up? Are the covers off on one side of the bed, are they all curled around a pillow, sprawled everywhere? In what position might they sleep?
It had been their morning ritual.
Every morning her father would sit himself down on the edge of her bed with a cup of steaming coffee and ask her where her dreams had taken her that night. She would wake in a tangle of blankets sometimes curled in a ball like a kitten or stretched out like she was flying. Malcolm enjoyed teasing her about it. Her bed was always askew when she opened her eyes to the morning sun peeking through her window.
I love them all! And I’m thankful every day they put up with me. :P
Got this comment on Gift Wrapped recently:
“The Hawke siblings seem to be lucky with those, no? Which raises the question: do Anders and Cullen know each other in this AU? Or, you know, know? :D”
And now my brain just. won’t. stop.
GAH! I’m at work! I can’t be thinking about sexy mage vs sexy Templar with Hawke siblings caught in the terribly sexy crossfire!
BRAIN STOP STOP IT I CAN’T
Too late. There’s a story there. ARGH as if I didn’t have little enough time as it was…
Nooo!! Continue on, brain! GO! RUN LIKE THE WIND!!!! :P