Watching “Son of Batman” movie, which I borrowed from my local library earlier this week. 

I am also trying to do some writing. Work on one of a couple of stories that have been rattling around in my head.

At least get one plotted out..

If I can make it work.

Will it work?

Will it make sense?

Just found out my best friend from college… the wonderful lady-love of my life who introduced me to my husband and is the godmother of my children, is diagnosed with endometriosis.

She’s going to have surgery towards the end of October, but she lives all the way over in Minnesota, so there’s no way for us to visit her either before or after her surgery.

Trying to figure out if there’s anything I can do for her, send to her, before her surgery…. I just don’t know…. 

monstrousreg:

ok but what I need here is more people writing Susan Pevensie into the Marvel Universe, being friends with Peggy Carter, being a sexually positive and liberated young woman, not being there for anyone’s bulshit, and more importantly being unapologetically beautiful and elegantly dressed. 

I want to see a high-heeled smartly-dressed make-up-wearing Susan Pevensie going out into the field with Hawkeye and making increasingly ridiculous bullseye competitions is what i’m saying.

I have ao many Susan Pevensie headcanons, my god. 

Oh this is simply brilliant!!!

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asheathes:

WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: EGYPT

Perhaps the most ancient school still in operation, the Egyptian School for Young Sorcerers is a grand palace disguised to muggle eyes as an insurmountable sand dune that no one has ever had the audacity to climb. In the heart of the palace is a spacious courtyard with a kaleidoscope of blossoming flowers, meandering cats oblivious to their surroundings, and pools of glimmering aquamarine filled with a continual supply of water drawn through underground tunnels from the Nile for leisure use on days when the heat is unbearable. The school boasts a vast chamber of books and scrolls (a number of which were salvaged from the library of Alexandria), some dating as far back as the age of Hatshepsut. Students can often be found draped lazily over chairs and large cushions reading for hours on end. According to rumoured legend, there is a concealed room with hieroglyphics holding spells to prolonging life and communing with the gods, although its discovery remains nigh impossible as (unbeknownst to students) its location changes every day, and those who have had the luck of stumbling upon it by accident often find themselves with a sudden academic dilemma in great need of immediate resolution (although they never seem to remember what it was that sent them stumbling through their professor’s doors). 

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pbstv:

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pbstv:

What kind of America did the events of Ferguson, Missouri expose?

IN 30 MINUTES at 8/7c, join Gwen Ifill for a special Town Hall Meeting in St. Louis to begin a national conversation about race and justice in America.

And join a live discussion on Twitter during the broadcast by using #AfterFergusonPBS.

More info.

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burningfairytales:

(I have ranted about this to my friend just now, but I have all these feels and I need to share my pain with all those of you who care to suffer with me)

I have never noticed this until now , but right at the beginning, when Gandalf comes to Bag End, Bilbo has a map of Erebor lying on the table. And I just….!

It’s been sixty years.

Sixty years!

All this time and the map is still lying on the table. He might have just looked at because he’s been planning to leave the Shire. Because he wants to see the mountains. 
But that map is framed. It hasn’t been resting in some chest to be forgotten about. It must have hung on the wall somewhere.

Just imagine him, every morning, having his breakfast (and second breakfast and Elevensies) sitting at that table, looking at that map. And every morning, it all comes rushing back to him: 

Fili’s laughter and Kili’s cheerfulness. Dwalin’s grumpy murmuring as he tends to his weapons. Bofur’s stories, and the sound of his flute. The way Bombur seemed to light up when talking about recipes and a good meal.

And clearest of them all is the sound of Thorin’s voice. The rare but warm smiles he seemed to reserve for those dear to him, and how Bilbo had been proud to count himself as one of them.

It hurts. It hurts so much. In the beginning because Bilbo finds himself thinking ‘what if’; if there had been anything he could have done better, if he could have saved them. 
Later it’s because he has realised that there is nothing that could have saved the three of them. They died too soon, too young, and Bilbo was helpless and knowing this is perhaps even worse than the wondering.

So Bilbo remembers. It hurts, and he lets it, because not remembering is worse. 
Because they were his friends, his family, and they were real and alive, and if Bilbo forgets that (-forgets them-) there will be no hobbit left to do so.

They deserve to be remembered.

So he tells their story to all those who want to hear it, and even to all those who don’t. It’s the only way Bilbo knows to honour their memory. He owes them that.

So he sings their song. Says the words and writes them down and whispers them to himself before he goes to bed and when he eats and when he regards that map - again and again and again.

Because if nothing else counts, all the world will know that he is sorry.

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kingsbellamy:

DO YOU KNOW THAT KIND OF WRITER’S BLOCK WHERE YOU ALREADY HAVE A PLOT, YOU KNOW WHAT TO WRITE BUT YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT AND YOU JUST STARE AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN FOR HOURS UNTIL YOU FINALLY CLOSE THE DOCUMENT AND CURSE YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE 

CAUSE I DO 

Suffering this right now :(

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I have made chocolate chip cookies today.

They turned out very well.

Unfortunately, this now means that I have to guard the lot until they are finished cooling.

This is because both my girls are home from school, and the only way for the cookies to survive the night is to protect them until the jar can be hidden.