Hey! Would you look at that! 👀 It's Day Three of your Christmas Gifts @booklover721 ! ☺️🎄✨
Today I got you this: a summary. Are you intrigued yet? I hope you are! Wonder if your assumptions were correct. 👀✨ Do let me know!
Well now. Without further ado - there you go. It's in the stocking 🎁 Have a look!
The news of the Spring Court collapsing and falling into ruin were hardly a surprise to anyone. News of Feyre and Rhys' newborn baby were sure to shatter Tamlin even further, yet nobody expected it to reach that bad of a point. Lucien finds himself overwhelmed enough to seek help for Tamlin. For old friendship's sake.
But what of the Spring Court? With the land ravaged, the manor turned into rubble, who could bring back stability?
Well, certainly someone who knows the Spring Court's customs, and - granted - someone who knows a thing or two about nurturing gardens.
Ofc, tagging the best team to ever team ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 @acotargiftexchange @separatist-apologist
and I am sooo happy to celebrate with you, @allwaswellllll!
Please enjoy this fic for you, a little Elain/Lucien falling in love over a year.
Summary: After a chance to talk alone and clear the air, Elain and Lucien finally begin a friendship on Winter Solstice over a bottle of liquor. But what is she hiding?
@acotargiftexchange
Read on Ao3
Read chapter 1 below:
The bond came to life the second he arrived in front of the River House. Lucien could fall to his knees at the power that awakened in his chest–the sudden pull drawing him to the female inside. It felt worse than he remembered, but he couldn’t tell if it was actually stronger than before or if he just repressed the memory of the unbearable thrumming in his chest around her presence.
It was chillier here this evening than in the mortal lands, and the dark clouds that swirled above him indicated that a storm was only minutes away. He could see his long sigh in the air as he gave his hair a quick pat and headed to the door. His golden eye involuntarily scanned the windows of the house, searching for her.
He knocked, gripped the handle of his bag tighter, and waited for someone to come to let him in. He didn’t hear anything inside, no raucous laughter, no bottles of sparkling wine popping open, no baby crying. If the lights hadn’t been on, he would just leave. This was the last Solstice he was spending here, he decided. And he’d tell Feyre that before he goes to bed in her guest room one last time. He should just leave now, not even bother with the facade of close friendship after all these years of tension.
Nearly an entire minute passes before he hears soft steps behind the door and the click of the lock. He couldn’t help his eyebrows from raising in surprise when Elain swung open the door and stood before him. She was beautiful, ethereally so, in a satin green dress that just brushed the tops of her slippered feet. Her honey brown hair fell in waves around her shoulders, longer than when he had last seen her. Her wide brown eyes met his and the eye contact actually made him uncomfortable, and for once it was him who looked away first.
“Happy Solstice,” Lucien said through clenched teeth, adjusting his bag for something to do. He looked above her head into the foyer and the staircase behind her. “Am I early?”
She stepped aside, the only invitation he assumed he would receive to come in, and he carefully wiped the bottoms of his boots on the doormat before stepping onto the bright marble floors. She closed the door, and he met her eyes once more.
“Feyre,” she paused. “Feyre and everyone, they aren’t here this evening. Didn’t she write?” Her voice sounded like small bells ringing, and he never wanted her to stop speaking. It took him a moment to process what she actually said.
“She wrote to me a few weeks ago inviting me to her Solstice and birthday party,” Lucien said. It finally clicked for him. “But I’m assuming her plans changed and she didn’t have a chance to let me know.” He stated it nonchalantly but deep down his feelings stung.
“It’s Nyx’s first Winter Solstice. They’re at the cabin celebrating as a family. Nesta and Cassian are staying at home together as well,” Elain said. She left it at that, not mentioning where the other members of the Inner Circle are, and frankly he didn’t care.
He stated, “I suppose I should leave then.” He gave her a nod, then turned to exit.
“I,” Elain started. She bit down on her bottom lip then waved toward the kitchen. “Too much food was prepared just for me.” Lucien cocked an eyebrow, daring her to continue. “I couldn’t stand to see it go to waste. Since you came all this way, after all, perhaps you should stay for dinner.” A faint blush snuck up her neck to her cheeks, though her expression remained calm, aloof even. But the half of the bond that always felt far away in his chest–her half–throbbed just a bit with nerves.
Lucien tried not to come off as desperate as he said, “Well, Lady, I’ve never been known to turn down a free meal.” He smiled warmly and in return Elain nodded and began to lead him to the kitchen. He walked as though following a fawn through the woods, and any sudden movement would send her scurrying away. He didn’t dare touch the bond to learn more about what she’s feeling. He steadied his breath in an attempt to prevent his heart from beating erratically. Lucien didn’t even know if she could still hear his heartbeat when they were together, but he didn’t want to expose how much a small kindness had affected him.
“Please, just set your bag down anywhere. Nuala and Cerridwen aren’t working this evening, but they’ve left plenty to eat.” She gestured to a spread of food laid out on the large countertop in the kitchen. He spied an open half bottle of hard liquor and a single glass next to a loaf of bread.
“If I’d known the liquor was going to be half gone by the time I arrived, I would have winnowed here hours ago,” he said with a playful smirk.
“Ah, well you would have still been hours too late, I’m afraid. I’ve been drinking that since this morning,” Elain quipped. She plucked a grape from a bowl and popped it into her mouth, glancing at him from under her eyelashes. “And I do believe the bottle is half full, rather than half gone.”
Lucien picked up the bottle. “Sounds like I have some catching up to do.”
“There’s another glass in that cabinet there,” Elain nodded next to the sink.
They served themselves modest plates of dinner, and Lucien poured two fingers of liquor for the both of them. Elain led him not to the dining room, but rather a sitting room where a fireplace was already alive with flames. “I hope you don’t mind eating here. The dining room table is covered in Nyx’s things right now. He’s growing, and Feyre can’t bear to do anything with his old clothes.” She surprised him by sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, resting her plate on top of her legs and using the couch as a backrest.
He sat, a careful distance away from her while still close enough to feel the heat of the fire. “My mother kept everything my brothers and I ever wore as children. I believe there’s an entire room somewhere in the Forest House still dedicated to mud-stained trousers for little boys a few centuries out of style.”
“I think Feyre is headed in that direction,” she chewed a piece of poultry thoughtfully before continuing. “I think she’s still processing Nyx’s birth. It was, well, horrifying, as I’m sure you heard.” He nodded, encouraging her to continue. “Feyre didn’t put him down once, for weeks after. He only slept in her or Rhysand’s arms. Nesta and I couldn't even leave the room with Nyx without Feyre following. She’s better now, I think. Less anxious. Painting again now that Nyx is sleeping better.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I can’t imagine how terrifying that experience must have been for her. For everyone there, for that matter.” He eyed her over his glass as he took a sip. It tasted expensive, but weaker than anything the Autumn Court distilled.
Elain set down her fork and moved her plate to the floor next to her. “That’s actually something I’ve been meaning to speak to you about, if we were ever to get a private moment.”
“Oh?” He asked.
“Feyre died. Right there on the table.” Her voice trembled though she otherwise remained composed. “My little sister. It changed things for me. Gave me perspective.” He didn’t rush her as she paused, gathering her thoughts. “There are worse things than becoming Fae. And hundreds of years is too long to hold onto…unhelpful emotions.” She gestured to him. “I haven’t treated you kindly, and I’m very embarrassed about that. I apologize for my behavior around you. I hope that we can, that is, if you would like, we can be friends.”
Lucien had to stop from pinching himself to make sure he was awake. How many times had he imagined this exact conversation? That she would put aside whatever repulsion she held for him and give him a chance, if only to just be her friend. He would take that; he would accept anything she offered. It was all he could do when she looked at him like that–like she wasn’t looking through him.
“Lady, I understand what it’s like to lose someone you love right before your eyes; I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. I’m sorry you experienced that, and I hope that, like Feyre, talking about it can help you. I would be more than glad to listen, anytime. Please, consider us friends.” He held his glass out, and she clinked her own against it. They sipped.
“Then,” she smiled after her small gulp. “The first order of business, as friends, is that you must call me Elain.”
“Elain,” he rolled the sound of her name around his tongue. “I’ve never had a friendship where there was also business to attend to.”
“Oh yes, being my friend is very extensive work, you see,” she teased. The bond felt lighter the more she spoke to him, like just talking with her lifted a weight that had been chafing against his heart. “Long hours, occasional grumpiness. I can only pay with gossip, and unfortunately you don’t get holidays off.”
“You could never be work, though you’ll find there’s no one more excited for the job.” Lucien set his plate aside completely and leaned forward conspiratorially. “I have 300 years of gossip, secrets, and drama involving everyone from here to the mortal lands. Did you know Cassian is banned from Summer Court for destroying a building?”
She smiled wider than he’d ever seen and it was like the sun had suddenly arrived. “I assumed he was drunk.”
“What you should have assumed,” he lowered his voice and looked around theatrically. Elain rolled her eyes playfully. “Is that Cassian would do anything to protect his High Lord, including taking the fall should that same High Lord drink too much and decimate a building to impress a Summer female.”
Elain gasped and threw her hand over her mouth. “No! It was Rhysand?” Lucien winked and brought his glass to his lips once more, dismayed to find he had already finished his drink without noticing. Her melodic giggle strummed against his ribcage like fingertips. “I don’t have anything that good to share.”
“Give it another hundred years. You’d be surprised at how much drama happens in Prythian.”
Time passed quickly as they continued to talk and drink. Lucien shared stories of his travels around the courts, gossiping about fae Elain had never met before. In return, she told him stories from her childhood, mostly embarrassing to Feyre.
“Rhys likes to think Nyx takes after him,” Elain stage whispered as if the High Lord were in the house listening. “But that boy is Feyre through and through. He’s wild and stubborn, and just the most wonderful thing in the whole universe.”
“He sounds like quite the child,” Lucien said. “Can I get you more to drink? I’m going to grab something stronger.”
“There is nothing stronger here, take my word for it,” Elain said, swallowing the last of her drink as Lucien stood.
“Trust me, I am well aware of Rhysand’s abysmal liquor collection and came prepared.” He shuffled back into the foyer where he’d left his bag. He rummaged in it with a giddiness he hadn’t experienced in dozens of years. The closeness of Elain–her scent, her humor, her conversation–he was high on the feeling. He grabbed what he was looking for and spied the small, carefully wrapped box tucked at the bottom of the bag. He deliberated for just a half second before slipping the box into his pocket.
“I’m sure Feyre won’t mind if we sample her gift from me,” he said, holding the new bottle in the air as he returned. She turned to him and smiled. And for a moment he let himself believe this was his life–that he was home, wherever that is, and his mate was warm and flushed and waiting for him in front of the fire.
“Is that from Autumn Court? I’ve never gotten to try it.” Her eyes widened as he twisted the bottle open and poured them each a shot.
“Would you like another secret to add to your growing collection?” He asked. He smelled the cinnamon liquor and his stomach warmed in anticipation of the fiery alcohol.
“Oh, yes, please,” she grinned, giving her glass a quick sniff and unsuccessfully stifling a shudder at the fumes.
“My eldest brother, Eris, sends me a crate of these bottles every year for Autumn Equinox. He doesn’t write a note, and though it’s been years since we’ve spoken, every fall, no matter where I am, I awaken to that crate on my doorstep.” He raised his glass in a toast.
“I shall keep your secret until it serves me,” Elain toasted back. They threw the liquor back together. Tendrils of flame coursed down Lucien’s throat and though his eye watered, he watched Elain for her reaction. She swallowed, and her cheeks and throat blushed the prettiest shade of pink Lucien had ever seen. He raised an eyebrow, amused.
“Not many fae can handle the heat of Autumn liquor on their first try,” he licked any remaining flavor from his bottom lip. Elain cocked her head.
“I like the burn,” she stated. She stared at him with impossibly big eyes, and he wanted to kiss her more than he ever had before.
“Me too,” he winked and pulled out the small box from his pocket before his loose inhibitions made him pull her into his lap and kiss her until she couldn't breathe. “A small gift, for a friend.”
She plucked the proffered box from his hand without grazing his palm. “You shouldn’t have,” she said gently as she slowly lifted the lid. He searched her face for any clue of what she thought.
“A tulip,” she said with a small smile. She lifted the dried, white flower from the box. “I’ve always wanted to see the fields on the continent. Did my father tell you that?”
“Feyre, actually,” he explained. “I had some emissary work over on the continent this year with the mortals there. I made a small stop to see the tulips.” For you, he didn’t need to say.
“Are these seeds?” Elain asked, plucking a tiny pouch from the box and peeking into it.
“For your garden. I’m not sure when they need to be planted, but I hope they’re able to bloom for you in spring.”
Elain pressed the pouch to her breast. “I’ll plant them tomorrow.” Her eyes widened. “Tonight! I’ll plant them tonight.” She suddenly jumped to her feet, and Lucien laughed.
“Elain, it’s snowing.”
“Oh.” And she swayed and then sat down on the couch behind them. “I think the alcohol is going to my head.”
“That tends to happen when you drink all day.”
“Thank you for my tulips, Lucien,” She said with her eyes closed, head pressing into the arm of the couch. His heart restarted at the sound of her saying his name. “I don’t have anything for you, I’m sorry.”
“Your company was enough of a gift,” he assured her. “Can I get you a glass of water?”
“No, no, don’t worry about me,” she said, but she threw her arm over her eyes. “I’m just a little dizzy.”
“It may be time for me to leave,” he said, hoping the sadness he felt didn’t slip into his voice.
“Oh, not yet, please. I do have a secret to tell you; I just decided.”
He grinned and leaned towards her, looking up at her covered face. “Do you?”
“I do. But it’s very secret. I can’t share it with anyone. Not Feyre, not Nuala and Cerridwen. Not even Nyx.” Her voice lowered.
“Tell me tomorrow,” he said.
She peeked over her elbow at him. “You don’t want to know?”
“I want to know more than anything. But I can wait until the morning, when your head is clear and when you won’t have any regrets about sharing it with me.” It didn’t feel right letting her tell him while she was clearly drunk. He didn’t want her living with any second thoughts relating to him, not when their relationship was just taking root.
She shifted suddenly, putting her face close to his. “But Lucien–”
He pressed two fingers against her lips to stop her. Her eyes snapped to his. The softness of her plump mouth, the electrifying pulse of the bond, and the honey and cinnamon smell of her hot breath sent all the blood in his head straight to his cock. He cleared his throat and pulled his hand away. “Tomorrow.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, defeated. “Now I have two secrets.” She said before falling back and instantly falling asleep.
Lucien chuckled quietly as he looked over her resting form. He would replay their evening over and over and wonder at the change that had occurred between them. He stood and gathered their discarded dishes and slipped away to wash them in the kitchen. When he finished, he wrapped up the food that still lay out on the counter, putting away what he could despite not knowing where anything went.
He debated what to do next. His bag remained in the foyer, and he could go upstairs to the guest room. Should he leave Elain? Carry her to her own bed? He immediately shut down the latter thought–he wouldn’t risk crossing such an intimate boundary so soon after she started speaking full sentences to him. Should he just leave and go to his apartment? He didn’t have the energy to winnow all the way to the mortal lands.
Lucien debated with himself over and over, and without even thinking about it, he opened the door to the dining room to save from having to choose the stairs, his bag, or Elain.
The room was clean, the table bare. Nyx’s clothes, if they were ever out, were gone. And Lucien felt more confused than he ever had in his long life.
He went back to Elain. He picked up a stray blanket from an armchair and delicately spread it across her body.
Over the past few years, he had worked hard to stop thinking so much about her. Elain belonged in a box inside his mind that he fought to not open. It hurt too much, thinking of her and what he couldn’t have. But that box was gone now, and she floated around his head free in a way she never had been before. He needed to know her. Needed her laugh, and her smile, and her wit, and her lies, and her secrets.
How could he leave her again? How could he keep doing his job and be away from her for so long?
Lucien wasn’t sure if he slept or just imagined he did, collapsed in the armchair nearest Elain. Either way, thoughts and dreams of her kept him from fully resting, and when he opened his eyes, it was suddenly light out. The couch was empty; the blanket folded neatly on a cushion.
He rubbed his temple as a small headache formed. His mouth felt dry, and he knew his hair probably looked disastrous. He unwrapped the band he kept around his wrist and used it to tie up his red locks, combing through the knots quickly with his fingers. He left the room just in time to catch Elain walking up the stairs in the foyer, his bag unmoved on the floor. She froze, beautiful as ever in a different dress than last night, not a single strand of hair out of place.
“Good morning–”
“I hope I didn’t wake you—”
They greeted each other at the same time. They paused.
“There’s coffee–”
“I should probably head out–”
They spoke over one another again. Lucien smiled as Elain bit her lip. He flashed to just hours ago when he touched that mouth, and he hoped the smell of his arousal didn’t spread to her on the stairs.
“Feyre and Nyx will be home soon,” Elain said.
“I was just going to say goodbye,” Lucien responded. “I enjoyed dinner with you last night.”
“I did as well. I hope that,” Elain paused. “I hope that you’re able to visit more often if you have the time for a friend.”
“Consider it my top priority. I’ll consult my calendar the instant I get home,” he promised. There was so much he wanted to say, to ask. Did she remember falling asleep? Did she remember the secrets she insisted she wanted to share? Elain made no move to leave the stairs, so Lucien simply picked up his bag, waved farewell, and exited the house.
It had snowed twelve inches at least, and he sent a small wave of flames ahead of him to melt the snow along the walkway. He walked his path to the edge of the wards so he could winnow away.
Lucien gave the River House one last glance, then sent more flames to a patch of snow on the ground in front of the front windows. Elain’s garden. The snow melted instantly, and he hoped with everything he had that she could plant her tulips in time.
My name is Candice Canne from Santa's Gift Design Office®.
I sincerely apologise for the belated follow-up message. It is due to unforeseen circumstances that caused an overflow of unfortunate events at the Gift Factory®.
As Santa's Helpers® we are truly grateful for your trust and the outstanding opportunity you have provided us with granting us a free approach towards your Personalised Gift Creation® process. Unfortunately, as per our policy this process requires additional information to be successful. We aim to provide the best experience with Secret Santa Service™ possible!
Taking the above into consideration I have attached a list of questions to assure the smoothest possible delivery of the present.
I look forward to hearing from you soon! Hope you have a great week!
Best regards,
Candice Canne
Santa's Gift Design Office® Main branch manager
Older Toy Tester and Cookie Conesseur
Younger Wrapping Machine Controller
Head of Trumping Trumpets Elf Christmas Song Band
World Gingerbread Housebuilding Champion
Attachments:
|
--- ->
📃List of questions📃
1. Play dress up with our man. Give me the most appealing attire you can conjure in your brain. Don't hold back ✨
2. What's the absolutely canon food for them on your opinion?
3. Name 5 songs that you think of when you read about them?
4. Your favourite most emotional songs?
5. When you watch a romantic movie/read a romantic book what catches you in your feels Every Time? (Even if you don't want to admit it, because it's cheesyyyyyy) (It's fine. Cheese is good 😋)
6. Why do you think the cauldron said "Nah. You guys better get together, or I swear- "?
7. How do you feel about bond breaking? Who would be hurt more? Why?
8. Describe your feelings towards our man.✨
9. Describe your feelings towards our girlie pop. ✨
10. Sexiest thing he's ever done?
11. What colour is their relationship? Why?
12. Who in ACOTAR would you say is your kinnie and why?
13. Which court do you think you'd belong to? Whyyyy? 👀
Ahhhh Candice Cane! I'm so excited to tall about my favorite male, Lucien.
Okay he is at his hottest in just pants and no shirt. Like maybe he's going to bed or maybe we caught him in the middle of getting dressed.
Hmmm something sweet I think. It may be cliche just because Elain is a baker. Maybe they sexily split an autumn court apple as she's making a pie.
--Stick Season by Noah Kahan. "I'll dream each night of some version of you that I might not have but I did not lose.
--New Light by John Mayer. "What do I do with all this love that's running through my veins for you?"
--Tether Me by Galleaux. "In this space, do I belong? It's dark out here in my own thoughts."
- Pretty Boy by Lennon Stella (but it's Lucien's POV) "Do you think I can't handle what's going on inside?"
--Allthetime by Police Car Collective. "I've been dreaming about you lately despite mt insomnia."
4. July by Noah Cyrus. Idk it effs me up. Bad Days by David Ramirez.
5. I love when the guy is down bad and has been forever and she doesn't know it. (See: every Ali Hazelwood novel). I guess it would be unrequited love that finally becomes requited?
6. I think Lucien and Elain are the same. Outgoing, social butterflies. Schmoozers. Party-throwers. Yes she's very demure but I think if she ever feels comfortable enough to let loose, then loose she will let. He has a sharp wit and tongue that gets him into trouble and I think she can dish it just as well. They're both crazy beautiful.
7. The idea of the bond breaking makes me so angry!!! Lucien would be the most upset. He actually has centuries of knowledge about how special a bond is. And he's been drifting in limbo forever since losing Jesminda, losing courts, losing friends, and I think him finally having a person who is Home and who is His means everything to him. Like okay I don't really have a place in this world but none of that matters anymore because I have Elain and she's all I need.
8. Lucien is so unproblematic and I know he's got a big dick and we deserve to see what it can do. He's intelligent, clever, isn't run by emotions. Honest, a Good Male, funny. Sensitive. A good friend. A tragic soul. Powerful as fuck.
9. So my head canon is that Elain is just as sharp as Lucien--she has to match him as his mate. She's not cruel like Nesta, but she's calculating in a way that's hidden from everyone right now. She observes and picks up on everything. She's bored in the night court though.
10. It's the catching a fish with his bare hands, for me.
11. It's white, like when the sun is shining so bright is washes the color out of everything. It's glaring. They both need/are Daylight. Their love is sunshine. Their bond is light
12. It's Nesta. The walls, the self-harm, the pushing people away. The keep reaching out your hand.
13. Either Summer or Day just because I need to be outside by the water 24/7 in the sun.
A little elf told me you'd like an Elucien fic, is that right? 👀✨
Well, I'm here to make sure the elves can create exactly what you need in their workshop.
What is it that your heart desires?
Fluff? Hurt/comfort? Smut? All of the above? Something else?
Would you like it with a moodboard or a playlist on the side?
Should it be a drabble?
Would you like some headcannons?
An one-shot?
Multiple parts maybe? If so, how many would satisfy you?
What setting should it be?
Do you enjoy being teased or would you like to wait for the whole thing??
Please let me know, so we can let the magic happen! ✨❄️
Ahhh yay! I'm so excited! I am down for whatever Santa wants to do. Please post at your own pace, if you do a multific you don't need to post everything at once if it's too hard to write it all.
A mood board or Playlist would be so fun too! I'm totally open to anything you want to write. I don't think I have any headcanons about them actually...
obviously I do not post on this blog anymore so this post is JUST FOR YOU. I check it everyday so don't be afraid to leave me a message about my gift. My ao3 is my same name. Please let me know what you need. Xoxox
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Lucifer (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar
Characters: Chloe Decker, Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Mazikeen (Lucifer TV), Ella Lopez, Linda Martin (Lucifer TV)
Additional Tags: Truth or Dare, Tribe Night (Lucifer TV), hot tub hijinks
Summary:
It's Chloe's turn in Truth or Dare while out with the tribe at Lux. Takes place during season 2.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Lucifer (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar
Characters: Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker
Additional Tags: Undercover as a Couple, Sharing a Bed, POV Chloe
Summary:
Lucifer and Chloe must go undercover as a couple to save a bride and groom from a potential threat. Takes place during season three.
I'm obsessed with the show Lucifer? Like holy shit. Haven't felt this way in years. Unfortunately that means I can't get it out of my head/can't get enough of it and it'll affect my real life.
I have a really hard time listening to audio books and people reading aloud. I haven't listened to a podcast since 2009. I cannot focus, and I never have. I remember in second grade my teacher read Harry Potter to us, and I spaced out the entire time. Didn't even know what happened until I saw the movie. So in fifth grade, all the teachers read some dolphin book aloud to the grade during reading time. I hated this because I just wanted to read my own book, but you couldn't. So this dolphin book, island of the dolphins? Something like that. I can't tell you because for 30 minutes a day for however many weeks, I didn't listen to a word my teacher read. But apparently all the kids loved this book, and there just happened to be a play version downtown, so for a field trip we all went to see this play. My mom came as a chaperone! We sat in the very back, as you do with 120 fifth graders, and I have to be honest, I still didn't pay attention to it! I couldn't see the stage and it was too hard for me to hear (I have hearing loss!)
Anyway, no, I'm not looking up that Office podcast.
People who fantasize about going back in time to their childhood with the knowledge you have now and reliving everything, how do you deal with the mind hurdle that is alao preventing 9/11? Who will believe me, a child, but how could I not try? It ruins all my day dreams.
How does anyone prefer Chipotle to Qdoba? I don't eat meat anymore, but I know for a fact that Chipotle chicken was way worse than Qdoba. Chipotle doesn't offer wheat tortillas. They smoke or do weird shit to their black beans that taste disgusting. Their corn salsa is horrible. Don't get me started on their queso, which they didn't have for years and still is disgusting after their third time releasing it. I'm genuinely baffled, Chipotle is so bad.
