#also bragging

[allegedly-human]

Decided to share the idea I brought up in my server earlier today cause why not

[keptin-killy]

I love coming across dialogue that I wrote months ago that still makes me laugh out loud. Like god bless past me

[starzki]

Decade

Apologies in advance for this post. I’ll be talking a lot about myself and my relationship.

Today is March 11, 2016. Today it is what I consider my official 10 year anniversary with @scribefigaro.

While prior to March 11, 2006, Scribe and I had been talking to each other, reviewing each other’s fics, emailing, and IMing, it had never been much more than silly flirting. In fact, I remember quite enthusiastically encouraging him to ask a girl that he liked out on a date (she said no). Of course, I had a crush on him, thought a man like him would be the perfect partner for me, but sincerely thought that absolutely nothing would come out of my little crush.

Then March 11, 2006 happened. I remember the date so well because it was a Saturday and I would be spending the next day, Sunday, at an all-day booze-filled South side Chicago St. Patrick’s Day Parade party. I had been to the same party the year before and it was EPIC. The party literally started at 9am and went on until late evening. I was stoked to go to it again.

The night before, though, I was online and Scribe popped up on my AIM. Even though I had to get up early the next morning, I decided I’d like to chat. I always decided that when I saw his name on AIM.

So we talked. And talked. And talked that night. I don’t know what it was. We talked Inuyasha and started talking about Scribe’s love life. He was so witty and funny and charming and I couldn’t NOT talk to him. It was impossible. Something shifted that night for me when I thought about him. I realize now that March 11, 2006 was the night I fell in love with Scribefigaro.

I’m not sure what I thought I wanted. I was midway through grad school, just about to take my prelims. A long-distance relationship was a HORRIBLE idea. I also didn’t really know how Scribe felt about it, either. I didn’t even know his real name.

But that night, I signed off at around 2am, then tossed and turned until 7:30 when my alarm went off. My brain was full of “What if? What if? What if I tried to make something out of my feelings with him? What if this could be the best thing in my life? What if?”

I went to the party the next day and was such a drag. I was exhausted and all I could think about was what a horrible idea it was to keep up whatever was going on between me and Scribe. A horrible idea that exhilarated me.

The next week, we IMed again. That was the week we told each other our real names. And Scribe told me his phone number. That was when we first talked, actually talked to one another.  From there, I knew I was a goner.

Three months later, we met for the first time as he flew through Chicago on his way to work in Japan. A couple of weeks after that, Scribe told me he loved me. (And I did likewise). A couple of months after that, on his way home, he “missed” his flight and stayed with me in Chicago for four days. A little less than a year after that, Scribe proposed. A year later, we married.

So ten years ago today, the possibility of my current life began to take hold of me. Love and partnership and marriage and so much more anime have filled the years and it’s been a wild, sometimes hard, joyful ride.

I wanted to write something to mark the occasion. I love you, @scribefigaro. Thanks for chatting with me that night. You’ve changed my life.

[incorrectwarehouse13quotes]

I came to get drunk and have cake.

Myka Bering, ep 2.08

[theunburntsilverqueen-blog]

aqueenslament

We really just started role playing together, and already I love them. I love her take on Rhaella, and what I love even more is how. effing. cute. Dany. is. with. her. mom. 

"Momma, Momma." Daenerys ran through the halls of the red keep, a chuckling Ser Barristan not too far behind her. The girl smiled brightly as she spotted her mother, silver ringlets bouncing behind her as she ran. .. Her lilac gown rustled as the four year old reached her mother and wrapped her arms around her legs. “I missed you!”

She gave a smile down at the young girl when she reached her mother. “As I missed you. Now tell me, how is my precious princess? Not been up too any mischief I would hope.” 

She reached up for her mother’s hand, clasping it tightly in hers. “No. Septa said I was done with lessons.” she sang as she clutched at her hand. “And Ser Bear played hide and go peek with me.” 

"How very kind of Ser Bear.” There was the hint of amusement there. Mouth quirking upwards at the corners Rhaella tried to hide her smile at her daughter’s nickname for the knight. As with every time hearing the name for the Ser Barristan the amusement never properly lessened.

That exchange is actually cuter than puppies. I know, I used to work with them. 

Targaryen family feels are basically all I want in life. And I get them here, and I just love Dany and her mom. 

uggg.