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I should be working on my NaNo story, because I’m only at 10k, but I cannot stop thinking about Owen and Thranduil!
I blame @ofplanet-earth, because after reading your answering of my Barduil headcanon ask, the Owen headcanon you wrote showed up in the bottom-of-the-page suggestions.
Joe/Cameron Fic Rec
February 14 by @ofplanet-earth
read it here on AO3
Summary A story told in glimpses of a single day throughout the years that separate Cameron and Joe— and ultimately bring them back together.
Chapters: 1
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Joe MacMillan/Cameron Howe, Minor or Background Relationships
Characters: Cameron Howe, Joe MacMillan, Simon Church, Dale Butler, Minor Characters, Gordon Clark, Sara Wheeler, Ryan Ray, Joe MacMillan Sr., Donna Clark
General Tags: Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, 1970s, 1980s, 1990s, Angst, Depression, Fluff, Happy Ending, Sexual Content
HUGE shoutout to @ofplanet-earth for helping me sort out my fic issues...as per usual. This Jameron fic for the Mutiny Exchange would be extra shitty without you ❤😘
ofplanet-earth replied to your post: I hate that feeling that my writing is bad again....
none of us are exempt from those feelings. they’re awful. do you have a beta reader? someone to give you some critique and feedback?
I have and she’s the best! I’d be nothing without her tbh but I don’t show her anything until the story/chapter is completely written, so until then I have to live with my doubts and weak self esteem :c
Barduil Secret Santa - Coffee Shop AU
Barduil Secret Santa gift for @ofplanet-earth A Coffee Shop AU/Modern AU/Bookshop AU. ;p
Thranduil had Tauriel to thank for how he met his husband, Bard. It was her that has suggested he buy soup and sandwich shop next door and turn it into a cafe for his bookstore, The Wood Beyond. He had suggested instead he buy it to tear it down and turn it into a another garden like he had with the little gift shop on the other side. Not that there was much left to tear down after the fire.
The owner, if you could even call him that, had set his failed business on fire for the insurance money. Shoddy, and by-law skirting construction and the shop had gone up like Bonfire Night. Right next to a bookstore, seriously. The nerve of some people, no respect. Luckily there was very little damage the nearest wall and no damage to his books, but the bakery's wall had a hole burned clean through it. The baker didn't even notice, said he had though the ovens were running bit warm that day, bless his little idiot heart. Tauriel thought he wasn't even in his shop at the time but off snogging the florist. Honestly the whole neighbourhood had gone to the hipsters.
Tauriel thought a coffee shop would go over very well with the hipsters. Coffee, tea and books are very retro these days. Coffee. Tea. Books. Retro. Honestly.
After he'd subjected her to a much needed history lesson on books, tea and coffee although he knew she'd only called books and tea retro because she knows it bugs him to no end.
"Hipsters, hipsters and their 'retro is the new nostalgia' " She said, heartlessly mocking him.
"They're everywhere" he'd replied not even looking up from his book. "I could be one and you'd never suspect."
In the end she convinced him, if he bought the building nobody else could buy it instead, fail at business and then set it on fire for the insurance money. Plus if it didn't work out, he could burn it down himself and have that second garden anyway. Thranduil had compromised, he'd buy it but she was to over see it. He would put up with customers interrupting his reading time until she could find a suitable manager to run it and then she could return to save him from the people wanting the chat about the love triangle in the lasted space vampire series and the tiny children with their sticky fingers.
Thranduil was a book-person, not a people-person. Unfortunately it was people-persons who bought books.
Thranduil had Tauriel to thank for his husband, Bard. He certainly didn't have himself to thank at all. He'd toss out Bard's resume no less then ten times.
He'd even began to think that Tauriel was fishing it out of the bin in an ill-conceived attempt to set him up with the man she'd called handsome, in a lumberjack hipster kind of way, not in a pretty collage professor hipster sort sort of way that he was. Honestly. Again she said it just to get under his skin.
The next time Bard had come in to drop off his resume, Tauriel had interrupted him so that he could personally tell him to stop appling if he "honestly thought he was just going to work two months and quit, 'cause he had listed all those other jobs listed-oh he was a camp counsellor! That's like a lumberjack, I was right after all."
"That's not like a lumberjack at all", he replied putting down his book and preparing to walk the long walk next door and tell Bard the camp counsellor-lumberjack to go away.
Of course, he'd ended up talking to him, and he'd explained he'd never left a job except to go onto another job with better pay, better hours or better benefits. He wasn't about to quit a job just because, not with three kids to feed. He had three kids, their mother was dead. Well gone, he'd said, but Thranduil knew what 'gone' meant said with that look. His wife and his son's mother was gone too.
His son was off in America, with his boyfriend doing something with computers. That was a different sot of gone. He was not so gone that he couldn't be Skyped on the computer. "Hipsters" Tauriel had mouthed when she'd gotten a look at his son's boyfriend's beard. Honestly.
Thranduil could sympathise with the single dad. Besides if it didn't work out and he quit, at least he would never apply again.
That was years ago, and Bard had worked out very well for very well for The Reading Room Cafe. He was able to manage the place, freeing Tauriel up to protect him from the interrupting space vampire shippers and kleptomaniac kids. Bard had certainly worked out well for him personally. He'd even interrupting him with Earl Grey tea lattes with little leaves drawing in the steamed milk.
"Hipster latte art, its the shortest craze of the current millennium," Bard had teased "The only art that's fit to drink."
"Honestly," Thranduil replied, putting down his book to take the cup "I have heard good things about your triangle sandwiches though."
"The secret is all in the triangle selection. They have to be Acute."
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I predicted this happening and I think @ofplanet-earth and @thranduil-piemaker will never forgive me
I was tagged by @barduil and @ofplanet-earth! Thanks, lovelies! (And I’m sorry it always takes me so long to do these things…)
Rules: answer 11, ask 11, tag 11.
@barduil‘s questions:
1. Who was your very first favourite character? Willow Rosenberg. (Followed shortly after by CJ Cregg and Catherine Willows.)
2. A song you never get tired to listen to? When the Levee Breaks, by Led Zeppelin. And James Rhodes’ performance of Busoni’s arrangement of the Chaconne, by JSB. I can’t choose between them. (Please don’t make me.)
3. If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be? Realistically? In bed. (I am so tired.) Fantastically? A Louden Swain concert. (The good vibe-age would be restorative, I think?)
4. What would you really, really like to get someday? Peace of mind. Or, if I’m ever so lucky, something adjacent to happiness.
5. What’s the movie you watched over and over again as a kid? 101 Dalmations. (The original, duh. Patch was my bro.)
6. Favourite cocktail (with or without alcohol)? Lagavulin, the Distiller’s Edition, neat. Or a Slava martini, a little bit dirty.
7. Favourite Pokémon? Uhhh. I honestly don’t know? I don’t know their names. Or… anything about them, really, except that the game has taken over the world. *ducks*
8. Something to drink you could never ever live without? Diet Coke. Sad, but true.
9. Something to eat you could never ever live without? Hmmm. I don’t know. I enjoy food and eating… but I don’t know if there’s anything I couldn’t live without ever eating again.
10. Describe your dream fic. Oof. A long story (but not just for the sake of being long). A story that approaches canon in a way that makes my brain short-circuit (or at least makes it re-evaluate my perspective on the canonical course of events or characters). And if it includes polyamory (but not necessarily multiple pairings), ace spectrum characters, and kink (in a real way, not a porn way) with positivity and acceptance and grace, then I’d be a happy camper.
11. Favourite time of the year? Fall. The ability to wear down vests and scarves trumps the back-to-school crowds.
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@ofplanet-earth‘s questions:
1. what brought you to tumblr? what made you stay? Fanart and an ability to save/bookmark it in a visual way (the likes) brought me to tumblr. What made me stay… there being so much creativity and my wish and hope that I might be able to contribute to it, someday.
2. what’s the first decoration you hang/set up when you move into a new space? I have two poster-sized collages of Emmy nomination ads, magazine photos, and other images of most of the main and guest cast of The West Wing. (It also includes a card that John Spencer signed and (his people) sent to me for something the JSEB put together.) They’re in frames, they took a long time to put together, and I love them. Goodness, I love that show.
3. how many scarves do you own? Um. Ten. Maybe. Probably more.
4. what’s your favourite creative past time? Anything that gets me out of my head. I wish I were more talented, but it’s mostly hard work. And I don’t even succeed in making something pretty all that often. But the goal is getting me to stop thinking about the yuck for a while. If it can do that, I don’t care if it’s painting at a clay café.
5. what’s something you do when you don’t feel well? If it’s physical, drink all the orange juice I can get my hands on. If it’s emotional, sleep, eat, and binge watch all I can stand.
6. is there a question you like to ask people to get to know them better? Not off the top of my head… but, sometimes I feel like finding out about someone’s fandoms and pairings helps. Even in real life, if I get an idea of what they like to watch (or not), I feel like there’s insight to be gleaned (even if I’m not sure what it is).
7. what would your ideal job be? what would you have to do to get it? Ideal? Probably a Character TD at an established VFX studio or animation studio that focuses on features. For starters, I’d have to move away to where such studios exist. And I’m not quite willing/able/brave-enough to do that yet.
8. are you happy, on a day-to-day basis? why or why not? (please don’t feel obligated to answer if you feel uncomfortable) No. Accepting, maybe. And sometimes I laugh and find moments of happiness. But, on a whole? Not even close. Because… well, without going into too much detail, because I have too much shame, too many hopes (that eventually get dashed), and because I am soul-deep tired of being nearly completely on my own.
9. what’s your favourite kind of tea? Lapsang souchong. (Or blends with lapsing soughing in ‘em.)
10. do you have pets? what are their names? Technically, no. Hank the greyhound is the family pet (since I can’t have pets in my apartment, he had to stay with my parents), but I like to think he’s 100% mine because he likes me best.
11. if humanity banded together and worked toward a common goal, what do you think it should be? what does your ideal earth look like? Acceptance. My ideal earth looks like a place where everyone belongs, where everyone is included, where no one is marginalized.
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My questions: 1. Is there a word in your first (or main) language that makes you happy to say/hear? 2. Is there a word in your first (or main) language that makes you angry (or sad or grossed out) to say/hear? 3. Do you have a favourite texture? If yes, what is it? 4. What is your current favourite musical artist or group? 5. Do you have any guilty pleasures (you wouldn’t mind sharing)? 6. Do you play any instruments? If yes, which one(s)? 7. When is your favourite time of day? 8. What’s your fave—or most effective way—to recharge creatively? 9. What genre of book (or fic!) do you gravitate towards when you’re in the mood to read? 10. When do you prefer to shower: at the start of the day, or at the end? 11. What is your favourite Bob Seger song?
Thinking up eleven questions is haaaaard. Mine are not top-shelf. Sorry, guys!
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Aaaand, I tag… @loveinkind, @mojowoho, @zathuraroy5, @everyjourneylove, @little-red-83, @omgthepinkflamingoblog, @zaphodbeeblebro, and @lacqueluster. Not eleven, but whatever. And if you’ve done this already or don’t want to do it… don’t do it! No pressure :)
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