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rdprice29
OMG! I think you actually hung up the batman x-stitch I sent you! <3<3<3
Of course! It was framed and everything and I love it. Usually when people send me that sort of thing, something that could adorn a wall, I hang it up at least for a while. That one’s up there for good :D
Most of that wall is gifts, in fact, except for the Cleopatra poster, which is from a 2001 Field Museum touring exhibit I went to the first time I ever visited Chicago.
Did your humidifier actually make it to you yesterday? Because when I checked the delivery status, it says *It was handed directly to a receptionist or someone at a front desk. Signed by- Gaoye*, which seems weird for a home delivery. Unless you had it delivered to ETD's office, which is also cool. I just want to make sure you got it ok.
I did thank you! You should have gotten a thank you note on amazon after I scanned the barcode. All of our mail goes through a mailbox service to help keep our home address safe. We’ve got it up and running right now and it’s made a big difference already, thank you!
rdprice29 replied to your post: idk, the tony stark facial hair is as good as a...
My dad had a full beard and mustache for all of my childhood. He had to shave off everything but his ‘stache to be able to wear a gas mask for his job and it was SO WEIRD!!! Put your face clothes back on please for real!
lol
So yeah, I imagine Darcy coming across Tony clean shaven (maybe there was a lab mishap and his mustache got singed) and just the “AAAGGGGHHHH!!!!” of shock and surprise when he turns around. And then she claps a hand to her eyes while yelling “Put your face away!”
rdprice29 replied to your post “celiaequus replied to your post “(may delete later)I’m so fucking...”
My husband (we've been married since 1996 and together since 1988) actually forgot my birthday this year. Even though I don't really ever celebrate it, I do like it acknowledged by my family and I was PISSED! So, you are totally valid in your hurtness and go buy something you really really want as reparations (if you're able). Or drag him for more chores that you normally do to apologize. Happy Birthday, dear, and sorry you're having to deal with unwanted extramalness
I booked myself flights, accomodation and tickets to the Romance Writers’ Australia conference in Melbourne this August, thanks to your suggestion. It’s a career investment but one I really wanted to make!
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auressea replied to your post “Hmm. Okay, so,...
I think @ copperbadge posted step by steps on how to export/repost your blog to another platform. Maybe check out his dashboard?
Yep, I’ve seen that post floating around. But 1) I don’t really want the Whole Thing, and more critically, 2) those instructions are for a PC, and I am a Mac Person.
If anyone’s found any export utils that will run on a Mac, let me know! (Especially if it’s got any way to pick and choose what you download...)
If the mood strikes, and if not, that's cool too, but Steve/Darcy, Bucky/Darcy or Clint/Darcy with this prompt: ❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ *hugs dear*
thank you, @rdprice29!! *hugs*
Darcy’s hair was a rat-nest of curls that no brush dared to go near. At this point, her hair elastic was a war hero for managing to keep it all together in a lopsided attempt at a bun atop her head. She stood, glasses drooping down her nose, eyes crusty with sleep, dried drool at the corner of her mouth, watching the coffee machine as she waited for it to bless her cup.
Behind her, Bucky sat at the kitchen island, his own mug of coffee in front of him, watching her through his hair as it fell across his face, shrouding him from the surrounding world. Darcy was one of the few people in the building he didn’t register as an immediate threat. Even her friend and boss, Dr. Foster, had the ability to cause him damage. But Darcy didn’t fall into that category. Then again, it had crossed his mind that her ability to look like the complete opposite of a threat was a disguise all its own.
Darcy was also one of only a few people who wasn’t skittish around him. He wasn’t sure if that was a good sign. Either she had terrible self-preservation skills or she trusted that he could handle himself. Given that she was willingly living in a tower full of superheroes that attracted danger like no else, he leaned more toward the former. Still, he liked that she didn’t spook. That she lingered and talked to him and let her guard down. He wasn’t used to it and he appreciated that little slice of normality.
An appreciative moan left her when coffee started flowing into her mug. She tucked her hands in the pocket of her hoodie, her shoulders hunched as she leaned forward and inhaled deeply. A smile edged at her mouth and her eyes fluttered. Rocking back on her heels, she started humming under her breath.
“Buck, you almost ready?” Steve appeared in the kitchen without warning.
Bucky startled, but kept his reaction muted. Had he been so distracted with Darcy that he hadn’t heard Steve coming or was Steve unnaturally quiet in his approach? “Yeah. Almost.”
“Morning, Darcy,” Steve greeted.
She grunted and nodded her head vaguely in his direction.
Steve looked amused.“First cup?”
“What gave me away?” Retrieving her full mug, she hugged it with both hands and raised it to her nose, inhaling deeply. Turning on her heel, she looked between them and frowned. “It’s rude to look that put together this early in the morning.”
“It’s eight.”
“Wrong. Blasphemous! Cruel!” she announced before taking a long sip from her mug.
Shaking his head, Steve opened his mouth to say something, but paused. Brow furrowed, he said, “Nice shirt.”
She looked down at herself, shrugged, and then turned a look on Bucky. “I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. It’s mine now. You left it on the couch and I’ve adopted it. I am open to joint custody on the weekends though.”
Bucky blinked. “Didn’t take you for a thief.”
She smirked. “There’s a lot you still need to learn about me.” She walked away then, hips swaying. “Let me know when you’re interested.”
Bucky shifted on his stool to watch her go, an eyebrow raised and a slow smile pulling at his mouth. Oh, he was interested…
reminder that i’m currently taking donations to help pay off an unexpectedly high phone bill (details here) and will be filling prompts to those who donate to show my thanks! :)
rdprice29 replied to your post “I didn’t expect that the holiday “Why don’t you have kids” would come...”
Booooo! Rude! Sorry you had to handle that. *hugs* You have kids, or don't have kids, it's your life, when the fuck you want to.
Honestly this one was funny. Because it was my autistic twin brother, who we often forget has a seriously deadpan sense of humor.
The actual conversation:
Me: Do you like playing with my dogs? Twin: Yeah, but dogs aren’t around too long. That’s what happens when you have dogs instead of kids.
We all sputter in laughter.
Me: Did mom pay you to say that? Twin: No, I do have a sense of humor.
There are a lot of layers to this joke, and most of them won’t make sense outside of the family. Twin’s sense of humor often relies on saying something witty that you wish you could say, but you are too bound by social rules to say it. He is charming in his inability to follow social rules, so he can say it.
So as much as it sucks that the not having kids things was brought up, it was brought up in pretty much the best way possible.
rdprice29 replied to your post “Random ask is random but since your profile pic is relevant..! Jerrod...”
Sam, I'm going to Disney at Christmas. If I can find one, I'll send it to you!
Oh, thank you for the offer! But I found Disney’s online store where the limited edition ears are for sale, so when that pair goes up I’m gonna buy a pair. :D
I’m gonna pay $30 for mickey mouse ears and I’m not even sorry. There’s no being sorry under late capitalism.
