#seriously brain?

[ginnyvos]

When you want to do two things but they're mutually exclusive (playing ukelele and listening to podcast) so you end up doing a secret third thing (watching YouTube sorts)

[riderunlove]

Another random ghosts and guns moment. 

Julie wasn’t sure what woke her up, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Automatically her hand reached towards the other side of the bed. It was cold, as it had been for the last 5 days. Luke and Alex were gone on a mission. Trevor had insisted seemingly convinced that a field op would help the two of them smooth out their few remaining hiccups. Luke had been upbeat, obviously hoping the same thing, but Alex had seemed more resigned. She was honestly praying it didn’t make things worse. They weren’t late yet, but it was certainly taking on the longer end of the estimate to complete. Please don’t let that be a bad sign. 

The feeling of wrongness persisted, so she climbed out of bed, pulling on an oversized jacket and her monster slippers before venturing out into the hallway. She let instinct lead her, skipping past the dark kitchen and heading for the music room. 

The lights were soft and dim, and Reggie was sitting behind Alex’s drum kit, strumming chords on Luke’s acoustic. She could see the tear tracks on his face and her heart squeezed. 

“Reg?” she called softly. 

He slowly turned to look at her, “Hey Jules, it’s late you should be asleep,” he answered. His hand tightened on the neck of the guitar. 

She stepped towards him and squeezed his shoulder. “So should you.” 

He shook his head, “Can’t. If they’re not back today it means something went wrong and that’s all I see when I close my eyes.” 

He looked a little haunted and Julie couldn’t stand it. “I want cookies,” she announced. 

“Right now?” 

“Yes. We’re baking.” 

He gave her a look that said he knew exactly what she was doing but stood up and carefully set the guitar in it’s stand. She didn’t miss that his gaze lingered on it. He’s worried it won’t be Luke that comes back. Coming back to join her he ran a finger around the edge of the crash cymbal on the kit. 

“Lead the way,” he forced a smile. 

She threaded her fingers through his and squeezed before setting off for the kitchen. He followed her easily and watched her in amusement as she flipped on the bright light and started pulling out ingredients. 

“You gonna watch or help?” she asked dryly. 

He rolled his eyes and got to work. She was absorbed in melting butter and the liquid prep when he reached over with a flour covered hand to leave a huge smear on her pajamas. He grinned at her cheekily. She reached into the bag and tossed a handful into his smug face. The kitchen descended into chaos as they each vowed revenge. All traces of tears and stress were gone as it was replaced by laughter, and eventually the smell of baked goods. 

“Think we can just go to bed and leave this mess here?” Reggie asked, voice full of mischief. 

“No, but we did bring coffee so you can stay awake to clean up after yourselves,” came the bemused reply. 

Julie and Reggie spun around in unison to find Alex and Luke looking at the mess in disbelief. Julie ran for a hug only to have Luke pop out of the way. Alex snickered. “No hugs until you’re clean!” he cried as he dodged Reggie. 

Julie noted with satisfaction they were both unharmed and looking more at ease than she had seen them in months. She sipped her coffee and started making puppy eyes to try and convince the other two to clean up the kitchen for her. She’d made them cookies after all.  

[missaphelion]

the plan: finish up those last few WIPs and then start working on your original novel finally!

my brain: or we could start three new fics in this dead fandom instead

[eenymeenypia]

Yesterday my parents told me that Oregon increased the tobacco age limit from 18 to 21.  And I panicked for like 10 seconds about how I was going to buy cigarettes now.  Which is funny because:

A.  I quit smoking ten years ago.

B.  I’m 43.

[terrie01]

Because what my brain needs right now is a THIRD story.

“Thing? What makes you think I have a thing?” He busies himself with his notes, not looking up from the paper. Not that he has any idea what he's reading.

“Everyone has a thing.” Cisco pushes one foot against the floor, putting his chair into a slow spin that ends with him facing Harry. “You were married. You have a kid. That doesn't prove celibacy isn’t your thing, but I'm guessing it's not. And I just can't picture you as a lights out, missionary position kind of guy.”

[ktlsyrtis]

Today I got the official offer for the job that I left my well-paid career and did 3 incredibly stressful years of grad school to get.  Now to stave off the imposter syndrome with bourbon...

[callieskye]

Sometimes I am suddenly sad because I remember that I will never get to see Harry, Ron and Ginny play in a real quidditch match together.

[maisstories]

I’m revising the detention scene, as I said I would. Now, I know that as a general rule inspiration is stronger at night, but I really wish so was our attention when writing. Because I just spotted a sentence where I intended to write “stationary” but wrote “stationery” instead. I assure you that was a weird as hell sentence.