Love without an agenda.

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Claire Keane
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Love without an agenda.
I wrote a eulogy
"I wrote a eulogy for my best friend last week. Then I read it to him. At the pub. On a Tuesday."
He was alive, holding a pint, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I have.
I'm Mick. I'm 70. The man across the table was Barry. Seventy-two. Best mate for 46 years. Met on a building site in 1979. He dropped a plank on my foot. I called him something unrepeatable. He bought me a pint after the shift. Haven't gone a week without talking since.
Three months ago we went to a funeral. Bloke we'd worked with. Cancer. The eulogies were beautiful - people saying what he meant to them, things they'd clearly never said to his face. And all I could think was, he can't hear any of this.
Every beautiful sentence. Every "he changed my life." Said to a room of crying people and a box of wood.
I turned to Barry. Whispered, "What a waste."
Drove home. Couldn't sleep. Because I realised, if Barry died tomorrow, I'd stand up and say extraordinary things about this man. Things I've never said in 46 years. And he'd be in the box, missing all of it.
So I wrote them down. Took a week. Harder than expected - not finding the words, but admitting I had them.
Rang him. "Tuesday. The Crown. Need to read you something."
"Have you joined a book club?"
"Just come."
Same corner table. Pint of bitter. Crisps. I pulled out the paper. He saw my hands shake.
"Mick. What's this?"
"Your eulogy. I'm reading it now because I'm not wasting it on a day you can't hear it."
"Have you gone mad?"
"Probably. Shut up and listen."
I read it. In a pub. To a man very much alive and very much uncomfortable.
I told him about the plank and how it was the best injury of my life. About the night he drove forty minutes in rain to help change a tyre. About how he rang every day for three months after my divorce and never once asked "Are you alright?" - just talked about football and weather, because he knew I didn't need a question. I needed a voice.
I told him he was the funniest man I'd ever known and his jokes were terrible and both things were true. That he'd been a better father than he thinks. That his wife's a saint and he knows it. That I'd have been a worse man without him.
He didn't look at me. Stared at his pint. Jaw tight. Doing that thing men do when the feelings arrive and they'd rather swallow glass than show it.
When I finished, long silence. Then he picked up his pint, took a sip, and said,
"You're paying for the next round. And the one after."
That was his answer. Perfect. Because Barry doesn't say "I love you too." He says "you're buying."
But in the car park, he hugged me. Not the quick back-pat. A real one. Thirty seconds. Neither let go first.
And he said quietly into my shoulder, "Don't read that again at the real one. I want new material."
Who would you write a eulogy for - while they're still here?
Don't wait. The flowers can't hear. The box doesn't laugh. Say it now. At the pub. Over a bad cup of tea. You'll feel ridiculous.
They'll look uncomfortable. It'll be the most important thing you've ever done.
Read them the speech while they can still hug you in the car park.”
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I can't stop reading Dungeon Crawler Carl
Yeah, yeah, Cassandra Clare got her start writing fanfic, old news.
Rebecca Thorne wrote She-Ra fanfic before writing Tomes & Tea.
Matt Dinniman wrote GI Joe and Transformers crossover fanfic before writing Dungeon Crawler Carl.
Pierce Brown wrote Greek Mythology fanfic before writing Red Rising.
Andy Weir wrote Ready Player One fanfic that later got canonized by Ernest Cline before writing The Martian.
Fanfic has never been, and will never be inferior to published works, and writing one does not discredit or devalue the quality of your work when writing another.
knew from a young age that i was weird and unfixable
Molly as Satire Headlines
See also: Beau, Caleb, Caduceus, Fjord, Jester, Nott, Yasha
this was posted in 2015. the years come and go but tumblr is eternal.
Thaisha and Occtis: short rant about resources and privilege and motherhood
I love thaisha so much and she fascinates me.
Shes such a cool amd coherent charecter.
She had kids and a loving partner and still had the freedom to go off into the wild to pursue her magic calling.
And she got to. She got to have it all because she had a partner and a comunity where she could leave her kids and know that they were safe and loved. She's independently wealthy so she doesn't need to work a job to make sure her family will be okay.
I doubt she showered the kids with gifts in place of time, but I also can't imagine eithet Thaisha or Hal ever having to worry about taking a second job to buy the kids new clothes or pay school tuition. It's just not a problem for the. Even if Hal had financial issues or thaisha pursued her education, the kids were financial secure.
And even though both parents pursuded thier dreams, I doubt the kids were ever left home alone unless they wanted to be. The kids were either welcomed at Hals work or someone in the community would come and watch them.
I can't imagine that Thaisha would have left her family to become a druid if she didn't know that her family was safe.
Then she meets Occtis. On paper, Occtis should have had a childhood like her own children's: full of love and opertunity.
But he didn't. His family didn't give him the time and affection that he needed event though they had the resorces to do so.
So Thaisha isn't using Occtis as a replacement child after she abandoned her own. Because Thaisha never abandoned her children. Instead, Thaisha is giving Occtis the care that she expects the world to give her children.
Mothering occtis isn't repentance for not mothering her own children, it's just the proper way to act
Look, there’s no need to make a big thing out of it. I fancied you for a bit and now I don’t. That’s all.
Women of Primeval: Abby Maitland [103]
Sir Julien Davinos ⚔️
Holy fuck......this is so...not complicated, but like... Amazing acting, first of all. Second, yes shippable, Bolaire becoming more of a person by falling in love, but...Only friend becoming your love interest is an iffy trope to me, like Bolaire deserves to have a friendship and what it means, he (wait, they?) should have more in their life before having a romantic relationship.
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This is the most Caleb Widogast thing ever 🤣 even the dude’s expressions. Amazing.
I feel like the “Taliesin Jaffe is immortal” bit will be funny for a long while and then enough time will pass and he just… won’t age… and it’ll start becoming jokes about how he still looks 30 in his 70s… and then he’ll still look 30 in his 100s… and then we’ll all start getting worried…
He's currently having the worst time at disney land
Taliesin in his true form tonight