This is Hermie, the stray kitty we took in a while back. She’s gotten a lot rounder and, as you can infer based on the picture, is absolutely not friendly whatsoever. Nope. This is not a sociable cat. She doesn’t randomly jump up on my lap and try to eat my phone if I’m paying more attention to it than her. And we certainly don’t have whole kitty/person conversations where she meow and I respond and she meows back. Nu uh. Doesn’t happen. Because she’s just not a loving cat at all.
cas sits in the same seat during his history lecture. he sits there every class, and he arrives early to make sure he can sit there. it’s a good spot, close enough to the front that he can see and hear but not so close that he has to make awkward eye contact with the professor. it’s perfect.
and then, one day he arrives and finds his seat’s still warm. weird, but there is a math seminar right before this class, so it’s not too surprising.
what does surprise him is the wad of chewed gum stuck to the bottom of the desk.
cas is so pissed he spends most of that day’s lecture plotting revenge on whoever sits in this seat during the math lecture…
Here’s the necromancy AU, for whoever wants to read that one, too. It’s fluffier than you would expect from a ‘necromancy AU’.
For this one, I think I’m going to flip it, and go with Rey! (And yes, I used the ‘loving back to life’ again, because how could I not?) Post writing: This got a shit ton longer than I thought it would I’m so sorry
He swears he bought Cocoa Puffs. He remembers putting them into the bag at the self checkout, he remembers scanning them, he remembers seeing them in the bag as he loaded his car up, he remembers seeing them on the kitchen counter as he unloaded the rest of the groceries.
But for some reason, Ben Solo cannot find his Cocoa Puffs.
He’ll admit it, he was lazy. He put the box in the cabinet as-is instead of transferring the cereal to the jars he usually does, so that he can recycle the box and make the cereal keep a little longer. But when he opened the cabinet, bleary-eyed and still wearing his glasses and pajamas, there was no sign of Cocoa Puffs. Just Cheerios, and the sad remains of Frosted Flakes.
If he’d left them at the store, then it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, they weren’t that expensive. But he knows he didn’t leave them at the store, he knows he put them in the cabinet, and so to say he’s confused is a vast understatement.
I hope your weekend treated you well, but even if it didn’t, we’re here to celebrate your marathon achievements.
Please reblog with your numbers for the weekend–wordcount, number of pages edited, outlining work–whatever you accomplished. Include what you feel should be included, but please remember that we love numbers almost as much as words.
Thank you for writing with us this weekend!
I finished half of what I wanted to this weekend, but I still got something accomplished so that’s a win.
I finished the chapter I was working on and wrote 1,331 words!
You know you have it bad when you’re just daydreaming snappy one-liners for an AU you’re still in “outline” stages of and you think “oh, wait, that would actually be a good AU, too”. Like… thanks brain.
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