MADDIE! Thank you for the book mark and the book!! You are the SWEETEST!
Can I ask about the book? Is it one of your faves?
I'm worried about Elmo - a secret enemy?????
I hope you like it! It was one of my favourite book series' growing up (I have almost the full collection but it's sadly out of print and so the final book in the series is borderline impossible to find!). Each book was narrated by a different team member and while Richelle was my favourite (of course), I always had a soft spot for Elmo, and this book is definitely one of my favourite Elmo-pov one (it's probably this or St Elmo's Fire).
They're all such fun little mysteries, and I hope reading it gives you at least a little break from The Horrors of the world.
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I didn’t even know who she was prior to watching Jenny Nicholson’s video about The Greatest Showman, but based on what little knowledge I have now, hard agree. Plus, were we supposed to…like…PT Barnum? I thought everyone agreed that he wasn’t a good guy? Were we supposed to be rooting for him???
I will begrudgingly concede that I enjoyed “From Now On”, but 90% of that was because it involves a giant group dance with very slick choreography. Like, I realized while watching the movie that my brain was being tricked into having good feelings about the movie just because there was good choreography toward the end much in the way my brain got tricked into thinking The Notebook was sort of a sweet story by ending on the old people story (because young Allie and Noah are insufferable imo). I literally started experiencing feelings of, “Well, maybe this movie’s okay, actually!” and then part way through “From Now On”, I was like, “Wait a second. My liking one dance routine does not make it a good movie!” But they almost got me.
Anyway, I’m glad we can agree on this very important topic.
Also the CGI animals were just so bad.
Okay, I’m done.
(But really, those elephants. What was wrong with them???)
Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot?
Oh jeez lol. Yeah, I write a lot of scenes were people are eating because it's easy to describe what's going on around the dialogue, natural conversational beats, etc. EXCEPT for that one time I wrote a dinner scene for a Downton Abbey fic (A Girl in Black, I think?) that had like 20+ speaking characters in it? That was kind of a nightmare, I had to draw a seating chart to keep up with everyone.
My characters also do a lot of blinking in reaction to something that is said. And a lot of scrunching their hair in back or stroking beards. Fidgeting, in general.
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I am cry-laughing at the chilliad, it's so perfect. i had such a shit day, and your story is a gods-damned delight. i'd love to buy you and homer a donut and some decent fucking coffee.
me and homer would both devour these gifts like the heathens we are <3
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Thank you so so so much for tagging your Mandalorian spoilers! I'm trying to save all my precious Star Wars energy for IX. I haven't even been writing fic! Shocking. Anyway, I adore you. Xx
No problem! I try to remember as best I can. (And thank you! You are very kind.❤️)
Historically I’ve spoiler tagged stuff for the first week or two after the content in question comes out, but since everyone’s got their own schedule for watching this one (and because Disney+ isn’t available everywhere yet and not everyone will necessarily want to find alternate ways to watch until then), I will try to do so for a longer period of time.
I might be a bit looser with general posts or memes/fanart about The Baby or whatever, because there was really no way that cuteness was going to keep itself under wraps (and as everyone has seen, he’s everywhere on the Star Wars Internet now already), but nothing specific to actual plot events etc.
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I'm really glad you're still here, and that you're doing something you like, and that you don't feel like dying. That job was so awful and I'm glad you're in a place where you can work through it. <3
“This is nice,” Leia said. She leaned back in her chair and took a sip of wine.
Han, sitting across the table from her, smiled. His wine glass was still mostly full, but he took a steady drink of it now, gripping the stem of the wineglass tight enough to hide the slight tremble of nerves in his hand.
“I’m glad you think so,” he said.
“How’d you get a reservation?” Leia asked. The restaurant--a brilliantly lavish penthouse outfitted with mahogany tables and seven chandeliers--was typically booked six months in advance.
Han shrugged. “I used your name,” Han said.
Leia laughed. “I see,” she said, and took another sip of wine.
“Listen, Leia,” Han said, leaning forward. He felt the box in his pocket, and quickly took a gulp of wine to steady his nerves.
He was interrupted by the waiter arriving with their appetizer. “Here you are ma’am, sir,” he said, placing a plate of golden-brown rice rolls stuffed with balong, a meat that tasted much like shrimp, on the table.
“Thanks,” Han said, not really meaning it.
Leia took a balong roll and popped it into her mouth. After chewing for a moment, she said, “Were you going to ask me something?”
“No,” Han said quickly. Then, “Yes. Well...yes.”
Leia frowned. “Is everything okay?” she asked, concerned. It was not like Han to express so much uncertainty.
“Yes,” Han said, even quicker. “It’s just...” He took a deep breath.
“Can I refill your wine glasses?”
Han ground his teeth and looked up at the waiter standing over him with a wine bottle in hand. “Sure,” he almost growled, and held up his almost-empty wine glass for the waiter to take.
“So,” Leia said, once the waiter was gone, “what were you going to ask?”
Han reached into his pocket, feeling the box cool and smooth against his fingers. He took it out beneath the table and fiddled with it. “I just wanted to ask...” Han took another deep breath--and let it out along with his courage. “It’s nothing,” he said. “Never mind.”
Leia frowned. “Are you okay?” she asked, leaning forward and placing her wineglass on the table.
“‘m fine,” Han mumbled. The box was heavy in the palm of his right hand, demanding and far too real for comfort. He shoved it back into his pocket.
Leia frowned, unconvinced, but she didn’t press. Instead, she struck up a conversation about Luke’s new batch of Force users that had just arrived on Coruscant seeking training.
“They seem like a good bunch,” she said, just as their main course arrived.
They ate in an awkward silence, Han brooding over the feeling of the box still in his pocket, Leia confused and concerned. They were almost done with Han, not quite to tipsy, yanked the box out of his pocket again and, holding it under the table, took a third large breath.
He wanted this. He wanted this more than anything else he had ever wanted. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and wanted the whole world to know it. He wanted to wake up beside her every morning for the rest of their lives. He wanted to grow old with her. He wanted to see a ring on her finger, and know that she was his for forever and always, til death do them part.
He wanted this.
So why did he hesitate, other than cowardice?
“Leia,” Han said, and with one final gulp of wine, put the glass down and lifted the box from beneath the table. “I have a question for you. It’s actually the reason we came here. I wanted tonight to be special--something we could remember for always. I mean, I hope so anyway.”
“Han,” Leia said, reaching out across the table to put a hand on his arm. “Calm down. What is it you wanted to ask me?”
“Willyoumarryme,” Han said, all at once.
Leia froze. “What?” she asked.
Han took one final, deep breath. “Will you marry me?” he asked, slower this time.
Leia stared.
Han swallowed thickly and clenched the box in his hand. Then he forced himself to loosen his grip and, slowly, he reached out and lifted the lid to show Leia the ring inside.
Leia looked up at him, the faintest shadow of a smile pressing her lips. “Do you really mean it?” she asked. “You want to marry me?”
“You’re my light and life, Leia,” Han said. “Of course I want to marry you. If...if you want to marry me.”
She laughed, sudden and bright. “Of course I want to marry you,” she said. She stood and came around the table, grabbed Han’s hands, the ring box still in his right one, and dragged him to his feet. She threw her arms around him and kissed him fiercely. “Of course I’ll marry you,” she said again, pulling away just enough to speak.
Han smiled, brilliant and broad, and kissed her again. “Good. Thank you. I’m glad,” he said, and kissed her a third time.
He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto her middle finger--the traditional Alderaanian ring finger--and then clasped her hands in his. “It looks beautiful on you,” he said.
Leia smiled. “It does,” she said. “Thank you, Han.” Then, “Does Luke know?”
“I talked to him about it this morning.”
Leia smiled. “Of course you did.”
“I want to do this right,” Han said. “As close to tradition as possible. I know that’s important to you.”
“Thank you, Han,” Leia said again. She reached up, and pulled him down to her again. “I love you,” she said against his lips.
