Sometimes talking with your best friend is all the therapy you need, and sometimes you need therapy after talking to your best friend.
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For the Valentines special: naga and the word is “smooth”
It was a trap. Of course it was a trap.
Specifically, you'd been walking along the path you always took when strolling through the deep forest outside of the town. So why then, did the once solid earth give way to sticks and leaves covering a deep hole you were now falling down?
It wasn't until a flash of iridescent hues caught your attention that you even registered the heavy scaled tail you'd landed across. The appendage holding you up from falling deeper into the cave system, yourself perfectly hooked with your upper toreso hanging from one side, and your legs hanging from the other.
And there he was, the naga who's long hair had an almost purple sheen, as did his scales. He lowered himself from where his upper portion had been lounging, his tail shifting under you, simultaneously drawing you closer to his form as his grin grew wide. "Well we'll we'll, what a lovely little surprise you are, my dear." Jormund's voice was soft, the slight hiss to his words only adding to that fact.
"Is it really a surprise?" Comes your begrudgingly amused response as you shift positions along the heavy snake tail, moving to straddle the appendage, legs dangling from either side as you sit more comfortably.
Jormund tuts slightly, his toreso moving to circle around you, leaving his coils curling around your back as he rest on his own tail where you are as well. "Is it wrong of me to be so delightfully surprised when my favorite human returns for a visit? It's the sweetest part of my days, after all" He questions with a smile, leaning down to rest his cheek against yours, his hands slowly moving to grasp onto yours.
"Alright, I'll give it to you, that was smoothe." Your remark only makes him grin victoriously with a flick of his tongue and a quiet 'fuck yesssss'
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Newsomberg Facts - 10th Anniversary Countdown Edition #10:
On March 22 of this year, Joanna allowed the world to know joy for the first time in 8 years when she performed a stunning selection of new music, as the surprise guest at Fleet Foxes' 'Spring Recital' show.
One of the songs she debuted was 'Marie at the Mill', an intricate and masterful ballad exploring the life of Marie Russak Hotchener who, among other things, designed the breathtaking 'Moorcrest' estate that the Newsombergs now call home.
The most significant detail of Russak Hotchener's life, in terms of Andy and Joanna's enduring love, is the fact that Marie, a firm believer in reincarnation, was survived by her husband Henry who, at the time of her death said:
"Marie's passing was natural and beautiful - like her. We have so long been unified in our three bodies - that there was no wrench, no sense of separation. She and I remain one and go on together. I feel a glorious exaltation that she is going on to higher work and then to get a new body when I hope to woo and win her again - honor beyond belief!"
In 'Marie at the Mill', Joanna translates this sentiment into characteristically captivating lyrics:
"And when my work here is through,
Henry, will you find me anew
a little stranger,
my old friend,
hold me and win me
again and again and again,
all over again,
all over again,
all over again"
The fated quality of the Newsombergs finding their way to one another, and then to a home desgined by a woman whose life shared so many parallels with Joanna's (performer, Nevada City resident, Mills College attendee, etc.), is weaved into the song, picking up on themes of love, death, and rebirth that also permeate so much of her earlier work - especially 'Divers', a record which she has explicitly linked with her feelings about her marriage.
Whilst the thought of Andy being Joanna's 'Henry' - 'wooing and winning' her across multiple lifetimes - may seem a little far-fetched, he put it best himself when he said (during his 'You made it Weird' podcast appearance) "There's things like that, all the time, that I just let myself think because [...] I might as well believe that my life is magical and meant to be wonderful."
I guess it would be tough to be married to Joanna and not feel that way!
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jinchul being so overworked he completely forgets when his birthday is and how old he is
like imagine work day proceeding as always (aka disaster after disaster) and then for some work related shit someone asks him his birthday and age and he just opens his mouth to reply but nothing comes out because he legit can’t remember. he just dumbly stays here for a minute having really strong thinking session only to say ‘I honestly don’t remember’ (but it also attributes to him never really celebrating his birthday because orphanage either messed up dates or straight up ignored it and at adulthood he’s mostly too busy or there’s extra work so if he’s lucky enough he can treat himself to a piece of cake after work at home and that’s it)
kha workers just running to gunhee like ‘boss we have an emergency, chief woo doesn’t remember his birthday—‘
literally everyone remembers his birthday and age except the man in question. it’s so bad that when they invite him for a party he declines because too much work and they’re like ‘sir it’s your birthday party’ and then there’s long awkward pause
‘wait which day is my birthday on?’
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After several polls of coming in second or third or fourth or whateverth place, Bo-Katan's Obitine Flashbacks finally won!
Bo-Katan doesn’t know specifics, but she does know it hasn’t been more than a month.
She lowers her voice. “I’m sorry for your loss, Wren. I know you and the Jedi were… close…”
And Sabine Wren drops her face into her arms, bursting into tears and then apologizing through her hysterical sobs, which tells Bo-Katan exactly how close they were.
Bo-Katan is hit with a feeling of deja vu, like she’s done this before.
Wait.
No.
She has.
Ha ha. Fun.
This is just exactly what she needed right now, another woman brokenhearted over a Jedi.
And she thought the time with her sister had been awkward.
Wren is still rambling, half-incoherently as she rubs her eyes and tries to pull herself together, a mix of excuses and explanations and aching, soul-deep pain.
She says enough to give Bo-Katan another realization.
Unless Bo has entirely misheard—not only did Wren have feelings for the Jedi boy—not only did the Jedi boy have feelings for Wren in return—not only did they confess to each other—they also said the vows, which is, Bo is pretty sure, farther than Satine ever got with her Jedi, and then the thought of Satine and Kenobi gives Bo-Katan the most horrifying notion yet.
“Oh, my gods, are you pregnant?”
Sabine sits up, eyes huge, mouth hanging open in speechless bewilderment.
“Am I… no!”
Her answer is entirely sincere, and Bo-Katan slumps in relief.
Manda be praised. We don’t need more Korkies.
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