Dark Lord D*ck Measuring Season Two: Happy Haladriel Week
Sauron: You came?!
Galadriel: Well, I suspect if you are paying for your crimes at last along with all these other vile former dark lords, it is worth hearing what you wanted to say…
Sauron: First of all… we are just vibing here… not a lot of punishment.
*Icy Noldor Glare of Suspicion TM*
Sauron: But of course all this time has gotten me thinking of all the regrets I have had in life… *Puppy dog eyes engaged* Like not convincing you to accept me, to be my queen.
Galadriel: I don’t know, you have done some very terrible, abominable things, Halbrand…
Sauron: What kind of sign would it take from the universe to convince you otherwise?
Galadriel: It would have to be something impossible… like…
*Unicorn trots over, neighs, and shakes its mane*
Sauron: That seems pretty impossible if you ask me… *tries to sweep her into his arms*
Galadriel: I don’t believe it… this cannot be real. You, you made this happen, you deceiver! *pushes him off her and storms away*
Sauron: *shouts after her* You came closer to kissing me this time! I’ll just try again in a thousand years, darling!
Galadriel: *screams from a distance* DONT CALL ME DARLING
The Darkling: Who’s calling for me?
Sauron: *glares absolute look of disgust* Not you, pretty boy. *pats unicorn on the rear* Sigh, she said no. Thanks anyway for trying to help, bro.
Loki: *shakes off unicorn form with arrogant smirk* I told you this would never work. A unicorn, really?
Sauron: *shrugs* I had her figured for a horse girl… oh well, next time I’ll get her right where I want her.
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God I completely fucked the title of that fic didn’t I 😂😂😂😂
😂😂😂😂 hey you got 75% right!!
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From the book Organizing Solutions for People with ADHD:
Putting a coat on the back of a chair by the door is fine, but if you prefer, use coat hooks and a large catch-all basket for dropping keys, hats, gloves.
Small bookcase end-table next to the couch to store craft projects, books, and other things being worked on for easy access.
Add a storage unit near the dining room table to transition between eating and working there.
Daily toiletry items should be stored in a basket that you can move easily
Extra toiletries and medicine cabinet items go in open shelf/basket storage so they can be seen and used easily. If items no longer fit, purge the excess. Don't obscure the view!
If you disrobe in the bathroom, place a tall hamper in there.
Keep a set of cleaning supplies in each bathroom
Edit: I also have this post on budgeting with ADHD + feel free to check my tags, coz I am trying to remember to tag as needed for this stuff. :)
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hate when streaming services are like.... you can now pay cinema prices to watch new releases at home! not to show my age but if i am watching it on my tv set then it's free??? you think you're an equal to big picturehouse? with no big screen? no big pop corn? you want to charge cinema price to show me a movey in my own house? Honour demands i kill you btw
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So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.
Stay with me.
We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.
I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.
It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.
(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)
Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.
My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.
When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.
We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.
Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.
The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.
I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.
Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE--”
Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.
But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.
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