plebefic headers: the LAST chapter, meaning that any other chap will be an Epilogue or a sequel

1. Warning: HOT SEX!



2. A/N- I am in no way shape or form condoning to Sauli/Adam…I don’t ship it what so ever but I had to write this…it just won’t leave me the hell alone…most of you know that Adommy is my ship and I will always and forever sail the seas with them…i am not trying to be rude about Sauli but i had to for the story to work out that way...so without further ado…I give you my fucked up fic…hope you enjoy



3. A/Notes: Crap, yeah. I don't exactly know if it makes sense but I kind of like it.



4. Ok peeps, here is the LAST chapter of MOTN, meaning that any other chap will be an Epilogue or a sequel.



5. A\N 1: Prologue was a little bir angsty)) We did it in a purpose)) But I think now it will be more humore\crack))) we was thinking about this idea a long time ago. And it was really difficult to find Akame fic about IT)))) So we decided to write about IT!!! We hope you like our fic))))

rainboots that are like a box of petits-fours

Hunter Original High Gloss Wellington boot in Kelly Green, Candy Pink, Buttercream, and Duck Egg Blue

Poetic Licence "Apple Pie" in red (actually sort of watermelon/coral) and green (actually seafoam)

life updates: writing, dreams, tv watching/request for recs, therapy

• I signed up for RemixRedux this year! Signups are open a few more days I think. It kind of surprised me, because I've resolved to Finish More Things and also to learn to write more than one thing at once this year, but I haven't made a great deal of progress on that front yet and I've been feeling kind of apprehensive and uncertain about writing ever since I had to break off mid-WIP to write my Yuletide fic. The signup was impulsive, really, but maybe it will get me back in gear.



• I recently had a dream where my family and I were talking about my grandfather's death - which is unusual because I don't usually dream realistic things about recent events in my life - and in the dream it hit me all at once and I started crying: I woke myself up sobbing. When I woke up I was gasping for breath, but not really crying, which is also unusual, because when I've woken myself up crying before, my face has always been wet. I went back to sleep, and when I thought about it the next day and since then, I haven't been able to recapture the intense and visceral grief of the dream.
  
  I don't know if the emotion is there underneath, somewhere inaccessible to my waking mind perhaps, or if my waking experience of regret and mild sadness is my "true" emotional reaction and that was just a fanciful fluke, perhaps my subconscious experimenting since I've thought several times about how little loss I feel, and how intellectual instead of emotional, compared to how it felt when my grandmother died when I was eight. Even though I genuinely liked him and think he was quite a cool guy, I have to really cudgel my brain to remember even two or three moments when I have felt even slightly touched by an emotional closeness with him. He just didn't have a lot of... warmth, and I never really got the feeling that he was especially attached to me, either. He was charming and friendly, and at times even generous, but fundamentally overwhelmingly self-involved.



• Speaking of crying, I finished watching all of the Midsomer Murders ever (although they're still supposed to be making a new season now, which I think is funny since their star retired and they're continuing ANYWAY, yet apparently they can't find the money to make ONE MORE SEASON of Poirot starring David Suchet even though they've almost filmed all the stories after 22 fucking years). A couple of things happened as a result of said finishing:
  
  
  1. I saw a behind-the-scenes special and fell desperately in love with Jason Hughes's adorable Welsh accent! He is from Porthcawl, South Wales, apparently, and he sounds different from most of the people on Torchwood, and rather more adorable to my ear, like the difference between Cillian Murphy's incredibly soft lilting speech (he is from County Cork I think, like kessie, who also sounds heart-stoppingly lovely btw) and the much more familiar (to me) accent of Colm Meaney, who IMDb informs me is from Dublin. I'm toying with the idea of finding some Welsh TV just so I can listen to more more more Welsh accents. Maybe Scottish or Irish too? Does anyone have any recs for any or all of these? I hate reality tv, dislike sitcoms and endless relationship drama, and love any kind of mysteries or crime shows.
  
  
  
  2. I started watching the original (1971-1975) Upstairs, Downstairs. I didn't realize that Jean Marsh was so beautiful or that Gordon Jackson was so attractive, but I can't take my eyes off either of them, and the last time I cried as much at tv as I did at series 1 would be when I watched Hikaru no Go in 2007 or so.
  
  
  
• I've been to several therapy meetings with Dr Petit-Chou, and I think it is going well. I like him. We're nearly done with the introductory phase. This week will be the last part of it and then it will be time to make a plan for how to proceed with the cognitive behavioral therapy itself. I'm... sort of excited? So far my main concern has been my tendency to babble. That is, I know you're supposed to talk about yourself, but we are limited to an hour at a time and I tend to go off on tangents.



• I didn't mention here when a few weeks ago I was tweeting at a bus stop and dropped my phone, jerking out the headphone cord and blasting a pairing fanmix that I had the bad luck to be listening to just then. I favored the entire bus stop, little old ladies and hipsters included, with a good ten or fifteen seconds of Hilary Duff while I fumbled endlessly with freezing cold hands trying to figure out how to turn the sound off. As a result of this I've finally programmed a hotkey to play-pause the media player. XD