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We are seriously fighting a fucking losing battle in Fillory. If it's not one thing it's another. Not only is Loria advancing, but magic keeps going out because of fucking Ember. One of our advisors suggests Royal Combat between Eliot and Prince Ess's father; only problem is Eliot has never even held a fucking sword and sword fighting spells take years to master. Years that we don't have. Luckily, Fen actually does something useful and brings Eliot a sword made for a king with a sword fighting spell, also made for a king. So as long as the Well Spring holds out, Eliot might have a chance of winning this thing.

To try and lift Eliot's spirits before combat, I cast a spell that causes me, him and everyone else at White Spire to sing One Day More from Les Misérables. I skip a couple parts that didn't pertain to our situation, but it worked.

[Filtered Away from Eliot]

Before the battle started I asked our advisors if there was a way to fix the Well Spring and they suggested petitioning the fairies for help. So I did. Of course I fucking would, because I want the easy way out. So I have my secret meeting with the fairy ambassador and what do the fairies want in return for fixing the Well Spring? A royal baby. Eliot's royal baby. And yes, I'm that fucking heartless that I agree. Without telling Eliot or Fen.

I need a fucking drink before trying to go back to sleep.

I've found the solution to keeping your partner from stealing your clothes, for anyone who needs to know.

An unrepentantly bad sense of humor.

See, Armin will steal all of my hoodies, even my bi pride hoodies when he's 100% gay. The only one he won't touch is my "Bi bi bi" one. Because "Your puns are bad and you should feel bad"

If your partner is the one with the worse sense of humor, then sorry. There's no hope for you or your wardrobe.

I haven't had any dreams for two weeks, as of tonight. I'm probably asking for trouble by posting this, but. I haven't been dreaming, and there are two people here having dreams incredibly similar to mine. One of them I've known for years, the other I just met since I started dreaming.

So I guess, my question is, is it common to have the same dreams as someone you know, and someone you don't know? I'm just trying to understand how the dreams work. The three of us have almost nothing in common in our real lives, and yet in the dreams we're all thrust into this unconventional situation where we've been sent to the ground after living in a space station our whole lives. And there's like 100 of us who were on that drop ship. So apart fro the two who died on impact, where are the others? Are there like 98 people out there having these dreams too, and we just don't know it because they're not on the network?

I'm probably thinking to much on this, but these are questions that keep me awake at night.

Holy eff bomb.

Is it just me or did that hangover last days? Just me? Okay cool.

Thanks again to my amazing babe who planned me a kick ass party for no reason other than she knows how much I love to dance. To all my friends who came .... I wish I remembered more of that night. Wanna fill me in? Give me some memories? Because wow. I got shmammered.

At least I came home in my own pants! I think ... I also feel Wanda definitely had something to do with me getting home safe...


Frick. Who wants a smoothie? I think I need to eat healthy for a week now to get over this. Where are my sunglasses...


ooc: for those that were at Peter's party, feel free to make up whatever he did that night. I will happily play along :)

Well one part of being high king of Fillory that does suck? I can’t ever leave the country again, so I’m stuck there by myself while everyone goes back to Brakebills to figure out another way to defeat the Beast. And one of the first things I learn on the throne? My kingdom is facing a famine due to the way the Wellspring was abused and I have to teach them how to farm without magic. Looks like my growing up on a farm there actually did come in handy eventually.