Angel Grove Net

This had better be fucking important

When your Valentine's hook up is 19.

What'd the rest of you lot do yesterday, hmm?

When Tindr suggests a match for you and it turns out to be your brother.

Swippppe Left.

Totally swiped left.

Is it a good thing or a bad thing to use people you know in your novel? Does it make a difference that you're more than likely never seeing their faces or so much as their like again? Or if they're completely deserving of the butchering you're planning?

When you're one of three gatekeepers to a world that is NEVER coming back, you might as well mine and use its history to profit, mightn't you?

There's GOT to be more inclusive versions of stuff like The Border Lairds and Outlander series and they might as well include all the details of all the odds here. And I've got just the men to write it with. If it makes one of them feel less alone and weird here, then my job as support to the crown and heirs? Already done, eh no?

Out of curiosity, in the modern day and age, specifically the UK, NOT NAMING NAMES, is horse theft an offense people get all up in arms about?

And if you happen to know someone's done it. or at least suspect it...

Do YOU go down for not telling?

Not that I know much of anything, but...doing research for my novel, let's say.

By the Light, monogamy is hard.

This is what I get for spreading the love a little too frequently, huh.

I got... I got kicked off the softball team.

Suddenly I'm... I'm just angry all the time.

Shopping for wedding tuxes.... it's exhausting. I want to be Maxxie's husband, but I don't see why I have to look like a Muggle to do it.

Tuxes are just so uncomfortable.

Today, my second best friend here declared me a "Jackass in a can" after we'd gone in for a full armored bout because it was the weekend and neither of us had places to be. And I sort of love it. I'd have THOUGHT she knew that braids give you leverage to drag someone into the mud with, but you people are so odd about fighting "fair" and all of that.

Still. I think I'm almost proud.

Is it possible to fail therapy? I think I might be failing therapy. I'm just not very GOOD at it and I leave feeling worse than when I came in. It's a sign it's not working, eh no?

[There's a small huff,as if he'd been running from something. Along with the phone being fumbled with]

This looks like nothing like Winterhold.

Anyone looking for a hookup? It's actually necessary for me.

Drew Morgan at your service.

This is a booty call. React accordingly.

Anything to get that out of my head

That moment when you manipulate your little brother's fear of abandonment and get something you wanted out of the deal in exchange for something far, far better for you in the long run. I probably ought to be ashamed of myself, but eh, no.

There ARE ways of winning things when people swore you'd do it over their dead body, let me tell you, internet.

How do you go about looking for a proper flat then? I've seen the websites and the papers and arranged a few appointments, but while I'm there, proper, starting tomorrow afternoon, what ought I to be looking at? I'm going to need a place, and soon. My living situation's become untenable and I've the money, so...

It was bound to happen sooner or later, but stumbling through a trail of clothes that started in the grand foyer, past the hall, and up toward the staircase, then finding the owners of said clothing using your desk as a place to enjoy a very randomised and drunken hook up is...

I've the right to be a BIT flustered, haven't I?

Someone's gotta remind me that not every demon is hostile here. Keep accidentally Truthguarding innocent people in the face.

What are ye lot up ta then? been ages since I used this,but 'm not tired and figured 'd see if anyone else was up s'well.

That awkward moment when your precious child, the light of your eyes, the heir to everything you own, who you've loved and cared for, and nurtured informs you that he's found a purpose in "protecting the world from people like you" and cannot wait to get back to it.

...

Children are amazing, aren't they, no?

It's a bit of a wreck I was yesterday, and I'm apologizing, both to the group at the pub, who saw me being my worst, and to my family, for the fact I came home with a lot of noise and passed out at Andraste's shrine, and knocked my head on the statue of Her whilst I knocked over a ton of thankfully unlit but still waxy candles onto the hall floors, and my nephew was the one who had to see me to my room and try to clean up after me, while my big brother spent the early morning, and a good bit of the day trying to sober me up.

I AM sorry for it, and I don't intend to make drinking for emotions so much the thing I do, I am better than it, really, but I've only...


I miss Meghan so bloody much and knowing that I'll not see her again is harder than I let on many times, I've just...it isn't FAIR, by a long shot, it's not and I was overwhelmed and let things overpower me and there's nothing in the world, no pain that can be so deep or so complete as bloody this, I've just...

I want her back, and hate that she was taken from me more than words can SAY. That all of them were taken, but Meghan the most of all.

I miss my little girl...