She called just as I was getting off the metro, so deanhugchester got to hear my half of this conversation as she drove me to her house.
Everything is still awesome. She took her Spanish placement test and her belief is that if there is a class lower than beginner that is where she’ll be. She wasn’t upset about it though, so that’s good.
She’s started reading Green Glass Sea for her book club. She says, “I have sooooo much reading, ugh.” But she’s doing it, and enjoying it, she just thinks she is a slow reader.
She reexplained the chicken thing and it did, in fact, involve putting the chickens in a mailbox and pushing them out with a plunger. [shrug emoticon]
She likes the food!!! Those who have eaten dinner with us know this is kind of a miracle.
When I said I was so glad she was happy, she said, “Mom, I love it so much here. Every morning when I wake up it’s getting cooler. I step outside and it smells so good. Like fall, but not fall just anywhere, fall in Ohio.” So, there’s that.
Rules: In a text post, list ten FICS that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” works, or even all the same pairing or fandom, just the fics that have touched you or that stuck with you somehow. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!
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It took me forever to sit down and do this, and still I feel like this list is incredibly incomplete.
Pie Without Plot I didn’t know if I should put this first or last to emphasize how much this is the perfect piece of fanfiction. But it is. I think it will always have a very special place in my heart.
Rvr Ro11435 This is another one that I think of at odd times. It’s AU, but somehow translates all the weird neurosis Cas & Dean have into things that make sense in the real world. I just…yeah…it’s really great.
The Best Years Of Our Lives, My Ass This is canon verse that gets to play with being an AU and it is so perfectly done.
Appoggiatura I’m not sure what drew me to this one. Sometimes I can read a summary and be like, yep, I’m gonna like this one. This wouldn’t necessarily fall into that category, but it is still one of my favorites. I was instantly hooked. If felt very different from a lot of fics, but I can’t exactly pinpoint why. Cas in particular had an interesting characterization that felt fresh to me.
Ridiculous Cuddling Fluff I think the name says it all. Except, not really, but I don’t really have words for it either. It just is what it is, which is amazing.
What Has Eight Tentacles Isn’t Allowed to Eat Pie This is just funny and sweet and poignant and the kind of perfection that makes my toes curl.
What Holds Us Up This one is so lovely. I’m not a fan of John Winchester, but I do like it when Dean gets a chance to finally deal with his relationship with his father in a healthy way.
Consort This is the only WIP on the list, and I’m terribly worried that it might be abandoned. Fair warning: it has some horrible, terrible sex that seems like it is never going to end (not poorly written, just that the actually sex in the story is terrible) and it is kind of hard to get through that part, but it is so worth it. It is so well written and once the sex improves it is just scorchingly hot.
I feel like I’ve left so many great authors off of this list including my very tagger herself, whose every work I have read and enjoyed.
I was 2 minutes into my run when she called. Aaron had JUST gotten home and he hasn’t talked to her since we dropped her off, so I turned around and walked home so she and Aaron could talk.
She was still happy. She had a great time at the county fair. She introduced some classmates to funnel cakes. She saw the local glass studio owners there and the lady remembered her from when we stopped by on our last visit. Sylvia evidently stood there a while and watched the demonstration AND was answering people’s questions. LOL.
They had an overnight camping trip. She had fun in spite of some tent mishap.
Tonight is movie night, but Sylvia thought she might pass TO READ A CHAPTER OF HER BOOK FOR BOOKCLUB.
🎶Everything is awesome🎶
Sylvia seemed to call mostly to assure me that though she dropped a speaker on her toe, she’s “totally fine now.”
She was happy as a clam. She was telling me some crazy story of getting ready for going to the county fair tomorrow. I guess there are some sort of chicken races? And they were testing out the chickens? To decide which one to take? I don’t know there were kids talking loudly in the background, but it seemed to involve pushing a chicken out of a mailbox with a plunger?
She said, “Maybe I’ll call again tomorrow, but don’t worry if I don’t. I might just be busy. Like at camp I wrote a lot of letters at first, but then I had so much to do I couldn’t write so much.”
She said she missed us, but she said it so happily. My heart feels like it might burst directly out of my chest.
NICKY WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT GRACE IS PREGNANT AND TERRIFIED OF SLOTHS AND I NEED IT LIKE OXYGEN.
IT’S AT A STORE RIGHT BY MY HOUSE. I CAN BUY IT FOR YOU IFFIN YOU WANT ME TO! I CLEARLY WANT TO BUY THIS ONSIE FOR SOMEONE!
Is there a way to send you letters to send to her or fun things to read? I don’t know if that would be weird,
I would be HAPPY to pass on any fun things people want to send her. She loves getting mail. Let me know if you want my address.
NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO KNOW I USE THE WORD “TOTES”
Oops. I am totes sorry.
it is TOTES OKAY to be sad about this. why wouldn’t it be?
I think my most recent experience of sadness was so overwhelming and lasted so long that I’m a little gun-shy of letting myself FEEL sad, if that makes sense? Like, yes, an appropriate level of sadness is to be expected, but when I picture myself sad I imagine how I was after Chris died and I get worried that it will look the same, which is, of course, stupid because sending your child to an amazing school where she is happy if homesick is a very different sadness from your brother dying, but LOL EMOTIONS: HOW DO THEY WORK?
Sylvia called tonight and I wasn’t expecting it. I actually missed the call at first and then freaked out and called her back, but luckily she still had her phone.
She was calling because she was homesick, but everything she said about school was how much she loves it and how great it is. She was even positive about the small amount of homework she has gotten (and done!).
She got “micro-economy” (total montessori speak) for her Occupation (which is kind of like their science class and they do it in 2 week blocks). One of the things they are learning is how to write checks (insert some cute face emoji).
She got the top bunk. She’s getting along with her roommates. Her chore this week is snack clean up and her cleaning zone is the studio.
She asked when we were coming to visit and luckily we already have that planned.
Guys. She started crying at the end. It was wonderful and terrible. I’m so glad she’s enjoying it, but I wish I could take away the homesickness. I know she has to work through it. I even remember the girl who gave us our tour the first time saying, “Yeah, sometimes I get homesick, but it’s worth it.” So, I know this is totally normal. But…ugh…hearing her tiny voice saying how much she missed us is hard. Super hard.