After the destructive malfunction of Hera, Marcus Alexander's life turned upside down. His very own creation that took years of developing had gone rogue. In the process almost successfully killed his wife. The Alexander's had a rough marriage since Julie lost her sister, and while he himself had made many mistakes in their marriage, it didn't mean Marcus wanted Julie gone.
It was due to his very own mistakes that Marcus had a lot to make up for- but was Julie too far gone? Was it too late to fix what he had broken?
Here lies the story of what happens after the Sheriff arrives on scene as Marcus Alexander holds his seemingly dead wife's body.
genuinely about to cry at the word for france in te reo māori. so like. almost every country name is just the english name but altered to only have letters that exist in te reo (so like canada = kānata, norway = nōwei etc) except france that is literally just fucking. wīwī. as in ouioui. imgoing to fucking die
Writing a few hours in the morning, over lunch, and after work, without any idea what the fuck I'm gonna do with this story. Like who's gonna wanna read this weird, massively triggering story? Why is the Mare (aka Night mare) working for Hecate and not Morphues? How do I get Hec from Utah to Minnesota to her uncles? She literally just tried to end her life and now her mom's dead! Magic? I mean hec's now an acolyte of the goddess of magic. She's got her first tools of craft, she's got a Night mare companion! But that feels like cheating?
If Jodie Foster doesn’t have sex with a woman then True Detective Night Country will be the second time I’ve been baited by an extremely lesbian looking detective only to have her daughter be the one that’s queer (Mare of Easttown). I’m not falling for it again. Even if Cate Blanchett gets cast in the titular role in Inspector Carpetmuncher and the Fingerfucking Mystery they’re not gonna get me!! There’s going to be a younger woman in that IMDB cast page credited as like Sara Carpetmuncher and I’ll know what’s up.
Y’all this is the most random but I have to share. I have been in pure white knuckling survival mode at work for the last month. Finally FINALLY (a few tiny remaining tasks aside) I’m (almost) on break for 3 whole weeks. A break I need more than I have words for.
So this evening I was trying to catch up on some holiday cards I wanna mail out and I grabbed an arbitrary hardcover book off my shelf to use as a surface to write on while sitting on my couch and it was THIS cookbook from 1974.
Do I recall having seen this cookbook in my life before? Nope! Did I heavily clean out and pair down my book collection for a garage sale just a year ago? YEP! Am I deeply confused and intrigued? You bet!
Here are my “”””””favorite””””” findings inside…
Shrimp macaroni casserole? Definitely the kind of thing I had expected from a 70s cookbook!
Frank-Kraut dinner? YOU BETCHA!
Confetti?!??? Meatball???? Supper? Hahhaha wtf, surely Better Homes and Gardens, you jest!
Aaaaaaaand let’s top it all off with this crown jewel: SWEET AND SOUR CHICKEN MOLD!!!! If there’s one flavor I’d love moldified, it’s sweet and sour chicken!!!!!
It’s all: “you could have been my red queen” this and “thief/obviously” that, but WHEN are we going to talk about: “I thought of you in the end, I saw your face in the water.”????? HMMM?! When? When are we going to talk about this?