#lovewellness

[plumdale]

new home in brindleton bay🏠🌾

built by me somehow through many fits of rage (my game crashed a couple times & I used terrain tools for the second time ever; they were a pain)

[swemtpotamtam]

Angel in the Snow for @lavellyne

[yellghoul]

lovewell date is just cuddling and bullying jacobi.....😳

[anvilsims]

Trevor and Maci took me to this new seafood place for my birthday. They were even nice enough to ask the waiter to not sing Happy Birthday. Ha!

Made the whole "going grey" business a lot more manageable. I also had to start wearing glasses. All those years of reading and writing essays finally catching up.

I like to think I'm still handsome despite all that.

A couple days later, Trevor and I were taking Daisy to the dog park when I ran into two fellow oldsters.

Their names were Rita and Issac.

I initially thought they were a couple but Issac was quickly to correct me. He and Rita were just good friends who had living together for ages. Neither of them settled down with a family.

They were both easy to talk to but Rita and I really hit it off.

We were both music lovers so we were able to chat for a long while about our favorite bands and musicians.

And here I was worried that I'd be out of place with the other elders.

A couple weeks later, Erika came for a visit!

She felt so bad that she wasn't able to see us when we last visited to meet Jean so she arranged a trip for herself.

We quickly caught up. Erika had been flourishing in Mt. Komorebi's extreme sports scene and Arturo was in the process of adopting another kid.

I told her about the birthday surprise from Trevor and Maci and about meeting Rita and Issac...

In fact I might have been a little too excited to talk about Rita.

"Oh? Is my eternally single old man falling in love?"

"Wha!?"

"Dad, I'm your eldest so I can say for sure that I have never heard you talk like this about your friends."

"*Sigh* Don't tell me that I finally found "the right one." I'd been hearing that since high school..."

"Dad, no! You know I'd never say that. I'm just saying that... well maybe you're demi rather than just ace. You just needed to build a strong emotional bond."

She had a point.

"Okay, I can tell you're still thinking about this. Give yourself some time to figure it out. I believe in you.~"

I thought about what Erika said the next time I invited Rita.

I'll admit that spending time with Rita felt a little different compared to past friends or even Issac.

I don't think it's sexual attraction. But things just kind of... click with her.

I still can't really picture myself as flirty or even *cough* enjoying some woohoo.

But I think there's... something between Rita and I.

[sacredfolly-blog]

Writing Prompt 232 - It's like that . . .

Prompt “Clearly something nasty is going on here.” – Carolyn Elliot On Writing Breathe the sentence in. Exhale the sentence. Inhale and exhale each word. Now inhale and exhale the sentence. Then, go! There is only one rule, keep your hand moving. Don’t worry about grammar, spelling, or punctuation. If you feel stuck, keep writing anyway. Try going back to the prompt and write it out until other…

[therapeuticmonologues]

Carolyn Lovewell's emails are my satanic bulletins

Live in art, a synchronicity factory

This weekend was stained glass, chalices, Sirius and eggs

[turquoise-flower]

Just feel, let yourself feel, let yourself heal through pain. Don't get angry, don't question why, there is always a reason... Just not clear into our eyes. Its the better way to embrace your inner wounds, your fears and insecurities. Let them cry, and then wash your tears, and move on, with a better version of you ❤️

[jasonrodgersphoto]

Peloton Apparel Holiday Campaign “22

Back in October I was asked to shoot the Peloton Apparel Holiday Campaign. Like all Peloton projects I got to work with a great group of super star trainers. For this project I photographed Emma, Nico and Logan.

I loved bringing to life the vision of art director Ronda Thompson and set designer Desi Santiago.

Enjoy the images & Happy Holidays

[100yearoldcomics]

August 10, 1922 Harold Teen by Carl Ed: "Added Duties for Pa"

[ID: Harold and Lillums sit on either end of a loveseat, angrily bickering with each other. /end] Lillums: Why, Harold, you did so! Harold: I did not! Lillums: YOU DID! Harold: I did not! Lillums: You did tot! Harold: I did not! Lillums: You did tot!

[ID: In the other room, Mr. Lovewell sits in an armchair trying to read the newspaper. He looks up, unable to tune out the conversation behind him. /end] Harold: I did not! Lillums: You did tot! Harold: I did not! Lillums: You did tot! Harold: I did not! Lillums: You did tot! Harold: I did not! I did not!

[ID: Mr. Lovewell angrily drags Harold out of the room by the back of his collar. Lillums looks on curiously. /end] Lillums: ? Harold: ? ? ? ?

[ID: Mr. Lovewell literally kicks Harold out of his house. Harold sails over the front porch. /end] Mr. Lovewell: Isn't it enough that I put th' cat out every night?

[plumdale]

new legacy! meet victoria “vic” duarte (she/her)

her rolls are as follows:

⌁ marital status: couple

⌁ children: 2

⌁ career: video game steamer

[hunterscabin]

Our Spot

Summary: Dean and the reader create a new memory at their favorite spot.

Request: Car sex with Dean. Passion, pleasure, over the top sex. @hawaiianohana15

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, male receiving, female receiving, face riding, car sex, fluff. 

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: This is my first time smutting; please be as loving and generous to me as Dean is to the reader! 

“Where are we going?” you asked, relaxing into the passenger seat of the Impala.

It had been three days since anyone left the bunker. There were no hunts to be found, and the weather was less than ideal for outdoor excursions. You and Sam were able to pass the time easily with research and conversation, but Dean’s daring spirit was starved without adventure, and he was beginning to reach the breaking point of his restlessness. He needed no convincing to agree on a late night drive, and it wasn’t long before you were speeding down Route 36.

“You’ll see.” Dean smirked, reaching across Baby’s bench seat to grab your hand.

Several miles and half of a Bob Seger album later, Dean veered toward a familiar exit. He turned down a tree-lined road, and as the car came to a stop, you inched closer to him.  

“Our spot.” you sighed contentedly, resting your head on his broad shoulder. 

Through a small clearing, you watched the rain dance across the water of Lovewell Reservoir. The picture before you was the backdrop of many meaningful moments, and a serene exhale floated past your lips as you traced them in your mind. Picnics shared under the tall oak trees, peaceful retreats to the lake after particularly bad hunts, Dean asking you to move into the bunker with him and Sam.

“So many good memories.” you whispered.

Dean kissed your temple in agreement, reminiscing over the same highlight reel.

“Except one.” he added, his voice gruff and suggestive.

Your gaze remained steady on the horizon, but your brow furrowed. You were lost in trying to place Dean’s meaning when you felt a strong hand dragging slowly up your thigh.

You looked to Dean, finding clarity in the mischievous grin spreading across his face, and your heart skipped a beat. Eagerly, you threw one leg across his lap, straddling him where he sat in the driver’s seat.

“It’s hard to believe we’ve never christened our spot.” you remarked coyly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You teased him, hovering your lips over his, just before the point of contact. Dean’s hot breath mingled with yours until the tension was too much to bear. Your lips met in a passionate kiss. Dean’s tongue spilled over yours, and you grew increasingly desperate for more of him. Chasing the sensation forming between your legs, you rolled your hips over his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath you.

“Baby.” Dean hummed, easing his hands under your shirt. His fingertips caressed your soft skin, ghosting over your sides, across your back, and around your breasts.

“You know, I love the names you have for me,” you admitted, kissing his shoulder, “but when you say ‘baby’ in this context,” you paused, fluttering your lips along his jaw, “I honestly don’t know if you’re referring to me or the car.”

Dean breathed a low laugh over your neck, taking your face in his hands.

“Tonight is all about you.” he promised.

With that, Dean lifted your shirt over your head and expertly unclasped your bra. You let the fabric fall until your breasts were fully exposed.

“So beautiful.” Dean licked his bottom lip at the sight of you, pulling the plump flesh between his teeth.

He bowed to your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth. His tongue teased your delicate skin, and the sensation sent shock waves to your already aching core. The more he toyed with your chest, the faster you rocked against him.

Caught in another kiss, your hand drifted to unfasten Dean’s belt. You pulled down his pants and boxers, allowing his swollen cock to spring free. You let out a lustful whimper before dismounting the hunter to stretch across the front seat.

Resting on your elbows, you took Dean’s impressive length in your warm hand and began to pump. Your mouth fell open, and you unconsciously licked your lips.

“Hungry for me, baby?”

You answered by glancing up at Dean with a wanting expression and drawing your tongue up the length of his shaft, not once breaking eye contact. Lapping at the tip, you swirled your tongue around the head, feeling Dean tense beneath you. You shifted forward, taking all of him in your mouth, sucking rhythmically as your head bobbed over his lap.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Dean’s hand combed through your hair, settling on the back of your head. He pulled gently at first, but the harder and faster you sucked, the tighter his grip became. “So good, baby.”

Dean’s palm slid down the curve of your body to grip your ass. His firm grasp spurred you on, and you hollowed your cheeks. You massaged the base of his cock, your hand working in tandem with your mouth. Dean began to writhe beneath you, and your steady rhythm broke as he came undone, spilling into you. You swallowed around his pulsating cock, easing him through his climax.

You kissed your way up Dean’s body until your eyes met his. Glistening with the evidence of his satisfaction, Dean gently wiped your chin before pressing his lips to yours.

“Shall we move this to the bedroom?” you quipped, climbing toward the rear of the car.

You paused after mounting the bench seat, and a wicked smile played on your lips. Leaning forward, your right hand disappeared under the collar of Dean’s shirt, bracing on his firm chest. Your left hand reached above you to splay against Baby’s hood. Eyeing Dean, you began to drag your throbbing core across the supple leather. Your chest heaved as the friction teased you through your jeans.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Dean growled, watching your body glide back and forth. “I want you to ride my face like that, baby.”

You mewled at Dean’s confession, and he deftly advanced toward the back, pulling you with him. He ripped off his shirt before attending to you. Dean’s eyes were ravenous as he unbuttoned your pants and removed your underwear. He laid flat beneath your naked form, and you kneeled on either side of his hips.

“I want to taste you, Y/N.” Dean’s voice was full of need as he hooked his hands behind your knees, pulling you toward him.

He nipped at your thighs as you eased yourself onto his lips. Dean’s tongue welcomed you, drawing through your folds. His movements were tortuously light, and you twitched with every graze.

“Dean.” you purred. 

At the sound of his name, the depth and pressure of his tongue increased. You rocked your hips as he waved up and down your velvety core. He licked into you with fervor, stopping only to wrap his lips around your clit. He sucked vigorously, and your back arched in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck. Right there, baby.” Your hands moved to massage your breasts, and Dean moaned at the sight of you. The extra sensation of his vibrating lips pushed you over the edge. Your entire body trembled as he worked you through your orgasm.

Dean shifted beneath you, sitting up so that you were face to face. He cradled your head while trailing kisses along your jaw, down your neck, and across your collarbone. His touch was electric, and you were already craving more.

“Make love to me, Dean.”

At your request, a needy groan rumbled in his chest. Dean slipped an arm around your waist, gently lowering you onto your back. Already hard from eating you out, he required no preparation. Green eyes bore longingly into yours as Dean lined himself up with your entrance. He dragged his cock between your folds before pushing into you. Your walls stretched to accept him, and you relished in the sweet burn as he bottomed out inside you. Dean stayed this way as he leaned down to kiss you. He hadn’t even moved, and the feeling inside you was already starting to build.

“Dean.” you begged through the kiss, and he took his queue.

He thrust into you, and the slow drag of his cock was exquisite. Your legs quivered as his body moved with yours in a way only mastered after years of exploration.

“God, Y/N. You feel so good.”

Dean had memorized every inch of you, and he used his expertise to draw you closer to the edge. His hands moved between your breasts, kneading your chest and rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“Fuck!” Your euphoric cry excited the hunter, and his thrusts became more precise. Dean’s cock found the sweet spot inside you, causing you to draw in a sharp breath. He held his position, increasing his pace until you were screaming his name.

“Come for me, baby.” Dean commanded, his voice impossibly low.

Dean’s thumb rubbed your clit, quickly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to reach your brink. A second orgasm erupted through you, and as your walls clenched around him, Dean willfully succumbed to his own climax.

His heart racing, Dean fell down beside you, breathless. He pulled you onto his chest, and you melted into him, caught in a dreamy haze. His cheek pressed gently to your forehead, and you craned your neck to gaze up at him. He dipped his head to capture your lips, kissing you sweetly. Your head fell back into the crook of Dean’s neck, and you breathed in his familiar, intoxicating scent.

You stayed like this for some time, completely relaxed in the comfort of each other’s arms, listening to the rain fall on the hood of Dean’s 67 Chevy.

Original tags: @81mysteriouslyme, @hawaiianohana15, @that67chevyimpala​

Masterlist

[cainache]

john b x reader angsty with a crazy ex? ❤️❤️

beaded bellies ♱ john b routledge (ditzy/sunshine reader! she goes by sunny! this is a little more calmed than what the ask says, but hope you like it!)

You were late. That much was obvious. You were supposed to be at The Wreck about 20 minutes ago.

You’d gotten distracted. Like you normally did.

You had passed along a little jewelry cart, all the different colors catching you glazing eye. You had tumbled off your bike a little too dramatically, almost falling, as you jogged the few steps back to the stand.

The lady had been nice, talking to you as you looked a little too long, but came out alive with a soft pastel anklet. The beads looking all too pretty next to one another on the thin silver chain, the clasp was dainty.

You’d never seen John B wear an anklet, you aren’t even particularly sure why it had called your attention—but you got it for him regardless. If he didn’t like it, you’d keep it. (Plus, even if he didn’t like it, he’d never say that to your face. He cared about your feelings a little too much for a teenage boy and whatever.)

You could see the Twinkie the second you biked into the parking lot. The side door open, Kiara sitting at the edge and scrolling through her phone—there was a styrofoam container next to her. Probably fries or chips, from her dad. JJ was at the front of the vehicle, seemingly staring off—his back was facing you. Pope stood at the back tires, hands on his hips as he paced a little. He spotted you first as you tumbled off your bike noisily once more, letting the slightly rusted transportation fall to the tall grass.

Pope gaped. “Took you long enough! We’ve been waiting for, like, ever!” You smiled, cheeks tinted red and hair a little frizzy from the heat of the ride. “I know, I’m sorry! I got distracted again—” Kiara and JJ were now looking at you, attentions called by yours and Pope’s voices. Kie was smiling small, almost a little nervous? JJ looked highly uncomfortable, and JJ was never uncomfortable. You paused, thoughts too big and mouth moving ever too quickly before you could finish one thought for the next. “—Where’s B?”

It was silent for a moment, your three friends looking between themselves. They weren’t telling you something, but it was on the tip of someone’s tongue. Your eyes swam towards JJ, “is he okay? Where is he?” You asked gently, rolling on the balls of you feet a little. You seemed a little oblivious to the uncomfortable blanket on top of your friends.

JJ scratched at his nose and looked at Pope one last time before he finally met your eye. He huffed, hands shoved in his too big pockets. “He’s down at the dock. Got called over.”

Pope winced towards your side and Kiara was seemingly glaring at the blonde. You eased your bottom lip between your teeth. “He got called over?” You asked gently, curious and confused. Why were they cutting corners with you?

JJ frowned a little at you. “You remember Courtney, right? That blonde from the kegs last summer? She was a little close to JB back then—when you guys were just friends?”

“Oh.” You said softly, shoulders sagging a little. Kiara frowned a little, pushing herself up from the Twinkie, quick to aid you—her best friend. “She ordered food and saw him on her way out. She called him over, he kind of couldn’t escape, Sunny. She’s a primadonna, you know how it goes..” They were trying to make you feel better, to assure you, to keep John B at a clear.

Your eyes flickered to her, a soft smile on your lips. “That’s okay.” Of course you knew of Courtney Lovewell, her freaking name was enough for you. She was one of the most popular Pogues, but she wasn’t untouchable. No body was, so you believed.

Your eyes flickered back to JJ, he looked a little less uncomfortable at your calmed reaction. “Is it.. like, okay if I go back there?” You pointed slightly past JJ and towards the dock of the restaurant that was buzzing with clatter and laughter. JJ nodded, small smile on his lips that only ever seem to appear for you—his best friend’s all too kind girlfriend. Even he couldn’t be snarky with you, your nose always too scrunched up to be pushy. “‘Course, Sun.”

You smiled at the three, small and collected. Your arms wrapped around yourself as you passed them. Your nails dug into your arms a little. Courtney Lovewell was pushy and John B wasn’t the best at declaring when he was uncomfortable around girls—too scared to come off as the bad guy, because he wasn’t.

You turned the corner to see the dock, you spotted her in the boat first. She had a couple of her friends in it, they were talking amongst themselves and munching on their order from the restaurant you assumed. Courtney hung off the side, hands planted on the boats edge, sunglasses up in her long blonde hair. She was beaming at John B in her black bikini, skin all too tan. His back facing you, but you could tell just from his shoulders—he was tense. Uncomfortable. It made you frown.

You watched him step back a little, hands shoved into the back pockets of his dark swim shorts. You’d gotten them for him, a whole week paycheck from the surf shop and you’d spent them on swim shorts—that weren’t even for you. John B had called you ridiculous, said he pay you back. You rolled your eyes with blushing cheeks, don’t be silly, it’s a gift. A week later, without you realizing, you had an extra fifteen bucks in your bag.

The boat swayed a little as one girl started it up, clearly a sign for Courtney to shut the hell up and get it going. Courtney seem to glare back at her friend, but said her bye’s to John B, her fingers dragging over his shoulder. You watched him tense a bit more, a soft nod aimed at her. He wasn’t rude.

You leaned against the start of the dock’s railing, chin rested on your tan arm. As John B turned your way you caught his face, scrunched up and uncomfortable as he glared down at his shoes. He sighed a little as he looked up, lips parting as he spotted you. Shocked. A little scared. You sent him a soft smile. “Hi, B.”

The boy bit his lip gently as he looked back at Courtney’s leaving boat. “I didn’t, like,—” He wasn’t sure what he was trying to say? He felt like he’d been caught, even if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

You laughed way too softly and pushed off the railing, skin a little tacky from the heat. “You aren’t in trouble, B.” He seem to deflate at your words as he reached you, he didn’t waste any time with pulling you into a tight grip hug. Your chin hooked over his shoulder, pushing up on your toes as one of his hands cupped the back of your head, the other right against your waist. He squeezed your hip warmly.

You watched Courtney’s boat, the blonde back at the motors glaring at you as she got smaller with distance. You couldn’t help but smile and waved softly at her. The girl rolled her eyes and turned away, just as John B gently pulled away from you. “You’re late,” he mumbled. His fingers skated across your face and pushed back strands of your hair glued to your hot face.

You beamed, suddenly remembering why you’d been late. “I know. M’sorry, I got distracted and bought something for you.”

John B groaned, a hand at the side of your neck gently. “Sunny, how many times do I have to tell you to stop wastin’ your money on me.” You rolled your eyes and twinkled up at him, “hands out and eyes closed, please.” He listened, eyes closed and directed up at the sky, his two hands cupped together for you.

“I don’t know if you’re going to even like it, but I thought it was pretty.” You gently pull the anklet from your back pocket, the silver chain and beads warm in your palm.

You gently placed it in his hands. You tapped the inside of his wrist softly. “Okay, open.” John B’s eyes peeled back and he looked down, a soft smile splitting open on his face as he fingered at the light colored beads. “It’s an anklet,” you mumbled, head tilted to the side a little as you looked up at him. “I think it would look good on you, B. Nice with your tan and what not..”

The boy’s nose scrunched up as he looked at you. “Yeah? You think?” You beamed and leaned towards him, “I do think.”

He smiled, the anklet tight in his closed hand. “It’s fuckin’ perfect, Sunny.” You laughed gently as he leaned forward, pushing his lips into yours. You cupped his face, overly excited. “I knew you’d like it.”

John B hummed, arm slumped over your shoulders suddenly. “Should get you a matching one.” You gasped, cheeks big and bright. “You’d wanna match with me?”

You guys started back towards the Twinkie. John B, obvious. “Duh.”

[darkspellmaster]

So I was thinking of an Elizabeth Midford inspired OC putted into my own little AU with Ciel, and a bunch of other OC’s.

She is in fact, Riddle’s fiancée. She literally lets this slip out during the moment everyone in the room ask who she is and how come she’s so close to Riddle.

Trey and Ciel were the only ones that knew, Trey because obviously he’s known the two since childhood while Ciel just came out of seeing Riddle’s memories.

I can already hear their screams of “WHHHHAAAAAATTT?!” all the way over here.

Her name is Emilie, Emilie Lovewell.

She’s a sophomore that was supposed to be a first year, but I made her go up a grade cause of her magical and academical prowess.

So basically a little hint of trauma I’ll drop is that she “snitched” into telling Mrs. Rosehearts about Riddle’s leavings.

When in reality it was her natural instinct as a taught child to be obedient and truthful. Emilie knew not to tell Mrs. Rosehearts. But Riddle’s mother had the manipulation and controlling power to make Emilie tell her about the whole situation, as it sort of just…slipped out.

Especially in that soft, kind-threatening tone, she was terrified if anything.

Guilt, absolute guilt. She never wants to see Riddle cry as hard as he did when he lost his independent studying time. I believe the only reason why Mrs. Rosehearts didn’t break off the engagement or do anything too severe to Emilie was because she was the only one that “followed the rules”.

(Ciel is currently cursing out at Mrs. Rosehearts)

Also Emilie really looked up to Mrs. Rosehearts. I have a feeling that Mrs. Rosehearts would also be fond with her, but more or so in a way that she’s getting something out of this.

Due to her character being similar to Elizabeth, she adores Riddle to levels of protection. I already have an idea as to how to make her magically more powerful than Riddle, other than already going through similar long hours of studying and training with Mrs. Rosehearts.

Riddle was unaware of her actual true abilities, he didn’t even see her potential until his overblot when Emilie had to go against him for the first time.

(She carried I tell you, the battle ended slightly more quicker)

Long story short, Mrs. Rosehearts wanted Riddle to be the more stronger one while Emilie found Lilith, another OC of mine. Lilith was center general (but retired, she did the same time as Lilia, her and Lilia are childhood friends, but separated after Meleanor’s death and don’t meet again until Malleus’s first year in Night Raven College.)

when she protected Emilie from danger, it made Emilie realize she wanted to protect too.

So she basically begged Lilith into train her until she eventually gave in and agreed since Emilie apparently didn’t know the word “no” nor took it as an answer. She was probably like 6 or 7 when she met Lilith.

Also since Lilith and Lilia were taught, and now also train knights…yeah no Emilie is definitely physically stronger than Riddle. She’s a fast learner and started young, I can see her being as much of a prodigy with the sword as she is with magic.

Riddle you lucky son of a…CIEL YOU TOO.

A little bittersweet ideas I had imagined for Ciel is the “what we could have been” between him and Elizabeth.

Another being a small mention of her and Ciel asking who the girl in his memory is before Ciel and Riddle woke up after the overblot. Ciel could sense how ashamed Riddle definitely was because after vowing to never break a rule again he was never the same.

This also includes his treatment towards Emilie, he wasn’t the nicest and was more aloof with her.

Ciel giving him the reminder that his actions were not tolerable, and from now on to just do the minimum of demonstrating that he cares.

(Ciel knows because he’s also been in a similar position of change)

As well as a bit of a flush moment since he can tell/sense how similar Elizabeth and her are.

Bright ass smile

I am determined to make her and Elizabeth interact. The two are like sisters basically if they were together.

It sounds really neat and interesting. It's clear you have a passion for this character and I hope that you continue to expand upon her and her ways of doing things and her connection to Riddle and his growth as well. Please continue working on it. I hope to hear more about Emilie and her adventures with Elizabeth. 💟🏵️🌻🌞

[anvilsims]

I'm wondering if my concerns about Maci might be a little overblown?

She had a Spooky Day party with her friends and she was perfectly friendly with all them. With of course, special attention to Imran.

But she wasn't like hitting on everyone at the party, mostly stayed with Imran.

A few weeks later, she came home and happily informed me about her little promposal to Imran and how he accepted.

Maybe she isn't the heart breaker I was worried about her becoming.

That hasn't been the only surprise.

It seems Arturo decided to follow in my footsteps and adopted a kid.

My first grandkid and I haven't even found a grey hair yet.

We made a quick family trip to Komorebi to meet him and catch up with Arturo (Erika was busy with some local tournament and wouldn't be back in time to see us.)

The boy's name is Jasper and is a polite kid much like his father was. We all got along wonderfully.

Arturo admitted that there might be more kids on the way in the future and I jokingly reminded him that I spaced out him and his siblings so I wouldn't get overwhelmed.

He got a good laugh and we shared a hug and promise to see each other on Harvestfest.

[frances-baby-houseman]

The most DELIGHTFUL (ok that's hyperbole but it tickle me) thing happened today which was--

I was in the workout room at the hotel doing some peloton videos, and I noticed another woman in the room who was wearing a peloton shirt. I was like, wouldn't it be funny if we did the same video? Would I even be able to tell?

WELL you know what you CAN tell if someone is doing the same video as you BECAUSE SHE DID!! It is the Emma Lovewell abs where she sings the janet jackson, which you do like 6 times in the crush your core series and also is the #1 most popular strength video according to the app, so it's not like a real deep cut or anything, but still! There I was doing planks and dead bugs, and 90 seconds later she was doing them too. I restarted the workout when I was done to see if I could figure out if she really had been doing it and I easily found her profile.

I am just so pleased with this! Also I think she was at the same lunch place as me today but that is definitely less random as it's next to the convention center. I hope she's having a good conference!

[accursedthing]

My favorite medieval names:

Katherin and it's for a boy

Dye

Larkin

Maudlin

Peregrine

Seelie

Isolde/Iseult of course

Lovewell

Amis