Thank you for asking! I’m sorry it took me so long to do this. I didn’t forget! I just got buried under a pile of life.
7. What is your current mood?
Happy but a little nostalgic.
14. List 5 movies that you love.
Back to the Future, Pitch Perfect, High Fidelity, Moulin Rouge, The A-Team
20. Pick up the nearest printed material in your first language and copy out a random paragraph.
In green Manoa Valley our Alma Mater stands
Where mountain winds and showers refresh her fertile lands
The flag of freedom beckons above her shining walls
To larger truth and service our Alma Mater calls
(This is the first verse of the University of Hawaii alma mater. If you’re curious, here’s what it sounds like.
Martin stared down at the sandwich in front of him.
He couldn’t comprehend how something so familiar could suddenly seem so foreign.
Grilled cheese sandwiches had been a staple at Parkside Terrace but they’d never looked—or smelled, for that matter—like the one sitting on the white plate in front of him: bright, colorful, and not sitting in a puddle of its own grease. Both sides of the sandwich had been brought to a lovely crisp, a feat Martin hadn’t known was possible without the bread taking on the color of the pan it’d been cooked in. The tomatoes and hints of tarragon, while new and interesting, made Martin feel slightly intimidated coming from a world where ‘grilled cheese’ simply meant grilled cheese.
“Don’t wait for me,” Douglas said, encouraging Martin with a wave of his hand. “They’re best when the cheese is still warm.”
Martin nodded in what he hoped was an agreeable fashion and looked down at the sandwich again. He gingerly picked up half of the sandwich, pausing only to glance back at Douglas preparing his own lunch, and took his first cautious bite.
Martin’s eyes widened as he chewed in disbelief; it was the best grilled cheese sandwich he’d ever had.
If they’re fills for the prompt meme or requests people have made, I like to work on only one at a time. It works best for me; I find jumping from fic to fic, especially if they’re different in tone or setting, to be a little jarring.
The ficlets I post here usually pop up as an idea while I’m working (read: stuck) on a longer fill and I write them out to get them off my mind so I can get back to the fill. Or I write them while I’m in between longer fills.
Thanks for asking!
Douglas pushed his way through the rabble, separating the two girls at the heart of the problem, yanking them apart by their collars. He wasn’t surprised to see Chloe Cooper in his right hand, although her weapon of choice was usually words; he was, however, surprised to see Mallory Crieff in his left hand. The red haired girl was always the picture of politeness in his class.
Douglas dismissed Chloe and the others before addressing Mallory privately. She avoided his gaze, clutching something in her hand to her chest.
“Mallory,” he sighed, “I’m going to have to call your father.”
I did something for Mother’s Day….
I think… Carolyn did a wonderful job raising Arthur….
One of these days, the way I draw the cabin crew will be consistent… Today is not that day…. But since school is out for me (save for the final I have on tuesday), maybe it’ll be soon.
I’ll be heading to Montreal for 3 days so I won’t be able to upload any fan art at that time )=
But for now, here’s a quick Cabin Pressure doodle as a parting gift!~ POLAR BEARS CANADA WOOT WOOT. Latersss my precious voodoolings (is it weird to call you guys that whatever)
Please, call me madam—MARTIN!