I’m sitting outside my house trying to catch a stray kitten and this has resulted in my having to listen to my neighbor’s shitty drama podcast. He’s waiting impatiently to find out if Maria will leave her husband because she’s pregnant and he doesn’t want to keep it. I know that he’s waiting impatiently because he’s been yelling “dump the bastard” for the last ten minutes.
In the book it says that the people living around the Lonely Mountain referred to Smaug “with a curse and an ominous nod in the direction of the Mountain” and I just pictured Bard nodding solemnly towards the Mountain and whispering “motherfucker”
I’ve always felt a connection to Wendy from Peter Pan. Even when I was little I used her as a role model. I love to tell stories and have adventures. Then I had two younger brothers to tell them to. I’ve always been like a second mom to my siblings, especially as Mom has gone back to work and school.
Now I’m moving out and it feels like Wendy leaving the nursery but also like going to Neverland.