jk, it's only been about 1.5 years since I last posted here! TOTALLY REASONABLE.
Just wanted to drop a note mentioning that I've been working on moving some of my more-read fic over to AO3, where I'm known as-- GET THIS-- crimsonclad. If that's the sort of thing that might interest you, then there you go.
Last night I had a dream that Buffy Anne Summers was Michael Vick's new parole officer, and they were the stars of a new show detailing their wacky shenanigans together. She kept him in line! He learned that being a douchebag sucks! They went out for ice cream!
I like to think that lots of ex-cons could be rehabilitated by having their asses kicked by Ms. Summers: P.O. Extraordinaire.
Last night I dreamt that Rossi was training me to become a BAU agent! I looked at sparkly stones taped to a sheet, and speculated as to why an unsub would leave a half-eaten sandwich in a restaurant.
Then I became angry, and stormed out into the rain. Later, I ended up barefoot in the slimy bathroom of a bait shop.
GOOD MORNING WORLD.
So, I'm reading Trollope's Can You Forgive Her, and WOW. Hello crazy Victorian incest vibes, wtf! In case you were wondering why people read these huge tomes, allow me to share. Alice is talking to her cousin Kate, about Kate's brother George. Alice and George used to be engaged, but he behaved badly and now they're not. Why is Kate so sad?
Well, this passage begins with Alice asking a question in order to find out! Hooray for knowledge!
"I wonder whether you'd like a wild man for yourself?"
"Ah! that's a question I've never asked myself. I've been often curious to consider what sort of husband would suit you, but I've had very few thoughts about a husband for myself. The truth is, I'm married to George (KATE IS TALKING ABOUT HER BROTHER HERE, FYI). Ever since -- "
"Ever since what?"
"Since you and he were parted, I've had nothing to do in life but to stick to him. And I shall do so to the end -- unless one thing should happen."
"And what's that?"
"Unless you should become his wife after all. He will never marry anybody else."
"Kate, you shouldn't allude to such a thing now, You know that it's impossible."
"Well; perhaps so. As far as I'm concerned, it is all the better for me. If George ever married, I should have nothing to do in the world -- literally nothing -- nothing -- nothing -- nothing!"
"Kate, don't talk in that way," and Alice came up to her and embraced her.
"Go away," said she. "Go, Alice; you and I must part. I cannot bear it any longer. You must know it all. When you are married to John Grey, our friendship must be over. If you became George's wife I should become nobody. I've nothing else in the world. You and he would be so all-sufficient for each other, that I should drop away from you like an old garment. But I'd give up all, everything, every hope I have, to see you become George's wife. I know myself not to be good. I know myself to be very bad, and yet I care nothing for myself. Don't, Alice, don't; I don't want your caresses. Caress him, and I'll kneel at your feet, and cover them with kisses." She had now thrown herself upon a sofa, and had turned her face away to the wall.
"Kate, you shouldn't speak in that way."
"Of course I shouldn't -- but I do."