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Wonderful World of Wednesday

“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.”

~ Martin Luther King Jr. ~


I actually have the summer flu and feel too bad to be witty and creative today. I know there are a few posts I need to respond to. Let my fever break and I'll get to it.



This is very Jack Sparrow. I totally ship Jack/Rum.


August 29, 2018 is
National Whiskey Sour Day! ***Please Drink Responsibly***

Today's Tarot Card from August 29, 2018, from Galaxy Tarot
King of Cups

Wise, Emotionally Mature, Experienced, Composed, Calm, Healer, Counselor, Father Figure


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Aug. 29th, 2018 03:38 pm (UTC)
Aw, you poor thing. Take care of yourself first. Feel better soon!
Aug. 29th, 2018 08:34 pm (UTC)
Hope you feel better soon. You did well with the post, despite your illness. Love the Jack Sparrow parody! ;-)
Sep. 26th, 2018 04:52 pm (UTC)
I've killed several prompts today...but for the life of me I can't figure out how to make the whole thing visible (my stuff is always too long for these reply boxes!) I'd put it in my journal, but since it doesn't have a public option, no one could get to it...

Anyhow, I played with the MLK quote from this post as part of the day's effort.

A little Daredevil in my RP world...no warnings or spoilers necessary.

But here's the clip:
Matt Murdock was angry.

Oh, he tried not to show it. Especially not to the members of the family he still considered himself part of, even if the Laird of the Manor was throwing a tantrum about his obligation to his clients that had kept him from attending that damn meeting. He could have fought Carl for the right to return home, but what would that accomplish.

He had no fear, but even he was not stupid enough to take on three fire-breathing dragons.

Fortunately, he had a place to go, since he maintained his apartment in Havensport, the one he had lived in before Tigh Ard…before Tamara.

He refused to see his time with her, with the family, as one of transition. This period of upheaval, whatever the result, was merely a rite of passage. If Constantine did his job right and well, she would return home. While he did not think her return would make everything right again, not right away, it would start on that path. But the minutes until that moment came, when Constantine’s ritual could be carried out, seemed a damn long time in coming, and every minute without her scraped by like nails on a chalkboard, making him cringe in irritation.

He took his obligation to the family seriously. But right now, there was nothing he could do but wait like the rest of them. He could accept the temporary disappointment without giving up hope. It meant a lot of thugs and petty criminals enduring the brunt of his frustration at the end of his fists, however.

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