(Warning: this post deals with themes of death, grief, and graveyards)
I climb a mountain to my grandparents' grave.
We park the car down the street, and walk past rows of houses to the cemetery.
We enter through a gate and a set of stone steps made over a hundred years ago for people with feet as small as mine.
'...he’s able to slink into a shadowed Pottery Barn. He makes it past the faint light cast from the skylights in the atrium, then the pain crashes over him.'
I love a good mission fic.
Especially when it's a The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (TFATWS) mission fic.
Especially when it's a TFATWS mission fic with much Bucky whump and lots of hurt/comfort.
And it was my birthday on Wednesday, so I get exactly what I want 😜😘
It's Thursday, this is Dora Reads, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
'The great fairy incident of 1822 was depicted in many paintings, the most famous of them being The Seelie Siege of London by an unknown painter with a penchant for alliteration.'
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke is a behemoth of a book.
It's over 1000 pages of alternate history, set in a world where the titular characters are bringing magic back to England, against the backdrop of the Napoleonic Wars.
It's Thursday, it's September somehow, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
August was a month where I had multiple migraines, so that sucks.
But it also was NOT meltingly hot (unlike the first days of September...) so I'll take that! 😅
I know some people were complaining that the skies were dull and not as sunshiney as August normally is, but honestly, if the temperature stays down then I don't care!
(Me + Heat = Angry Bear! Lol.)
