Today I discovered I could deadlift a bear. A pretty small bear, but a bear. GOOD TO KNOW.

I have a round leather box. Inside it is a long lock of my mother's hair, from when she first cut her long hair off into a bob, and a lock of my hair from when I did the same thing. I really wish my sister had kept a lock of hair from when SHE did the same thing, but she thinks it's creepy. Wevs. Hair is cool.

MALLORY. MALLORY. YES.

That paragraph about KStew leaning against walls and kissing women made me have to stare into the middle distance for a bit. It was that good.

I have been reading these out loud to my partner and I hit "murdering a cat and eating a bun" and it dissolved me into helpless laughter.

My partner and I had the same situation around a year ago as well. When we first met he was doing some pretty intense acting work on the first Hobbit, and those hours, oy. "We'll text you at 9.30pm to tell you your call time tomorrow is 5am the next day, but we might not want you for weeks at a time because we are JAUNTING off in the wilderness! Don't get a job to pay your bills in the meantime, though, you'll have to quit at short notice to come back tomorrow! If you don't show up, we'll never hire you again!" Anyway, acting gig finished, movie came out, partner got a day job. A year later, his agent emailed that they were doing more filming for the second instalment and they'd like him back for three months. I basically laid my cards out on the table that if he quit his job to go do this, I was not actually sure our relationship would survive because my priorities are "pay our rent on fucking time" and "not being the sole breadwinner." It was incredibly tough (but he didn't quit, and is supremely glad he did, because those who took the gig apparently got given three days work in three months).

Especially because there are so many options for Dollhouse femmeslash. SO MANY OPTIONS. And a bit of canonical dollslash between Echo/Whisky as far as I remember.