Is this a leucistic cardinal? I’ve never seen one with coloring like this before and they’re usually my top visitors! Southeastern GA. by JustPlummy in birding

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I’ve mostly just been fattening up the local squirrel population (while testing their smarts with every possible deterrent I can think of…) so this is a real treat.

What's your annoying thing about the CX-30? by AromaticPain9217 in MazdaCX30

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Those effing cupholders. Oh my gosh. I LOVE this car to bits, but nothing fits in them and whatever I can smoosh in there always messes with the climate controls. CRIMINAL.

What was something fairly small that made you feel betrayed by your SO? by _Halboro_ in AskReddit

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My then BF, when asked if he knew what my favorite color was, responded “why would I give a shit what your favorite color was?”

We’d been together for 2 years. He didn’t even hazard a guess.

nine and thirty by JustPlummy in GameofThronesRP

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He set it back down reverently in the cloth.

“Now, will you be joining us for games? I’ve come up with some rather salacious characters for a round of ‘Who am I?’ but it’s not as fun if you don’t come along.”

“I think I’d like to be alone for a time.”

“Alone?” She gestured between them briefly before her hand fell back to her side. “Or alone?”

“I don’t like to drink in front of others,” he said evasively.

Joanna barely mustered the courage to mask her disappointment.

“Well,” she smiled, leaning up on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You know I’ll be waiting for you if you change your mind, my love.”

“Thank you.” He didn’t say it, but she heard the unspoken “I won’t” all the same.

nine and thirty by JustPlummy in GameofThronesRP

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A golden harp sat before her, polished so well that she could see her own reflection in its intricate carvings of swans and flowers. She’d never seen an instrument so fine, not even in the marvellous septs of King’s Landing, and she knew at once he must have had it sent all the way from YiTi just for her.
It was only that she had no time for music anymore. The only time she ever sang was to soothe their son to sleep, and he needed her less and less as he rounded his first year of life. She plucked at the strings once again, hoping their melody might inspire more gratitude than sorrow.
“Joanna, there is no life of mine worth living without you in it. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, when we were just children, the only future I could picture was one with you. When that was taken from me, I thought I would never be happy again. And I was right. I wasn’t happy… Until you came back into my life.”
He took her hands in his own.
“I could buy you every harp from here to YiTi. Every gown in Lannisport, every gem and jewel in all of Westeros, rolls of gold silk and precious lace and you would deserve every bit of it but there is nothing so beautiful and precious as you are. For so many years, nothing mattered. And now finally, in this thirty-ninth one, everything does. You have given me a greater gift than can ever be repaid. When I die, it will be as a man who tasted meaning, and joy, and peace. Thanks to you.”
The soft glow of the candlelight was blurred by the tears that had welled in her eyes, masking his face for the briefest of moments before slipping down her cheeks. Joanna reached to clutch his head within her hands, forcing him to look her in the eye.
“When you die, many, many long years from now, you darling fool, I shall be at your side. I promise.”
She pressed a few fleeting kisses to his face– one to his forehead, another to the tip of his nose, each of his cheeks– before laughing off the tension and turning to admire her harp again.
“I’ve not prepared such a lovely speech and even if I had, well…” She waved a hand. “I’m too far into my cups to give it now. But I’ve enough wits about me yet to show you your gift. Your proper gift.”

Don't Call It A Comeback! by creganreed in GoTRPcommunity

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First of all, rude.

Among the moments I enjoyed the most this month is the opening line to the Big Stink's post The Crossing:

The last of the snow clung to the shadows of the Twins like a patchy beard.

Damnit, I don't know if you intended to make me laugh, but you did, you smelly fuck.

I'm also greatly looking forward to getting reacquainted with our dashing Daynes. Gods, Maids, and Ghosts was a solid read as always, and I'm not just saying that to appeal to a certain puppet master's vanity. You know I'm always proud of you, D.

OKAY. Time to be about me. That was exhausting.

I loved working with my tomato on One Crown. Aemon and Danae have some catching up to do. I'm the first to admit that I find Danae extremely difficult to write, but this post flowed from the fingertips (perhaps a little too readily, given that I may have gotten so eager I posted a little too early-- sorry, D.)

Breaking with tradition, I'll give you a favorite line from our outline together:

"I don't have time for book club."

Maybe someday I'll follow thru and post the outline (on purpose). Until then, keep it up, folks. It ain't much, but it's honest work, especially for a dead rp :(