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Rants and Weekly Raves (RAWR) #344

Trotwood: Evening meetings or events every night last week meant no drama watching during the week. Not a lot of time to catch up on weekends either until June. Giving everyone a head's up that I won't be able to post next week because I am going to surprise my mother for Mother's Day. Both my parents got their second shot on April 7, and I have not seen either of them in over a year. I have talked to my mother on schedule every weekend since I went to uni at 5:30 am on Saturday or Sunday when you used to pick the "cheaper times" to call and we were a 4-hour time difference, so it needed to be scheduled. I plan to show up at 5:30 and call like normal, but this time when she picks up, I'm going to ask her to let me in. She will cry. I will cry.  At any rate, the subsidized housing in which she lives has really really slow internet, so I won't be able to watch anything next weekend or post, so . . . Means another week where I won't be talking about the e

Fanfiction: The Moon Mirror (Pojing & Bai Qian Alternative Ending) - Chapter 2 (Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms 三生三世十里桃花)

  Chapter 2 written by LalaLoop edited by Kakashi     consulting by Bunny *** This chapter takes place after Chapter 12 Part 11 of Moyuan and Bai Qian , after Moyuan has shared his plans concerning the war with Bai Qian and Yehua at the safehouse. *** Moyuan glanced back as he arrived under an old oak tree a considerable distance away from the cottage they were staying at. It would not be long until dawn yet he knew neither his brother nor Bai Qian were resting; and he knew that advising them to do so would probably not work, not after what he had revealed about Luoji and his plans. They had still been talking and debating when he’d left. Sunrise was best seen from where he stood. Perhaps another time, when there was not a war looming above them, he would point that out to her. Then he heard the crackling sound of footsteps against dry leaves on the ground. “Shifu?” Bai Qian was making her way toward the oak tree. “You should get some rest,” he said, unsure why the customary always ca