Stiles can't just leave Boyd and Erica chained up in a hunter's basement, and if the only person willing to listen to him when he asks for help is a formerly dead psychopath? Well, Stiles supposes he could do worse. But of course nothing in Stiles' life is ever just that simple...
Tags: Alpha Peter Hale, Peter's got a crush, Murder Husbands, Sort Of, Pre-Slash, The Alpha Pack, Alternate Season/Series 02
"Let's Get to It" is the fourth studio album by Kylie Minogue and it was the final studio album with Pete Waterman Limited (PWL), being released by the record label in the United Kingdom on 14 October 1991. After Matt Aitken left the trio Stock Aitken Waterman (SAW) in early 1991, the remaining producers wanted to make another album with Kylie, although it was not a contractual obligation for her. Mike Stock and Peter Waterman agreed to share their songwriting credits with Kylie Minogue for the first time on six tracks. They spent months recording at PWL Studios, more time than any of her previous studio albums.
Musically, Let's Get to It varies in sound, with it including hip hop, new jack swing, house, and dance-pop genres. Music critics provided mixed reviews, recognising Kylie Minogue's creative control and her provocative image despite them being ambivalent towards the production.
Four singles were released from "Let's get to it", including UK top 10 entries: "If You Were with Me Now" and "Give Me Just a Little more Time". The other singles: "Word is Out" and "Finer Feelings" attained top 20 positions in the UK.
Kylie Minogue further promoted the album with her "Let's Get to It Tour", which traveled throughout Europe in October and November 1991. The album was re-issued in the UK for the first time in 2015.
Whelp, I think I got a bit too much sun the past few days (it’s been in the triple digits) and now I have a wicked headache and upset stomach. Time to curl up with some water and aspirin and watch YouTube. I wanted to get some more writing in today but maybe tomorrow.
Where is that quote about the time in the early 70s Roger and a friend went to the Ideal Home Exhibition and the friend’s mind was blown because Roger didn’t need to chase the girls, they just kept coming up to him?
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
I live in the Deep South and love gardening. The first thing I planted when I moved into my Mississippi cottage was wisteria—a showy flowering vine that is almost a symbol of Southern living. It grows wild in the woods all over the state, which should have been a warning sign to me. The gorgeous purple flowers hang in clusters from the trees and perfume the area with a sweet fragrance that is…
Occasionally I’ll follow another tumblr then the next day my feed is inundated with their posts… they seem to post dozen and dozen of items right after each other. So much so everyone else who I follow is crowded out.
I like the variety of items listed by various people… not the same subject over and over. Regrettably I’ll unfollow the new account.