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This episode opens with Atia whipping her slave, Castor, in a fit of rage because she’s furious at Caesar, who, with Marc Antony is sending Titus and Vorenus and a contingent of soldiers back to Rome to scope out Pompey’s defenses and with a proclamation to be nailed to the senate doors if they meet no resistance. Caesar asks Antony why Vorenus is so morose and Antony tells him it’s because Vorenus is a strict Catonian and is pretty much horrified by what Caesar is doing. Caesar basically says, “I do want I want.”

Meanwhile, back in Rome, a man enters Niobe’s house and we finally see the father of Niobe’s son even though we don’t find out who he is. He says he just wants to see his son, but he also trues to convince Niobe to love him again. They’re caught by her oldest daughter who thinks Niobe should just tell Papa everything because he’ll understand. No, sweetcakes, he won’t. And if I remember my western civ classes correctly, I believe that means he has the legal and possibly the religious right to kill Niobe and all three kids.

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Back on the road to Rome, Vorenus asks Titus how to make Niobe love him again. He confesses that he loves her but she doesn’t love him, and that makes him her slave which he can’t abide. (Of course.)

Atia decides to have a party, I’m assuming that it’s to prove she won’t be intimidated by Pompey’s supporters since she doesn’t seem to do anything without a politically motivated reason and goes to hire more men, but the lead hired man doesn’t want money, he wants to trade protection for sex which Atia eventually agrees to.

Titus, Vorenus, and the other soldiers come across some of Pompey’s scouts and Vorneus doesn’t want to attack. Titus has other plans and rides in. The others follow and Pompey’s troops cut and run and die. One of them makes it back to Pompey and Pompey realizes that he doesn’t have the men to defend Rome and decides to make a tactical retreat to the south, and that when his troops assemble, they’ll retake the city.

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During Atia’s party, Pompey’s supporters attack her house and she bemoans the fact that Caesar is making them look bad. Pompey and family flee during the middle of the night after instructing one of his men to load up as much of the treasury as he can. Back at Atia’s, the mob starts in with a battering ram at the door and she invites her quests to stay the night.

In the morning, the soldiers helping load up Pompey’s wealth, kill Pompey’s man and take the treasury for themselves. Back on the road to Rome, Titus is still in a chatty mood about how to please a woman is the warm, beating hart of an enemy, but you know…barring that Titus suggests Vorenus should talk to Niobe and Vorenus is properly mystified.

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Now, I thought this would be my favorite scene. Titus tells Vornenus to tell Niobe she’s beautiful all the time even when she’s not. And tells him where to find her clitoris, and he immediately assumes that Titus and Niobe had sex. And Titus explains that all women have them and it’s news to Vorenus that such a thing exists. He’s apparently the Ted Cruz of LegionXIII.

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We see the treasury stealing soldiers kidnap a young woman on their way out of town, and a larger mob has gathered outside Atia’s home and the battering ram usage continues. Inside, begins one of my favorite scenes in all of television history. Atia is very calmly deciding who will kill Octavia and who will kill her and Octavian declares he’s old enough to take care of himself.

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Atia offers some super polite suicide assistance to Servilia and her people and she equally politely declines.

Then this GLORIOUS exchange happens between Octavia and Atia.

Mother, I would rather it were not you killed me if you have no objection.

Why ever not? You can’t still be angry with me.- Is that an order?

I feel like you have never listened-

Cerberus is howling for us, and still you plague me with your ridiculous feelings?

If you had only let Glabius and I remarry-

Oh, always Glabius! I spit on Glabius! I piss on the wretch!

Oh, that’s right, mother, die as you have lived – Poison brimming in your soul!

I’ll not argue with you. Castor, be sure to cut Octavia’s throat before you cut mine.

Please, Castor, let mother do it. I won’t deny her one last pleasure. It would be undaughterly.

Happily no one has to commit suicide because Pompey’s supporters have left the city and anyone left in the city will be considered an enemy of Pompey in the senate. Servilia and Brutus have a discussion about the best thing to do. Brutus chooses Pompey and Servilia (who’s Caesar’s mistress) has decided to stay because she loves Caesar.

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Octavia sneaks out in the middle of the night to see Glabius and Atia is furious when she finds out and sends men to kill him. Octavia is heartbroken when she finds out in the morning and Atia pretends she has no idea who would have done such a thing.

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Meanwhile, Titus, Vorenus, and company come across the deserting soldiers with the treasury. They battle, the oxcart drives away dragging the young woman behind it. Titus wants to see what’s in the cart and rescue the woman, but Vorenus is all “we have to follow orders” and nails Ceasar’s proclamation to the doors of the Senate, then he deserts Caesar’s army. Titus tries to talk him out of it, but he returns home to Niobe and apologizes for being a douchebag and she kind of sort of confesses to having an affair, but he says the past is over and they’re starting again.

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Titus returns and finds the cart, frees the woman and puts her on the wagon seat. He looks inside the boxes, and realizes that he’s suddenly rich. Right as he’s figuring out what’s up, he sees Caesar and the rest of the thirteenth marching toward Rome, so disguising his identity, he takes the cart and the woman and goes in the opposite direction.

Now, the questions.

My favorite part of the episode:

That fantastic argument between Atia and Octavia. Brilliant.  Followed closely by Titus giving Vorenus marriage advice.

My least favorite part of the episode:

I guess it would be Atia having Glabius killed. That was shitty.

Favorite costume:

Atia’s morning after a murder dress.

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Team Atia or Team Servillia, and why:

I feel really bad for Servillia, she’s in love with Caesar and she’s losing her son over it. Atia is just fucking awful about literally everything, but I can’t help adoring her.

Favorite watch-a-long tweet (obviously used with permission):

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Guess Jess’s head canon.

The Titus/Vorenus ship continues to sail full steam ahead, particularly with the advice giving and the sad puppy dog face when Vorenus went AWOL.

What made Jenny super happy?

Cato saying “Juno’s cunt!” And also the brilliant Atia and Octavia argument.

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It’s another Wordless Wednesday, and this time the subject is food. So these are just a random assortment of things I eat. Some of it’s pretty healthy. Some of it…not so much.

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Small curd cottage cheese with kumato tomatoes, pepper and a little garlic salt.

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Chicken and vegetable stir-fry.

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Madalena salad with grilled chicken. It’s obvious this happened at a restaurant. If I’d made it, I would have put a lot more blue cheese on it.

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Walking tacos.

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Remember when I mentioned the not so much? Meet my Elaborate Grilled Cheese Sandwich. (herbed goat cheese, baby spinach leaves, gruyere, aged white cheddar, kumato tomato slices, smoked gouda, honeycrisp apple slices, smoked gouda, and super crispy bacon)

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Breakfast smoothie – spinach, kale, mango, pineapple and strawberries.

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Cucumber, feta, and dill weed salad with a glass of iced tea.

To check out what’s on the other bloggers’ plates, click their names.

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This flash fiction was inspired by one of my favorite songs, Iowa, by Dar Williams. And it’s another snippet about Ivy – a character in an upcoming story. Again, I have no idea if this will make it into the book, but the first bit of flash fiction involving Ivy is here if you’d like to read it. You can also read the song lyrics or give the song a listen, too.

“I think I’m going to switch to women.”

Tasha raised her eyebrow at Ivy before refilling their wineglasses. “You know that’s not how it works, right?”

Ivy slumped back in her chair. “Well, it ought to. I switched from pop to water. I’ve gotta be able to ditch guys.”

“I’m sure you can ditch guys,” Tasha said, spreading some sort of fancy, organic goat cheese on some sort of equally fancy, organic cracker.  “But have you ever felt attracted to a woman before? And before you ask, no, drunkenly attempting kiss me on the cheek and hitting my lips doesn’t count.” She paused and took a bite of her cracker. “Unless it turned you on.”

Ivy shook her head and sighed. “No. But I’m beginning to wish it had.”

Tasha laughed. “I’d love to be your passport to the dark side and all, but getting involved with another woman, doesn’t mean an easy relationship. Didn’t you see Lauren and Katy at the wedding?

Ivy’s cheeks colored and she shook her head. Once she’d fulfilled her bridesmaid duties, the rest of the reception had been a blur followed by the worst hangover of her entire life.

“Oh, that’s right. I’m pretty sure that’s when you were locked in a bathroom stall “altering” your dress,” she said, making little air quotes and everything.

Groaning, Ivy laid her head back against the back of the chair cushion. “Poor Charlotte. Between me and Lauren, and Caleb’s bitchtastic little sister, she had the worst behaved bridesmaids in the history of ever.”

“Hey now,” Tasha said, taking a sip of her wine. “I was the picture of model bridesmaid behavior.” Her smile turned a little brittle around the edges. “Have you talked to Charlotte and Caleb since they got back?” Her gaze dropped to my bare ring finger. “I mean, do they know, yet?”

“No. Not, yet. I already feel like an asshole lying to them about why Justin wasn’t there.” But really, what was she supposed to say? Congratulations! By the way, my fiancé just dumped me, but happy honeymoon to you! 

Tasha scowled. “Justin is the one who should feel like an asshole.”

“Yeah, well…” She shrugged and swallowed hard refusing to shed any more tears over him. At least, in front of anyone. “His timing definitely could have been better.”

Sympathy shown in her friend’s eyes, and Ivy had to look away. Busying herself by grabbing a handful of crackers, she said, “But, I need to talk to her soon–I don’t want her to pay anything else on the dress. I still need to cancel the order. I’m stuck with mine, though. It’s paid off already.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

She shrugged. “Put it in with Justin’s stuff and let him deal with it?”

“He still hasn’t gotten his shit out of the apartment, yet?”

Ivy shook her head. “He’s got ’til Saturday at noon. If it’s not gone by then, I’m donating it.” It had been three weeks, and continuing to have his books on her shelves and his toiletries in the bathroom felt like living with the ghost of a relationship. Or worse, it felt like he might come back.

“I’ve got that day off. I’ll help you haul the stuff out.”

“That would be great. If it’s still there on Saturday, the PS4 is yours if you want it. All the games, too.”

“Is it wrong of me to hope he continues to be a giant douche?”

Ivy forced a smile. “Nope, not at all.”

She needed to get over it. Over him. She needed to stop driving past the big farm house–the one with the winding driveway bordered with forsythia and lilac bushes that exploded with color every spring. She needed to stop driving past the place they’d always said they were going to live–past the life she thought they were going to have.

The “For Sale” sign was gone, anyway. Someone else had already bought the place, and she needed to stop doing the emotional equivalent of staring through the windows at the life she and Justin were never going to have.

 

 
Be sure you check out the other stories by clicking on the author’s names.

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Okay, so our guy Caesar sends Marc Antony who’s now the Tribune…or maybe it’s the Tribute…(either way, he’s not volunteering to save his sister or anyone else, he’s in this for himself, and you know, Caesar) to Rome. As Tribune/Tribute, he now has veto power in the senate.

A pile of Roman centurions accompany him including Vorenus, Titus, and Octavian along with some shepherdess raping asshole.  Vorenus and Titus accompany Octavian back to his mother, Atia, who hugs him and basically says, “Never let us speak of this horrible, terrible trauma that befell you. Let’s just go ahead and pretend it never happened.”

She disdainfully dismisses Vorenus and Titus, but Octavian insists they dine with the family as equals having saved his life and all that. During the meal, you can watch Atia clearly calculate how she can best make use of them and we learn that Vorenus and Titus have completely different religious/political philosophies. Basically, if Caesar gets uppity and challenges Catonian law that leaves nobles with all the power by marching on Rome, Vorenus is out. However, Titus is totally in to return the power to the people. Finally, Vorenus finally begs off to go see his wife that he hasn’t seen in eight years. And Titus, he’s going to go get laid, drink heavily and gamble.

When Vorenus finds his wife, Niobe, she’s in the market holding an infant. He demands to know whose baby she’s holding and calls her a whore. Now, up until this point, I’d really liked that he’d been faithful to his wife even though he hadn’t seen her for 8 years. I thought that was a guy who really loved his wife. But then, he immediately starts with complete asshole behavior.

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Also, Niobe was told that he was dead. She’d even stopped receiving his pay, so c’mon, what is she supposed to think. So his demands to know whose baby she’s holding and she tells him it’s his grandson, and he’s all horrified and she points out that their daughter is 14. Dude, you’ve been gone for 8 years. (I mean, yeah, 14 is young, but ancient Rome and all that.)

Vorenus dumps out a bag full of money and gems and cocks from statues and basically says, “Sucks that you and the girls were living in abject poverty, but here, now there’s money and you can get a lot for these cocks.”

Marc Antony goes and has loud screamy sex with Atia where her children can hear. Octavia is especially annoyed because she wanted to get back together with the husband Atia made her divorce in the last episode, but Atia said nope and sent him away.

Meanwhile, Titus goes and finds himself a prostitute and takes care of his most pressing need. Then, he gets good and drunk and loses all his money gambling, and realizes that the guy he’d been playing had been cheating him with weighted dice. So, he does what any hot-headed centurion would do and stabs the guy through the throat.  The guy’s partner/dad/someone is devastated and an insta-brawl ensues. Everyone is fighting and dying and the whole place is on fire. Titus gets injured and makes his way back to Vorenus’ house.

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Niobe doesn’t want Titus in there because she doesn’t want someone dying in her house and Vorenus hollers at her to get a doctor. Titus looks like he’s possibly having a seizure from a head injury, but I’m pretty sure that the doctor feels he’s purging a malignancy. (I’m not exactly sure here since this is when my cat decided to stand up and paw at the TV.) Vorenus helps hold down Titus while a doctor augurs into his skull and my husband cringes on the couch. (The cat politely moved so hubs could see that part.) Titus calms down then passes out and spends some time sleeping off ancient amateur brain surgery at Vorenus’ place.

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Niobe and Vorenus have a fight while she’s cleaning up all the blood and she’s pissed because he’s leaving her with the mess and the injured Titus to care for and they argue and Niobe yells Jen’s favorite line as Vorenus is leaving. Vorenus hunts down the father of his grandson publicly humiliates his daughter and the father, then gives them permission to marry.

At the Senate, Pompey and Cato and other plotters declare Caesar a public enemy and they want him relieved of his command. A brawl, only slightly less violent than Titus’ brawl breaks out and no one hears Marc Antony veto and the session is never adjourned so the session has to be finished the next day.

That evening at some kind of dinner party thing, where Atia is entertaining Marc Antony, Atia bitches at Octavia to lighten up and basically be more entertaining to their guest. This is a mistake. Octavia is still pissed as hell that her mother not only sent her husband away, but that she had to listen to her mother have loud, obnoxious sex. So, Octavia asks Marc Antony how much he hates listening to her mother scream. Then, she delightfully imitates Atia in the throes of an orgasm.

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The next day, it’s time to go back to the Senate. Marc Antony is worried about his safety, so he has all the Roman soldiers he brought with him escort him. Titus and Vorenus are flanking Marc Antony. Remember the partner/dad/someone of the guy who was cheating Titus at dice? He launches himself at Titus who quickly takes him out, but first blood has been shed, and everyone thinks that dude was after Marc Antony. Everyone but Titus and Vorenus.

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It turns into a free for all, and Vorenus is injured, but Titus rescues him and they all ride back to Caesar. Caesar gets the scoop then goes out and gives a particularly moving speech and everyone agrees that marching on Rome is the thing to do and Titus is hailed a hero, and when Vorenus wakes up he’s furious to discover that he’s now going against his political and religious ideals.

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Oh yeah, and remember Niobe? Vorenus’ wife? The last shot of the episode is her nursing the baby. (That Vorenus didn’t realize she was lactating while they were having sex is stupid.)

On to the questions.

 

My favorite part of the episode:

Definitely Octavia loudly and publicly imitating her mother’s orgasms.

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My least favorite part of the episode:

I really disliked what a bag of dicks Vorenus was to Niobe and his kids. Yeah, I know he’s probably got some issues, but c’mon. Quit being an asshole. I expected more from you than that.

Favorite costume or hairstyle:

Niobe has the hair I’ve always wanted.

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Team Atia or Team Servillia, and why:

There wasn’t any Servillia in this episode, but Atia was spectacularly and delightfully awful as a human being.

Favorite watch-a-long tweet (obviously used with permission):

 

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Guess Jess’s head canon.

See above. Vorenus insisting on a doctor to save Titus’ life and Titus saving Vorenus in battle? All hands are now on deck of this ship, and Admiral Jarman has not only added to her Jarmada, but she’s also set sail.

What made Jenny super happy?

Niobe bitching at Vorenus. Let me show you…

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Jess’ take on S01E02

Jen’s take on S01E02

 

Writing-mistakes

Oh the mistakes. So, so many mistakes. Let me tell you about them.

Things that happened in my first novel that will never see the light of day.

1.) Utter lack of internal conflict. Seriously. There was none. It was so boring.

2.) There was a Big Misunderstanding. Actually, it was really more of a small to medium one, and also, it was super contrived.

3.) Characters were so flawless, I ended up rolling my eyes and wanting to throat punch them.

4.) Literally all these people ate was Chinese takeout. They weren’t bloated with water weight at the end of the novel, but they really should have been. I feel like diuretics were in order for everyone.

5.) Characters who use each other’s names every other sentence. No one says each other’s name that much. Not even a frustrated parent trying to get the attention of a child who’s willfully ignoring everything.

6.) Head hopping. Oh, the head hopping – randomly jumping from one character’s thoughts to another’s – sometimes, line by line.

I’m sure there’s more, but I think this is about as much self-examination as I can handle tonight.

Be sure to check out the mistakes the other bloggers feel they made. And if you’re a writer, too, definitely share some of yours.

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Welcome to a new blog feature. Jess and Jen and I were missing Merlin Club, so now, we’re rewatching Rome. Well, Jen is rewatching it. Jess and I are watching it for the first time.  You can join us every Monday night on Twitter at 9PM EST – #LegionXIII

Before I get to the recap, I have to point out our FREAKING AWESOME artwork. This was done by Jess’ FREAKING AWESOME daughter. She also did our banner for Merlin Club. And you can check out her work on her Deviantart page and also hire her to make spectacular drawings for you!

Okay, so the show opens with a battle of Roman soldiers against Gaulish warriors in which Titus Pullo misbehaves, breaks rank and completely pisses off Vorenus. He’s sentenced to being tied up and flogged and also condemned to death. He was also being delightfully cocky and belligerent, too. You get the feeling that perhaps he’s had just about enough of all the shit everywhere.

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A short time later, we see Caesar in Gaul, the public humiliation of the Gaulish leader involving being barearsenaked in the town square and having to kiss Caesar’s nifty Eagle on a Stick™.

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Even though Julius Caesar won, he’s having a rough time. His daughter, Julia, died horribly in childbirth, as did her daughter. Julia was married to Pompey and whatever uneasy friendship/truce/business arrangement/sharing of power Pompey and Caesar has crumbled at her death. Caesar orders Pompey to remarry immediately.

Atia, Caesar’s niece (and Jen’s girlfriend,) after some lovely, sweaty sex with some rando soldier type, decides to send her bratty as fuck kid, Octavian to bring a special horse as a gift to Caesar so he’ll like them best.

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Meanwhile, in the Roman Senate, people are speaking out against Caesar and demanding he be recalled for misusing his power and being a warmonger and an overall jerkface. But Pompey defends him because BFFs. But privately, he’s got worries about Caesar and sends one of his slaves off to Gaul on a mission. He also gets introduced to a woman named Cornelia as a potential replacement wife for Julia.

Caesar’s nifty Eagle on a Stick™ gets stolen and Marc Antony sends Vorenus off to retrieve it, and feeling like he’s completely fucked anyway, he orders Titus to come along for the ride and he agrees to commute that pesky death sentence.

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Back in Rome, some weaselly dude named Brutus tells Pompey that morale is low because of Caesar’s missing nifty Eagle on a Stick™ and Atia gets a letter from Caesar, telling her to be a good girl and find Pompey a new wife. So, she orders her daughter to divorce her husband and marry Pompey. There’s some sort of intense blood sacrifice where a bull is sacrificed on some sort of platform while Atia kneels underneath and gets covered with fresh, hot bull blood. But it’s cool, she’s got a warm bath waiting. Later, they go visit Pompey and she tells him to go ahead and nail her daughter, Octavia,  since he’s gonna marry her anyway. Because she’s apparently the Kris Kardashian of Olden Tymes. Pompey, predictably does just that.

Closer to Gaul, Caesar’s bratty nephew with the horse gets set upon by ruffians and is taken as a slave. Vorenus and Titus get their horses stolen while they were sleeping and see the fancy horse for Caesar and kill everyone but the bratty nephew to get it. Then they discover that not only is the pompous little ass Caesar’s nephew, but Pompey’s slave who stole Caesar’s nifty Eagle on a Stick™ is hiding in the wagon with said nifty Eagle on a Stick™.

They return to Gaul victorious, deliver the horse, nephew and nifty Eagle on a Stick™ to Caesar. Caesar delivers Pompey’s slave’s head to Pompey. Pompey marries Cornelia instead of Octavia and she demands his head. And Atia, like the Momager she is, promises it to her.

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Okay, so now…the questions.

My favorite part of the episode: It has to be where a man who was *just* crucified confesses to Vorenus what he knows about the theft of Caesar’s nifty Eagle on a Stick™ and Vorenus tells the soldier who crucified the dude to take him down and the soldier just sighs and rolls his eyes like, Are you fucking serious?! I just got him up there. I laughed about that all week. Because I am a terrible person.

My least favorite part of the episode: The graphic depiction of said crucifixion. I’m not terribly squeamish, but I found that…unsettling.

Favorite costume: Servilla’s loden green dress she wore to the party. This doesn’t show how pretty this dress is, but I’ll be honest, I’d wear this every day.

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Team Atia or Team Servillia, and why: It’s kind of early to tell, but at this point, I’m going with Team Atia, because I enjoy some professional level scheming.

Favorite watch-a-long tweet (obviously used with permission):

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Guess Jess’s head canon.  It’s early, but I feel certain it’s going to revolve around Titus Pullo and Vorenus getting it on.

What made Jenny super happy?  You mean besides naked, glorious Atia?

 

Here’s Jess and Jen’s take on the episode.

 

Okay, so I love me some social media. It’s a nice brain break – you know, as long as I don’t get sucked into the vortex. And I’ve met some really great people on social media who’ve also turned out to be great friends. Looking especially at you, Kellie St. James.

Today we’re doing a run down of our favorite people to follow on Twitter, Pinterest, and Tumblr. Other than platforms, these are in no particular order.

We’ll start with Tumblr because it makes me happy.

ChezAmanda, Life-Is-Labyrinthine, Osytercakes, Assassinregrets, SweetRoar, and Emma Seas -They all have tons of great content – gorgeous photos, cute animals, lots of social issues plus ChezAmanda knows my X-Files and Gillian Anderson feels.

Elena Johansen and Megan Cutler  – Lots of great writing stuff with these two and other awesome content.

Mighty Viper, Jenny Trout, and Jess Jarman – Hilarity, fandoms, writing stuff social issues.

Mistress Pendragon and Journyers-Scrapbook  – Arthurian awesomeness and more.

Basic Mom – Hilarity and often NSFW or children or anyone, really.

Yarn Addiction – OMG the knitting. And the yarn.

Pinterest is where I go for visual therapy.  Some of my favorite pinners and boards – again, in no particular order.

Niamh Daly

Wendy Boffo

Deanna Pavay

Adele Zavada

Magic Forest Home Decor

Fairy Tale

Once Upon a Fairy Tale

Gypsy Wagons

My Style Pinboard

Here Be Dragons

A World of Whimsy and War

~In The Woods~

Vintage Clothing, Costumes and More

Here Be Magic

Knitting

And here are a few of my favorite people on Twitter in no particular order – as usual.

@AlexKourvo

@Jenny_Trout #GODDAMNITTROUT

@jessjarman

@Charlotte_Stein

@chez_amanda

@merlinslaugh

@fluxcapacitory

@rhyllbiest

@Tamsin_Frost

@volcat

Check out the other blogger’s lists of faves by clicking their names.

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I don’t know how old I was when I started having the dreams.  I mean, I don’t remember having them as a child, even though I remember seeing the location where they always took place. There was this farm we used to pass every time we visited my grandparents, and as a kid, I was fascinated by it.

I’m not even sure why. The farm was nothing special. Large, pale blue farmhouse (though in my dreams it’s always white) and a huge red barn–the traditional sort you see all over rural Michigan. Dairy cows in the bottom and hay loft on top. In fact, it was so much like the farms of both sets of grandparents, it shouldn’t have even caught my attention, but it always did. I’d stare out the window at it until it was out of sight.

The first time I dreamt about the barn–the first one I remember anyway–was twelve years ago in June. It was twilight, and I stood in the gravel driveway, talking to my brother. He looked at me,  gestured toward the open milk house door and said, “He’s waiting.”

I crossed the threshold and made my way into the sloping darkness of the main part of the building. The smell of hay and feed and warm animals wafted over me as I entered, but the barn was empty. Almost spotless. The stalls were empty and swept clean. It looked as though there hadn’t been any livestock in there for years.

Through windows set close to the low hanging ceiling, I could see fireflies blinking in the tall grass that grew around the outside of the structure. A shadow detached from the wall beneath the window and moved toward me. Stomach dropping and hands clenching into fists, I tried to run, but I was frozen in place–incapable of movement.

The shadow took shape, and I realized it was my grandfather–my mom’s dad. Relief bled from me, weakening my entire body, and I nearly collapsed to the cement floor.

He gave me a hug and said, “I’m glad you could make it. I wanted to be sure to tell you goodbye. I have to leave soon.”

“Where are you  going?” I asked, unable to quell the dread tightening into a ball behind my sternum.

“Let’s go have a cup of tea and talk in the house.”

We took two steps toward the door before there was a roaring in my ears and I woke up in my bed, gasping and drenched with sweat.

I had the dream again in August. My grandpa was waiting for me in the barn carrying his old metal lunchbox and a thermos full of tea. “I’m going to stay on for a bit,” he said, pouring the hot liquid into the red plastic lid and handing it to me. “Some other people are in line to go first.” He pointed out the door, and I saw my Uncle John, wandering around the driveway.

I walked to my uncle and handed him the tea. He took the cup from me and glanced down. I followed his gaze. “Haven’t we had this conversation?” I asked.

Grinning, he wiggled his toes at me.

“Socks and sandals are never okay,” I muttered as I woke.

The next day, my mom told me that my uncle had just been diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. I told her about the dream, but I didn’t think anything of it until a few weeks later.

I dreamt I was in the barn again. As usual, it was twilight, but instead of fireflies, leaves blew across the windows and swirled in eddies of wind over the damp gravel in the driveway. There was a woman there, waiting for me. I didn’t recognize her–she was older than me, taller with dark hair.

When I entered the main part of the barn, she glanced up and smiled. “I haven’t seen you since you were tiny.”

Frantically flipping through my memories, I tried to place her.

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t.”

“It’s okay. I’m your dad’s cousin, Vi. I was just leaving, but I wanted to say goodbye.”

Before I could ask where she was going, I was back on the couch where I’d dozed off that afternoon, and the phone was ringing. It was my stepmom calling to tell me that my dad’s cousin Violet had been killed in a car accident that morning.

The farmhouse dreams started to make a terrible kind of sense, and there were nights I dreaded falling asleep. That fall, it felt like I had the dream more often than not. I met my paternal grandmother there. She gave me a bouquet of out of season hollyhocks. I wasn’t at all surprised to get a phone call from my stepmom the following morning, telling me my grandmother had passed during the night.

A few days after Christmas, I dreamt of the farmhouse, again, but the barn was empty. I peered out the window to see my uncle carrying a mug of tea and walking up a hill away from me wearing white athletic socks with his Birkenstocks. I knew before the phone rang that afternoon that he was gone.

I’d begun thinking of the farm as the Farmhouse of Death. And in January, when I dreamt of the barn again, I expected to see my grandfather, but instead, I saw a man that at first I didn’t recognize. He wandered in circled, tugging at his hair, almost as if he were in a drunken stupor.

He lifted his head and looked at me. “I’m not supposed to be here, you know?”

“Where are you supposed to be?”

He lurched toward me, gripping my shoulders hard and shaking me. “This is all wrong. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not.” His bleary blue eyes were bloodshot and glazed. He shook me again, and his identity finally slotted into place in my head.

It was my mom’s former brother in law–not quite my uncle and not quite not.

“I need you to show me the way out. You got in here, you have to show how to get out.”

I led him toward the door to the driveway where he stumbled in circles looking more lost and panicky than he had before, and it was a relief when I woke in my own bed. I couldn’t muster up any real surprise when I found out later that he’d taken his own life.

The following month, when I ended up at the dream farm once more, I knew that my grandpa was gone before the phone call that woke me.

It’s been twelve long, peaceful years since I visited the Farmhouse of Death, but tonight, I’m back. I’m afraid to see who’s waiting for me here. To be honest, I don’t want to know. Having this weird knowledge is no help at all. It’s more like the world’s worst party trick.

As much as I don’t want to know, I peer around in the twilit gloom of the place. A hard rain pelts the glass, and despite having made several circuits of the room, I don’t see anyone.

“Hello?” I call out, trying to force my voice not to waver.

The milk house door slams shut, and I catch sight of movement from the corner of my eye. I force myself to turn and look toward where something had moved. But the only thing I see is my own reflection in the rain-spattered window.

 

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So this week’s topic is who would I want to be haunted by. To be honest, I’m not quite sure I want to be haunted, but it’s close to Halloween, so the topic is timely.

Jess Jarman and Jenny Trout and I have gotten into arguments about which one of us will die first. We each call dibs because none of us want to be sad and miss the others. But, plus side, we’ve all promised to haunt each other. And, I’d like to think we’d all haunt Norris. She’s too fit to ever die.

I wouldn’t haunt Kayleigh or Kellie though. They’d freak out. And I don’t want to be mean. I’m not sure about haunting Jessica, Gwen or Paige. Not sure how they’d feel about it. I would totally haunt Jessica and Kayleigh’s dogs though. Then I could play with them without getting hive-y. I believe that allergies and hives don’t exist in the afterlife.

Anyway…who would I want to haunt me?

It may be too soon for this, but I’d be down with having Robin Williams haunt me. I adored him so much, I feel like he’d be fascinating and fun to chat with.

(In my version of the afterlife, ghostly communication is easy. No Ouija boards necessary.)

I’d also be all right with having Terry Prachett haunt me. We could talk writing. Oh, and I’d love to talk poetry with Anne Sexton.

Oh! And Maurice Sendak! I’d love to be haunted by him!

Now, pretty much all of the people I wouldn’t want to be haunted by are currently alive, but were they to suddenly drop dead, I definitely wouldn’t want to be haunted by Donald Trump, Rush Limbaugh, Anne Coulter, Ted Cruz, any of the Bushes or the Duggars – mostly because they’d be within throat punching distance and I couldn’t do anything about it because they’d be incorporeal. That would suck so bad. Also? I feel like they’d never shut up. It would be worse than being trapped in a waiting room that only plays FOX news.

I’d rather put up with Beetlejuice himself than any of the above.

So, who would you want to be haunted by?

Beetlejuice

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