six impossible things before breakfast

crazybecat said: Which story? I’m interested in reading the ‘mystery fic.’ Hehe. :)

it was “Power Over Me” — and it should have ended with chapter 6. the last two are strange and not related and just ridiculous. but, whatever. onwards & upwards.

Anonymous said: Can you do a Great Gatsby-ish story? Jay-Andrea, Daisy-Miranda, Tom-Stephen, Nick-Nigel. Except in the end Tom's mistress's husband kills Tom instead of Jay, and Jay and Daisy are reunited?

Prompt up for grabs!

organicallyadventurous:

She couldn’t believe how beautiful Paris dared to look in the rain tonight. The precipitation was appropriate for her mood. Walking away from the woman she was in love with had been impulsive and idiotic. At the time, Andrea had been furious. In retrospect it wasn’t really at the enigmatic editor she was angry at. The situation with Nigel was unfortunate, but not nearly enough to cause the assistant to act so dramatically. Nor was the rest of Miranda’s behavior in Paris. 
The only times she had acted out of character it was in moments of kindness. The casual intimacy caused all of the pieces to fall together in Andrea’s head. Why she didn’t mind working the long hours. Why she took demands and calls so eagerly. Nate was completely right. It was the relationship she was in, but she was certain that she was in it alone. No, she wasn’t angry at Miranda. How could she blame the editor? The older woman was no doubt clueless that she had fallen for her. 
Walking on the rain stained sidewalk, Andrea looked up at the Eiffel tower in awe. Ironic that she would fall in love here and promptly be heart broken. She breathed in the moist air swallowing back the tears that threatened to fall. Her mournful walk was interrupted by the quiet squeak of wet breaks beside her. She turned to see the sleek black Mercedes pull up and the rear window roll down. 
“Andrea,” the silky yet sharp voice wafted to her ears. It hadn’t been said loudly by any stretch, but still it couldn’t be ignored. 
(Sooo, emeraldorchids  wanna play with me on this comment fic???)

"Andrea, have you lost your hearing along with your mind? Get in the car. We’ve been looking all over this city for you," she said. 
As if on autopilot, Andrea walked around to the driver side and climbed into the backseat. She didn’t say a word as the driver-who-was-not-Roy pulled out into traffic.
Just when she thought she had everything figured out, just when she thought her actions were beginning to make sense, this happens. There were so many questions she wanted to ask Miranda, but there she was, unable to even lift her head to meet the woman’s eyes. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hide her emotions.
"Am I really that awful that you would prefer being a tourist to having a conversation with me?" Miranda asked quietly. 
"No…tourist? I’m sorry, I don’t—"
"You were walking in circles around the base of the La Tour Eiffel for nearly an hour."
Andrea looked up in surprise. The only way Miranda could have known that was if she had been watching her. “B-but, Chloe and Bottega and Dior were this afternoon. You—” Andrea gasped, covering her mouth with her trembling hand. 
Miranda shook her head ever so slightly. “Answer two questions for me, and then you may do as you wish—continue your wandering around the city, or return to the hotel with me and forget this day ever happened.”
The young woman nervously chewed on her lower lip. She wanted to point out that she actually didn’t have a choice whether or not to answer Miranda’s questions, but then decided this probably wasn’t the best time to bring that up. “Okay,” she said. 
"Why did you walk away from me this afternoon, and then, why did you enter this car five minutes ago?" she asked.
(did i do this right, organicallyadventurous??)

organicallyadventurous:

She couldn’t believe how beautiful Paris dared to look in the rain tonight. The precipitation was appropriate for her mood. Walking away from the woman she was in love with had been impulsive and idiotic. At the time, Andrea had been furious. In retrospect it wasn’t really at the enigmatic editor she was angry at. The situation with Nigel was unfortunate, but not nearly enough to cause the assistant to act so dramatically. Nor was the rest of Miranda’s behavior in Paris.

The only times she had acted out of character it was in moments of kindness. The casual intimacy caused all of the pieces to fall together in Andrea’s head. Why she didn’t mind working the long hours. Why she took demands and calls so eagerly. Nate was completely right. It was the relationship she was in, but she was certain that she was in it alone. No, she wasn’t angry at Miranda. How could she blame the editor? The older woman was no doubt clueless that she had fallen for her.

Walking on the rain stained sidewalk, Andrea looked up at the Eiffel tower in awe. Ironic that she would fall in love here and promptly be heart broken. She breathed in the moist air swallowing back the tears that threatened to fall. Her mournful walk was interrupted by the quiet squeak of wet breaks beside her. She turned to see the sleek black Mercedes pull up and the rear window roll down.

“Andrea,” the silky yet sharp voice wafted to her ears. It hadn’t been said loudly by any stretch, but still it couldn’t be ignored.

(Sooo, emeraldorchids  wanna play with me on this comment fic???)

"Andrea, have you lost your hearing along with your mind? Get in the car. We’ve been looking all over this city for you," she said. 

As if on autopilot, Andrea walked around to the driver side and climbed into the backseat. She didn’t say a word as the driver-who-was-not-Roy pulled out into traffic.

Just when she thought she had everything figured out, just when she thought her actions were beginning to make sense, this happens. There were so many questions she wanted to ask Miranda, but there she was, unable to even lift her head to meet the woman’s eyes. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hide her emotions.

"Am I really that awful that you would prefer being a tourist to having a conversation with me?" Miranda asked quietly. 

"No…tourist? I’m sorry, I don’t—"

"You were walking in circles around the base of the La Tour Eiffel for nearly an hour."

Andrea looked up in surprise. The only way Miranda could have known that was if she had been watching her. “B-but, Chloe and Bottega and Dior were this afternoon. You—” Andrea gasped, covering her mouth with her trembling hand. 

Miranda shook her head ever so slightly. “Answer two questions for me, and then you may do as you wish—continue your wandering around the city, or return to the hotel with me and forget this day ever happened.”

The young woman nervously chewed on her lower lip. She wanted to point out that she actually didn’t have a choice whether or not to answer Miranda’s questions, but then decided this probably wasn’t the best time to bring that up. “Okay,” she said. 

"Why did you walk away from me this afternoon, and then, why did you enter this car five minutes ago?" she asked.

(did i do this right, organicallyadventurous??)

Anonymous said: Hey, I recently read that Meryl lost weight while filming TDWP because she took the pressures of being Miranda and the threat that Irv posed to her career personally!! Can you do a fic about Miranda falling ill/not eating/losing weight and Andy helping her out?

Title: Perfect
Rating: T (+ eating disorders trigger warning)
Pairing: Miranda/Andrea
Summary: In her Editor’s Note for the August 2011 issue of Runway, Miranda shares a very personal story about a young woman’s struggle for the perfect body.
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
A/N: Submitted as my entry for the July 2014 Dragon Dates Ficathon on LiveJournal (7/26/2014).
Prompt: Hey Anon, thanks for the prompt. I took this entirely in a different direction…sorry ‘bout that!

LiveJournal: http://emeraldorchids.livejournal.com/6718.html
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2023113
FanFiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/10566950/1/Perfect 

“‘I knew you’d come tonight,’ she said softly, ‘like summer just when I needed you most.’”

—   F. Scott Fitzgerland, This Side Of Paradise (via quotewhore

“The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant…”

—   Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via quotewhore) (via emeraldorchids)

so, since i’m finished with my july fic early (thx again to boredrandom for swapping dates), i decided i would spend tonight making a master list of the fics i’ve written, and maybe even try to put links somewhere on live journal or something. 

Anyway, not the point.

I come across a 15k word story I posted in 2012 and for the life of me, I cannot remember what it’s about. Even reading the first chapter, I have no clue. 

This is so baffling.

The One Who Knows

organicallyadventurous:

I’m posting a few hours early for my timezone, but I figured I was splitting it down the middle for those not in the US. A huge thank you to Punky for organizing again this year. Its been an amazing month so far. Enjoy!

Title: The One Who Knows

Author: Beforeyouspeak/OrganicallyAdventurous(tumblr)

Pairing: Mirandy

Rating: E

Summary:Three years after Andrea walked away in Paris, life has changed more than she could have imagined. She is on the verge of leaving New York, but cannot go without finally thanking and apologizing to Miranda. Will Miranda intervene? Will Andrea listen to what she has to say?

Disclaimer: I don’t own them or make money from them. I play and then put them back in the same condition in which I found them.

Status:Complete (41K words)

Check out this lovely this story! So sweet and loving, and such a lovely job of giving Andy a backbone, so to speak. I’m in amazement that my rambling post about Disarming Athena sparked this brilliant story…thank you for sharing!! xo

I love my cat. ❤️

When you spend an hour watching a 90-second sex scene over and over and backwards and forwards and then all over in slow mo.

Today I signed up at one of those barre studios. Hardest workout of my life. My body is still shaking and class ended 20 min ago.

It can only get easier from here, right??

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