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[faejilly]

03x01 reaction post! IT’S BAAACK, I am already a disaster, yay? <3

I do not know how you managed to make lingering shots of a naked lady in body-paint  NOT overtly sexual, but you did it, good opening SH, I’m very proud of you.

MAIA IN THE CREDITS, YES 

also starting out post-opening credits with Clary being pretty (and uncomfortable, good job bb, you know you’re heading for disaster) and Alec’s Done-Face has given me life, thank you for that too

ok Jace keeping it a secret because he’s trying to protect Alec and Clary is understandable even if he’s still a dumb ass

Magnus. (you look amazing, thk u) BUT MAGNUS HOW DARE YOU PRETEND YOU’RE FINE STOP IT

/it’s ok Alec, I’m sure you’ll get through to him eventually. (And we all know you’d hate being on the Council, and not just for Magnus. Maybe mostly Magnus, but not just Magnus. Imagine having to be nice to the Inquisitor EVERY DAY.)

I am sad that we have abandoned Forensic Genius Isabelle, but to be fair she is clearly awesome at everything and Weapons Master is probably easier to work into the plot more often? I’ll take anything that gives me more Isabelle <3

PRINCESS STABBITY IS A “dagger” DUAL-WIELDER ILU

Jace you melodramatic bastard just talk to someone for fucking once (tho wtg show, embrace those gothic roots)

oh no poor Tim & Tim’s wife :(

/this show really does just keep looking better every season doesn’t it? So much artistic rain, it’s great. 

eek poor Simon, singing for the seelies isn’t terribly awkward or anything *watch me pause to brace for potential second-hand embarrassment, watch me unpause becase ILU Simon and also they do do a great job with your music, I can’t wait ‘til the spotify soundtrack updates* SPEAR & WANDER WOODS UH OH (ok I see your point, awkward singing while waiting for the sword to fall may actually be better?) OH. Hey, that’s way better than what little I heard about from the books, this is fun. what are you doooing seelie queen, no one knows but you’re fun to watch

ack, Ollie, Ollie. What do you expect him to say? 

I am smiling at a Clace scene what have you done to me show how has this happened when did I add Princess Stabbity to my favorites?

HI LUKE <3

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well shit that’s creepy. (have I mentioned I’m digging the increased gothic? what a good creepy blood temple set)

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oh gods we finally got some Luke and Clary and why am I almost crying over daggers? 

ACK DUMB PHONE C’MON CLARY, YOU CAN BE SMARTER THAN THIS

well fuck, it sucks when a blade to the head doesn’t work

(slightly less well done creepy, but nice try)

Princess Sunshine & Stabbity? I like it.

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“really?” ilu simon

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Shit, Luke. I mean, I know you have to, she’s gonna cause more trouble digging on her own at this point, but I didn’t think you’d do it.

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AHHHHH POOL HALL *ASDFJKLVEH*

gods I have it bad but *SJVEKIDK!!!!*

<3

(they’re still standing so far apart tho show, come ON)

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what the actual fuck Raphael

/I am feeling for Jace, what is this black magic

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What a Good Terrible Villain, I am enjoying your evil, Lillith, 10/10 am looking forward to you being even more evil next week.

[toevenexist]

Lights Pt. 10

HELLLOOOO. So here is part ten!! And sorry, its a sorta cliff hanger, BUT ITS FLUFFY, SO SO DAMN FLUFFY!! 

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG!!! LETS SUPPORT EACH OTHER AND SHARE OUR ART!! 

Also please let me know what you think, I’m having a bad time right now and your love always helps!! 

Heres a link to part 9, and a link to my Masterpost. 

@kazziieee @owenandameliaforever@cizavilation @juanitawritings @jia911@francescabuccino@warin-rinnie @aameliashepherd@latetothegreysparty@greysfanpage388@omeliathehurricane @elipcius @greys-is-life-and-whatever@robbinsarizonas @bafy-usy@omeliafics @ameliashepherdgoeshunting @drreporting@erikarayearth41 @martmill @robbinsarizonas

Enjoy!!

“Bend your knees Owen, your back...” Owen stood up straight, screwdriver in his right hand, bending his knees instead of tilting at his hips. They were both situated in what was once their office, now painted warm yellow, with the morning sun carrying a soft glow.

“This is impossible” Owen said, frowning down at the instruction manual, a half assembled crib lay on its side before him. “If you’d let me help” Amelia said, throwing down a folded tiny onesie onto a tall pile and pulling another from the bag sat on a stool beside her. She sat reclined in a rocking chair, sock clad feet crossed at the ankle.

“Nope… you just stay there, I have this” Owen refused, holding up his hand towards her. Amelia sighed, resting her hands atop her bump. Looking down at herself, seeing her bump morph its shape slightly, “the babies are moving like crazy.” Amelia chuckled and pulled up her vest, bunching it under her breasts, revealing her stomach to him. “Look” she said, smiling down, watching the way the pale surface dented out. Owen shuffled on his knees over to her and sat on his feet, grinning, slowly placing his hands against the movement. His hands were hot against her and his touch still made her heart flutter. “Is it getting tight in there?” he said, his soft lips tickling her skin.

“Oh I gave this one to Ellis” Amelia said, pulling a full body onesie from the bag. It was striped red and white with flowers and bumble bees dotted around the fabric. “Its so small” Owen said, taking it and lying it out across her stomach.

“They’ll be even smaller” Amelia told him, sweeping her eyes over his awestruck features.

Owen placed his hands either side of her stomach and eyed the onesie there, Imagining the faces of their two babies. Amelia twisted softly in the chair, and frowned,  “Help me up O, I need to pee” Amelia said, pulling his gaze up to meet hers.

She groaned as she stood, holding onto Owens forearms, her stomach bumped against him. “Okay?” Owen asked her, taking her in, the way her hair bounced against her shoulders, and the glow of her cheeks, dented by her dimples when she smiled, nodding. She lilted her head to the side and smirked, “I’m so huge, I didn’t think this was possible, and to think I’m gonna get bigger.”

“You look beautiful to me.”

“I know, you tell me all the time…” she sighed and ambled to the door, “so much that I’m scared you’ll keep me constantly pregnant till I’m menopausal”

“Ahhggh you’re onto me” he laughed aloud, watching her go.

Amelia chuckled and rolled her eyes, curling her arm around her bump as she made her way down the hall.

“Wait…. Don’t come in, wait there“ Owen sped out into the hall, as Amelia padded back from the bathroom. He made her jump, and the shock caused her to lose her balance slightly, and she grabbed his forearms, grinning. “Okay…jeez”

Owen beamed, breathing “sorry”, walking around Amelia and covering her eyes “Okay, come on…” he pressed against her back and led her into the room. Amelia waddled slowly, holding his wrists.

“Tada” he pulled his hands away, but she kept her eyes closed.  

Owen leaned around her, “Open your eyes Amelia,” slowly she opened them.

“Oh…” she whimpered. Owen pulled her against him and circled his arms around her. Her cheeks dimpled and her eyes gleamed, as she skimmed them around.

Owen rest his chin in the crook of her neck. “What do you think? You like them there?” Owen asked, squeezing her, her skin so warm and giving under his hands. Amelia nodded quickly, tears stringing from her eyes.  He hugged her tighter, “hey” he protested, brushing her bump. She nodded again, smiling tearfully,

“I do” she panted.

Owen pressed a kiss to Amelia’s flush cheek and held her firmly. She ran her hands up and down his arms, and inhaled deeply, flicking her eyes between the two cribs Owen had assembled. “They’re beautiful” Amelia sighed. She stepped forward, slipping slightly from Owen’s arms to stand between the cribs, sliding her hands across the the railings. “They can sleep together for a while, but yeah…. We could paint their names on them” Owen said, stepping towards her.

Amelia turned, meeting his eyes, nodding. “Are you alright? Is this...”

“Yes Owen I am, I really am… they’re beautiful… its perfect” her voice was quiet, she reached for his hand and walked back to him, into his arms. Owen pressed a kiss to the top of her head and held her tighter, she felt so soft in his arms. “Babies are hungry” she muttered, looking up at him, letting him sway her side to side. “Well we can’t have that… what do they fancy”

“Chips, take out chips, with salt and vinegar”

“Hmmmm” Owen smiled , gazing up. Amelia rest her head against his shoulder and gazed up too. “We should go for a drive and get some, eat them somewhere nice”

“Ooh we could take Jilly to the beach.” Owen smirked, kissing her.

“Sounds like a plan” he said, “You hear that, we’re getting you your chips” Owen rose his voice leaning down to Amelia’s bump. She chuckled, “you startled them...Ow”   she flinched too, moving her hand to the spot that one of them had just pummeled. “Oooh, I’m sorry my babies” he sank to his knees and enveloped her, pressing his face against her stomach. “I’m sorry, you were probably sleeping”

“They were, you...bad boy”

“Oh… go back to sleep now, momma’s gonna be moving about and you know that’s your favourite time to sleep, only when she’s still do you like moving about, isn’t that right?” he grins, pressing a firm kiss against her. “Hey no!” Amelia pulled his head back, gently grasping his hair.

“You know it’s true”

“Don’t encourage them… get up old man, your wife needs chips” she said, helping him up. He groaned as he rose and held his back jokingly, “Hey I thought the babies needed the chips!”

“Same damn thing” Amelia quipped, prodding his chest before walking out.

“OH oh, she’s… she’s going in the water… do we have something to dry her?” Amelia said, grinning as Jilly bounded into the waves.

“We do. I think there’s a towel in the truck” Owen told Amelia, setting the food filled bag down on the sand. “Okay” Owen offered Amelia his hands and she took them, letting him help her down to the ground.

“It’s so weird to think there’s two little ladies with us, curled up in there” Owen said sitting down behind Amelia pulling at her shoulders to get her to relax against him. Amelia set a container of chips atop her stomach and sighed, watching Jilly try to bite something beneath a shallow wave. The couple sat in silence, finishing their food before speaking again. Amelia let her eyes fall closed, resting her head back into the crook of Owens neck. A warm and gentle breeze swept over them and Owen held onto her tighter. Amelia felt herself sinking into sleep, soothed by the sound of the waves and the security of Owens embrace.

“Ow… i’m getting a…” she was pulled from her slumber, feeling a tightening sensation wrap around her.

“Braxton hicks? Oh sweetie” Owen comforted, kneading his hands into the Amelia’s sides. She laid her head back against his shoulder and blew out a lengthy breath. Amelia groaned in frustration, “This is one of the most annoying parts of this” she mumbled, turning her face into Owen’s chest. Owen frowned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Is it hurting?” Owen asked her, resting his chin on her shoulder, watching as she clenched and unclenched her hands.

Amelia shook her head, pouting, “It’s just uncomfortable, and the babies….” her stomach muscles slowly loosened and she sighed her words, “the babies don’t like it.”

Owen nodded, kissing her again and sweeping her hair back with his palm. They sat in silence again, Amelia slowly relaxing, smirking as she watched Jilly bound back and forth in the waves. She closed her eyes.

“How about Elma?” Owen’s quiet enquiry broke the silence. Amelia sat with the question for a moment.

“As a name?”

“Yeah”

“Too much like Elmo”

“How about Alma then?”

“Alma” she tested it, opening her eyes for a second to find Jilly digging close to them now.

“Alma Shepherd Hunt… maybe”

“You think of any?” Owen asked, smoothing his hands around her stomach firmly. Amelia hummed. “I like Ivy”

Owen nodded, “That’s pretty, Ivy Shepherd Hunt”

Amelia smiled contently, sinking further into Owens frame.

“Anna” Owen suggested.

“Boring”

“How about Cecelia?”  

“I like that name, there’s lots of shortening’s, Celia, Cece, Lia”

“Celia, I like celia” Owen uttered against her cheek.

“Cecelia Shepherd Hunt” Amelia tested it, and flinched suddenly, feeling one of the babies twist and straighten out inside her. “Is that you? are you a Celia?” Owen questioned, pushing against the movement. Amelia chuckled, feeling flush with joy.

“You know I couldn’t have imagined this moment being any more perfect” Owen told Amelia, clasping both of her hands, eyes watering. Amelia only smiled in agreement, heart thumping harder for a moment as a wave of fear washed over her. She inhaled, and exhaled through her nose, closing her eyes again, reminding herself again and again that there is no shoe about to drop, that there was no curse.

Jilly sped over then, and the couple curled away from her, laughing as she shook the ocean from her fur.

“We should go home before we start to get too cold”

“But Jilly’s still having fun!” Amelia pouted, holding onto Owen’s arms to keep him around her. “Amelia… we can come back” Amelia shivered in response, and a baby thumped her. “See they agree” Owen said, fidgeting and standing up, pulling her up before she could refuse.

“Fine” Amelia groaned, arching her back and digging her fingers into her sides, watching as Owen tidied up and went to retrieve Jilly.

“A… Amelia?” Amelia frowned, hearing her name, spoken by an oddly familiar yet unfamiliar voice. She turned, feeling Owen approach her from behind. There at the edge of the beach was a face from the past, James.

“James?” her first step towards him reminded her of her condition and she realised how she must look to him. His eyes dropped to her stomach. “Hi, Amelia… wow” he pointed at her stomach. She felt Owens hand come to rest against her back, guiding her forward, towards the path, where James stood. “How are you? I… Hi” he locked eyes with Owen.

“Oh, this… this is Owen… my husband, Owen, this is James, a… friend from my time in LA”

The two men shook hands, smiling tightly. “Congratulations?” James, nodded towards Amelia’s stomach. Amelia swallowed hard, and nodded, smiling, feeling suddenly nauseous and dizzy, overwhelmed. “When are you due?”

“We have around two months left to go” Amelia told him, stuttering slightly at first. Owen draped his arm around her.

James’ brows rose and Amelia knew what was coming, saying, “We’re having twins” before he could say anything.   James smiled, a genuine, warm smile, and nodded. “That’s amazing Amelia… congratulations, really”

“What are you doing in seattle?”

“Just visiting a friend, I should actually…” he pointed towards a small group of men, and stepped towards them. “It was really great to see you” he said, smiling tightly.

Amelia nodded, uttering “You too…”, watching him go.

“Alright?” Owen asked her, pulling her mind back. Amelia swallowed her nausea and closed her eyes, turning to him. Jilly sat at Owen’s side, watching the world spin around her. “Let’s go home?” is all Amelia said, stepping towards him and taking his hand.

“Amelia… wake up, we’re home… and there’s someone…” Owen pulled into the drive behind an unfamiliar car. Amelia inhaled sharply and opened her eyes, pressing her hand against the movement of a baby, yawning. “Amelia… there’s someone here” Amelia frowned and shuffled in her seat, trying to gain her bearings, “What the hell, is going on today” she thought aloud.

Owen jumped out of the car, and sped around the back, getting Jilly out before reaching Amelia, who’d stopped trying to get out of the truck alone a few weeks ago.

“It’s a rental car” Amelia said, taking in the licence plate. As they walked around the back of the car, they heard the drivers side door pop open.

“Hello?” Owen called out, stopping when he caught sight of the visitor. Amelia still couldn’t see, her view was blocked by the car. She looked up at Owen and pushed him forward to make way for her. “Hi, Major, hello Am…” eyes froze at the sight of Amelia.

“Mom?” Amelia gripped Owen tighter, feeling her knees weaken.

“Amelia… you’re pregnant” Her mom asked, closing the car door and taking a step towards her daughter. Amelia rocked back against Owen and gasped. “I need to.. “ is all she said before turning where she stood and vomiting. Owen curled over her, smoothing his hand across her back.

“Umm, Come on inside, Mrs Shepherd, I think Amelia needs to lie down” Owen said, straightening Amelia up and pulling her towards the house. Mrs Shepherd stood in shock beside the rental car, watching as the couple passed her, before hurrying to follow them in.

LINK TO CHAPTER 11

I hope you enjoyed it! Please reblog and let me know!!! 

[faejilly]

incoherent 3x08 flaling continued? I guess? It’s like the reaction I never got around to typing out last week just made this week worse? whee?

to be fair @poemsfromthealley mostly said most of what I was thinking last week, so I lived a bit vicariously through that. or something.

but anyways!

How great is Izzy in this episode? I can’t believe I forgot to mention that last time.

just. smart and determined and compassionate and refusing to let Alec be stupidly over-protective of either her or Jace. 

asdfjklgh

(and the way Alec & Izzy turn around in sync, back to back, when they first enter Jace’s mind? the way they both find such different ways to reconnect to their brother. argh. #lightwood family feels.)

but Alec and Magnus

such a mess neither of them saying anything the other one needs to hear even though you can SEE THEM THINKING IT because they may have agreed to put aside their argument and work together neither of them actually knows how

but Alec interrupts Owl!Jace when he’s needling Magnus

(he even raises his voice! angry over-protective Alec)

and Magnus comforts Alec when Owl!Jace is trying to get a rise out of him

(Magnus looks at Alec to make sure he’s ok after the soldier boyfriend crack)

neither thinks much of Lilith’s attempts to get to them personally but Owl Demon is super not allowed to bother the boyfriend ever 

(but they still don’t say the things to each other)

but when Magnus does ask them to hurry, Alec hears him

gah

everyone needs a hug, come on show, more hugs 

also gosh, Clary is such a ruthless, beautiful, selfish, vibrantly arrogant soul and I love her. what a good disaster!child

[faejilly]

there is just

no fucking way I’m going to survive this season

I couldn’t even type words while watching to liveblog

couldn’t do it

I’m gonna die

CATARINA! 

LUKE BEING DAD TO CLARY AND IZZY

SIMON AND MAIA ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER

CLARY IS LOVELY ILU BB GIRL

/I even feel for Jace periodically what is this black magic how 

plus like HOW DARE YOU WITH THAT FACE and those LINES ALEC HOW

you are ridiculous and amazing and I love you and you love Magnus so much

we all love Magnus so much

HOW IS EVERYTHING SO BEAUTIFUL

(I even adore Lillith as villain she’s so good at being evil and her face is also amazing and I

how

hlep)

[faejilly]

author interview

tagged by @twistedsinews tagging: anyone who wants to blame me! (also, uh... no pressure: @junemermaid @jadesabre301 @firstaudrina @fancytrinkets @laughingmagnus)

Name

jilly

Fandoms:

Shadowhunters is most active atm, but historically also BioWare (Mass Effect/Dragon age) and whatever catches my eye re: Yuletide or the occassional gifty-prompt-fill-type-thing

Where You Post:

AO3, and I try to cross-post here on tumblr and on twitter (and occasionally I even think to mention a thing in a discord server or two?)

Most Popular One-Shot:

By hits/kudos, two are halves of one

By comments/bookmarks, i cannot touch because they are too near

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story:

Finished (tho only about 22k words, so it’s still not really long-fic for all it’s not a one-shot either): with an if in its soul

WIP: I am for you

Favorite Story You Wrote:

fAV0riTe?!

that’s an impossible nebulous criterion wtf

uh

today I am going to pick out of some dreaming tree

Because Fairy Tales! (In tone, not specifics.)

There’s a plot! (Said plot is a quest and very straightforward, but still!)

(because a dash of speculative metaphysics!)

BECAUSE THERE’S A FOREST THAT (sometimes) EATS PEOPLE! Or Demons. And stuff?

Romance and sex magic! Flirting over weird magical investigations! (My favorite lady Cat makes tea!) It was for a BANG. It’s the only Bang-Fic I’ve ever finished! It has pretty art!

It’s a good story, y’all should give it a try. (Even if I haven’t sucked you into watching the joyfully sincere trash-fire that is Shadowhunters. It’s Very AU! It stands alone whether you know the SH canon or not!)

Story You Were Nervous to Post:

known subjects because that is a heck of a niche fic, it’s about an OC designed to fit the fusion setting (Criminal Minds’ BAU) rather than the fandom the other characters are from (Shadowhunters), it’s an outsider POV of the main ship rather than being about said ship... It is basically five steps sideways from all the things that usually attract readers but wow, am I ever so glad I wrote it and posted it anyways.

I love Fuller. I may very well stick him into my actual-Shadowhunters-canon fic as a background character some day. <3

How You Choose Your Titles:

For Malec I cruise my way through my e.e. cummings complete poems book until I find a thing I like and then I poke at it ‘til a line falls out

For everything else I reference the canon or do something relatively literal, an emotion or an event or a description of the main character. Sometimes I grab someone else’s poetry or song lyrics! (I like things besides cummings, who knew. Me. I knew.)

/I’m bad at titles, y’all. SO BAD. Sometimes I get an AO3 email and don’t recognize my own title and have to click the link to figure out what fic someone liked. I honestly have no idea why anyone ever clicks on my fic, I am not good at selling them 😅

Complete:

Uh. Published? I have 104 completed fics on AO3!

(Excluding fanmixes (because not fic!) & ficlet collections, because counting those/their chapters gets REALLY WEIRD AND EXCESSIVE VERY QUICKLY.)

In-complete:

(published, and again excluding ficlet collections because those are both always finished and yet potentially never done)

FOUR:

12 Moons is an old DA2 game prequel fic that will never ever get any more but a few people seemed to quite like so I haven’t taken it down.

Persephone Rising is a Mass Effect collaborative fic, and my two co-authors and I just cannot seem to line up for writing together again, so it probably won’t ever get any more, but you never know. Life is weird. It could happen.

Next is if broken hearts were whole, (Malec soulmarks fic!) which I am still working on but I’m not going to post again until it’s all done. (To avoid more things like those first two.)

And last is i am for you, my epistolary!fluff fic! I posted a chapter for it last week and it’s actually pretty close to the end? Should only be a couple more chapters, I just have to, you know, actually write them.

Do You Outline:

I wish. So much no.

Coming Soon / Not Yet Started:

More Clizzy post-canon fic. It appears to be turning into ficlets rather than a long-fic, but IDK, we’ll see what happens.

I also have a wing!fic that is remarkably about politics more than wings, some relationship reconciliation/Pandemonium Porn, a s3 retelling/sequel to with an if in its soul, mer!Alec sequels, priest!kink, a weird mafia/procedural/omegaverse thing that was SUPPOSED to be a sex!farce and isn’t cooperating, a Practical Magic thing I want to do for Halloween and MANY MANY Shadowhunters CODAS/FICLETS.

And maybe some day I’ll dig the Persuasion!AU or the pro-bono-porn or the sequel to out of some dreaming tree out of the archive and try them again. Or some #7kpp fic, or the Code: Realize and Scarecrow & Mrs. King epilogues I started!

My brain is full of possibilities. I don’t actually finish a lot of them though, clearly. 😳😅🙃

Do You Accept Prompts:

Yes. I may not fill them, but I am never unhappy to receive them. <3

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write

Malec Arranged Marriage AU. I did a twitter thread on why I like this particular trope, like, literally two years ago and then I tried to write it for the 3b countdown thing but realized very quickly that it was going to be MUCH TOO BIG to finish in time, and started something else (Pandemonium Porn iirc?) which also didn’t cooperate, and then I finally managed i cannot touch because they are too near instead! And now I’ve pulled the Arranged Marriage back out for the @wipbigbang​ this year so HOPEFULLY YOU WILL ALL SEE IT AT LAST IN AUGUST.

[faejilly]

@unrestrainedlyexcessive replied to your post “I just saw one of my nonSH mutuals complaining in the tags of a SH...”

Ugh, I wish I knew how you did it. I have BEGGED others to join me.

ahh, see that’s the trick

I have asked no one to watch it with me

I have simply wailed repeatedly in their presence about how much I love everyone in the show

and some of them are still uninterested

and some of them have said ugh but TAWSNBN is awful 

to which I reply BUT SHE HATES THE SHOW!

and sometimes that’s enough and sometimes it’s not, fair point, CC is awful

BUT, if they have no CC opinions and or concede the point

at some point when they’ve got a free moment they recall me yelling and try the first episode

and a few of them thought it was awful and gave me a wtf is wrong with you jilly sort of reply

and the rest of them joined me in the emotional spiral of melodrama and delight and horror and malec <3 (and being very gay for pretty ladies, most of them, that’s an important point too)

[faejilly]

the jar of maraschino cherries says the serving size is one cherry 

If I was going to be that stingy why would I BUY MY OWN?

my actual serving: at least three plus pouring extra juice into my breakfast dreamsicle BECAUSE I AM AN ADULT fight me cherry jar 

or don’t, because that would be messy and I’d rather eat another cherry

oh wait I started this post for replies. whee?

theherocomplex replied to your post “Theia Hawke because she's beautiful and deadly and *mad heart eyes*”

Ugggh such a dreamer (who could kill me!). <3

breadedsinner replied to your post “A hard choice, but I always thought Theia Hawke was super pretty!”

What a jawline, I was correct in my assessment

Theia is gracious in her acceptance of your entirely expected compliments ;)

(Thank you my darlings, gosh I love my #precious blood princess a lot. <3)

evilsapphyre replied to your post “10 Things”

Awww precious Jade to go with precious Jilly <3

aww,w thank you *blush.gif* She is a pretty awesome dog, even if she LEAPT at the window by the door the last time pizza got delivered *sighs*headdesk* 

luckily pizza delivery guy laughed 

twistedsinews replied to your post “aw fuck I’ve been out of sorts lately, and not really around, so I see...”

*blanket*

jessaknits replied to your post “aw fuck I’ve been out of sorts lately, and not really around, so I see...”

**hugs** Adulting sucks. (My drafts folder is a mess too, for similar reasons.) 

evilsapphyre replied to your post “aw fuck I’ve been out of sorts lately, and not really around, so I see...”

*HUGS*

probablylostrightnow replied to your post “aw fuck I’ve been out of sorts lately, and not really around, so I see...”

*hugs* My drafts = where memes go to die.

evilsapphyre replied to your post “I am an adult, and I am going to take better care of myself, I say as...”

If I could, I would come sit on the couch with you and just not-adult alongside you. <3

THANK YOU ALL OF YOU! ALL THE HUGS!

*letmeloveyou.gif*

I’m gonna see if I can clear some of it out today, just so I feel less inept? We shall see.

ameliacgormley replied to your post “@musanocturnis​, @servantofclio​, @probablylostrightnow​,...”

Ugh don't you hate it when you type a reply but then you click NEXT to the "Reply" button instead of on it and the whole thing just disappears and you don't know if it went through or not? In case it didn't...

1) YAY On watching SH! I hope you're having fun! How far have you gotten? Isn't Magnus amazing? Hit my inbox up and gush, or I can give you my email, whichever.

2) I'm right there with you on the field trip stuff. Seriously, you have my deepest, deepest sympathies.

the first one did not, so thank you!

I ended up telling Thing 2′s teacher I couldn’t make it, and she was very gracious, and he had a very good time with a friend of his and his Dad as chaperone instead of me, (probably a better time than he would have with me, honestly), but I felt very bad about it and the husband managed to stab the wound on his way out the door (accidentally, he is also having a craptastic week) so yesterday involved crying and napping. I hate my brain. *SIGHS FOREVER*

I have passed through the crying feels into the hard candy shell of NO FUCKS LEFT TO GIVE however, to mangle one of my fave Hyperbole and a Half strips, so that’s something. Now I just have to use the feels to get something done today? Just one thing. Should kick me out of the hole enough I can enjoy my b-day tomorrow DOING NOTHING except maybe going swimming or something ridiculous like that?

AND YES I am enjoying SH immensely, it is quite joyful.

/flailing is honestly on the to-do list, I just have to attempt some phone calls or dishes or laundry first :D