drink me or i'll drown in a sea of giants

[gyzym]

Right, okay, KNOW I HAVE NOT POSTED IN FOREVER, am working on setting up my blog/exciting RL developments/writing a fic that you're all going to murder me for because it's...er...a Veronica Mars fic but I JUST NEED TO WRITE IT, OKAY, I JUST CAN'T HELP MYSELF. That story, as well as the link to my blog, will be up as soon as they're both ready to go

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[postcardmystery]

"I can see that," Eames murmurs. "You're a rather fetching shade of pale, darling, did you know?"

"Fuck off," Arthur says, and totally doesn't shudder.

"No," Arthur corrects, "you will occasionally indulge in eating my sandwich when I use Jif, and then you complain about the taste on the roof of your mouth for hours and I have to listen to you, so give me back the Peter Pan or suffer the fucking consequences."

"Oh, like it's any less embarrassing when you harass the people at the bakery about allergies I don't even fucking have--"

"Do you have any idea how impossible you are?" Eames demands. "Do you? Because honestly, darling, I think you've set a new standard."

"I'm going back to the fucking ice cream aisle," Arthur snaps. "You are too ridiculous to even talk to."

"If you don't get pistachio I'm moving out!" Eames yells after him. Arthur flips him his middle finger and ignores the scandalized look a passing grandmother throws his way.

"But you'd regret it," Eames says against his ear

[gyzym]

OKAY A) BEST MACRO EVER

AND B) THIS FUCKING FIC, POSTCARD. I didn't intend to write it, it was an accident, but I just needed an ending where Logan and Veronica aren't such dsfhdjskfs BITCHES, BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY OTP'D THEM AND DIDN'T WANT TO, and the only way I can make that okay is by writing a fic where they're adults and I can actually not feel guilty about being so enthralled by their stupid love dsjfdnfsdf. IT'S ALREADY 6,000 WORDS LONG KILL ME

[postcardmystery]

A) I KNOW, RITE?

B) NO NO NO THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED, TOO, FOR THEM TO JUST THEIR SHIT TOGETHER AND JUST ON WITH THINGS INSTEAD OF THEIR ENDLESS MÖBIUS STRIP OF ANGST. BECAUSE MY GOD, HOW MUCH FAIL CAN ONE RELATIONSHIP HAVE? ARE YOU KIDDING THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST THING EVER. EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR.

[gyzym]

NO LIKE, SERIOUSLY, IT'S 10 YEARS DOWN THE LINE AND THEY'RE BOTH LIVING IN NYC AND VERONICA'S IN THE FBI AND LOGAN'S A REPORTER, WHAT EVEN IS THIS

ALSO: MOBIUS STRIP OF ANGST, BEST DESCRIPTION OF THEM EVER, *DIES*

[maga_nw]

This verse~ Always amazing :)

[gyzym]

Eee, thanks so much! :D

[gollumgollum]

AAAAAAH! *flails* I LOVE Eames totally playing sick!grumpy!Arthur! And god, HOW DO YOU MAKE GROCERY STORE FIGHTING SO AMAZING? And so PERFECT? *iz ded*

(Also, dammit woman, i can't believe you've got me looking forward to a VM fic. *tries to glare and fails*)

[gyzym]

GROCERY STORE FIGHTING IS JUST A REALITY OF LIVING WITH SOMEONE. Like, I wish it wasn't, but it totally totally is. Everyone has had a grocery store fight. EVERYONE.

(DON'T GET EXCITED THIS STUPID FIC IS SO STUPID)

[gollumgollum]

Yeah. But theirs is made of win and apologies-even-if-they're-not-really-sorry-but-maybe-a-little, whereas mine always end up in sulking and a week's worth of food i don't want to eat. So maybe i'm a little jealous. (;

(Still excited! Damn you.)

[saveyoursanity]

I have never had a grocery store fight. It's very tragic, now that I think about it, especially since I've lived with two partners (separately) for 18 months and then nearly two years.

The first one was agoraphobic and so I did all the grocery store shopping by myself, the second one was something of a stoner and extremely laid-back.

I feel as though I'm missing something.

[heyheyrenay]

I am pretty sure I read the bit about you + writing + Veronica Mars fic and EXPLODED FROM JOY. *____*

[two_if_by_sea]

DOMESTICITY IS THREATENING VIOLENCE OVER ICE CREAM CHOICES. ~chinhands~