chicadificil:

girlinplaits:

chicadificil:

girlinplaits my lovely Hannah! Look what came in the mail today! I am blown away, they are so beautiful! I can’t wait to frame the prints and drink some tea out of the mug! Thank you for sharing your art and a little piece of yourself with the fandom! Getting a little emotional here jelly shoe twin so I am going to end this post before we end up 2 crying messes! Xo!

Fandom if you haven’t purchased anything from Hannah please do the prints are absolutely beautiful and the mug is amazing!

chicadificil Ahhhh! I just did some internal screaming. (because screaming out loud at 0:38am isn’t acceptable when you’re home and your younger brother and parents are asleep…)

but seriously, AHHHH!! I was scrolly scrolling through my dash and I saw this and was all “hey that looks familiar- WAIT ONE MINUTE.” 
whelp!

Thankyou so much for buying my sturrfff Alyssa! I hope you like them!
EEEeeeep! You have been truly wonderful and lofferly throughout this whole process. I am very lucky to have gotten to know you! gush gush gush CHEESE! - Wrap it up Hannah quick! haha.

Thankyou lovely!! xx

Aww my Hannah! Go to sleep my love, wishing you mmfd dreams! Xo!

Awesome! Can’t wait to get my mug!!!

Reblog if you’re just a hardcore shipper. Doesn’t matter the shipping or the fandom, just your love for your pairings is so intense you actually get flutters in your belly just thinking about it.

chicadificil:

greenangelheart:

It finally occurred to me to google endemictoearth's new fic title '613.9', because I realised this wouldn't be just random.  I feel so Elizabethan right now cracking hidden codes and messages.

OMG greenangelheart bless you for googling 613.9! You made me cackle a little bit and librarians don’t cackle in the library! I feel like I need to get overtime thanks to endemictoearth because yesterday I was on my phone looking up National Library of Medicine call numbers to classify her library fanfic! I was thinking too Shawna since, “613.9” is a work of fiction it should really have a author call number (excuse my library nerd moment)? Also yes Steph I think there are quite a few library babes in the fandom: 14000romances hohumi sapphicsideshow plus Shawna and I!

Heh heh heh! I felt like I was being lazy with that title, but it’s a fun puzzle, right? *wink wink nudge nudge*

Q

Anonymous asked:

I've noticed that you don't write any Future fics so I was wondering how you picture Rae's university and adult life to be like?

A

Okay, so I’M NOT SURE WHAT THIS IS. I never realized I hadn’t ever written a future fic, but I sure as heck hadn’t! This sort-of-prompt got me thinking, so here’s this sort-of-fic? It’s mega-disjointed, but I’m not entirely unhappy with it, so … 

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When We’re Older

When you try to snuff yourself out … twice … before you even get to college, well … you learn. If you survive yourself, you learn to deal with just how temporary everything is. How little control you have over things. How to let yourself savor the things you enjoy and endure the things you don’t. We all learn these things, but when you remember that you almost didn’t have a chance to have experiences or memories, they tend to stick.

Rae never thought she’d have a boyfriend, until she did. She never thought she’d get married, until she was. She’d lived her life not expecting much and, as a result, she ended up being surprised and delighted pretty often. 

Coping mechanisms from therapy really helped her deal with the sad stuff, like when Mrs. Dewhurst passed away, or when Finn’s dad got sick with cancer and they sat with him through treatments every two weeks for a year and a half, or even when Archie moved to bloody Boston to teach at Harvard. She learned that the good stuff wasn’t any less good because there was bad stuff. She used to let the bad stuff overshadow everything, thought it was more important, but now she knew that stuff was just stuff, and it’s up to us to determine how important it is. 

Chop and Izzy married. Too young, really. They were separated within the year and Izzy was back with her mum and dad. They were both too proud to admit either of them had caused the break-up, so Rae and Finn had to get them to sit down and talk about things. Izzy shoved the divorce papers across the pub table, yelling, “Why won’t ya just sign ‘em?” Chop screaming back, “‘Cause I fuckin’ love ya, Izzy! I always will!” And when he set his jaw and turned away to keep her from seeing the tears in his eyes, Izzy grabbed his face to kiss him. “Why didn’t ya say that six months ago, ya daft bugger?” Together ever since.

Rae had tried to break up with Finn when she went to uni. Said, “We don’t know what will happen; you could meet someone else. I don’t want to get in your way.” Finn looked down to mumble, “More likely you’ll meet someone else.” Rae scoffed at the notion. “Well, you’d better not, ‘cause I kind of like you being in my way; showin’ me the way.” Rae shoved his shoulder with hers, but then got serious again. “If you do, though—“ Finn shut her up a little bit with a long and lingering kiss. “I won’t. Don’t need to look for anyone else. I’ve already got the best girl in the world.”

Chloe did two years at uni, met a bloke, and dropped out to get married. Someone should have told her it wasn’t lather, rinse and repeat with marriage, because she met another bloke, got divorced from the first, married the next, and was onto her third marriage by the time she was 35. Two lovely kids to show for her troubles, though. Girl and a boy, two different dads (Husband #1 for the girl; husband #3 for the boy.) And, through it all, Rae was still her best friend.

Finn started out on the lowest rung at a recording studio in Peterborough, fetching coffee and humping boxes of demo tapes. After persistently hanging around, volunteering for overtime and bringing in new business, he transferred to the London studio. “Big time,” Rae said quietly over the phone from the apartment she shared with two other girls in Hull. “My offer still stands, y’know. If you meet someone … more excitin’—“ Finn sighed. “Will ya stop tryin’ to break up wi’ me every other minute?”

With Finn in London, Rae had a destination when she graduated. She must have applied to every paper and magazine from Epping to Wimbledon, passing up several much better salaries to work for a little music magazine that let her write about her favorite bands and review concerts. 

Since she only made a pittance, they didn’t even have to discuss her moving in with Finn. They just did it, because it made sense. Because they made sense, even after years, even after Rae tried to “set him free” on no fewer than three occasions, and then … even after Finn got down on one knee that windy Spring day on Hampstead Heath and Rae said no because she was too embarrassed. When he asked her again as they lay in bed listening to the rain that the wind brought, she whispered yes.

Their wedding was small and simple. Rae didn’t buy a white dress, though Linda tried to convince her she’d regret it if she didn’t, but Rae knew she’d regret it if she did. Linda gave in, faster than she ever did when both they lived under that roof that Linda paid for, but insisted on wearing a ridiculous hat from Debenhams. Rae’s little sister Jasmine was their flower girl; they didn’t have bridesmaids or groomsmen. Not because they didn’t have the friends for it, but because they didn’t need anyone else up there with them. The two of them were enough.

They’d always meant to talk about having kids. Rae was fairly ambivalent, and while Finn thought he’d like to, they were both always busy with their jobs and lives and they weren’t sure where a kid would have fitted in. Plus, between Chop and Izzy’s three, Chloe’s two, and Jasmine … they felt connected to a lot of children. And one day it just seemed like they’d left it too late. 

Finn asked Rae, on another rainy night in bed, decades after asking her to marry him, “Do you wish we had? Do you regret it?” She was quiet a long time before she answered, almost long enough that Finn had begun to think that the silence was her answer. Finally, she said, “No. I like our lives. I love you. It’s not that we couldn’t have made room for a child, but … we didn’t need one, either.” Finn sighed with relief; Rae always found a way to say the things he could find the words for. They’d been enough for each other for a long time. It seemed they always would.

chicadificil:

endemictoearth:

There have been some amazing mixtapes and music suggestions, both to the show timeline and more recent songs that are reminiscent of our beloved show and its characters. I look to slothpaws, chicadificil, 14000romances, and many others who know their music to fill my ears with their…

Shawna this is amazing! Fiona Apple has always been a fave of mine and I love how you went through the songs that resonated with each character and analyzed the lyrics! I do this too and I do it more excessively after watching MMFD! I often say that this show has ruined my music appreciation but it has truly amplified it and made it grow exponentially and I see the same effect has occured with you, 14000romances and other fandom loves! I always say that music heals but I also believe music makes you think as you did this lovely music rec! Off to find my copy of this cd! Yep fandom loves chicadificil still owns CDs! Also thanks for mentioning my playlists in your post! Xo!

Thanks! It makes me so happy to see you and slothpaws (and adaftmyriad!) chime in with any level of agreement on matters musical. :) 

And I love your playlists! Trying to think of a girl group song to contribute to your latest collaborative effort. xoxo

ch1darkcy:

endemictoearth:

Looks like SOMEONE fingered Rae eight times.

UNDER HER JEANS.

(ch1darkcy, remember this? Heh heh heh. Now he knows!)

Aghh this scene, one of my so favorites, I need a gifset of the “he fingered me 8 times”…

And I do remember :D oh that fic made me so happy… I need moaaar. No pressure I can wait hahaha
(I’m so in the mood to ask for fics, I’m not even ashamed)

My list of fics to be written is growing pretty fast! (It’s on the pile, though …)

A Matter of Trust (Part 7/??)

storey-time:

A/N: Uh. I got nothin’. Enjoy! :) xx

Rae woke Saturday morning with a colossal ache in her head and a heaviness in her stomach. Wait, no. Not in her stomach, on her stomach.

What is that? Oh my god. That’s not my arm!!

Her eyes flashed open and she immediately regretted this decision as the sun coming through the window sent an extreme wave of nausea over her already insulted tummy.

Hold on. This isn’t my room.

She ever so carefully turned her face to the left to take in a breathtaking, sound asleep Finn.

What the actual fuck! How did I? When did I? Oh, shit. We didn’t…

Rae carefully picked up Finn’s navy blue comforter to make sure she was still wearing clothes.

Phew.

It didn’t take long for Rae to remember the events that went on the night before.

I tried to leave. Finn wouldn’t let me. Told me to sleep in his bed. With him. He really opened up to me. He cried. He cuddled me in his sleep. And I think my ovaries exploded at some point…

Rae cautiously tried to get out from underneath Finn’s arm without waking him but to no avail. The last time she tried to wriggle away from him, he cuddled closer and she started to wonder why she was trying to so hard to get away in the first place. She turned from her back to her side to get a better look at him.

God damn. This man hit the fuckin’ jackpot in the looks department. He is so beautiful, inside and out, with one of those faces that was just made to be looked at and a heart that was meant for nothin’ but to give and receive love.

Rae watched him sleep for what felt like hours but knew it was probably only 10 minutes. She felt his chest rise and fall next to hers and watched his eyes twitch slightly as he watched the movie of his dreams. She watched as his luscious lips curled in a small smile at what he was imagining.

What I wouldn’t give to feel those lips on mine.

She went to move the fringe on his forehead out of his eyes when he suddenly inhaled deeply and stuttered awake. Rae quickly pretended like she was just waking up herself.

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Caught up on this one … WHEW! I can’t even TYPE that guy’s name, but GO AWAY. Why do exes always turn up like a bad penny just when you’re about to start something new? IT NEVER FAILS. Anxiously awaiting the next chapter!

Q

Anonymous asked:

Do you think there will be a season 3?

A

fwnsias:

I don’t know. Something is clearly being worked out right now. I think E4’s tweet about wanting to have the ‘dream team’ assembled is the most telling. If I HAD to guess, I’m thinking Bidwell might be the issue. I don’t think S2 was that easy for him to write? Maybe they’re even looking into the possibility of doing it with other writers. I don’t know. But I don’t think that door is definitively closed, I think they’re probably just discussing things, perhaps more casually than we would like.

My (completely unsubstantiated) prediction that I’ve been thinking for a while is that they’re working things out to do some sort of movie or special. Maybe an hour or two long. And honestly, if I had to choose between another season or a film, I’d take the latter— and I’m NEVER usually the one to want TV shows to do movies— quite the opposite. But I think it would be the optimal thing here.

I wonder if they decide to do a film if Tom would be on board to write it, but if they did another series if he’d step back? I think one of the lovely ladies who met Nico this weekend reported he said something along the lines of “they should at least do a movie,” so I wonder if it has been mentioned as a possibility to the cast? 

I’d take whatever they are willing to give us, frankly.