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Someone stop me from making a Francis blog. (It’d be more historically based along with the show Reign) or a Lola blog, I’m leaning more towards Francis tho.

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So there was a change of plans, which I’m happy about because my chances of seeing my nephew NOW are greater by this plan. I’m sad about the circumstances of it changing, but I won’t complain that they have...if that makes sense? My cousins daughter has pneumonia and quite frankly I don’t want that no matter how much I love her, so we changed Christmas plans from Monday to Friday/Saturday of next week.

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So I’m here but briefly. My sister in law has preeclampsia, and it got so bad that she had to be admitted and induced TODAY. And somehow somewhere in the mist of the chaos of unplanned labor I came up and he brought me up? And me wanting to apologize to people who don’t deserve it? So what I’m doing, or I just did, is I wrote a letter, typed it up, and I’m sending it to these two piece of shit, God awful human beings muchless sorry excuses for parents without a return address and really letting them know what I think. If you wanna read it by all means its under the cut

Dear Penny and Dad,

          I had absolutely no intention what so ever in writing you a letter or even contacting you in some other form. When Ryan, my kids, & myself left, I planned on never turning back. But after I decided to rekindle what I could with my brother, he's now wanting me to apologize to the both of you. And that's where I'm confused. Because for what am I apologizing for? For helping you both when you needed me, no questions asked? For doing MORE than my share? For loving the both of you unconditionally? I would've done anything for either of you & as would have Ryan. Until things started to go sour & they went sour fast. Very fast. All anyone ever did was tear us apart. It felt like the more we did, the more you both expect, & the more ungrateful/angry you got. In the beginning all of us worked well together, and I feel I did everything and then some to help ease the stress of Penny's current condition, Ryan too. We took care of a farm we never asked for, took care of five indoor animals that we didn't really want, and took care of a house, that was made clear, would never be ours in the end. We wanted to make sure both of you had no worries home front and I'd do it all over again – if I wasn't treated so damn poorly. Do I thank you for everything you did for Ryan & I ( including the kids )? Absolutely. But did you guys ever really thank us for what we did for you? Not once. Unless it was something extreme, not once was a thank you passed from you to us. What really started us going down hill from what I remember is Penny sitting on the porch with myself, Ryan wasn't there neither was Dad, and her telling me I should allow Ryan to adopt Rachel, divorce Ryan than turn around and collect child support – like a judge wouldn't see that as a trap or anything. I kept that from Ryan & that's when there began issues with Ryan & I. I will choose my marriage over anyone but my kids. So I chose my marriage and came clean, and there I saw that you guys didn't really want Ryan there with me or you. And I made it clear, to have me and my kids, you had to have Ryan; I thought you accepted that, but I guess not. The fights got worse, the anger behind each words you could hear even to the most naive of ears. But what do I have to apologize about? Leaving the way I did? Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have done that, but come on, be honest with yourself because I saw the proof, neither of you wanted us there. You were growing tired of both of us being there and I just made it easy on both of you instead of being made to look like the bad guy, I took that blame. And now my brother thinks I'm the worst kind of evil for doing something Penny wanted, or does “If she wants to leave, then LEAVE!!! I don't care!!” not ring any bells? I got tired of the talking behind my back and funny thing is the disgusting things you guys said even in the “privacy” of your own messages, I would never dream of saying about my own worst enemy, much less who you claimed to be your “daughter”. If at any point someone deserved an apology, I don't feel I deserve one, nor do either of you, it'd be Ryan because all he wanted was to please his in laws and develop a relationship with them, just like I did, but nothing he ever did was good enough. Nothing. Due to this, I would prefer to not contact either of you anymore. The events that unfolded while we lived down there is just too much for me to completely relive all over again and if that makes me a terrible person than I'll be one, for my sanity and my families well-being. Also, if that risks my chances at having a brother because I refuse to apologize for something that God only knows what it is, than I guess I'm going to have to finally take a stand, and stop being a push over.

Sincerely,

Katherine

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psa;

To make it more known to people that I’m NOT ignoring them, this weekend is Christmas weekend, which is filled with a lot of fun, but busy, busy, busy me. Tomorrow starts my oldest’s Christmas vacation, and I have several errands to run tomorrow, than several things to do Saturday such as cleaning and going to a friends to thank them for the gift cards we received for the kids among other things, Sunday I have to go to my in laws and then Monday is Christmas got LOTS of cooking & prepping to do, than that evening is followed by going to my cousins and spending the night. Best way to reach me is on discord. If you don’t know it and you want it, IM ME!!! Inbox me, I will not be posting it because of creepy people. & replies may be slow, but bare with me.

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So my husband and I are thinking of expanding our family if not next year than the following. And I’m kinda really excited because I’ve wanted to since my son was 1 and he always shut me down. SURPRISINGLY this conversation happened over a dream that he asked me to take my birth control out XD

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Just so everyone knows who I follow or who has followed me, I’ve yet to make a post like this before, but it’s becoming more and more of what I see now a days. I see people requiring passwords for rules, and that just makes me severely uncomfortable, so if that password is contingent on us writing together -- count me out. You’ll just have to trust me that I read your rules when I follow you.

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                   He was almost glad she could see right through the police thing, because he wasn’t an officer and he’d be very bad at pretending to be one for an extended amount of time. She did answer some of his questions. So he wasn’t supposed to see the body, he’d assumed so, but she used the word mundane. Whatever a mundane was, he was not one, enabling himself to see these people and the dead body. She was getting angry and going off on him, so he took a precautionary step back, only half listening to her little rant. He was racking his brain, trying to figure out exactly WHAT she was. Could it be something he’d never encountered before? Some kind of species?  It was just his luck that he’d tuned back into what she was saying, when she revealed her name to him, and he felt both his hearts do a little jump. Clary? What were the odds. “I’m not a police officer. I’m not any KIND of police officer, I’m a traveler” He left out the word TIME for now. “So now that we’re telling each other the truth, what are you and your friends Clary?” the name tasted bitter in his mouth. “You can see I’m not a mundane” he didn’t know what the term meant, but he figured he was not one.

Oh by the Angel, this man was going to be death of himself if he kept talking. She had a job to do and if not done properly, she’d lose it. She has the head of the Institute, a good place in her life -- the last thing she needed was one man, one CRAZY man ruining that and screwing everything up. “Then why bother lying? Thinking you’re going to get some answers that your curious mind wants?” Her tone led on that she was irritated, but in all reality, her temper was having a hard time controlling itself. “Yeah a traveler, right.” She executed a perfect eye roll before landing back on the older man. “If you don’t know what we are, then you don’t need to be here. The idea of another world might give someone of your...age a heart attack.”

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                      Even if he was a physician, he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, you can’t exactly reverse death. His psychic paper seemed to fail him, as it did sometimes, and he was left with the identity of a new York police officer to this girl. “Ah— no. I’m in the right place. This is exactly where I’m meant to be, and I’d appreciate it if you answered a few questions about that body” He paused and gave her a stern look. “I’m a police officer” he lied, raising his voice, attempting to intimidate her, just a little. “This is MY job, what do you think you’re doing?” his accent thickened the more frustrated he got with this girl. Clara would have known what to say. “What is your name anyways?” Police officers liked to ask for your name, he guessed.

The smile on Clary’s face only edged more as he said the word police. Did he not realize, if he could see the crime scene, that they were the police for this situation? This was all very confusing, and she hadn’t had the training, or maybe skipped a chapter in the books with the title ‘How to deal with a crazy man’. If she had a Shadowhunter for Dummies book she’d toss it at his head. “No, you’re not.” She said simply, but assured. “If you were a mundane officer, you couldn’t see the crime scene. It’s glamoured. And in this situation, my friends, the group behind me, is the ‘police’ if you will. The one’s with the tattoos.” She may have been naive once upon a time, but as time progressed so did her knowledge. “Your job is annoying me when I have a dead body killed and drained of its blood? That’s your job? Well you’re doing a fantastic job. Tell your bosses you get an A+” She sighed, this man was absolutely losing his mind. “Clary. My name's Clary, now that we have that down, can I get back to doing my job.”

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prodromoi:

well wasn’t this fun  ??  there’s a  breath as his  shoulders roll. he wasn’t hitting on  her. not yet  anyway. besides he was just starring off into space like some buffoon. ❝hostility  sarcasm.❞ his hands lifts && it teeters from side to side. ❝you know, that MAY have been the case. we do have a lot of rocks back home in greece. ❞      

“Haven’t you heard of playful banter? You need to lighten up a little, life doesn’t need to be THAT serious.” She said reassuringly. It was just her personality coming out, which it tends to do often around people like him. “Greece? You’re Greek? What’s Greece like?” The question seemed to pour out with nothing but pure astonishment at his statement.

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Like this for a starter.

disclosure: this starter call is one that is permanent, meaning I can post you one any time I want, regardless of how many threads we have. Ideas included but not limited to: plotting*, wishlist, etc.  * - I will NOT do all the work for plotting, it is a collaborated effort.

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lilithbcrn:

                    he kissed her slowly, taking the time to wind his fingers in her hair and start out with light soft kisses, kisses that spoke of the years to come between them. he was feeling a bit romantic which wasn’t normal for him. christmas was usually a holiday he spent with valentine and he was under no delusions that this was the best christmas he’d ever had. he pulled away from the kiss, finally, he wasn’t shaking anymore. “i have waffle batter ready… you want some?” 

     This was the softer side, the one with less destruction in his wake, the side she adored and couldn’t seem to get enough of. She knew that having one side meant she had to take the other, but here lately, there hasn’t been much of that side. As he pulled away from her a smile edged on her lips, growing with each second that passed, “You’re going to make breakfast too? Have you out done yourself? But yes I would love some.”

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lilithbcrn:

                   sebastian leaned in and kissed her sweetly. “i didn’t think a ring would be… appropriate. but i wanted you to have something pretty that reminded you of me.” he sighed, he was really glad she liked it, “here let me help you put it on.” he was still shaking slightly, probably because the only person who had ever provoked remotely human emotions from him was here, looking at him like he was the best thing since sliced bread. he took the necklace and put her hair to one side, unclasped it and put it on her neck, it hung down perfectly… “you’re perfect.” 

      All things considered, no it wouldn’t be appropriate, but she didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. A ring could symbolize many things, not just marriage, she was sure that never came up when he was thinking things through. “Well, you surely concurred that.” She said, spinning around, holding her hair up above and off of her neck. The red head turned back around, the diamond necklace fitting perfectly around her neck and down to her collar bones that seemed to poke out more than before. “No it’s perfect, and I love you, Sebastian.” She said linking her arms around his neck, her lips finding his in a delicate, tender kiss.

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                   Why was it so important who he was? To him, that was the least important question. There was a body lying on the ground in broad daylight, wouldn’t the more important question be who they were, and what happened? The Doctor didn’t blame the girl for getting her priorities mixed up, people always seemed to fixate on who he was, even in times of crisis. “I’m the Doctor” simply put, that was the answer that he’d had. “I have a badge—” Times like this was when his psychic paper came in handy. It would show whoever was looking at it, what they’d want to see. The most rational explanation for who he was that the viewer could come up with. Fishing the little paper badge out, he held it up to her, like a police officer would. “I think this will answer your questions” he personally didn’t see what she saw, so he could only hope for the best.

      Her green orbs narrowed at his response. So simple, yet so strange. Had someone called for a physician? The motionless body behind her covered in their own blood surely wasn’t going to be seeing any doctor any time soon, “I think you’re mistaken, no one called for a physician. That body back there isn’t going to be seeing anyone, much less a physician.” She said, trying to make sense of this, but it left more questions than answers. “That,” She said pointing towards the ‘badge’ that resembled more of a mundane cops badge than anything. “Actually doesn’t answer any. I’m sorry, maybe you’re in the wrong part of New York, but no one called for you.”

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prodromoi:

he steps forward some, a slight lift of his shoulders in a non-committal shrug. ❝i’ll let you know after this.❞ a light  smirk  before he lowers his hands  and  shifts to  turn away  from her. ❝alright, now  i’m starting to see the  medusa roots, your  hostility’s  the same.❞ talk  about  a  joke.

“Yeah I’m just wooing over here with lust.” She sarcastically as she swayed back and forth where she stood, but the smile never faltering once. “It’s not hostility it’s sarcasm, there’s a huge difference -- or did you grow up under a rock all your life?” Maybe she shouldn’t continue to be so sarcastic with a complete stranger, but it seemed to fit for the time being.

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lilithbcrn:

                     there’s one tiny box underneath the tree left, sebastian picks it up and hands it to clary, shaking slightly. “if you don’t like it just tell me…” it was a diamond necklace… he’d thought about getting her a ring but… they could never be married and it would be bittersweet at best. “i love you.” 

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    Clary never knew Sebastian to shake, whether it was from anticipation or nerves -- that was very unlike him, which made her wonder what was the contents of the box. Carefully, she began unwrapping the box, tearing apart at the tape that carefully had it held together, “You know, you don’t wrap that badly--” She cut her sentence short when she opened the box, hinges holding it open, and for once, she was stunned, shocked by the glistening beauty it radiated, “Seb...it’s...beautiful.” She said trying to figure the proper words. Emerald-jaded hues looked up at him, “I love you and I love it. Thank you..” 

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So this weekend I’m probably not going to be on as much as I’d like to be. Saturday I have to clean, Sunday evening I have to go to this Christmas thing with my in laws, Monday I have a Christmas dinner to prep for, and then go to my side of the family that evening and spend the night sO. Yeah.

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Have I ever mentioned how much I love @prodromoi? Cause I doooo <3