#jackna

[imdrowninginmoonlight]

Jackie Lynn Thomas 🐚 Janna Ordonia 🦇

[missmuffinisthemelonlordofhades]

I gotta tell you, being a multishipper is fantastic because it's so much love all around and you're always excited for these moments no matter what. But being a multishipper in a fandom that's in the middle of a ship war gODDAMn this hurts, literally at least one of the ships i love so much is being attacked at all times, what is someone like me to do? OH HEY HOW ABOUT WE ALL BE NICE AND SUPPORTIVE, BECAUSE SHIP WARS ARE CRAP TO EVERYONE, ITS NOT JUST ME SAYING THIS GUYS, PLEASE

[sourcandeyes]

[missmuffinisthemelonlordofhades]

I cant sleep, i keep thinking about ships late into the night and my mind wont shut up

[missmuffinisthemelonlordofhades]

"Always gonna steal your thunder, watch me like a dark cloud. On the move collecting numbers, I'mma take your girl out." Earth Girls Jackie x Janna

[missmuffinisthemelonlordofhades]

Someone please give me Jackna

Please, I'm begging you for brotp/otp Jackie and Janna, I need it desperately

[missmuffinisthemelonlordofhades]

So my Janna shipping scale goes from

Lowkey Janna and Marco interactions, I very much enjoy those. Mainly brotp tho. Jantom becoming hardcore, demonic fluff is amazing <3 I need more Jackna, give me that brotp/otp lesbian couple please

[leaping--lizards]

More Awkward Jackna

Because Jackna is good for the soul. More fic based on OC's. Amy Fox is Jackson's little sister, so shippers... back down. (though that evidently doesn't mean much anymore.) For Jo, who I hope is no longer having a bad day but whom I am still developing an extensive emotional care package for.

Amy was staring at him. He could sense it across the room. Jackson flipped a page, paused, and said in Latin (quite dryly, in fact), “Is there a spider on my head?"

    “No,” she replied in kind, “but you’re reading Una’s book.”

    “I refute the argument thus,” Jackson said, switching to English. “It is not Una’s book, it is a library book. This is the call number here, see?” He held up the book, showing the white label on the spine. Amy shrugged. “True. But Una was reading the same book when she was here… day before yesterday?” She added, switching back to Latin. Jackson shrugged. “It’s a good book.”

    “You’ve chuckled twice.”

    Jackson could find nothing to say to that, so he went back to the book. Across the room, Amy’s phone rang.

    “Hello?

    “Moon Moon! Yo. Are we on for Sunday?”

    Jackson stopped reading the moment she said Moon Moon. It was Amy’s nickname for Una: endearing, if a little uncalled-for, and he would recognize it anywhere. That thought concerned him.

   Only when he looked up did he realize that Amy was staring at him. “Una’s coming to the picnic Sunday,” she said cheerfully. Jackson nodded, keeping his face blank, but he felt his heart rate speed up for a long moment. He swore he could hear it; maybe Amy did too, and that was why she looked so smug.