this is the kind of hug Daisy and Billy could/would (SHOULD) have had at the Grammys

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me spamming Jeffrey Bezos about a djats season 2

just a girl, standing in front of a fandom, asking you to please remember her fic & forgive her for still not quite finishing it! (+ a moodboard) archiveofourown.org/works/48159946…

I have borrowed so much from Carrie Bradshaw for my 90’s Daisy’s style, but the cut of this dress in particular is how I imagine her looking on stage at MSG at the beginning of chapter 13! (Except her dress is aquamarine & she’s styled it with combat boots)

his marriage was effectively over at exactly this moment; shattered & irreparable; identifiable only by dental records (it continued for 20 more years)

“anytime now he’s gonna say it’s love; you never called it what it was.”

Somewhere out there, Layla’s plans for how to celebrate her 42nd birthday just came together

this is where I've been with 'never called' for the last little while! but I'm optimistic that the trash fire has finally calmed down and become a cute little burning trash yule log!

he can lie & deny but those dimples do not!

THIS is what I want for THEM

50 years ago today, if my pedantic calculations are correct