there’s a soft hum, her own eyes fluttering shut. “everything okay?” she asks after a moment, brushing her lips against jamie’s jaw again.

her lips twist into a frown, and she runs a hand down jamie’s back gently. “baby….”

“i’m here, okay?” she’s murmuring, hand still running up and down her back gently.

flicks @humanecharms. gently.

furrows brows. and she’s flicking again, a scowl on her lips.

cue the grunt as she falls, arms locking around jamie. “that was rude.”

there’s a huff, and she’s leaning up to brush her lips against her cheek. “it was very rude, actually.”

what is it with marshalls and donovans

I mean, I can’t relate, but—

IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU BOTH LIKE DONOVANS???

HAVEN HAS A THING FOR SALTZMANS?

go, hope. go, hope. go, hope.

whispers. “stop staring, you creep.”

she’s my sister, i’m allowed to be mean, okay.

NO.

a wild uncle appears?

unfortunately alive.

grumbles. too early.

flings a small box at @iratusanguine. “happy birthday.”

gay people are real.