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open_flameThis begged to be done, and I'm horrible at this sort of thing, so forgive me. I'm also breaking it down by character/mun because a catch all post just isn't my style.
If you know me, and most of the people mentioned here do, you know I'm complete crap with emotional stuff. I never 'did' friends; it was a concept that held the possibility of only pain and disappointment to me in the past, so the idea of willingly opening myself up for that again in the future was ridiculous. Distance, superficial relationships, that was were it was at.
Needless to say that's changed, and taking a queue from my friends, I feel the needs to shout out a few of those who've wormed their way into my soul and curled up there like a sleeping kitten.
First on the list, the center of Liz's world, bullets in her gun, the frosting on her cake, the leather in her secret sex closet, the irreplaceablecaptain_flyboy
When I first talked to you, I never imagined we'd hit it off the way it did. I was just looking for some more info on a character I'd never heard of to try and judge how my girl would react to him. Needly to say, Liz reacted to Jack in a way I never expected her to, or even wanted her to. Oh, boy did she react. In Shades, loving Jack destroyed her because she wasn't emotionally prepared to accept anyone as they were. Thankfully, from that mess arose the crazy universe known as Bump in the Night, where all that love, lose, and confusion shaped Liz into something better than she ever thought she could be on her own.
And, as far as you go, my silly little songstress, I'd say you're my evil twin, but I'm the evil one. And we're not exactly twins. Yin and Yang, that's better. You temper my crankiness, bitchiness, vulgarity, and snark and never fail to remind me of what's really important in life when all the unimportant things are getting me down. You've become the best friend I needed so badly, but never knew I wanted. There are days I owe you my sanity and my happiness, and I just can't put into words what that means.
More can be said on this, but...I've said it, or attempted to say it when I feel brave enough to. I hope you never forget even for a moment how important you are to me. Don't make me remind you, as reminding you may well lead me to tears, and not because it's going to be months before I see you again. You know how much we both hate that.
The tears, not the visits.
If you know me, and most of the people mentioned here do, you know I'm complete crap with emotional stuff. I never 'did' friends; it was a concept that held the possibility of only pain and disappointment to me in the past, so the idea of willingly opening myself up for that again in the future was ridiculous. Distance, superficial relationships, that was were it was at.
Needless to say that's changed, and taking a queue from my friends, I feel the needs to shout out a few of those who've wormed their way into my soul and curled up there like a sleeping kitten.
First on the list, the center of Liz's world, bullets in her gun, the frosting on her cake, the leather in her secret sex closet, the irreplaceable
captain_flyboyWhen I first talked to you, I never imagined we'd hit it off the way it did. I was just looking for some more info on a character I'd never heard of to try and judge how my girl would react to him. Needly to say, Liz reacted to Jack in a way I never expected her to, or even wanted her to. Oh, boy did she react. In Shades, loving Jack destroyed her because she wasn't emotionally prepared to accept anyone as they were. Thankfully, from that mess arose the crazy universe known as Bump in the Night, where all that love, lose, and confusion shaped Liz into something better than she ever thought she could be on her own.
And, as far as you go, my silly little songstress, I'd say you're my evil twin, but I'm the evil one. And we're not exactly twins. Yin and Yang, that's better. You temper my crankiness, bitchiness, vulgarity, and snark and never fail to remind me of what's really important in life when all the unimportant things are getting me down. You've become the best friend I needed so badly, but never knew I wanted. There are days I owe you my sanity and my happiness, and I just can't put into words what that means.
More can be said on this, but...I've said it, or attempted to say it when I feel brave enough to. I hope you never forget even for a moment how important you are to me. Don't make me remind you, as reminding you may well lead me to tears, and not because it's going to be months before I see you again. You know how much we both hate that.
The tears, not the visits.
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