Life and other intricate craziness

anddreammylifeaway replied to your post: Oh Happy Birthday.

Well worth the wait! thank you for writing this

Thank you my dear!

My week end project:

Make that diner happen.

anddreammylifeaway:

allthesecoloursclash:

anddreammylifeaway replied to your post: vastlyunknown replied to your post: vastlyunknown…

I like how you two have deep meaningful conversations while i’m running around yelling “USE ALL THE DARREN GIFS”

I regret nothing.

oh. my. god. 

I love you

It is possibly one of the most hilarious thing on the internet.

allthesecoloursclash replied to your post: Oh Happy Birthday.

Fringe fic to get me through the long winter months - Hela I love you! Also, if they use Lincoln to get in between Peter and Olivia, I will cut someone… him and Astrid would be adorable!

I have so many fringe feelings, I do not know how to function any more. I just Peter with his Olivia. Astride with Lincoln and I want Walter to go back to being his lovely, not alone, custard-making self! Is that too much to ask? Is it? GAH!

Thank you dear. Love you loads!

Astride walked into her apartment and put the box full of presents down before shutting the door. She sighed. There was nothing more to do. She sighed and wished she could convey all her feelings more eloquently but unfortunately, no one was there to listen so she made the best of it and hoped that that single sigh would relieve her heart a little.

It was her birthday.

Today, she turned 28. Of all these years, one could say that the last three have been the craziest. She was, after all, Frankenstein’s assistant. But somehow, despite the danger and the constant state of weird she’s been in, she had never been unhappy.

Tonight, she was and the reason behind her gloom was so banal, so completely unoriginal and non-threatening that it was almost funny. The Bishops and Olivia had thrown her a little fringe party to celebrate. They had baked an obscene amount of cupcakes and had bought her lovely presents and it all had been so sweet, it had brought unexpected tears to her eyes. She had been touched. Very much so. It hadn’t kept her from looking at the door every other minute or looking at her watch to check if it wasn’t getting too late.

In the end, he didn’t show up. She had no reason to expect him to. They were only colleagues after all and even though they had shared a few glances and lots of jokes and had teased Olivia and Peter together from time to time, it didn’t change the facts. They weren’t friends. They were nothing.

Lincoln was only her colleague.One could make the argument that the Bishops and Olivia were only her colleagues too but these people were either blind or very stupid. It was obvious to everyone that they had become much more than that. They were a family. A weird, unconventional and sometimes crazy family. And although Agent Lee had integrated the group fairly well, his absence tonight only showed that he wasn’t to be anything more than a mere colleague.

She showered, put on the new PJ’s Walter had bought for her and put the remaining cupcakes in the fridge, all the while trying not to get too dramatic over a guy she had only met three months ago. She was about to go to bed when she heard a knock.

When she opened the door, she almost dropped the red velvet cupcake she was holding.

“Happy birthday,” Lincoln smiled.

Astride Blinked. “Er… Um… Thanks.”

“I know this is a bit… unconventional but I asked Olivia for your address.”

Astride’s brain had either reached saturation or it was too tired but either way, she couldn’t compute that information.

“Why?”

“I felt bad for missing your party,” he said with a shrug, stupid perfect lovely smile still in place.

“It wasn’t really a party,” she mumbled and then remembering her manners, she urged him inside and closed the door. ‘Be cool’ seemed to be point of order.

“Considering the amount of planning Walter put into it, it can only be called a party,” he countered, wandering toward the mantelpiece over the forever unused fireplace to examine the few pictures she had put up there.

Astride had to smile at Walter’s good intentions. She couldn’t help it, she loved the old man. “He’s a dear,” she said with a soft smile.

“He loves you,” he said softly, turning to look at her over his shoulder.

She nodded, unable to conjure up words. Not when he was looking at her like that. And this, Astride thought with an inward sigh, was the problem. Those moments when he looked at her as if he wouldn’t mind helping her make a few of her fantasies come true. She didn’t know when he started looking at her like that, she just knew.

It took her breath away.

It was a heady feeling, but God, it was so tiresome to wonder and never act on it.The truth of it was, she was feeling lonely. Funny how that wasn’t something she’d dwell upon too much before Agent Lee joined their team but now it was all she could do to not jump him. People would be surprised to learn how many times she had pictured that very thing in the past three months. Too many times to count and it was starting to affect her work as well. She couldn’t keep on going like this. Something needed to be done and what would be more perfect than to take charge life of her life on her birthday. After all, he had come here. At an unreasonable hour. To see her. It had to mean something, she wasn’t completely mad just yet, no matter what her day job entailed.

So she took a deep breath and just took a leap of faith.

“Lincoln?”

He turned fully to her and tilted his head sideways, his question in the gesture.

“Why are you her?”

“I told you. I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. “You could have done so an hour ago if you had  come to the lab.”

He winced. “I was working.”

Astride sighed; this wasn’t going anywhere. “You could have waited for tomorrow then but no, you had to come here and torture me.”

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before they darkened. She lost her breath, unable to look away from the sheer desire burning in his eyes. This was new. He had never looked at her like this, all intense determination. She liked this very much.

“I thought it was fair play since you have been torturing me for the last three months,” he answered, advancing on her like a slick panther, ready to pounce.

‘Oh, yes, please’ was Astride’s only thought.

“For the record, torture has been dealt back and forth, Agent Lee,” her voice dropped as he finally reached her. That intense look had not disappeared but it had a certain amount of tender undertone.

‘“Tender undertone”! Astride, you are officially crazy’

“Oh, Agent Farsnworth, it’s only the beginning,” he whispered, his voice wicked, before his lips captured hers.

‘Happy birthday, Astride,’ she thought with a smile as she looped her arms around him.

For Sasha. She waited long enough! Cheers!

allthesecoloursclash replied to your post: anddreammylifeaway replied to your post:…

You used an Adam Scott GIF in this defence of Sasha, therefore I can’t be mad at you. Why… can’t…I…look..away?! What is he even doing??!!! JEAN RALPHIO DANCE UP ON ME!

That gif has become something of a companion. It is magnificent. I want have babies with gif. If I stare at it any longer, I will probably manage to get very much pregnant. Oh Mr Horrible Face Wise, why are you married and not to me??!!!

(P.S: Dance up on me has to be one of my favourite line of the show!)

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Mim got told!!

anddreammylifeaway replied to your post: anddreammylifeaway replied to your post:…

I will always, ALWAYS, defend your honour. Even if it’s against your lovely twin. Plus Darren’s face was involved, you can understand my vehemence.

And if it keeps you posting gifs like that… well, I will defend you even more!

anddreammylifeaway replied to your post: allthesecoloursclash replied to your post: On the…

Mim is making fun of my gif usage… defend my honour!

Mim, love, you know I love you but you can’t bash on Darren ability to be put into a gif and you can’t blame Sasha, darling Sasha for being a Darren-gift addict. It’s something she can’t help. I understand the need to make fun but I can’t really, in all conscience, let you do it without saying something. Because, even though his face is particularly stupid, it is so because it is indeed very attractive. In truth, it’s one of the most beautiful face on Earth.

Plus, I tried to make fun of Sasha today and ended up sexually frustrated. Spare yourself the trouble.

allthesecoloursclash replied to your post: On the klaine lovefest

Otherwise, he’ll have masses of rabid Klainers and Jim Cantiello to deal with, and I wouldn’t want to wish that upon anyone… :P

scary shit, I tell ya!

I’m pretty sure that at this point if RIB fucks up Klaine in any way, World War III will happen. I was just on the klaine tag… I fear for RIB’s lives. Let’s hope that they’ll do the smart thing and finish the season with a flash forward showing Klaine married, living in NY, singing their way through life, having copious amount of sex and adopting a baby.

Just sayin’!

… your stupid face is horrible. It is currently ruining my life. Kindly remove yourself from my life. I can bare it no longer. I tried to accept your unattractiveness, unfortunately, it is above me. I’m weak.

Leave.

Much thanks.

A very frustrated someone.