taking aspiration from your ankle, i'm so sorry😭 but... limoreau where jordan or marie have a broken/strained ankle and one of them has to take care of the other (i know they're supers but i'm gonna ignore that lol)
SCREAMING SKFKDDN… if anyone knows a thing or two about bad ankles it’s me.
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living a busy life as a student and t.a. had left jordan working anywhere from sixty to eighty-hour weeks. there was an abundance of full-time classes, homework and grading papers with most days starting at 6 a.m. and ending at 6 p.m., oftentimes later. they didn't mind the busy lifestyle, though, marie could see under that facade the stress that was beginning to eat them away.
there was an old belief that marie's mom believed in, that sickness and injuries were often the universe's way of telling you to slow down and relax. marie was reminded of that belief once or twice when she was younger and working tirelessly away for her school projects and riddled with stress, only to be hit with a terrible cold that would leave her on bed rest for a couple days.
she always found it to be so odd, why would the universe make you sick if it felt like you needed to relax? there was so much to worry about when you were sick.
then she got older and it began to make sense. the more she let stress eat her away and the less she focused on her well-being — the universe would remind her that she need to learn how to take time to just exist (in a twisted sort of way).
that belief came to mind when jordan had called them early in the morning one day, their heavy breath audible through the phone as they explained to marie that they needed help. a sprained ankle, the last thing they needed to disrupt their busy week.
jordan was mad about it, especially when luke and andre were called by marie to help get jordan back to their dorm. it was so fucking embarrassing, but marie was so damn good at making them feel okay about it. she didn’t hesitate on finding brink and explaining the situation, that jordan would be out of commission for a few days. she comforted jordan’s worries with the old wives’ tale that her mom would say — maybe it was the universe telling them to slow the fuck down. it was laughable at first, but the sentiment kept them from exploding into a ball of stress.
“this sucks, moreau,” jordan was laying in bed with their foot resting on a couple pillows, elevated. they let out a slight hiss in pain as marie adjusted the tensor compression bandage over their swollen ankle, her fingers moving carefully as she murmured a soft ‘sorry’ under her breath, “it’s totally messing with my goddamn routine.”
“it’s been four hours, jordan,” marie snorted through a smile, her eyes looking up at them as she clasped the bandage tight and set the ice pack back on the injured joint, “give it a few days and you’ll be back to being jitter bean’s most loyal morning customer.”
jordan rolled their eyes away from marie with a huff, trying not to let her teasing remark actually make them smile; they were back to feeling frustrated about the situation. with another dramatic huff they readjusted themselves on the bed, reaching behind them to try fix the pile of pillows they were laying against.
“let me,” marie murmured, quickly moving to jordan’s side and motioning for them to lean forward so they could fluff the pillows, “is that good?”
jordan sighed as they leaned back, looking up at marie with a sheepish nod. the worst part about the injury was how helpless they felt. being fiercely independent wasn’t going to help this situation. “you don’t have to stay. you’re missing classes.” their voice was soft as they spoke, gaze flickering away.
“it’s fine, i told you already. i’ll catch up.”
jordan leaned forward again, “but it’s not the same as-“
“jordan.” marie spoke with sternness in her voice, a hand reaching out to their chest as she guided them back against the pillows, “it’s fine.”
a disgruntled sigh came from them, but they didn’t fight back. jordan forced themselves to relax against the pillows and lifted a hand up to rest over marie’s, grabbing it gently so they could bring it to their lips and press a chaste kiss over her knuckles.
“thank you,” they murmured against her skin, “i’ll make this worth your while once i’m back on two feet.”
marie giggled, pulling her hand from them, then walked around the bed so she could let herself collapse beside them, “oh, yeah? a morning jitter bean coffee date?”
“fuck you.”
“kidding!” marie laughed harder now, moving to rest up on her elbow so she could have some height over jordan while she composed herself, “just buy me a nice dinner and we’ll call it even.” she said as she lifted a hand to their cheek, thumb brushing skin.
“okay,” they whispered, smiling as they nuzzled their face against her hand and appreciated the physical affection for a few moments. guided by the heat of the moment, jordan moved their body towards marie so they could press their lips together, but a groan followed right after when they twisted their ankle in an unfavourable position, “fuck.”
marie pulled back slowly, the hand that was on their cheek was on their chest once more, guiding them right back to where they were, “easy now.” she said as she tried to fight off a smile, “we can do more of that in a few days.”
“this is fucking torture. the universe fucking hates me.” jordan breathed out, running their hands over their face.
“it doesn’t hate you. it just wants you to remember to take care of yourself…” marie murmured, “or to at least remind you that i’m here to help.”
jordan watched as marie tucked herself neatly against their side, remote in hand as she moved her attention back to the television they’d been watching earlier before marie rewrapped the ankle. they admired her for a few moments, easily reminded that they’d be losing their mind if she wasn’t here.
“just try to relax, okay?” she spoke up, tilting her head back to meet jordan’s gaze, a small smile adorned on her lip, “and let me know whenever you need something. don’t be stubborn.”
jordan’s lips cracked into a smile and they could feel their heart flutter in their chest. “i love you.”
“i love you too, dork.” she giggled.
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Here was my coord for our comm Halloween meet - kind of a fantasy inspired, “impractically frilly” red riding hood themed outfit.
Picture 2 displays the coord underneath the coat, with bonus “red possessed by the wolf” ears.
I had such a hard time deciding what I wanted to wear for Halloween this year! I do have an odd soft spot for anything little red riding hood themed for whatever reason (perhaps it is the elegant sweeping capes that you get to wear?), and I wanted to be a bit OTT as well, so I put together this layered look using what was available from my closet. Getting an actual red wool cape is on my list, but for now this coat+capelet will do just fine!
The layers are a blouse+JSK combo with a button-up style OP over it, and a bustier over all that. And then coat, I suppose.
OP (Apollonia), blouse, coat, socks: Mary Magdalene
JSK (Blossom Princess), bustier: Angelic Pretty
Shoes: Kitten’s Ankles
Ears & basket: Handmade
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this show is so magical, next season they're all gonna get seduced by black widow elora/the worm/the wyrm and die. there is no way they could fight that kind of threat.
but before they die i want the obligatory episode where jade gets split between duty!kahlanjade and horny!jade and kit is zero help, possibly minus five help. i want the episode where elora discovers sex magic. i want the waverider to show up and for boorman to make them all run, not because it's a FUTURE MARVEL but because he did steal all of sara's booze and lube and that's an unforgivable crime in that crew (the lube stealing, i mean)
PS: DID YOU SEE I WASN'T LYING ABOUT THEM RIDICULOUSLY REMINDING EACH OTHER THAT TRUE LOVE IS POWERFUL
OK because if there is a Season 2 like:
a) Black Widow Elora comes to Kit in a dream ~and Kit comes too~, she is one thousand percent too dumb to not hook up with her (but also at the critical last second she comes through because Black Widow Elora doesn't know their safe word and THAT'S the only red flag in this entire interaction).
b) I actually wanted so much more from Jade's perspective; the pacing was so difficult to follow it really did feel like a series of music videos rather than a cohesive whole, and I feel like her voice got sort of lost in what aired. Because actually yes, Whoops Two Jades would be incredible (although then the question becomes: are both Jades gay for Kit? Is there a Horny Feelings Jade and a Duty Jade Who Never Has Gay Thoughts?)
c) If there are not AT LEAST twelve whoops we've discovered sex pollen in the Enchanted Bog Of Bonkington fics already I. . .guess I will have to do it myself but I'll be annoyed about it
I also still feel like Kit is Taylor Swift - The Man .mp3, and I'm actually really curious about what that dynamic will be like with her brother there like. Getting credit for being a brave knight just for showing up and Kit like I HAVE MAGIC ARMOR THAT GLOWS IN THE DARK I DEFENDED THE PRINCESS WHILE HE WAS MAKING OUT WITH AN OLD LADY COVERED IN GOO WHY WILL NOBODY BELIEVE ME.
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I neglected to cross-post a couple old photos from summer to tumblr, so here they are now.
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Back at the rose garden!🌹
We went to a outdoor jazz/blues concert in the garden. Thank you vkeiprincesse 💖
I really wanted to wear this VM overdress that seems to have a strong regency influence. The weather was warm, but not too hot, so I went with a skirt+blouse combination topped with the overdress. There was a bit of regency influence in the coord, but overall I'd say it's still more lolita (VM type styling/inspirations especially) than historical.
Overdress, parasol: Victorian Maiden
Blouse: Mary Magdalene
Skirt: Pink House/Ingeborg
Shoes: Kitten’s Ankles
Bonnet: Handmade with flower brooch attached made by Japanese indie brand Henriette
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