#flabberworried

Did you know you’re one of my favorite people on this planet? Gosh, Christine where do I even begin? I feel like I’ve exhausted every compliment I could possibly give you, and every reminder of how awesome you are, but that can’t be true because you keep finding ways to remind me of how awesome you are. 

Yes, I laugh at everything, but know this, while I can’t always remember why something cracked me up so hard, the number of times you (and mars) have made me cry/wheeze/snort/gasp for air on call is ridiculous. I look back on all our calls fondly, and while most of our conversations are absolute shit just coming out of both our mouths, I love those conversations so much regardless. You have been making this quarantine shit so much bearable just by being yourself, and I hate that you’re having to spend your birthday indoors like this when you should be out, getting yummy food, delicious sweets and going on beautiful walks with your beautiful dog. (I also really wish I was there ugh!!!) 

I can’t honestly describe how proud I’ve been of you over the past few months. I know finding a job that makes you happy has been a rough journey for you, after a difficult time deciding what you wanted to do at college, but I really believe this is the path for you. You were made to teach and inspire, and to connect with others and make sure their their highschool experiences were everything they should be. 

I really hate the stereotype that Slytherins are mean and selfish and blah blah blah, because if you’ve taught me anything it’s that you embody all the best qualities of Slytherin, and in fact all the other houses. You’re ambitious, and absolutely cunning, and your loyalty to your clan knows no bounds. You’re brave in a way I wish I was, and when you care about a cause or a person, you don’t cower or sweeten your words because you believe in what you do fully and with all your heart. You’re also incredibly intelligent (in your own words, “you have all your braincells!”) and more than anything? You’re a good friend: period. I may not be a parent either, but I want you to know you’re also a good daughter. It’s not always easy to be that, but you do your best and you deserve to rest easy knowing that you are one. 

I’m so lucky and honored to be your best friend (I feel shy saying that hehe), because I can’t possibly imagine making you as happy and comforted and welcomed and embraced as much as you have made me feel. 

I love you forever and ever, gorl. 

Love, Brooke (aka Dani)

                    “When we get out of here, I’ll buy you a ham sandwich. Promise.” When, not if. Frank is no beacon of optimism, but he can pretend that he’s more than fifty percent sure of the odds that they’re going to make it out of this, for Joe’s sake. Even with both of them tied to chairs. 

They just need to think--- something that he much prefers to be doing from the safety of whoever’s table they’re using as home base, but beggars can’t be choosers, though, can they? At least the people holding them were stupid enough to leave them un-gagged. They must not have realized that his brother does some of his best work, when he’s running his mouth.

The forced smile on Daphne’s face slips off like a plastic Halloween mask, to reveal the much scarier surface beneath. Her look of disdain from earlier is no match for the complete lack of amusement that she aims at Joe like a missile launcher. It was FUNNY for a little while, but when he hadn’t clarified to the studio hand that he was joking, that joke had soured. Ms. Lettúce, for Scooby’s sake! What was wrong with being Jane Rogers?! 

Moments later, she was back, hair and makeup touched up. “ If it weren’t for my freshly painted nails, I would MURDER you. Nobody out there is going to believe, for like, one second! that those are our names. ” 

even when the water gets deep and dark.