Q:I think I hit my post limit...
See, I could have been much meaner, just waited you out, and then tormented everyone for the next few hours with an unrelenting blitz of food porn while you couldn’t respond, but… I decided to be nice.
Yes, it was totally deciding to be nice, it had nothing to do with my attention span right now, why are you even implying that, geez, Jenn, that’s just mean.
Q:It's all cupcakes and candy until someone loses a tooth.
This is why brushing and flossing is extra important in a food porn war.
Q:There is collateral damage in this war of yours!
There are casualties in every war, soldier. But few are as delicious as this.
Q:Why so much food porn? You're making me hungry. Or sweets-horny. Is sweets-horny a thing, since it's food porn?
Because it’s war. And no one gets unscathed.
(I think horngry is the colloqually accepted term?)
Q:YAY, we both failed the kinsey scale! HIGH FIVE!!
Woooh! Take that, science!
Q:Not a question but I saw your post about the third Kingkiller book. The Doors of Stone come out this year apparently but no exact date yet.
Awesome, thanks! I’ll have to figure out when and do a reread through the first two beforehand.
Q:I don't know what's next on your book list, or if you've read it, but I have read a book recently I thought you might enjoy: The Name of the Wind - Patrick Rothfuss. It's the first in a trilogy called the Kingkiller Chronicles.
I loved that book! Is there any word when the third one is supposed to be out?
Q:You're the Clint to my Tasha, the Gandalf to my Galadriel, the Watson to my Sherlock, the Giles to my Willow, the Spike to my Dru, the Neville to my Luna, the Walter Burns to my Hildy Johnson, the Drogo to my Dany, the HB to my Liz, Wolf to my Red
I love you. Have I mentioned that I love you? Because I love you.
Q:You're the Matthew Broderick to my Jim Carrey >:)
*….slowly backs away*
(But you could at least buy me dinner at Medieval Times? Yes? No? Probably no.)
Q:Take your pick: Either the Castle to my Alexis or the Gomez to my Wednesday.
Oh man. Oh man. Either one of those would be awesome. Hmm… I’ll go with Gomez. Because your Tumblr mom is probably more Morticia than she is either Beckett or… Alexis’s mom. Can’t remember her name.
Q:You are the Mal to my Kaylee!
Does that make Timm the Simon? Yeah, I could see that.
Q:Man-admiration crush (the non-erotic kind) because you emanate awesomeness I wish I could emulate.
It’s the beard, right?
Q:Hi I'm Devin and I like to say completely random things that will hit Jenn like a bag of bricks. I also like to make her laugh until she snorts and I often stroke my beard and facepalm. I facepalm a lot. I facepalm hard. I love your face.
11/10. Maybe a 12, depending on prevailing winds.
Q:Happy birthday, Wonder Twin of My Heart and Brain! HAPPY BIRTHDAY WONDER TWIN POWERS ACTIVATE! FORM OF... A BIRTHDAY CAKE! Okay. Eat me, Devin, and enjoy your birthday! ~throws pizza and tacos and chocolate and nutella and key lime pie and ice cream and brownies and gin at you~ I LOVE YOU.
Thank you! You are the best friend and the best writing partner and the best Tumblr wife and the best Jenn I could ever ask for. I love you.
…and next time, throw gin in those little plastic bottles instead of big ones. Ow! *grins*
Q:I ship you with Morgan. And I ship Morgan with me. And I ship you with me. And I ship everyone with Robert Downey Jr because Robert Downey Jr.
I support every bit of this.