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Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”

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Anonymous asked: Hello! I just wanted to say thank you for always responding to MMFD questions. The fans are really passionate about the show. And sometimes I feel like you must get annoyed or overwhelmed with constantly having to say that you don't know about the future of the show. But thank you. Thank you so much for being kind and supportive of our love for you and the show. You are an amazing actress. And the show has become a very big part of all of our lives. And as a result so have you. Much love!

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I promise if and when I find out about another series I will make sure to post it on here. Fans are KEY to shows, without fans actors wouldn’t have jobs so I’m thankful to each and every one of you who watch, and enjoy the show and still talk about it and keep it alive to this day! I try and respond to as many questions as I can because I want to give back as much as you guys give to the show. Lots of Love, thanks for the support and kind words X

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The Roundabout, Chapter Six

Fandom: My Mad Fat Diary

AU Synopsis: Set in 2009, 10 years after The Station, Finn and Rae are faced with a major life change prompting them to reconsider what it means to be adults, create a home and be committed to each other. After announcing they are pregnant with their first child, the couple decides to embark on a journey (across countries) visiting friends and family in an effort to decide where they should settle down, along the way learning how to deal with unexpected challenges, unsolicited opinions, and inevitable expectations.

Inspired by this post and “Away We Go”.

Fic Master Table of Contents

The journey so far…

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four | Chapter Five

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Chapter Six

Rae examined Renior’s Dance at Le Moulin de la Galette, shifting weight from her left to right foot. She had seen pictures of the painting, reproductions and depictions of it in the media throughout her life, but stumbling upon the original in the Museum d’Orsay surprised her. The longer she looked at it, the more intricacies she saw. The details, the brushstrokes, the personalities of each character, the way Renoir captured the light, all of it struck her as magical for the first time. It’s like life, the more you look at people and moments the more complex they become. 

Chloe managed to keep their schedule full on Sunday, orchestrating a meticulous picnic in the Boulonge Woods partnered with exploring the area with the twins, then a river cruise of the Seine, followed by a stop by Notre Dame Cathedral. To end the day, she drove them to Le Hide for dinner, an intimate bistro halfway between Notre Dame and her flat, where the staff knew her by name and doted over Holly and Marina. The food was impeccable, but Rae was skeptical the gourmet cuisine and presentation was intended to be kid-friendly, no matter how much the staff treated them like family. There is so little time where they are just kids, it’s like Chloe is fitting them into her adult world. Is that normal? There hadn’t been an opportunity to talk to Chloe alone and John still hadn’t appeared. She may have been able to excuse his absence as work-related on Saturday, but Chloe knew better than to even try on Sunday. They wouldn’t have believed her anyway. It confirmed Rae’s fears, something wasn’t right between them.

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The journey so far…

AU Synopsis: Set in 2009, 10 years after The Station, Finn and Rae are faced with a major life change prompting them to reconsider what it means to be adults, create a home and be committed to each other. After announcing they are pregnant with their first child, the couple decides to embark on a journey (across countries) visiting friends and family in an effort to decide where they should settle down, along the way learning how to deal with unexpected challenges, unsolicited opinions, and inevitable expectations.

Inspired by this post and “Away We Go”.

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My dash is flush in new “The Mindy Project” gifs, which on one hand makes me happy because I missed the show. But on the other hand, it makes me miss Monday nights when my dash would be awash in MMFD gifs even before I could watch the new episode. But I didn’t care, because I just wanted to know anything. Then I would run home and watch the show that night. The good ‘ole days, they shall come again…I will sit here and wait for as long as it takes.

agirlcalledfrost asked: OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE

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ofgeography:

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

"hell no," i said. "YOLO. they can’t punish all of us."

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE," and elle said, "did you hear that?"

"hear what?"

that!”

'that' was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU'RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

"mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet."

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

"mollyhall—"

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

"um," said elle, "she’s in the—"

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER READ.

No but really the level of my non breathing silent laugh sobs is pretty intense right now.

I have at least seven students who would totally do this in exactly this manner.

Epic! 

aspiringpolymath - I will pay you money to keep typing, because what just happened on your keyboard is a beautiful thing. 

MMFD Confession: Before I even start, I have an undying love for this show and these characters. Now, let me proceed…
The gold sequin jacket Rae wears to the rave makes me cringe. Cringe in a I-wore-things-like-that-when-I-was-younger-and-have-lived-to-avoid-the-pictures-shoulder-pads-should-never-be-the-answer kind of way. The one glove doesn’t help me either (again: been there and have the pictures from my youth). Everything else is good, I don’t take issue with anything other than the jacket and glove. I struggle with an overwhelming impulse to take her aside and pick out different accessories for the evening ahead when she’ll wish impossible things (that are 110% possible!). 
As an aside, was this just like an open bar situation? Because everything seems crazily organized if there isn’t an actual barman keeping things tidy. Wouldn’t that drink area be trashed in ten minutes and everything gone if it were just sitting out? Or did someone bring their mum to provide the snacks?

MMFD Confession: Before I even start, I have an undying love for this show and these characters. Now, let me proceed…

The gold sequin jacket Rae wears to the rave makes me cringe. Cringe in a I-wore-things-like-that-when-I-was-younger-and-have-lived-to-avoid-the-pictures-shoulder-pads-should-never-be-the-answer kind of way. The one glove doesn’t help me either (again: been there and have the pictures from my youth). Everything else is good, I don’t take issue with anything other than the jacket and glove. I struggle with an overwhelming impulse to take her aside and pick out different accessories for the evening ahead when she’ll wish impossible things (that are 110% possible!).

As an aside, was this just like an open bar situation? Because everything seems crazily organized if there isn’t an actual barman keeping things tidy. Wouldn’t that drink area be trashed in ten minutes and everything gone if it were just sitting out? Or did someone bring their mum to provide the snacks?