I first met Jen through the fandom gives back, last June. She bid on me and gave me a simple assignment: write something period. After a bit of thought, I asked her about writing a Salem Witch Trial-like story and she was thrilled. Working hard, I was able to write something that she loved, with her constant insight and support. The WC's we share are always highly helpful and tons of fun, because that's what Jen is.
In the months I've known her, Jen has offered a shoulder to cry on, a partner to laugh with and an open mind and heart that I'm proud to call my friend.
Thank you, Jen, for taking a chance on me, because the things I've gained from knowing you are one of the true blessings I've been given in this fandom.
Thursday, 17 March 2011
HAPPY DAY!
dear sugarlove,
I hope you're having the wonderfullest of days!! Smile bright and love out loud :)
love you bunches,
Sarahxxoxoxo
(yellowgluexxoxo)
It's her birthday and he knows it.
He also knows she is expecting to spend the night scrubbing and cleaning their new house. New old house to be exact. He hopes she'll like her surprise.
The fire is crackling now that the flu has been cleared. The water was boiling hot an hour ago, but the cold room is slowly winning the fight.
He can't wait to get into the old tub with her and just lie there with the love of his life in his arms kissing her neck and sponging the curves of her body.
Where is she?
Hundreds words, hundred kisses, hundred blushes...
Happy birthday from rameau
Happy Birthday, Wifey!
Happy birthday, Jen! You've been a wonderful friend who knows how to make me laugh. I hope your birthday is filled with love and laughter, and that you get everything you hope for.
A Twilight Ode to My Wifey
May your husband be your Edward
And you be his Bella
May you dress like Alice
Laugh like Emmett
Love like Esme
Fight like Rosalie
Care like Carlisle
Never smell like Jacob
And may you never, EVER have a bad hair day like Jasper
(Did I mention that I'm not much of a poet?)
I'm proud to call you wife and love the shameless flirting! I'm getting all new ribbons in April, just for you!
Love You Bunches, BB!
Janine
A Twilight Ode to My Wifey
May your husband be your Edward
And you be his Bella
May you dress like Alice
Laugh like Emmett
Love like Esme
Fight like Rosalie
Care like Carlisle
Never smell like Jacob
And may you never, EVER have a bad hair day like Jasper
(Did I mention that I'm not much of a poet?)
(No laughing at my awful graphics skills... Okay... Go ahead and laugh!)
I'm proud to call you wife and love the shameless flirting! I'm getting all new ribbons in April, just for you!
Love You Bunches, BB!
Janine
GRATTIS PÅ FÖDELSEDAGEN!!!
Durty says HEY!
I'm not good with the whole words thing, so I'll just say it in pictures. ;)
Click for HQ
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
I hope you have the happiest of birthdays, my dear Jen.
You have become such a friend to me. It's heartwarming to be able to be a part of your special day. Above and beyond that, is to see all of the other people here, who love you, who you've befriended, supported, and been a mentor to.
You are an asset to our community, you are a personal beacon of light. You have taught me so very much, and I'm happy to have today to tell you that.
This is one of those tumblr pics. One you knew I'd love, that you loved too. I hope that in your mind, I've done it justice. It, was never a light hearted picture, and of course, well, you know me. Enjoy.
He stood before them, bare, waiting for the decision. The stone seat he used to occupy, judging those before him, taken by another man. He wondered what tests the man had been put to; certainly she would need to ensure that this never happened again.
For, though he loved her, he had spoken against her.
The long while that they had been lovers, their bodies and hearts crashing together, had opened her to him. At first he was too frightened, and in awe, to look closely at the self she laid before him. As he became more comfortable inside her, he peeked. Of course a short glance at her true self wasn't enough, love sick fool that he was.
So he really looked. What he saw shook him to his core. His Goddess, his reason for living, was less than celestial. In fact, she was quite human.
His resentment did not hit him like a lightning flash. Instead, it crept through his veins like poison. Every time she issued a decree and was blindly followed, every sacrifice lain before her in the good faith of her followers, every man that fought and died to secure her territory sent little pulses in his blood. Liar. Liar. Liar.
He would have worshiped her, in so many ways, in every way, had she been honest.
Instead, when he questioned her, begged her to be honest with the members of her tribe, she simply looked at him sadly. “I cannot admit what is not true. You would be wise to keep your delusions to yourself, lest I be forced to impose my wrath upon you. Leave my bed. I had thought you a man, when you are just a little boy, lost in his dreamworld.”
For many moons he continued to reside in her land, serve her from a distance, live as his neighbors did. During ceremonies he would see her gazing at him, always so sadly, until he caught her eye. Then her eyes became cold, showing no emotion for him, or anyone, at all.
Things could have continued on this way for even longer, but she forced his hand. Hard times had fallen upon the tribe, and they had not had enough rain for the season to yield enough food for the tribe. Her people had begged of her to ask the Gods to intervene on their behalf.
She readily assented, eager to keep her people happy. She went off to journey, commune with her Gods, get her people the help that they needed. She promised that when she returned, she would have the way to bring the rains with her.
She returned several days later, and though no one else seemed to notice, she appeared to have aged years in the days she was gone. She announced that the council would convene that evening, and the tribe would know the answer from her Gods, what she required from them to appease her and her Gods. She made eye contact with no one.
When the evening arrived, and the community had settled before the council arc , she entered. Her posture was stiff, her lips pressed into a thin line. While she met the eyes of many before her with an icy glare, she did not come close to him.
The air was still and silent when she spoke. “We require a sacrifice. The source waters have been neglected for too long, and they require nourishment. Seven children shall journey to the source, and give themselves to the water. Tomorrow.”
His heart clenched, tremors rocking his body as he fought the urge to vomit. He looked around at the silent parents, stunned and too fearful to utter a word. No. This he could not abide.
He stood. With his eyes directly on her he yelled. “Stop this! This must end now! She,” pointing his finger directly at her, “is no Goddess! She is as human as you and I.”
The people stared at him, their gasps and whispers barely noticeable to him as he continued. “Look! She ages as we do, she battles ailments as we do, journeying to hide them from you. This is nothing but an act!”
As the group of men who served as her protectors surrounded him, he broke down, pleading between sobs. “Do not give her your children, please do not send them away!”
He was thrown into a hole that had been carved into the stone ground, left until his hearing.
He was expected to lower his eyes when she walked into the room.
The council members scrutinized him, their intent to humiliate him, shame him, worn plainly on their faces. He remembered well, this game of powerful and powerless. The thrill of knowing a soul's fate is in your hands.
The head of the council rose before him to speak. “Your punishment is as follows. For the offense of using your words to damage and insult our beloved Goddess, you will receive the mask. Let it be shown to all as they encounter you, words have consequences.”
She looked on as he was shackled to the stone platform. She looked away as the adhesive was poured onto his face, the birch tar burning his skin. He clenched his teeth to fight off the screams of pain, but could not.
When the mask was finally placed on his face, held there by strong hands while the adhesive dried, her eyes were directed towards him, but seemed to look through him. As he waited, refusing to move his gaze from her, he pondered the actions he had taken against her.
His heart ached at the loss of her love. Anger reeled through him, making his head pound. Finally it was sadness that overtook him.
The future was bleak for this tribe, his extended family. Not a soul would ever speak against her again after what they would witness now. The stain on her soul, for he truly believed she had a soul, it's effect on her, that made him saddest of all.
He was left there, shackled, until the morning. Her men finally came, checking that the mask was firmly affixed. They removed the shackles from him, backing away after they did.
There would be no further actions taken against him. He was free to go. He had no will to arise.
For days, he wandered around the village. He had watched as seven crying parents sent their children off to die. His cries were muffled by his inability to open his mouth, but cry he did.
He had time to embrace his loved ones, the ones who would still touch him. He soaked up the last of his sunrises and sunsets. He did not, however, encounter her once.
On what he knew would be his last day, his nude body weak and wracked with spasms, he climbed upon the stone where he had been shackled before and lay down. He would die here, not ashamed of his actions. He closed his eyes and drifted in and out of consciousness, only slightly aware of the crowd that was starting to surround him.
It was then that he heard her, and opened his eyes. She was close, looking upon him, her hand shaking as she reached towards him. Slowly, she climbed up upon the stone slab, on her hands and knees, hovering over him.
She brought her face to his, her eyes only inches from his. In her eyes he saw love, terror and a final sign that he was right. A tear.
You are an asset to our community, you are a personal beacon of light. You have taught me so very much, and I'm happy to have today to tell you that.
This is one of those tumblr pics. One you knew I'd love, that you loved too. I hope that in your mind, I've done it justice. It, was never a light hearted picture, and of course, well, you know me. Enjoy.
Jaw
He stood before them, bare, waiting for the decision. The stone seat he used to occupy, judging those before him, taken by another man. He wondered what tests the man had been put to; certainly she would need to ensure that this never happened again.
For, though he loved her, he had spoken against her.
The long while that they had been lovers, their bodies and hearts crashing together, had opened her to him. At first he was too frightened, and in awe, to look closely at the self she laid before him. As he became more comfortable inside her, he peeked. Of course a short glance at her true self wasn't enough, love sick fool that he was.
So he really looked. What he saw shook him to his core. His Goddess, his reason for living, was less than celestial. In fact, she was quite human.
His resentment did not hit him like a lightning flash. Instead, it crept through his veins like poison. Every time she issued a decree and was blindly followed, every sacrifice lain before her in the good faith of her followers, every man that fought and died to secure her territory sent little pulses in his blood. Liar. Liar. Liar.
He would have worshiped her, in so many ways, in every way, had she been honest.
Instead, when he questioned her, begged her to be honest with the members of her tribe, she simply looked at him sadly. “I cannot admit what is not true. You would be wise to keep your delusions to yourself, lest I be forced to impose my wrath upon you. Leave my bed. I had thought you a man, when you are just a little boy, lost in his dreamworld.”
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For many moons he continued to reside in her land, serve her from a distance, live as his neighbors did. During ceremonies he would see her gazing at him, always so sadly, until he caught her eye. Then her eyes became cold, showing no emotion for him, or anyone, at all.
Things could have continued on this way for even longer, but she forced his hand. Hard times had fallen upon the tribe, and they had not had enough rain for the season to yield enough food for the tribe. Her people had begged of her to ask the Gods to intervene on their behalf.
She readily assented, eager to keep her people happy. She went off to journey, commune with her Gods, get her people the help that they needed. She promised that when she returned, she would have the way to bring the rains with her.
She returned several days later, and though no one else seemed to notice, she appeared to have aged years in the days she was gone. She announced that the council would convene that evening, and the tribe would know the answer from her Gods, what she required from them to appease her and her Gods. She made eye contact with no one.
When the evening arrived, and the community had settled before the council arc , she entered. Her posture was stiff, her lips pressed into a thin line. While she met the eyes of many before her with an icy glare, she did not come close to him.
The air was still and silent when she spoke. “We require a sacrifice. The source waters have been neglected for too long, and they require nourishment. Seven children shall journey to the source, and give themselves to the water. Tomorrow.”
His heart clenched, tremors rocking his body as he fought the urge to vomit. He looked around at the silent parents, stunned and too fearful to utter a word. No. This he could not abide.
He stood. With his eyes directly on her he yelled. “Stop this! This must end now! She,” pointing his finger directly at her, “is no Goddess! She is as human as you and I.”
The people stared at him, their gasps and whispers barely noticeable to him as he continued. “Look! She ages as we do, she battles ailments as we do, journeying to hide them from you. This is nothing but an act!”
As the group of men who served as her protectors surrounded him, he broke down, pleading between sobs. “Do not give her your children, please do not send them away!”
He was thrown into a hole that had been carved into the stone ground, left until his hearing.
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He was expected to lower his eyes when she walked into the room.
The council members scrutinized him, their intent to humiliate him, shame him, worn plainly on their faces. He remembered well, this game of powerful and powerless. The thrill of knowing a soul's fate is in your hands.
The head of the council rose before him to speak. “Your punishment is as follows. For the offense of using your words to damage and insult our beloved Goddess, you will receive the mask. Let it be shown to all as they encounter you, words have consequences.”
She looked on as he was shackled to the stone platform. She looked away as the adhesive was poured onto his face, the birch tar burning his skin. He clenched his teeth to fight off the screams of pain, but could not.
When the mask was finally placed on his face, held there by strong hands while the adhesive dried, her eyes were directed towards him, but seemed to look through him. As he waited, refusing to move his gaze from her, he pondered the actions he had taken against her.
His heart ached at the loss of her love. Anger reeled through him, making his head pound. Finally it was sadness that overtook him.
The future was bleak for this tribe, his extended family. Not a soul would ever speak against her again after what they would witness now. The stain on her soul, for he truly believed she had a soul, it's effect on her, that made him saddest of all.
He was left there, shackled, until the morning. Her men finally came, checking that the mask was firmly affixed. They removed the shackles from him, backing away after they did.
There would be no further actions taken against him. He was free to go. He had no will to arise.
For days, he wandered around the village. He had watched as seven crying parents sent their children off to die. His cries were muffled by his inability to open his mouth, but cry he did.
He had time to embrace his loved ones, the ones who would still touch him. He soaked up the last of his sunrises and sunsets. He did not, however, encounter her once.
On what he knew would be his last day, his nude body weak and wracked with spasms, he climbed upon the stone where he had been shackled before and lay down. He would die here, not ashamed of his actions. He closed his eyes and drifted in and out of consciousness, only slightly aware of the crowd that was starting to surround him.
It was then that he heard her, and opened his eyes. She was close, looking upon him, her hand shaking as she reached towards him. Slowly, she climbed up upon the stone slab, on her hands and knees, hovering over him.
She brought her face to his, her eyes only inches from his. In her eyes he saw love, terror and a final sign that he was right. A tear.
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I hope that your birthday is all you ever hoped for. I hope it's wonderful. Happy birthday!
Nita
Happy Birthday :)
Hey, Java-Jen :). I know I don't know you as well as some of the other ladies here, but I truly enjoy our little Tweet chats when they happen! I love writing with you during WC's and I've been truly blessed by some of your sound advice. I really look forward to getting to know you even better over the next weeks, months, and years :).
Happy birthday, bb!
((hugs))
Wendy aka wmr1601
Happy birthday, bb!
((hugs))
Wendy aka wmr1601
A BIRTHDAY POEM FOR JEN FROM BEV
A Poem For Those Over 30
A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of a girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for awhile.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back up happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.
Copyright; Author Unknown
LOVE, BEV aka Bell486
Happy Happy Birthday!
Happy happy birthday to a most amazing and super lady! When I first found this fandom, I am not sure what I was looking for. Some good reads, definitely! Pretty cool chicks that love Twilight as much as I do, I hoped. But never could I have imagined finding friends, and not the oh, she's a nice girl type friends, but real and true friends that know me and love me anyway! I am both honored and flattered that you are not only my fave writer but that you are also my friend. I love that you are witty, snarky, sarcastic, and a total perv, but you have the biggest heart and it shows everyday! Thanks for the p0rn, the evening chats, and a smile everyday. I hope you have the most amazing birthday ever because you deserve it!!!
I love you!
Babs
Happy Birthday, Jen!!!
Well, Mrs. Fabulous, it's your birthday and that alone is reason enough to celebrate. But add to it that you are a great friend and a super talented author and it's shaping up to be one heck of a day. Happy Birthday, darling!
Warm Birthday Wishes from Amelie
To the sweet Jen on her birthday,
Meeting you has been a very special blessing in my life. You are one of my first, and bestest friends, and I appreciate and love all the help and friendship you offer me. You are an amazing woman with a big heart and have a remarkable way with words, and I hope that you always stay that same, warm cup of java you are.
...In a non-weird, loving way.
I didn't know what to give you, so this note is pretty much my IOU - I'll write you something you've wanted to read/do you a favor - whenever you want to redeem it. Well, it's pretty much a two for one...I also want to make a "trailer" for one of your stories - you can choose which one.
You deserve much more, but I hope that this is something you would appreciate.
I love you, sweetheart. Have a very happy birthday.
xoxo and all the best forever, Am
GO JEN, IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!
Happy birthday Jen! I've decided to write the story of us to celebrate your day! ;)
There once were two girls who lived VERY close to each other. They found this out on the lovely invention know as twitter.
They made plans.
But those fell through. :(
So they made more plans. And more plans. And then they planned to just run away together.
AND THEN? BOBBY LONG HAPPENED.
(Um, I think you can hear me yell when he says PRETTY.)
And we bonded over scruff, accents, and cursed the day I drank coconut.
Happy happy day, Jen! Love you, darling!
xoxoxo,
M
There once were two girls who lived VERY close to each other. They found this out on the lovely invention know as twitter.
They made plans.
But those fell through. :(So they made more plans. And more plans. And then they planned to just run away together.
AND THEN? BOBBY LONG HAPPENED.
(Um, I think you can hear me yell when he says PRETTY.)
And we bonded over scruff, accents, and cursed the day I drank coconut.
Happy happy day, Jen! Love you, darling!
xoxoxo,
M
How much do I love thee?? Let me count the ways....
Happy birthday my dear friend - the world is a much better place because you are in it!
With love and 30+ kisses (*smirk*), Kit
Happy birthday my dear friend - the world is a much better place because you are in it!
With love and 30+ kisses (*smirk*), Kit
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday, lady! It's your special day and to show you how much you are loved and appreciated we thought we would set up a blog for messages, stories and pictures from all your twi friends. This way everyone can share in the fun!
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