This is gold! Keep going

This was so funny that I actually had tears coming out of my eyes while reading it! I wish it had been completed, but this was an especially fun romp regardless.

Poor, poor, Grekik

I love this fic. It’s so much goddamn fun and the writing is fantastically funny and very in character.

but... where the end? I WANT MORE!

Man I miss this fic! I'd forgotten what s good laugh it was, wondering what it would escalate to next lol. Quirky, and I loved the way you wrote the both of them :) Thanks for the lovely fic!

I don't know exactly what I have just read, but I do know that it was fabulously madcap. And now I'm left needing more. If you ever have the chance to continue this, PLEASE do.

Wha? So close, you can't just leave it there. Oh pooh. I hope you get things rolling again on this little slice because it's absurdly fabulous.

I sense a stick motif in your future… :) I hope this gets picked up again, it's such a cute story! It'd be a shame to leave it here forever.

PLEASE UPDATE THIS. it's probably one of the best sarah and jareth fic out there and i love it

And I *still* like this simple method of mate selection. It beats the heck out of years of dating and wondering. (Not that I did that either; DA and I decided within a month that we were going to get married or kill each other. 28 years later we're both still alive...) But life is too short to spend too much time wondering about will he or won't he. If he will, or won't - you should! Or shouldn't as the case may be.

Best thoughts.

Howdy!
I have decided that I WANT THAT OUTFIT!

While I have yet to wear a nuclear neon watermelon pink go-go dress with sequins, matching shoes and a ginormous tiara that lights up and plays disco music, I have worn my share of purposefully questionable outfits.
This one sounds like a doozy and I hope to be able to recreate it or something remarkably like it. You have given me some wonderful brain fodder to use up at sewing machine - feel pity for those around me... this sounds like something to wear to either the doctor's appointment where I am declared "officially" cancer-free or to whatever party will shortly follow - maybe not in nuclear neon watermelon pink (it's not my color), but maybe something blue-ish?

Yes. I sense internet time happening soon. And I will do my best to find that tiara.
Thank you for bringing more than a little light and fun into my day and making me laugh so hard I scared the dogs.
Bless you for writing this story.
Best thoughts.

Oh my gosh. Dying. Just, dying. XD

Oh my gosh. I am DYING right now! Oh my goodness.. XD Oh man poor Jareth, but that is AWESOME!

I miss this :(