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Congratulations anon, you have achieved – well. something or other. I’m moving blogs and staying the fuck outta your fandom, because clearly there’s nothing worthwhile to be found there. New URL given upon request. Though keep in mind I’m still hiatused for nanowrimo.
Congratulations anon, you have achieved – well. something or other. I’m moving blogs and staying the fuck outta your fandom, because clearly there’s nothing worthwhile to be found there. New URL given upon request. Though keep in mind I’m still hiatused for nanowrimo.
Congratulations anon, you have achieved – well. something or other. I’m moving blogs and staying the fuck outta your fandom, because clearly there’s nothing worthwhile to be found there. New URL given upon request. Though keep in mind I’m still hiatused for nanowrimo.
Congratulations anon, you have achieved – well. something or other. I’m moving blogs and staying the fuck outta your fandom, because clearly there’s nothing worthwhile to be found there. New URL given upon request. Though keep in mind I’m still hiatused for nanowrimo.
Dark on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/207737500
“places,” god almighty she did not TRUST this lady with hair as big as that. back home, women with hair all done up were always spilling secrets and gettin’ into everyone else’s business like no tomorrow. astraea was used to it but she didn’t like it.
mostly because she struggled keeping secrets herself and usually something spilled came back to her for the blame.
“why, where are YOU headin’?” she shot back uneasily.
Her hair had a mind of it’s own really. She didn’t do anything to it. The dastardly thing just seemed to worm out of her bun sooner or later no matter how hard to tried to keep it under control.
“You don’t have to answer, I was just trying to make conversation.” She sighed, tightened her grip on her cane, and wondered if she could get away with reading in this weather. “I’m heading up tae the university. I’m going tae have tae cancel my class at this rate.”
“It’s a shame. We were just finally getting into Latin American folktales and myths. The parts people never seem to hear about in school. It’s all about the Greeks, and Romans, and sometimes the Norse. Awfully small scope, but what else can you say about the public school system?”
October is imminent! Here’s a kind of Halloween-themed illustration to celebrate the spooky season.
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“I’m fine.. just fine.. “
He was lying of course. He knew damn well that he was running a fever and on the verge of passing out, but he was too busy working on his latest project to just go lay down in bed. Besides his nightmares always seemed to be worse when he was sick, and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with them.
“I need to get this done, I’m not sick at all I just need a shower.”
Given how poorly forcing help on him went, she figured she’d have to be a sneaky asshole about this. That suited her fine.
“Of course you’re fine. But you do stink.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on Mr. Mechanic, your project isn’t going anywhere. I’ll even hang out in the restroom if I have to, to make sure you wash behind your ears.”
More like making sure he didn’t collapse.
Tony raised an eyebrow as he listened to her. He honestly wasn’t one for traditions, so he had no problems with throwing all caution to the wind when it came to old wedding superstitions. Though he was a little amused at the thought of getting to help her pick out her wedding dress. Though he already found himself thinking of different styles that would possibly look good on her.
“Sounds like fun, but you sure that Darce is gonna let me help? She may go all crazy bridesmaid on us.”
“-- Darcy can help but she’s not the person I’m marrying. Also, I love her, really I do, but I don’t quite trust her not to put me in something I wouldn’t be comfortable in.”
She’d seen some of the dressed Darcy had liked for herself and the idea made her cringe. What was the point of a dress with that amount of sheer fabric? It barely counted as clothes at all. That aside she was -- well. Twiggy. It’s why she liked vests and waist coats so much. They helped give a better illusion of curves. And she just liked the style of course.
That feel when you get on a blog and go ‘uuuuuuuuuuughh’ at nearly all your threads. I was going to do them but --
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you say you’re not a hero, but, my God, you would’ve battled every star if it meant to save her, and remind me again why you can only look to your hands and see the ghosting shades of red.
you’re too young to be so haunted (via lycangene)
me: *old woman voice* you kids and your fancy icons in circles and octagons and trapezoids. back in my day we didn’t even USE icons. we used gifs. and big ones, too! and we had to wait fifteen minutes just for them to load.
A little excerpt from my nano. I’m having such fun.
“How long has the young lady been missing?”
Flora snorted inelegantly. “Over twenty-four hours. We know that's how long we have to wait – though we didn't realize she was missing for several hours at least. Most of the rest of the family were socializing and trading stories about her mother, dear old Mercy. Such a shame she left us already.”
Tesla wondered if that was sincere regret or not. She felt like she was on the set of an old black and white film.
“I see. Who was the last person to see her?” Jesse asked, pointedly not looking at the old woman.
“Me,” Andy said wearily. “We were talking in the kitchen, and as soon as I turned around to say hello to mother, she apparently vanished.”
Tesla shared a look with her partner. It was sounding a lot like the poor woman was trying to escape Flora rather than actually going missing.
“Of course then,” said Flora, “We found all the blood in the library on the top floor.”
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Daniel Alford
