#a brave new world...

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I always laughed when some or another variation of ‘Todd Howard is a little man full of giant lies’ crossed my dash. But for some reason I decided to google his height just now.

So today I learned:

there’s no definite answer for my question

the existence of ‘He even lied about his height’ meme

the meme itself

and that I am, in fact, much much taller than Todd

I don’t really know what to do with this knowledge.

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I NEARLY HAVE 3,000 HITS ON “A BRAVE NEW WORLD” AND I AM EXCITED.

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“A Brave New World...”: Chapter 26

Watching a condensation bead up and roll down the neck of the beer bottle, surrounded by Canadians that weren't much different than Americans in a bar setting, wasn't really that different from the taverns Neal's mother had spent all her time in before she died. No. Ran off. Whatever. She left.

August had called the cops on Emma.

Neal had agreed to leave Emma to her magical destiny, to not meet her at their rendezvous point. He had been expecting Emma to be upset he'd left...not go to lady prison.

That wasn't what he signed up for.

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A Brave New World!cursed!Belle: What's your favorite part of the day?

I don’t know who this Belle person is you’re talking about, my name is Ms. French, thank you. As for my favorite part of the day, that’s a very open question. On Sundays I like to sleep in. On rent day I enjoy making people cry. I suppose the average day would be one spent at my shop, hmm…lunch, I suppose. The whole bloody town pauses for lunch so I’m seldom interrupted. Sometimes Gold even brings down some of those shortbreads he’s always baking. Now I’m not sure what happened to his wife, but if she left him she must’ve been absolutely mad because he cooks, cleans, and doesn’t behave like the barbarian lumberjack half the population of male Storybrooke does-

Not that I depend on Gold for anything.

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“A Brave New World...”: Chapter 25

A very pregnant Emma Swan had been shuffling out her room to go to the dining hall half-heartedly when she felt a funny sensation in her lower belly. She thought it was those Braxton-Hicks things again, until something gave between her legs. She shouldn't be wetting her pants because Emma had gone to the bathroom not five minutes ago, and even though she had to pee all the time these days, that seemed unlike-

"Oh shit..." Emma muttered, looking down at her soaked-through pants. Her water broke. Oh shit indeed.

She was taken to a hospital, and it didn't feel like this was happening to Emma until the first contraction ripped through her. Holy shit!

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The next update to “A Brave New World...” is Friday rather than Thursday:

I have an RSS fic, a petty “DO!Belle deals with a baby” fic, and a fun-fun-fun (send help please god,) Thanksgiving meal to attend that’s gonna suck the soul out of me for the rest of Thursday.

I’ll give my thanks if I can go two weeks without my grandmother having a medical hiccup. In case anyone is wondering, the latest was yesterday, involving fluid retention because she wouldn’t take her diuretic pill, due to the issue she decided to take THREE LAXATIVES at once for, which naturally went awry--

What was I talking about? Oh.

Update a day late, see ya’ll Friday! :3

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“A Brave New World...”: Chapter XXII

The first thing Lacey noticed when consciousness started intruding upon her sleep was that she was going to have the mother of all hangovers as soon as she opened her eyes. Which prompted her to keep them closed.

The second thing she noticed was that she was sitting upright...sort of.

Lacey couldn't remember much, but she thought she'd continued her weekend-long drinking binge in the living room until she blacked out. Standard Christmas fare for her, really. But then...that didn't quite match with the position she woke up in. Leaning on something soft...and warm...just a little itchy, like a sweater...on a human body.

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