#doctor hoffman

[jontrip]

Love ♥

[hansgrubr]

[doctorcranberry-blog]

I just received a cranberry from my doctor, he says there's a cranberry I might have lung cranberries!

[doctorcranberry-blog]

I could really go for some cranberries right now...

[justonearepa]

Guess who's finished with her Julia Hoffman/Victoria Winters fic?? I AM!!!

I'm just going to check it over one last time and then I'll be posting it. Stay tuned for the link! :D

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[justonearepa]

Does anybody else ship Julia Hoffman and Victoria Winters?

I know some of you do but I want to know who does because I'm writing a fic and I would like to have some sort of established audience :P

I should specify that I mean romantically

[twice-as-drunk]

I just love Julia Hoffman! Night x

[huggabook]

'It was a solid, drab, yet not unfriendly city.  It throve on business.  It was prosperous.  It was thickly, obtusely masculine.  Some cities are women and must be loved; others are men and can only be admired or bargained with and my city settled serge-clad buttocks at vulgar ease as if in a leather armchair.  His pockets were stuffed with money and his belly with rich food.  Historically, he had taken a circuitous path to arrive at such smug, impenetrable, bourgeois affluence; he started life a slaver, a pimp, a gun-runner, a murderer and a pirate, a rakish villain, the exiled scum of Euroope - and look at him lording it!  The city was built on a tidal river and the slums and the area around the docks still pullulated with blacks, browns and Orientals who lived in a picturesque squalor the city fathers in their veranda'd suburbs, contrived to ignore.  Yet the city, now, was rich, even if it was ugly; but it was just a little nervous, all the same.  It hardly ever dared peer over its well-upholstered shoulder in case it glimpsed the yellow mountains louring far towards the north, atavistic reminders of the interior of a continent which inspired a wordless fear in those who had come here so lately.  The word 'indigenous' was unmentionable.  Yet some of the buildings, dating from the colonial period, were impressive - the Cathedral; the Opera House; stone memorials of a past to which few, if any, of us had contributed though, since I was of Indian extraction, I suffered the ironic knowledge that my forefathers had anointed the foundations of the state with a good deal of their blood.'