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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Crown Jewel by Laura McCabe
I actually made this one years ago. What with the recent debacle at Swarovski, I'm finally getting my stuff together to make a 'specimen cabinet' of all possible ways to assemble these. New one up soon!
BTW not buying any parts. This is just stuff I have since I've been beading for COUGH years 💜.
Laura: I don’t believe in luck. Sweeney:
Sweeney: I have no fears.
Salim: What if you woke up one day and Laura was taller than you?
Sweeney: I have one fear.
"You want to try your luck?" - "All my luck is yours, Dead Wife."
I dressed up as Laura Moon :)
and then he thought of laura...
it was as if thinking of her opened a window in his mind. he could see her. he could, somehow, see her.
she was in eagle point, in the backyard outside her mother’s big house. she stood in the cold, which she did not feel anymore or which she felt all the time, she stood outside the house that her mother had bought in 1989 with the insurance money after laura’s father, harvey mccabe, had passed on, a heart attack while straining on the can, and she was staring in, her cold hands pressed against the glass, her breath not fogging it, not at all, watching her mother, and her sister and her sister’s children and husband in from texas, home for christmas. out in the darkness, that was where Laura was, unable not to look.
tears prickled in shadow’s eyes, and he rolled over in his bed.
Police officer: You're under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.
Mr Wednesday: Wait, what do you mean three?
Police officer: Yes… Three.
Shadow: Oh, my God-- What the fuck!?
Police officer: Sir?
Laura: SWEENEY FUCKING FELL OFF!
Baron Samedi and Brigitte during that scene: