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who i am, or something;
Cecelia sat in John's chair, legs crossed under her and teeth leaning against the top of her glass. Or really, her tenth or eleventh glass. She lost count after number seven. She also had to remember now to waggle her eyebrows too much otherwise the basly stuck on paper would fall off. She gave a little, giggle, then an intake of breath, looking over at Sherlock. No, actually, today his was Nemo, from the film about the fish. "Am i... person?"
can u imagine when sherlock puts the rabbit guts in her bed or whatever when they are young
and he's at cee's door laughing just like YOUR FACE
Rules:
Always post the rules. Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones. Tag 11 people and link them to the post. Actually tell them that you tagged them.
Answers:
what do you sleep in? A long-ish jumper what is the nicest item you own? A jacket I bought recently from Topshop, it's my baby last movie you saw in theaters? Doctor Who 50th? if you could own any animal what would it be? I'd own a cat cause I'm too lazy to look after an interesting animal if you were a disney character who would you be? One of the ugly step-sisters. The uglier one. if you were a superhero who would you be? Ironman, if he counts. if you could sleep with any celebrity with no repercussions or law breaking or anything who would it be? Orlando Bloom top band you listen to? Arctic Monkeys if you were given the opportunity to be famous for whatever you wanted, would you take it and what would you be famous for? Yes, for acting in a Oscar winning thriller! favorite color? Eugh... purple have you kissed anyone because of a dare? Ya-ha, like a couple times
Questions:
What is the worst nightmare you've ever had?
What is your favourite smell?
What is something you shouldn't be that embarrassed/worried about, but you really are?
What did you do for your tenth birthday?
First CD you ever bought?
What is the worst Christmas present you have ever received?
Have you even been in love with someone you hadn't met?
When was the last time you felt really pretty?
Do prefer baths or showers?
Do you share a bedroom?
What is to your left hand side right now?
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your stereotypical saturday;
She had seemed to lose a shoe in the process of making her way to Sherlock's flat, and then she has fallen on the stairs, tears streaming down her face as she pushed open the door. But it was from laughter, everything was so god damn hilarious! She sniffed and burst into a fit of laughter again, waving her hand. "Sherl--- oh... Sherlock!"
Threads on Hiatus; basically this means threads that haven't been replied to either by myself or the other party for a long while and is either due to unexplained reasons, being on another blog, RL problems, or just me being a butt and unable to reply because I can't get an idea out ^^; But basically it means they're threads I'm still interested in doing, and don't intend to drop
IF YOU ARE ON THE LIST AND HAVE REPLIED AND I JUST DIDN'T NOTICE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME!!! Tagging all the people and posting this twice
déjà mieux;
She was probably going to get in trouble for this, in fact her mother had already scolded her for leaving Eliza in her arms and running off, promising she was helping Sherlock instead of running away from her motherly duties in search of art, shopping and good wine. For goodness sake, couldn't she do both? And of course they could of flown but their was something about dashing away to Paris, all be it with her brother, on a train.
She had a small bad on the crook of her arm, a smile on her face and the tickets in her free hand as she skipped up to her brother, waving the papers in his face. "Yo Holmes."
the fashion world is a buzz;
Apart from my office and the Starbucks two streets along there is only one other place I spend most of my time when I'm working. Actually, it's not the closet, where couture and everyday items meet and are hung out of our reach unless we ask very politely if we can maybe borrow them for some upcoming gala or party-- it's the boardroom. A few months ago someone had thought it would very funny to replace 'board' with 'bored' - boredroom - however you could no further from the truth, well, for me at least.
We have a meeting close to everyday, usually in the morning and usually we are forced to stand, coffee in hand, so we don't fall asleep. Editors, as well as models, are nuturous for not sleeping, thanks to parties and, if you're like me, the internet. We deliver our ideas and comments and problems to the editor in chief who rolls her eyes and waves her hand and mutters, 'deal with it girls'. We are, mostly, all woman actually, although no one mentions this, not even our only male editor who wears more pink than I did when I was a toddler and I wore a lot of pink as a toddler.
However pink is out and black and yellow are in. Together. I can say I ever had an interest in bees, when I was about seven I tried to look interested as my older brother talked about them but they were just another insect I didn't want in my bedroom, although I do remember bringing honey to one on a saucer before, upsettingly for me it still died.
This year however we are forgetting about flowers and looking to bees, Marc Jacobs brought out the aptly names perfume 'Honey' - which smells amazing by the way - and bees were obviously on his mind. It carried into the clothes, although less obviously, just with the colours, using white and black and yellow and black as the staple colours.
It didn't stop there, Sarah Burton went a little crazy over beehives, with certain jackets and purses designed with the repetitive pattern. Fred Butler used the same idea, although he did include flowers as the models graced the catwalks.
Fashions come and go but we're screwed without the bees-- for one, no more honey sandwiches, as well as more important eco friendly factors I can only presume.
