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All girls like shiny things--but some like them *sharp*.
El corazon de la auyama solo lo conoce el cuchillo.
Translation: The heart --inside-- of a pumpkin or edible squash is only known by the knife. -
"Garlic is as good as ten mothers." -- Les Blank
“Comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.” -The Song of Solomon
If you were in need of comfort (food), what would Jelly feed you?
Ask and learn.
ETA: One of Jelly's comforts is chocolate jelly with pineapple and violets -
...ennui synchronized to the pulse...
"A little gold and a little charcoal, / A little bone, a little wax. / A little alcohol, a little horror and a little gum. / A little ivory, / a little sulphur, / a little damp dust, / a sluice of fluids." ~The Vesalius Song
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NP NaNo
Jelly’s November Random Misadventure-To-Have List
(a.k.a. things that Vertigo will flake out on this time)
1. Perfect Prefect Fondue: Honeydukes chocolate + prefect bathroom hot tub + fondue formula = <3 (I think I’ve seen this porno…)
2. Frazzle Dazzle: Quidditch + Zonko fireworks + leftover loot from career fair = <3 (Snitch a la flambé, ( Read more... ) -
She played the violin, loved tea, and always called him Voldermort.
Once upon a time I kept tinkering with the idea of creating an adult character. A teacher, no less. Hannelore is the leftover product of this psychosis. She was (is?) a half-blood, an OT Ashworth who doesn’t like Ashworths, a lady, married thrice, divorced twice, a harsh liberal, a demanding teacher (Muggle Studies), and had an unidentifiable ( Read more... ) -
But I’m sure they also talked about shoes.
Lenore: You’re rich; it makes you arrogant.
Jelly: You’re beautiful, what does that make you? Maybe wealth is as much a product of luck and genetics as your gorgeous eyes and sensational legs, or maybe it’s all part of some vast, nebulous grand design. Who cares? Neither option puts me in debt to anybody else’s morals. If some fool trips over ( Read more... ) -
Growing pains
"Jelly worsening control over her magic is neither accident nor an unfortunate product of puberty. Unbeknownst to her, Midas Ashworth arranged for a series of treatments to disrupt her chi flow and steadily ruin her control. If the no healing measures are taken soon, Jelly’s condition will worsen and she will be technically a Squib by the time she ( Read more... ) -
A little unwell.
"Just because she hadn’t spent two nights in a row in Boston, or talked with her mother face to face, in over a whole freakin’ damn year didn’t mean she was going to get gorily sentimental or sappily wistful, or upset, or go back to thinking of what that doctor in Beijing had said and how Midas looked at her the last time, the smug satisfaction in ( Read more... ) -
Whatever happens in Vegas-can’t compare to what blew up in Berlin!
Hey, Ling, can we assume the cuddly cousins spend some time together before one went to Venice and the other went, um, everywhere. Because if they did do some traveling together, I think it’d sound something like this…
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(walking away from a long dinner and a harried waiter)
Jelly: You’re not supposed to tip ‘em here.
Denys: You’re not supposed ( Read more... )
