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yay!
Well, it's certainly about time this happened, and so Cosette can be found sitting in bed, holding baby Georges. There was likely lots of spazzing and flailing on the part of Cosette, Georgiana and Marius during the whole birthing process, but things are calm now, and anyone who'd like to pay a visit is more than welcome.
Typist: Yeah, we all ( Read more... ) -
Oh good heaven!
Your Ultimate Purity Test 2.0 Score Is... Your Score:Average For All UsersAverage For All
( total) Dating88.46%34.3%You - have you ever kissed a girl? Sex Drive97.62%75.56%Monks are envious Straightness87.04%40.08%Just go fuck something, okay? Self-Lovin'100%61.56%Never taken out of the packaging Shamelessness100%77.78%Has yet to see self in ( Read more... ) -
Fangirlage
I watched a most marvelous program with my typist last evening! The poor, dear Queen. She did not deserve any of those dreadful things to happen to her! And I still do think she would be a wonderful person to name a baby girl after. -
The sort of post that is Open
Cosette is, for lack of better words, rather upset and confused, and so, upon being delivered back to her room by Combeferre, will be found seated on a bed, in confused tears. With the door halfway open, she can be seen leafing through a Bible, apparently searching for something, and her sniffles can most likely be heard down the hall. She is, of ( Read more... ) -
Open post!
Cosette is sitting, alone, on the ground in front of a couch. There's a very pretty, full skirted white dress lying on the ground next to her, and she is alternating between staring at it and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. She is a bit distressed, and it shows. She hasn't even taken the time to put up her hair, and so her curls are ( Read more... ) -
Oh look! It's a meme!
Typist:: Pick a song that suits your puppet. Upload it using YSI or some similar site. Link to the lyrics. If you can't upload, feel free to post just the lyrics. Choose the song yourself, or let your puppet-- or do one from each, if you're in great disagreement about it.
Heart of Innocence- Jessica Simpson
Lyrics!
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Inheritance
I never knew either of my parents. Oh, perhaps now and then I could recall bits and pieces of my mother- the sound of her voice as she sang me a lullaby, or a memory of her wearing a white dress- but they were like a puzzle with missing pieces, and try as I might, I could never make them whole. I thought that I had nothing left to connect me to her ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
We've begun discussing names. And godparents. And, oh, I can hardly believe any of this! I do so hope I shall be a good mother. Sometimes, I'm awfully afraid that I won't be. I am just quite lucky that I've the most wonderful person in the world to help me.
