Remember those cat blankets I made? Well, Big Mac, my soon-to-not-technically-be-a-kitten-anymore refused to leave the neatly folded pile alone. I mean, to the point that he was laying all over them...and-shoot, so I can't get the pics off the card. I know I still have it, I just have to find it. And no one in my family can help because their digitals are Pentaxes and a Nikon and mine are Canons.

I hate posting so much in a row, but at least the posts are sufficiently different enough to warrant it. Since I've been on a sewing kick lately, I've been in and out of JoAnns, which is the closest decent...x 20.5" (1) Aqua, blue, purple 'stained glass' design; reverse is same: 17" x 22" And I stayed up too late again, so I think I will try just staying up, period, and crashing tonight. Go self. :

Martel was hurt. Martel was hurting. They'd woken up that morning to Richert's screams for help as he alone tried to maneuver the almost full grown woman up the stairs to the flat they were sleeping... The only thing keeping the V necked shirt decent was the fall of Martel's almost white blond hair; it fell over her shoulders and rolled down her front in lovely curls, helping to cover her assets.

This Livejournal is going to be used for rp purposes in a certain community, as well as posting fanfiction. Please, read the tags if there are any uncertainties about the ratings I have on them. heres... It wasn't exactly common knowledge, after all. Even Zechs didn't seem to know.. Maybe shed tell him one day. Maybe. One of these days. Just as soon as she was finished with this Whiskey lullaby.

Tabitha Jane Franklin is a name to run away from, if you happen to be a high-level Alliance wizard. Born in 1910 to a married woman and a triton highly placed in Titania’s court, Tabby was raised under the auspices of her mother's husband, but was always considered slightly fey and unusual. She hated the restrictions placed on her life by her mother, who, fearful that Tabby’s true father would be...