March 27th, 2009


I can't not share this

Remember Freakishly Lifelike Christian Bale?

That's A DOLL. You guys, I am going to own this. I don't care if I have to sell a kidney, if I have to keep it under a milk crate so it doesn't kill the other dolls, if I have to lock it up at night so it doesn't kill me. I can't not own something this fantastic.

ETA: For certain values of "going to." Not any time soon, I don't think.

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Serafina's lover

Like many kerfuffles on The Shelf, the next one was also my fault. Everyone had settled down, despite the occasional undercurrent of disgruntlement (Anna and Elizabeth still awkwardly avoiding each other, Eowyn yearning for Edward's tiny broodsomeness, Faramir yearning for Eowyn to get a clue), and I, like a dumbass, had to go and say something. Galadriel was off reading Lyra a bedtime story (Island of the Blue Dolphins, only somewhat retold to include a very cold island and a polar bear), and Serafina was combing her hair over on my pile of research books, as she does (it gets tangly with all that flying around), and I looked over and deadpanned, "So, you picked out that lover yet?"

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