@Fubsy my boyfriend (soon-to-be-fiance) and I will be having our first born, hopefully. :)
Congratulations! :D Have you found out if the baby's a boy or girl yet?
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STATUS: Who needs Aquaman when you have real superheroes like Mermaidman and Barnacleboy. 9 yrs ago
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Who needs Aquaman when you have real superheroes like Mermaidman and Barnacleboy.
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Contrary to what anyone says, As Fuck is a reliable unit of measurement.
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"Write drunk, edit sober," is a viable strategy until you realize anything you write just divulges into offbeat ramblings.
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There's nothing like finishing a good book at 4 in the morning.
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Blob Fish > All
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Congratulations! :D Have you found out if the baby's a boy or girl yet?
@Fubsy I'm doing well.. excited for the next 9 months. (:
@Altered Tundra Meh. I haven't gotten to watch ANY of it. Don't have cable.. I watch all my shows on Netflix :( & FitzSimmons are truly OTP. <3
Oooh, what's in the next nine months?
Marcella straightened her dress as the names were being called out. She tucked a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear and stared at the stage. She forced her breaths to go at a slow pace and her hands to stop shaking. Several names people came up before she heard it: 'Biancardi'. Her last name, clear in the air. With a forced calm upon her features, Marcella gathered her wits and walked onto the stage.
@Fubsy *waves back with a small smile* hey there! thank you for dropping by my hangout ^-^ how are ya!
Doing pretty dandy, how bout you!
*waves shyly* Hi! I dunno who you are and you probably don't know me, but you seem pretty cool!
Marcella gave Cooper a grateful smile as she caught up. How the girl managed to stay so calm, Marcella wished she knew. As Cooper left to join her family, Marcella remained with her other companions. Her eyes scanned the crowd. Parents, siblings, friends...all of them surging to see the fates of a new generation. And among them, Marcella's parents. A cold chill crept up her spine as she spotted them seated amongst others of high class. Their gazes, cold and calculating, drilled into her, making her feel as if she had done something wrong. With a nervous gulp, Marcella focused on the stage and awaited the names to be called.
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Haha, I'm with you on this one. I wanna wait and see, especially since it looks like more people are joining. ;D
Haha, I'm with you on this one. I wanna wait and see, especially since it looks like more people are joining. ;D
Marcella quelled her shaking hands to still as she gathered her things. It was time. A part of her was excited. This was her, after all, the moment when everything changed. She was finally going to become independent. She chose how she talked, how she dressed, what she did. This was the start of her life. The other part of her mind, the doubtful dark part, echoed with the 'conversation' Marcella and her madre held in the carriage. The topic of the machine being able to be tampered with, despite Max's reassurance that it had greatly improved, haunted her mind.
With a final breath, Marcella followed her friends out the door.
With a final breath, Marcella followed her friends out the door.
Marcella frowned. "Tricked?" The idea that the machine that determined their jobs—no, their lives—could be tricked was beyond comprehension. The mere suggestion of it was terrifying even. "How?"
I may or may not be trying to think of ship names.
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