part 353 whalers on the moon

[aphanon_meme]

We've been here over a year now! I can hardly believe it! Dreamwidth's been pretty good, I'd say, with almost no downtime to speak of and all that! Anyway... how is your spring going? Or I guess it's almost summer, isn't it? Hopefully it's been well! I've been catching up on work and new movies, all very exciting stuff, I'm sure.

Enjoy part 353!

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[(Anonymous)]

It's a rumor, a legend, a mystery!

Re: /diff

[(Anonymous)]

/unfollows own dog

[(Anonymous)]

"Then they came for them, the grand duchesses who had flirted with young officers, who had danced across the deck of the imperial yacht, who had walked in white dresses and elegant picture hats before newsreel cameras, who had nursed and tended to wounded soldiers as their father’s empire edged toward disaster, and who now stumbled and slipped across a floor slick with their parent’s blood. ...

The silence of death: it lay across the terrible jumble of bodies and blood-spattered walls. But Anastasia was still alive, and Marie, too, for as their bodies were carried to a Fiat truck that stood waiting int he courtyard, first one, then the other, suddenly sat up, coughing blood, moaning, screaming. They were outside now, and the men couldn't shoot them; the bayonets came out, slashing through the air, but the knives struck the hidden jewels. And so someone grabbed a rifle, turned it around, and hammered away at the barely conscious faces, driving a the wooden stock down again and again and again. Battered into silence, choking on splintered bone and shattered teeth, drowning in her own blood--this is how Anastasia died."

Re: /diff

[(Anonymous)]

/except it'd be you saying that and not your dog

[(Anonymous)]

Well, even if she did survive, she's probably dead now. She'd have to be like 110 if she's still living today.

Re: /diff

[(Anonymous)]

/don't you mean "it'd be woof saying that and not woof's dog"

[(Anonymous)]

GO AWAY DIMITRI

[(Anonymous)]

but

magical fantasy

Re: winter blues

[(Anonymous)]

winter sucks pretty bad when you have no heat, but it's even worse when you've got a bad case of debt


poor Iceland probably feels it a little, too! he doesn't know what he's seeing, but he knows something's up and being at war is doing hell on everyone. he's a smart kid...which probably isn't a good thing for him here D:

[(Anonymous)]

sad/sads/sadself

[(Anonymous)]

it's the princess anastasia who will help us fly

[(Anonymous)]

Anon

[(Anonymous)]

eyes/eyes/fuckfuckgermanyself

[(Anonymous)]

YOU CAN'T FLY DIMITRI

[(Anonymous)]

one day I will finish my novel about "Anna Anderson"

one

day

[(Anonymous)]

she died, Jim

[(Anonymous)]

Lumping all non-whites into one category is so progressive

[(Anonymous)]

oh baby you you got what i need

but you say he just a friend

[mari]

all non-white issues are exactly the same.

[mari]

/friendzones

[(Anonymous)]

Ffffffffffuuuuuuuuu I wish I could take the day off tomorrow :'|

da

[(Anonymous)]

Why do you find it annoying?

[(Anonymous)]

I wish I could hold a nation and pet their hair

[(Anonymous)]

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground

[(Anonymous)]

well that's pleasant