a scene of high drama

[doctorconquest]

In the dim light early Wednesday morning takes place a duel of honour! Beautiful Lady Catherine's fiancé Lord Harold has challenged beautiful Lady Catherine's lover, the notorious non-traditional-gender-role-conforming lesbian Charlotte Thynne to a fight to the death! Clutching her handkerchief, Lady Catherine looks on in what appears to be horror and fear for her beloveds, comforted by her closest friend, Lord Harold's elegant sister Euphemia. However, unbeknownst to Lady Catherine, Euphemia has had a hand in the morning's spectacle--harbouring a secret love for her friend, it is she who told her brother of Charlotte's involvement with Lady Catherine and provoked him to the challenge, in hopes of eliminating her competition and knowing Lady Catherine will surely turn to her for support in her grief. But what is that look behind the picturesque dew of tears in Lady Catherine's eyes? Could it be...a glint of excitement? A sparkle of delight? A hint of derision? Fools! she thinks, as she feigns a swoon into Euphemia's arms. Who are they to claim to fight for me? As if I were a prize to be won and not an adult capable of making my own decisions? Listening to the clash of the blades she poisoned herself she knows that soon, free of both their stifling attentions, she will leave this place forever and live finally as an independent woman.



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so I got some of these metal paper fasteners today with the intent of using them for poseable paper dolls, and instead I sat down at the kitchen table and did this.

I do have a compulsion to make everything into people. it is almost certain that, were I to find myself trapped in a room with a cabinet full of canned goods, I would immediately become the mayor of Can Town.