My borrowed face and my third-hand grace only reflect your glory

Note: Annabelle and Cadence walker are themamma_bear and gunpowder_eyes respectively, and are used without permission but lots of love. Horatio and Carlton are mine to use and abuse as I see fit. :P

“The pickles are staring at me!”

“Cadence Jolene Walker, if you don’t eat your food this instant…”

“But Moooooommaaaaaaaa!...”

Frowning, sixteen year old Anne chewed on her lower lip and reached up to toy with the end of her ponytail as she rearranged the vegetables on her plate with her fork.

“You heard yer momma, Cady. Eat yer food.”

“I *can’t*, Paw Paw! I can’t eats my burger when it stares at me!”

( Anne shifted in her seat and bit the inside of her cheek. It wasn’t her place, it *really* wasn’t her place. Mother would be disappointed in her if she gave these people cause to regret taking her in… )

Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 535

I got bored this morning and started poking around for more things to buy for my upcoming trip to Las Vegas. Honestly, why do such cute things have to exist for the sole purpose of emptying my bank account? It's a conspiracy.

First I found this, which I think may be my new favorite dress. Next to this one, at any rate. Or even this one. Do you see what I mean yet?

Of course, there's a half dozen other dresses I want, and dresses I want for other people. I don't really know if this would look good on me, but Baileigh? It might have your name on it. There's also a wealth of skirts and tops I want, or want to buy for other people.

For myself? I like this with this top. CJ, sweetie? I can't decide if I want this or if you should have it, but I bought you this top, it was just too cute not to. Watch the mail.

Please extract me from this site...screw it, from the internet at large.