ships in which someone speaks English as a second language (◡‿◡✿)
ships where that someone slips into foreign swearing when upset (◕‿◕✿)
ships where that someone moans out foreign endearments when they’re with their lovers (ʘ‿ʘ✿)
SHIPS WITH BILINGUAL LOVERS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧
Priya*Nate, Louis*Emily, and it goes both ways with Josie*Vladimir
List your characters in order, from most to least cynical.
Believing that people are motivated by self-interest; distrustful of human sincerity or integrity.
Doubtful as to whether something will happen or is worthwhile.
Relevant to the story I’m writing . .
Christian Louboutin’s patent leather Bianca in rouge imperial.
The apartment of Josie, Georgie, and Maggie.
Of course Josie gets the biggest bedroom with her own bathroom, would you expect anything different? Plus her parents pay the vast majority of the rent …
Done with: floorplanner.com
Random Fact About Josie #1
The first show that Josie performed in was West Side Story. She was an ensemble member and the understudy to the understudy to Maria’s understudy. By some sheer accident of fate, Josie had the chance to perform as Maria once. The seats weren’t packed. She didn’t get a standing ovation. Her performance didn’t end up in any reviews. But as the curtain fell that first night, Josie knew she was doing something right.
The Six Women that Vladimir Loved.
I got bored and made some of the girls here
So … I made the girl’s engagement rings …
Day #19 - Santa
Two hours. They had been in this line for two hours now. Two hours of Sophia crying, Simon complaining that he was hungry, and who knew what Josie was jabbering on about. Sophia, Vladimir could forgive. She was four years old and they hadn’t anticipated the waiting in line for Santa to cut into her nap time. Simon on the other hand was almost seven years old. He knew how to behave or rather he should have. Besides, the kid hadn’t eaten more than he had at lunch. Vladimir was surprised he hadn’t thrown up. Vladimir visibly shuddered as an image of his son puking on Santa Claus flashed in his head.
Day #8 - Tinsel
One hundred and thirty dollars, the stupid fake Christmas tree had cost him hundred and thirty dollars. Plus however much Josie managed to rack up on his credit card on ornaments and other decorations. Why had he let Josie move in again? Oh right. The cat needed her. Vladimir smiled. He would never say it out loud but he kind of needed her too.
“What are you smiling about, love? Finally getting infected by the Christmas spirit our new tree brings?” She kissed him cheek, walking over to hang a few silver ball ornaments. Vladimir rolled his eyes. She was making his apartment look like some picture out of a Home & Garden magazine. It made Josie happy, but he didn’t much care for it. “Oh, Vladimir don’t give me that look; it’s beautiful. See, even Peanut likes it.”
She swooped up the cat she had dropped of all those years ago into her arms. Josie then plopped down next to him on the couch. Vladimir put his arm around Josie. “Peanut just enjoys all this tinsel to play with.”