#P.S.: this was drawn actually back in August

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Idk how to title this so welp ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Sunday Snoozes {S.G.R.}

Franchise: Call of Duty (MW II & III)

Character: Simon Riley x Reader

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Hey! So I am suuuperrr nervous to be posting this. I haven’t actually written properly in about 4 years, and I very suddenly got the urge to write this while sitting in my garden this morning. I’m very sorry if it sucks, I’m super duper rusty ): It’s just a soft little drabble, hope you guys enjoy! (: ((oh, p.s. hi, my name’s Bunni 🩷))

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It’s 9:42am precisely on a late August morning. The curtains are half drawn in your shared bedroom, the warm morning sun pooling through the gaps and leaving puddles of ecru on the carpet below.

As autumn steadily approaches, the heat of summer had begun to die off and you’re back in skimpy pyjamas as opposed to the weeks of sleeping in your birthday suit. Simon was not overly-joyed the first night you slipped into bed in some teeny tiny shorts and a vest top. But, despite the cooling temperatures, the window remained open through the night to allow the fresh air in.

With it being a Sunday, the roads are a little quieter than usual. Your house is situated just a row in from the main road of the village, meaning you’d still hear the cars, lorries and other vehicles coming through at all hours. The row of trees lining the main road rustle in the warm breeze and the sound carries through to you. With the warmer weather also comes bikers and as the morning kicks into gear, there are a few revs of engines and whines of throttles as people go for morning joyrides.

The duvet around you is warm - tugged up to your shoulder with one of your legs hanging out and your ankle hanging off the edge of the bed. Behind you, a steady wall of scarred muscle and a strong arm snaked around the dip of your waist. Simon’s breathing is steady behind you. His gentle exhales hit the nape of your neck through your hair and send a shiver down your spine with every one. He is just in a pair of pyjama bottoms, chest exposed as he often gets a little too hot in the bed anyways. Sleeping alone in a tiny military bunk for years will really have you needing to reacclimatise to what should be normalities.

You are both awake; that much you are certain of. But neither had mumbled a good morning or anything of the such. It is too nice to just lay quietly listening to the rustle of the leaves and the moving traffic outside. Sometimes the road goes quiet for a little time. In those moments, it’s easier to focus on Simon behind you and his breaths.

Finally, the position gets the better of you and you have to stretch - arching your back and twisting your torso until you feel the vertebrae click and crack. The movement brings a soft little grunt, eyes fluttering shut once more for a moment. Simon says nothing, but as you settle back into the mattress, he presses a gentle kiss to your exposed shoulder. You exhale contently at the feeling. Your body practically melts into him.

“There she is.” His voice is gruff, hears from being his first words of the day. You feel the words rumble through his chest and into your back.

Maybe he hadn’t realised you were awake after all.

“Hi.” Your voice is soft and quiet, a true juxtaposition to the Lieutenant

“Hi, baby.” He presses another kiss to your shoulder before tugging you ever closer.

His chest is so warm, and you can feel the scars and burn marks that run all the way down his right-hand side. They’d never bothered you. Not really, anyway. He’d always be Simon under all the physical reminders of his hardships. When you’d first started dating, he made a habit of covering them up as much as possible. You’d been patient with him, and slowly but surely, he started wearing less and less until he was comfortable roaming the house shirtless. Win-win.

The birds are chirping, an orchestra of mostly pigeons, magpies, blackbirds and sparrows. The soundtrack of the countryside. From the gap in the curtains, you can make out the vibrant blue of the morning sky. There’s a cloud or two sometimes breezing past, but it’s almost completely aquamarine.

In the distance, the sound of church bells begin to ring out. The church is situated on the other side of the village, but it’s a small village so the bells are loud and clear.

Simon hums quietly behind you, snuggling into the crook of your neck.

Your hands move to gently grasp his forearm and you exhale softly again. Being in his arms always feels so good. Especially on lazy mornings like this.

“Someone’s tying the knot early.” Simon grunts.

“Isn’t it just for mass?” Your voice shoots back the question quietly. Simon hums at it.

“Maybe.”

He presses yet another kiss to your skin, this time on your neck where his head is buried and you shiver at the contact. He likes the response, kissing softly again.

“Be us one day,” Simon says quietly, “up an’ early.”

You feel a soft smile break onto your lips and do nothing to hide it. He’s so warm and comfortable behind you. It would be so easy to melt into him forever and ever.

The birds chirp with the bells and somewhere in the distance, a lawnmower kicks into action. You know you should probably get up, maybe make some breakfast. But you don’t want to leave Simon’s arms. And he has no intention of letting you leave either, as he pulls you ever closer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, piss off the whole village with the bells while we tie the knot at soon as the church opens.”

[spxllcxstxr]

Lakeside View • L.E

Summary: “You’re so beautiful.” (Bolded)

Warnings: Petunia makes an appearance so, but otherwise f l u f f

Word Count: 832

A.N: I love Lily Evans so much, and I honestly really like how this turned out

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19 August, 1977

Dear (Y/n),

I cannot believe your parents let you get away with spending over 40 Galleons on fireworks—ones you can’t even use in front of Muggles! My mum and dad would’ve gone ballistic! They would force me to do every chore in the house, and here you are, getting off completely free. Unbelievable.

Nothing new has been happening over here, though my dad is teaching me how to drive his car in case of emergencies.

Oh! Petunia and her cave troll of a boyfriend are driving me absolutely mental. She barely wants to be in the same room as me, which is bad enough, but now I have to listen to them snog from across the hall! Our walls are thin, you know.

So I was wondering if you wanted to come over tomorrow...help get me out of this nightmare for an afternoon. We can go to the lake near my backyard.

I look forward to seeing you!

Lily

P.S. Bring a firework or two over, the spot I’m thinking of is pretty secluded.

You knock on Lily’s front door the next afternoon with a bag filled with Dr. Filibuster’s Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks.

Petunia, with short brown hair and a cream colored dress, answers the door.

“Lily, your freak friend is here!” She calls behind her. The tall brunette sneers at you, blocking the entrance, not wanting another oddity inside her home.

“What did you just call me?” You challenge sharply, your hand balling into a fist around the handles of the bag.

“A freak.” She spits back, eyebrows drawn together tightly.

You take your wand out and point it at her. “You’re asking for it...”

Her face briefly looks panicked, but Lily shoves her way through. “Come on, (Y/n), it’s fine.” She takes your hand and drags you away from her house.

Your hands are still connected even after Petunia slams the door, and your palms buzz in excitement.

Lily is wearing a simple white tank top and denim shorts, her long red hair in a low ponytail. Her skin, though slightly tanner, glows in the sunlight. The red of her hair is more vibrant than usual, almost fiery.

“Does she say that shit to you? Call you a freak?” You ask, concerned.

Lily’s hand squeezes yours reassuringly. “Yeah, but it’s fine. She doesn’t talk to me much anyway since she’s been snogging that Dursley boy.” She shrugs, still pulling you to the lake.

The wooden dock is rickety and completely drenched in the shade of a nearby weeping willow.

Lily only lets go of your hand to sit down at the edge of the dock and you follow her lead. Your toes skim gracefully over the cool water.

“Why is this spot so secluded, anyway?” You ask, glancing around. “It’s pretty.”

Your little perch overlooks the rest of the lake and you can make out numerous groups of families farther out, soaking up sunlight and splashing in the lake water. There are a few small boats scattered across the water containing fishermen.

“I actually don’t know.” Lily admits, her green eyes scanning the glimmering ripples of the lake. “It’s just usually me out here.”

The two of you occasionally kick water at each other and talk about your last year of Hogwarts until the sun dips lower beneath the horizon.

The loud chirping of crickets and the songs of many other bugs eventually drowns out the screams of children farther down the bank.

“We should light one up.” Lily mentions, nodding at your bag of fireworks.

“Oh yeah!” You dig around in the bag, grabbing a long tube.

You dip your fingers into the water before touching the fuse.

Purple and pink sparks erupt out of the top, the sound of cracking creating faint echos.

You turn to Lily, seeing her smile reach her eyes, and the vibrant colors reflect in the whites of them. She simply looks stunning.

“Merlin, you’re so beautiful.” You murmur, voice low enough to have it be obscured by the popping of the fireworks.

She turns to look at you. “What was that?”

Your eyes widen. “Oh! Erm...” You sputter out nervously. “I said—I said...you’re so beautiful.”

The confusion melts from her face.

“But I understand if—“ You jump, trying to save yourself, eyes flicking between her luscious pink lips and her radiant green eyes. The pink and purple sparks are still going off.

“No, (Y/n), it’s alright.” Lily interrupts, leaning in closer to your face.

You lean in closer as well, praying to Merlin you’re not misreading the situation.

Your lips press together, capturing one another in a soft kiss, eyelids fluttering closed.

The beating of your heart picks up and it feels as if it’s lodged delightfully in your throat. You wonder if she can hear it.

Eventually and reluctantly, Lily pulls apart for air. Silently, you mouth wow.

“Gorgeous.”

“What?” You pant out, still dazed.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” Lily repeats dreamily, resting her hand atop yours.

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An idea:

You know that one anime that aired on Adult Swim back in the 2000′s? Super Milk Chan?

Well... I’ve got an idea.

How about an adaptation to that?

It would be called “Super Milk Chan: The Age of Monsters”, or “OH! Super Milk Chan: Monster no Jidai” for the Japanese audience.

In this series, Milk-chan would be an android with actual superpowers, created by a man named Kirby Amadeus in the year 2145. She would be a teenager in this series, and would actually be competent, unlike in the original series, yet still be a pottymouth (kinda). She would be accompanied by a boy named Kitorou Umihara, the president’s son, who also has superpowers. Tetsuko and the Landlord will appear as villains in the show, but Hanage will not be in this series. Dr. Eyepatch will be the main villain, who is also a robot, but from outer space. There would be four seasons, each taking place during a season of the year (Spring for S1, Summer for S2, Autumn for S3, Winter for S4). Season 1 would have Milk and Kitorou trying to stop Dr. Eyepatch (and later, other villains) from taking over the world, and trying to seal a rift in the dimensional barrier, so there’s still a world to stop the villains from taking over. Season 2 would focus on the heroes trying to uncover a conspiracy involving a vigilante team of “heroes”, called the Coronauts, who later turn out to be working for Dr. Eyepatch, by stealing Milk and Kitorou’s jobs and even creating evil clones of them. Season 3 would focus on a group of rare mechs called the Bakariders, and Milk and Kitoro must preserve these mechs and keep Eyepatch from getting even a finger on one of them. They also find Kirby Amadeus, the creator of both Milk and the Bakariders, who bestows upon Milk and Kitoro an evolution: the Amadeus Mode. Season 4 concludes the series with Milk and Kitoro trying to find the four Infinity Keys (North, South, East, and West), so they can destroy Eyepatch for good, and bring the Earth back to its former glory.

I’ve already drawn Milk a bunch of times in this form.

The show would be released in Japan on TV Tokyo in January of 2005, and end in June of 2008; its American release on Nicktoons Network would be in March of 2008 and its final episode in August of 2011. It would also have a TON of international releases, throughout North America, South America, Europe, and Asia. Sentai Filmworks would have the license for the English dubs.

There would also be a manga adaptation published by Shonen Jump, and serialized on Shonen Sunday.

P.S. YES, it will have a lot of elements from OH! Super Milk Chan.

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25/11/16 ~ 30/1/17

BONJOUR MES AMIS ET MA FAMILLE!!!!!!! Or for me, it’s Bonsoir by now. So, I’ve been MIA since i’ve now realized the 24th of November, which I’ve been told by the people who read my blog that that’s a LONG TIME!!! Which, until I was told so, I didn’t know how many people actually read my blog, so I was completely surprised when a lot of people were mad that I wasn’t blogging. So, new year and new me, which means I’m actually going to be getting back into blogging again! (Which with this years schedule, will be easy for me to do with the free time I have in between classes, but I’ll get into that later). So the reason that I wasn’t blogging during the last month of November and the beginning of December is because not only did I have a lot of finals at that time, but I also had a lot of other exciting things happening at that time too. The big reason that i’ve been away for so long is that I actually went home for Christmas vacation, and I couldn’t be online blogging because I had to surprise my grand parents (HUGE SHOUT OUT TO THEM!!!! My Gramma for her perfect reaction that I will explain for later. And to my Poops for being my everything and giving me the most perfect present of all time: his reaction) (P.S. Poops, if you’re reading this: don’t you start crying!!). So with that being said, let me catch you ALL up on a lot of the things that have happened and are happening now.

So like I said, I went home for Christmas break. At the time, my grandparents had thought that I would be staying the whole entire break traveling around europe with my friends. And that was my intention, but because all of my friends were actually going home for the break, and I didn’t want to be by myself (and let’s face it, I really needed my family fix at that point with all of the stress that I had on me) I asked my parents in October if I could come home for the break, which they agreed. So I had emailing my grandparents, telling them I was “going” to this place and that place, all the while I was coming home. So because I had gotten in super late the day I came home, there was no way that I was going to surprise them that night, so I did it the next day, which went absolutely perfect. So my sister and her boyfriend had helped me through this: I had a card all drawn out, and I had my planned all ready since November (I was super excited), so we start going to the house, and I hide on the side of the garage where they can’t see me, while my sister and her boyfriend go in the house. I told my sister to make sure that my Gramma and my Poops were sitting in their chairs that are basically in the back of the living room, so then they wouldn’t see me coming into the living room when I had to. Then I had my sisters boyfriend distract them by talking to them and what not, while my sister “got a drink”. Now mind you, their house is set up so when you walk in the side door (which is the door we always use) you walk into the kitchen, the basement is downstairs from there, then you turn left, walk into the dining room, and then you take a right, and there’s the living room. It’s a very tiny home. So while my sister was “getting a drink” she let me in from the side of the garage. Now here comes the fun part, in this card that I had made for my Poops, it said something along the lines of “Dear Poops, I talked with Santa and we agreed that you’ve been a good boy all year round, so we thought you should get one of your christmas presents a few days early, are you ready?”. Now mind you, while he was reading this out loud and my sisters boyfriend was recording it to “send to me in France” I was hiding around in the dining room so then I could hear when to come in. And when he said “are you ready” my heart fluttered. I walked into the room, my Gramma screamed and covered her mouth, and my Poops was absolutely speechless crying. He couldn’t believe that I was actually standing in his living room, which a sign and bow in hair that said “Merry Christmas Poops, from Santa”. Everyone was crying (even my sister!). But it gets better. So in the video (which is posted to my facebook) you hear me talking with my Gramma about how she was wishing for me to go to Puerto Rico (which that reaction I will never get over because it was so funny), and how they kept checking up on my on my various social medias (again, another reason why I had to be MIA), but what you don’t hear is when I’m hugging my Poops, he tells me that he was so happy to see me, and that he couldn’t believe that I was actually home, and that he loved me so much. To see the man that I love and aspire so much so surprised and excited, and to have him hold me tighter than he has ever held me before in his precious arms was the greatest gift that anyone could ever give me. Throughout this whole post, I’ll talk about a lot of the things that i’ve done and what not, but to be honest, if anyone were to ever ask me what my favorite thing about this whole France experience is, is that I was able to do such a wonderful thing like that to the one person that means everything to me, and that I could be there with him for the break and Christmas, meant the world to me, and (sorry everyone) but no one can give me a greater gift than that, and now I have it on video forever. That was the single absolute greatest day of my life. I love you Poops, so very much for everything that you’ve given me. Thank you. BUT! That wasn’t the only person that I surprised while I was home. On Christmas day, what we usually do is it’s just my family (Me, Mom, Dad, sister and now boyfriend) open presents in the morning, and then in the afternoon, we go to my Grammas house and do presents there. Welp, I also didn’t tell my cousin I was coming home either (oh yea, my Gramma was kinda salty that I didn’t tell her, Sorry Gramma, you were too much of a liability, couldn’t risk it). Anyway, so when went to their house, their car was already in the driveway, which meant that they were already there. So what we did was they all went in first, and I was the last one in, and when I walked into that room, I swear that’s the hardest and tightest hug that we’ve ever given each other. She was so surprised that when I sat down in the chair, she wouldn’t let go of my leg for a good solid 30 minutes (which there’s actually a great picture of that I love so much). But she was so surprised, it was another great day. And that night, she had posted the sweetest thing I think she has ever posted, and it was the cutest thing and I am forever grateful to have such a cousin like that, that we’re basically just sisters. Also to be able to be home and spend it with the people that I care most about, that’s the thing that means a lot to me. Since no one knew I was coming home, they didn’t really get me a lot (that and the fact that they didn’t know I was even coming at home, but that didn’t stop my crazy Gramma from going out 3 days before christmas) but the thing is, that really wasn’t important that day. The fact that I was with all of my family whom some I haven’t seen since August, and some I haven’t seen since October, were all in one room sharing my favorite holiday, and that I was able to share that moment with them, that’s really the greatest present you can give me. So thank you to all of my family for that wonderful present, because honestly I think it was the greatest present of all time.

So, the second great part about the whole vacation home, was that I actually went to Puerto Rico (which I think I mentioned above). So my friend Briar and I actually went for a whole entire week visiting my friend (because she lives there) and spend the days on the beach, going out, and just being with each other. And honestly, I can’t wait to go back again (oh believe me, I’m going). It was amazing, I had real pina coladas, lots of beans and rice and plantains, and I was with two of my best friends making every moment last. And new years was an absolute treat! I was blessed into the new year by my friends aunt, I spent the changing year with her family (which whom i’m absolutely in love with) and then my pretty girls and I went out on the town and just partied into the new year. It was the greatest. Even though I came back with the WORST sunburn i’ve ever gotten in my whole life, it was just amazing. AND we went to Flamenco beach, rated number 6 in 2016 of worlds most beautiful beaches ever!!!! (which is where I got the burn). But, it was awesome. I really think I was born for the island life, but was just born in the wrong spot of the world.

So after I came from that, i surprised YET ANOTHER PERSON (kinda). I was going to surprise my best friend from college (who i still call my roommate even though we don’t live together because let’s face it, mentally, we still live in that crazy dorm room we shared last year) but seeing as i couldn’t hide the fact that I was home anymore (because I wanted to post things about my family) she ended up finding out, and we had planned a date to meet up together. So when we finally did, it was another great day of my life. I had picked her up from class (which was so funny, because she was used to my old car, so when I had my new one because my sister totaled the other one) she couldn’t find which one was mine, so when I honked a million times, she started laughing. So when we finally saw each other, we were just so excited. We talked about boys and stories and things we’ve done and what not, it was literally like I had never left her, like, we literally just caught up as if I had gone to class and hadn’t seen her all day. And that;s the best kind of friendship that anyone could ever ask for. The fact that we have been apart for so long, but I can still text and message her things from all the way over here, and she does the same to me, and the fact that we do keep in touch when we are so far apart in distance and time, is something that I am so thankful to have. She’s literally the best, and I had an absolute great time with her while I was back. That day felt endless, which was good, because I didn��t want it to end.

So after I had visited everyone, went to Puerto Rico, and rested at home, eventually I had to go back, which you would think would be the easier the second time around, but for some of the people that I had to say goodbye to, it wasn’t. When I said goodbye to my Gramma and especially my Poops, I start crying before I could even leave the room. He had told me that he loved me so much, and to stay safe and have the best time ever, and that he would be waiting for me when I got home to sing him a belated birthday with the cha cha cha’s and everything. But as for my parents, I didn’t cry when I left them, which I thought I should’ve because the first time I bawled my eyes out like a baby when I had to leave them, but this time with them, it was easier. Either way, I got back on the plane (a 9 hour exhausting flight) and I was back home to Rennes in 2 days (because my friend and I decided to spend a little time in Paris to sight see...where we ended up sleeping and trying to get rid of the jet lag).

So that night when I came home (rennes home) and I was in the car with my host mom, she was asking me questions. Now before I left, I would usually only be able to answer simple questions such as yes or no. But when she was asking me questions, I was able to give more than just a one word answer. Now, it wasn’t a whole essay worth, but it did come easier than it was when I left, and I was so surprised with myself that I felt really great about it. It was awesome. So that night I had dinner with my host family, and then I was going to see my friend who I saw in Puerto Rico, and my other friend whom I haven’t seen since i’ve left. So i’m waiting and waiting and waiting, and I see them both come up from the metro. My puerto rican friend comes up and gives me a gentle hug (cause she had seen me about two weeks before hand) and was asking how I was. Now my other friend, I knew he was ready to tackle me to the ground, so my friend had stepped out of the way, and this kid body slammed into me. I had missed him so much, because surprisingly we had really become very close over these past few months (as i have with a lot of these kids that I didn’t know would mean so much to me) so we hugged for so long, and then we celebrated that I was home, and I think you can just guess what we were doing. But anyway, it was just so nice to have the gang all back together, and basically this whole entire week we’ve just been partying and celebrating all of us being back together!

Now today was different, because today was actually the first day back of classes, which, the usual college kid in me wasn’t ready to get back to work and be constantly tired and sometimes have your eye twitch (cause that’s what happens when you’re under stress). But at the same time, I was excited. I knew I wanted to try harder this semester (not that I didn’t last one, mom and dad, i just said HARDER, not “actually try” this time. Big difference) and that I was going to be back in a routine and to improve on my french, especially because of the fact that i’ve gone up in a level as well. Last semester I was in A2-A and now I’m in B1-C, which means that it is going to be more of a challenge, but I think that will be good for me, because it will actually force me to try harder when it comes to speaking french. Which, brings me to my point about today: I actually spoke more french today with this one girl in my class, and it was awesome. Now again, it wasn’t a whole essay with MLA citations and such, but it was a lot more than I did last semester, which meant that I was improving on my french already. I’ve already made two friends already, was starting to speak more french, and I could understand my teachers (for the most part, some bits and pieces were a little lost) so i’m generally happy with my first day in school. There was one thing that did happen though, it was drama (that I would rather not talk about because i’m over it now) but I had called my mom (cause she’s my best friend and I literally tell her everything) so I was talking to her, and i told her “mom, I got so mad, i shopped” and she burst out laughing over the phone, which I knew would make her laugh, which is something in that moment that i had desperately needed to hear. I was so mad to the point where i was walking home (and usually I cut through the mall if it’s raining or cold out) i passed this store, and just without even thinking, I bought clothes. But the thing is, it really did help. It gave me the chance to just breathe, think about what I wanted and what I thought was cute, and to be honest, I got new clothes, so was any harm really done? But anyway, so I called my mom telling her this, and she laughed and talked to me afterwards which really made me feel better. People, let me tell you something, whether you love both or maybe you just have a parent that you’re closer with, or if you just even like one of your parents (which I love my mom and dad, let’s not get that confused here) until you’ve had to live in another country without access to them at all times, and you have to be dependent on the time to contact them, I don’t think you know what it’s like to miss your parents then. Because my family is everything, and my mom is my best friend, and the fact that it’s nearly impossible sometimes to talk to her because sometimes I wanna tell her something at 9am here, but it’s 3am over there, is really tough. But parents, (especially mine right now) you guys are absolute super heroes for everything that you’ve allowed for me to accomplish and do over here, and still supporting me when it’s the hardest right now. I really cannot thank you guys enough for all that you do, and I love you guys so much that these posts, would not be here had you guys not told me to follow my dreams and do whatever makes me happy (thank you Mr. Thomas for showing me the ways in french which influenced me to follow this path as well). So, just a huge shoutout and thanks for being my parents, and thank you to my mom who laughs at my dumb things when I need it most, like today.

So, that was really it for today. And really for my break as well, I mean, besides just watching Netflix, napping, and playing with my dog, those are really the highlights of my year so far, which, i’m not gonna lie, has been an amazing start so far! Thank you to all of my family and friends who’ve made that possible, without you guys, i’d probably just live under a rock and do nothing, so thank you for making me so interesting (and maybe a little weird). As for tomorrow, I don’t have any classes (because normally I would have Lab, but usually for the first week of classes they don’t do lab) so, I can actually sleep in. But, I am meeting with my friend tomorrow for lunch, and hopefully I don’t get mad and go on a shopping rampage again hahaha. Thank you again to all of my readers for sticking by even when I was MIA for practically two months, like I said, i have a good feeling about this year and the things that i’ll have to post about. Stay tuned for the many adventures of this Frenchie here, and I will see you all tomorrow.

With much love, Emma <3