FOOLISH

i don’t know how to promo it but ta-da~ for the most part it’s up and ready. let me know (preferably there) if there’s anyone you’d like to see!

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So naturally I’m trying to figure out what to do.

I’m like--I could reboot Dio, y’know, and go from him, but I’m equally as tempted to either make a different Alan Cumming FC blog, try another Josh Gad FC blog, or give up altogether and go for a multimuse.

“La Folle? Cher? Are you home?”

LeFou removed his hat with a simple sweeping gesture and set it on the peg hammered into the wall near his door. The small cottage was quiet and still, an unusual state of affairs these days--the girl from the forest, despite her silence, had made herself very much at home here, and was often enough found doing something noisy, dirty, rough, or all three despite her own quietude. She was rather like having a little boy, and an immensely guilty pleasure of the otherwise childless, hopelessly pining, lonely, fated-for-eternal-bachelordom LeFou.

                                            LA FAMILLE LEFOU!

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