I want it to be alliterative, and reminiscent of 1940s and 50s Americana.
I was thinking something like Priscilla Perfection? Dorothy Danger?
Something along those lines. Not so much a name as a title.
Ideas?


Of Rebellion and InsolenceSeverus Snape was not pleased when he learned that his wife, Dominique Yrbantisba (neẻ Snape), had gone to speak with the Dark Lord. Not pleased is actually quite an understatement.Of Rebellion and Insolence
He had told her she was strictly forbidden from joining the Death Eaters. She was specifically warned not to make her presence known to the Dark Lord any more than in passing conversation. Severus had instructed her that the Dark Lord must not know of their connection, as it had been hidden from him.
Probably encouraged by Bellatrix bloody Lestrange, thought Severus bitterly, as he furiously exited Spinners End, fo


More Than AnythingIve done itMore Than Anything
Thats all Dominique Ricci (formerly Snape, formerly Yrbantisba) could think as she stood in the foyer of Yrbantisba Manor. Of course she had stood there a thousand times before, but now things were different now she stood there as its owner. The mansion had (finally, after many years of waiting) passed into her possession.
Quite honestly, it was a miracle the old man made it as far as he did thought Dominique viciously, as it had been no secret that she had loathed her father from a very early age.
Dominique was suddenly shook from her reverie by the sound of th


This GameYou want to play that game, sweetheart? Oh, we can play that game. Push me off my pedestal, baby. Replace me with an angel, maybe. I want to play this game.This Game
You think you're in way too deep? Well you have no idea. When the calls won't stop coming And the adoration's overwhelming Maybe then you'll realize, love That you should never have started this game.
My rage is nothing to temper with. My nails cut far too deep, For you to hazard, to propose, to even think That you could survive this game, my sweet.
It was all begun In inno


I'll See It ThroughEverytime we get so close to the edge My love I become afraid of falling in. I reach for you to help me, but you're not there. I trip, I tumble, I stumble, I die. Because when it comes down to it, I can't bear the thought of losing you to my insanity. I can't do this anymore I've got to make it right. You speak, you mumble, you grumble, but I die. I need to know that you need me, too. Need me like I need you. More than food, more than air, more than liberty or freedom I need to know that you love me too, like I love you. I can't go on knowing that we didn't see it tI'll See It Through
Thank you.
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Damn, Emmett, Could you please be more, Eh, Human and less grizly ?!
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Jacob, Sit dawn, Good dog!
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I can read your future, want to know what it says?
here it is:
You'll be a biiiggg Twillight fan, so join the new moon club!
Because I didn't comment your profile, I commented a comment that you left on my friend's post.
So thank you...?
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Meowwwww.
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Meowwwww.
WTF is he doing?
He looks like he's doing some kind of Native American chant around an invisible fire.
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Meowwwww.
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Real angels wear black
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Meowwwww.
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You see, it's not about questioning authority. It's about having the ability to form a dissenting opinion on what you were taught. That is how you truly know what you're talking about.
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Meowwwww.
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