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silent sentinels, ocean reveries

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Why Did You Take My Foolish Heart?

Alice By Heart | Author: Blissfulbroadway

“Alice,” the teacher chided. She had sharp cheekbones and an even sharper voice—it pierced right through you. Alice held back a wince upon the sound of being scolded. “Stop ogling Alfred, will you? Some people here are trying to actually learn.”

All eyes went on Alice. The only one who didn’t look over at her was Alfred. She could see the tips of his ears turning a beet red, and she guessed that’s what the rest of his face and chest looked like in that moment. They were both equally embarrassed. Only, Alfred tried not to let Alice feel bad. He just tucked his face into his arms and shook his head.

The teacher, on the other hand, seemed quite pleased with herself. She just flashed an almost sadistic sort of smile before continuing her lesson.

After class, she had Alice write “I will not disrupt class” twenty times on the board before she was sent to her next teacher.

That wasn’t the thing that made Alice feel angry or upset, though. What really upset her was the fact that she hadn’t made a move on Alfred yet.

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i like ur cursor

Thank you king you helped me make it a puppy :-)

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Without Losing a Piece of Me, How Do I Get to Heaven?

Alice By Heart | Author: Blissfulbroadway

“Bible school?” Alice shouted, grabbing Alfred’s polo in her fists and shaking him about. He flinched a little and reached up to grab her hands, tangling their fingers.

“You’re making me feel ill,” He said firstly. “And, yes. Bible school. Although…it’s more like a camp. It’s vacation Bible school. It’s only a few days.”

“Days?” Alice was completely exasperated at that. They were quite codependent.

Alfred wrapped Alice in a tight hug and shushed her. “A week. Can you hold out till then?”

“That’s seven days. You’ll be gone for…like…forever!” She whined, wiping at her eyes suddenly. To a thirteen year old Alice, this felt like forever.

“It’ll go by quickly. Just read our story over and over and think of me! It’ll be a whole week over before you know it.”

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A Celebration of Life, Death, Love, and Loss (chapter four of “Let the Gentle Ocean Take You”)

Alice By Heart | Author: blissfulbroadway

While the boys headed back towards the upper deck, Alice ran all the way to the Captain’s Quarters.

Tabatha had woken up without the warmth of her wife. Alice found her sitting up in bed, the pink shawl wrapped around her bare chest and shoulders. Her hair was a mess from sleep.

“You left,” Tabbie noted quietly, watching as Alice sat down on the edge of her bed.

“I’m sorry, love. I had to check on Alfred and the boy. They’re fine. Still on the deck.”

She didn’t want Alfred to get into trouble, so she lied for his sake.

“And what are they doing?” She asked, reaching out for Alice’s hands. Tabatha’s fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the wedding band.

“Just talking. You know how Alfred is. He’s…delicate to him. He wouldn’t rough him up.”

Tabatha waved it off. “It’s whatever. I don’t care. It’s not like that boy took my sister. His court did. I don’t care to hurt him, I’m just trying to make a statement. You know how it is.”

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[fish-to-male]

one day some of you will actually go outside and go to pride and you’re going to meet old black queens who refers to themselves as femme, you’ll meet people from small towns who still use the word transsexual, you’ll see that your local activist organization set up a stall about your local LGBT history that includes leather bar’s history, you’ll see lesbians in groups refer to themselves as “guys” and “boys”, you’ll see someone with breasts and pasties and little else have “he / him” painted on his chest, and you’ll be so caught up with your terminally online attitude that instead of appreciating the wide diversity of people who exist in the LGBT community who are brave enough to share themselves you’ll just be formulating posts and tweets in your head for when get home about how “problematic” it all was and it’s honestly tragic

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Rude Awakening (chapter three of “Let the Gentle Ocean Take You”)

Alice By Heart | Author: blissfulbroadway

With all the gentle rubs and kisses—and her beloved sea rocking her calmly to sleep—it didn’t take long before the Captain was laid back in her bed. Alice always insisted the most peaceful her wife ever looked was when she was asleep. Even when they exchanged gentle kisses in private, Tabatha always seemed to have a far-off rage inside of her. But when she slept, her face was soft. There was a faint sign of wrinkles where her brows usually furrowed, and her face was sun kissed and freckled. Alice thought she was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen.

But, today, she couldn’t admire her personal treasure. When she finally got her wife to sleep, she covered her with a shawl she had gotten on some island a while back. It was soft and delicate, and she thought it almost laughable to see Tabatha covered in something so pink and pretty.

Regardless, she quietly left the cabin before rushing to her shared room with Alfred. When she got there, she gasped. Dodgy was asleep in the hammock. Alfred’s hammock. Untied and peaceful. Tabatha would kill him if she saw him.

“Alfred?!” Alice whisper-shouted, pulling him out of his reading. He gasped and put his book down before standing up to talk privately with her.

“Oh, Alice! You’re finally here! I was meaning to talk to you about earlier, when I stood up to the Captain and—“

“What are you doing?”

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Firecracker on a Crowded Street

Alice By Heart | Author: blissfulbroadway

The young and innocent Alice Spencer and Alfred Hallam—who’d just turned seventeen years old as of a few days ago—had never been to a university-level party before. But, there had been plenty of shitty things that led to this sketchy decision. His mum was still as overbearing as ever, and his father was neglectful and downright abusive at times, leaving his son to steam in his room after every argument at the dinner table. His mother usually cried and called him an embarrassment or something similar for talking back to his father and not being as great as him. Not only that, but he was more insecure than ever, and his self-image issues were raging more than the usual teenage self-loathing. So, before he was sent off to university in a year where he’d study what his father chose and live at a school he’d pick out and pay for, Alfred decided he wanted to be bad and do something naughty.

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Such a Waste, Your Beautiful Face

Alice By Heart | Author: blissfulbroadway

A tuft of caramel curls filled Alice’s palm, and after a moment of hesitation, she looked down to Alfred’s head. There was a bald spot, the minimal amount of hairs left thin and thready on his scalp.

“Alfred…?” Alice gulped, letting the hair fall to the Persian carpet beneath them. She wiped her hand on her skirt, watching as he lifted his head—completely unbothered.

“I was right in the middle of Alice meeting the White Rabbit! It’s my favorite!” He insisted.

Alice wordlessly held up the curls. Her face said it all.

“Is that mine?” Alfred asked quietly.

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[dodgefred]

I'm curious if I missed something. What did Angus do?

he kicked me in the shins and spat on me and called me stupid

[ghostlypawn]

receipts i shall provide 😁

chapter 5

Never before had her growing chest been such a nuisance as this. Surely, there were bigger things to dwell on than her blouse. To Angus she turned imploringly: “Unhand my shoulder, please.” But Angus held tight. His clenched hand straining out of that seeming dust-heap of his outfit. […] Almost, almost, Alice could let herself entertain empathy for the stunted hopes of this still-aspiring lad. Were it not that . . . his own rogue eye kept roving her chest, as if he were staking a claim on her just-budding life . . .

chapter 7

Leaving Alice free to head toward Alfred. Which she immediately did. One stealthy step, on . . . Only to meet a leg. Directly in her path. But, whose leg? Oh, of course—Angus’s! With his face gone in a puff of smoke, beckoning her toward his blue-cloud delirium. With a wave of his siren pipe: “One puff—and all this fades away. You’re in some other dream.” And with that, Leg 2 swung round and clamped her, just above the knees. […] “I, please,” Alice attempted to plead, when . . . suddenly . . . Like an answer to her unuttered prayer, Harold Pudding jumped onto Angus’s dustblooming cot, and with that plunge, broke Alice free.

chapter 14 (this is just weird)

Angus, roused from his roost, satirically called out: “Right, right. And I, I, too, shall not cease from this mental fight, nor will my erect red Sword, my heated Meat Puppet, sleep . . .”

chapter 14

“See, blokes like me,” argued Angus, “failed volunteer blokes like me, we don’t fly. No, we climb a great ladder.” With a near-canine chortle, he ruffled Mamie, with a rough hand, through her blanket: “Muck-ups like me, it’s easy-peasy—see, we put out the li’l girls’ fires. But soon soon our ladders will be cryin’ for water! Haaaaaaah!” […] But on Angus had gone. Pocketing his pipe, he clamped that same presuming hand on Alice’s back. Swaggering suggestively: “Let that Queen call her dogs and her Marshals. The real enemy’s in our pants, isn’t he, darlin’?” […] Alice saw: “Alfred?!” But Angus snorted, holding her hostage, staying his burled arm on hers. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

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Literally Sater why

[dodgefred]

every alice by heart character is transgender

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Yeah

[dodgefred]

SPRING AWAKENING: God, you remember how we used to run back to my house and play pirates? Wendla Bergmann, Melchior Gabor, you, and I…

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:-) yeahhhhh

[dodgefred]

chickens r fat or skinmy. depends

yeah when i eat them

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😐

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Love Is Brief and Time’s a Thief

Alice By Heart Last Five Years AU | Author: blissfulbroadway for dodgefred

“Dodgy?” Alfred called. The lights in the house were off, and from what Alfred remembered, he didn’t have any rehearsals scheduled. But, then again, Alfred had been away at some writer’s workshop for a bit and Dodgy rarely spoke to him about his whereabouts, or what he was up to at all.

Getting no response, Alfred dropped his bags at the door and bounded towards the living room where Dodgy usually practiced choreography or sat by the window to learn his lines. He wasn’t there. Alfred noted a few little statues and all the scripts from the book shelf weren’t there, either.

He rushed to the kitchen. All of Dodgy’s tea was gone, and so was his steamer.

Alfred went to the bathroom. His toothbrush wasn’t in the holder, and when he checked underneath the sink, Dodgy’s ten-step skincare set was gone. There was no loofah in the shower. His soap was nowhere to be found.

Alfred was panicking a bit now. They weren’t robbed. The television still hung on the wall, and the fancy cooking equipment and whatnot was all still safe and sound. The only valuable thing missing was Dodgy.

When Alfred rushed to the bedroom, his stomach dropped in his chest. On the bed laid a note.

The only thing Alfred could comprehend was that one stupid word ringing through his head.

Goodbye.

Dodgy was gone. Truly gone.

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[pomegranate-wiisps-deactivated2]

anyways, im gay for marya dmitrievna akhrosimova and elena ‘helene’ kuragina akhrosimova. have a good day

[theandrewlloydwebbermemorialpool]

good morning to sisters who live by the sea, astronomers in treehouses, bears who just like honey, mysterious camera shop owners, starchildren, subway drivers, ladies who suffer from a morbid acuteness of the senses, soldiers who sense their death coming, friends who drink whiskey together, mothers weeping in chairs, storytellers who have to tell the shah a new story every night or be killed, souls trapped in reincarnation cycles, women in sexy red cloaks, those trying to forgive themselves, and ghosts

[mijaqq]

If there was an all-female revival of Great Comet, Dolokhov would have a manbun with an uppercut.

[blissfulbroadway]

THIS

[filmcentral]

The happiest part of the story is that Matilda and Miss Honey each got what they had always wanted: a loving family.

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Milf?