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❛ alex! thank god you picked up. i’ve been sat here wondering for like half an hour before i had to phone a friend — if you get gravely injured, right, do you dial 411 or 911 ? ❜

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❝ hi, babe, that’s –––– 911? [ dawning realization as she readjusts the phone from its previously precarious balancing act on her shoulder ] ARE YOU HURT? ❞

#jasongibons #she's trying to bake muffins right now she needs all her focus

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im matt leblanc

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im lucy liu

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Once upon a time there were three very different little girls who grew up to be three very different women with three things in common: they’re brilliant, they’re beautiful, and they work for me. My name is Charlie.

#girls!#tbt/////#let me come up with tags today

intimacy of self and truths behind a spy are rare to come by, most especially amidst each other. there’s a certain silent allowance for mystery, not to ask and certainly not to tell [ to give fodder for manipulation; it’s only helpful to grant information strategically, when necessary, or when it is impossible to avoid ]. but alex hates the silence. she isn’t the sort to speak unless prompted, but she still can feel discomfort in the quiet. she prefers the bustle of someone else’s voice. unspoken mystery oft forsaken for keeping a conversation alive.

❝ you mean to say, you don’t feel yourself? ❞ the question she asks is prodding, albeit cautiously. she won’t allow for a pause to overtake them so completely.

@vlyuvdova responds, ❝ some days i feel like a human being, while other days i feel more like a sound. ❞

a slow nod, mouthing an understanding ah as she forces herself not to do what might be most comfortable, that is to turn her attention away from natasha’s face and, rather, towards the glass of wine on the table before her. the inclination is smothered. ❝ well, only barely; ––– for better or for worse, if you’re a sound, you’re a ringing. ❞ the words are teasing, spoken with a smile which threatens joviality [ an oft forgotten emotion in their profession, she’d wager ] .

it’s only now that she relents and moves her hand to pick up the glass, though not yet pressing her lips against it before she continues speaking, ❝ a lasting one. ❞ she takes her sip, smile remaining, but no laughter.

#vlyuvdova #so................ tits?

she is so.

#there's nothing else i can say frankly she's just such a WOMAN

@bledyshka asked, what is a country but a life sentence?

❝ mmh. ❞ her hum of agreement sparks a settling of her features, as she leans her back against the wall behind her. it’s a stoic demeanor, albeit to those such as theirselves ( trained & capable ) it imparts itself as notably calmer than her previous expression. the edges are softened. she has loosened her stiff nature. ❝ allegiance, sure. –– there’re ways to get out of it, you know. for girls like us. maybe you oughta consider taking a peek into the freelance world. ❞ never can give away more than necessary; though an angel is an angel, and it feels cheap & distinctly cruel, even, to go without voicing it : LOYALTY CAN BE AN OPPORTUNITY, OR IT CAN PROVE A SHACKLE. she’s known it to go both ways –– and for their sort, lethal women, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢. your own loyalty is worth millions. who i answer to is the greatest bargaining chip i’ve ever held; it’s gone far. every time. that same stony expression remains, though she puts effort into allowing her voice a less sharp tonality, smoothing it out and warming up the words as they drop from her tongue : ❝ you’d have a lot of choices. ❞

warm but worn –– she could sing the praises of her own choice in loyalty all day, but there’s no point in denying the very reason this form of currency is worth so very much. it holds ramifications. death, the easiest one to name and be scared of, though there are far more consequences of obscene and horrifying nature underneath the surface level of failure or abandonment. so she speaks kindly, gently, but not without the ever - lingering acknowledgement of the difficulty there is in enacting change. loyalty is not easily undone, especially when it was initially strung together by obligation and family. she was lucky to have found her footing without being taken advantage of. she was lucky to have the angels.

❝ well, i guess i don’t need to tell you. you know, obviously. ❞

#bledyshka #HI hehe #spies!#honestly did not think of a context for this my apologies #so we can take it in whichever direction u feel like :-]]]

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Cameron Diaz and Lucy Liu at the MTV Movie Awards, 2000.

#yeah #tbt/////

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on earth we’re briefly gorgeous taken from the 2019 ocean vuong book.

you think i’m fucked up?

tell me where it hurts.

like a family. a fucked family.

i don’t want you to be my mom anymore.

you have to be quick or we’ll get in trouble.

did you know people get rich off of sadness? i want to meet the millionaire of american sadness.

listen. no, look at me right here, i’m serious. listen.

we talked about you, about your nightmares.

days i feel like a human being, while other days i feel more like a sound.

don’t look down, don’t look down.

you have to get bigger and stronger, okay?

the thing is, i don’t want my sadness to be othered from me just as i don’t want my happiness to be othered. they’re both mine.

how come each time my hands hurt me, they become more mine?

i’m not scared of dying anymore.

it’s kind of like being brave, i think?

a kind of mercy. to be clean again. to be good again.

what about our skeletons, how do we get away from them?

through this careful bruising, you heal.

keep going. fuck me up, fuck me up.

do you remember the happiest day of your life? what about the saddest?

what if my sadness is actually my most brutal teacher?

i have to throw up.

you don’t need to be scared. you’re smarter than me.

they say if you want something bad enough you’ll end up making a god out of it.

how can anyone be a feeling?

you were drowning, it seemed, in air.

do you ever wonder if sadness and happiness can be combined, to make a deep purple feeling, not good, not bad, but remarkable simply because you didn’t have to live on one side or the other?

have you ever made a scene, and then put yourself inside it? have you ever watched yourself from behind, going further and deeper into that landscape, away from you?

everything good is somewhere else, baby. i’m telling you. everything.

help me stay young, get this snow off of my life, get it all off my life.

they will want you to succeed, but never more than them. they will write their names on your leash and call you necessary, call you urgent.

what is a country but a life sentence?

#tbt/////