Janaina Medeiros
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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AnasAbdin
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KIROKAZE
occasionally subtle
almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Three Goblin Art
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@maternalgrief-blog
I WANT MUCH MORE THAN THIS PROVINCIAL LIFE. I WANT ADVENTURE IN THE GREAT, WIDE SOMEWHERE. I WANT IT MORE THAN I CAN TELL. AND FOR ONCE IT MIGHT BE GRAND, TO HAVE SOMEONE UNDERSTAND; I WANT SO MUCH MORE THAN THEY’VE GOT PLANNED.
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I WANT MUCH MORE THAN THIS PROVINCIAL LIFE. I WANT ADVENTURE IN THE GREAT, WIDE SOMEWHERE. I WANT IT MORE THAN I CAN TELL. AND FOR ONCE IT MIGHT BE GRAND, TO HAVE SOMEONE UNDERSTAND; I WANT SO MUCH MORE THAN THEY’VE GOT PLANNED.
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❝ yes, excuse you indeed. ❞ Had this stranger not been so RUDE, the woman would have otherwise taken the blame, apologizing profusely before going on, as not to cause any trouble. Hera was quite perturbed by such attitude though, so there she stood, hand lightly resting on hip, staring the woman down. ❝ and yet, i hear NO apology. ❞
❝ And that would be because I did not offer one. ❞ Leila retorted, a scowl upon her sweet features. Embarrassment tinged the pale of her cheeks a soft pink; yet she was not so easily intimidated. ❝ YOU bumped into me. I will not apologise for your clumsiness. ❞
❝ a while. ❞ her whole life, but this woman doesn’t need to KNOW that, doesn’t need to know how she learned it. ❝ it’s not too complicated. ❞
❝ Looks complicated to me! ❞ Leila grinned, a small laugh escape her lips. She knew the women was holding back the truth, but such was her right. Where would they be in this world without their secrets? ❝ Show me how! ❞ The young woman commanded, with the elegant certainty of one acclimatised to getting what they desire.
“Oh but I haven’t been told a THING. More like —- I heard from the maid who heard from the butler who heard from the cook. I’m afraid things are slow in Corona so news travels fast. As long as it’s interesting it doesn’t matter whether it’s true or not.”
❝ Perhaps if you were a little less INVESTED in spreading tales, you would get more done in the day. ❞ But Leila could not help but smile, amused at the antics of the other girl and the gossip that spread like wildfire through her Kingdom. ❝ Do you not like to tell the truth? ❞
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❛ you’re leila, right? my father told me i might find you over here. he’s discussing business with your father in the other room. ❜
❝ Yes, ❞ The young blonde glanced shyly up at the other girl, a crooked smile upon her delicate features, a half sigh escaping her lips. ❝ He’s always discussing business; it holds little interest to me. And you are? ❞
The Dark One:
‘ right, like your DAUGHTER, ’ emma mused, thoughts quickly shifting to the princess ( future queen ) that had once previously pulled a knife on her own mother ; what a funny sort of irony it would have been to have done the same to aurora’s. but she didn’t cast a curse this big to play get even with aurora & her mother. she did it to get back at her own. ‘ & her child. how is your grandchild, by the way? adorable little thing. ’
Her spine stiffened, and a chill shuddered through her. The thought of this woman, once a saviour and now a demon, laying her hands on the infant her daughter carried was unthinkable. How strange they had all changed so much in such a little period of time. There had been a time, not long ago, when the town had placed complete faith in the blonde woman before her, and now Leila stood rigid, frozen at the implied threat towards the one joy remaining in her life. ❝ She has NOTHING to do with this. ❞
❝ Of course? ❞ the blonde repeated in disbelief, blinking once, twice ( innocence veiling her eyes ). ❝ That is rather sad, thinking of what could have been. ❞ Yuliya thought that perhaps she should understand the other’s motives, but what did she know about love, lust or even life? Her mother had taught her to smile prettily at whoever she thinks is worthy the Kapuletovs’ attention, and very little beyond that.
❝ When the time comes, father will make that decision for me. ❞ Leila stiffened. She did not think to dwell on the possibilities of true love, or never ending affections. Destined from birth to marry into wealth and royalty, such as how she was born, meant she had sacrificed all decisions of her own. She was an empty shell, a pretty girl with a sweet smile and gentle hands. There need be nothing beneath the surface a husband would not desire. ❝ You know how these things work. ❞
i’m never passive aggressive
unlike some people
NO ONE decides my fate but ME
Valentino spring 2015 HC
The more you focus on analyzing a character the more dissatisfied you are with the common fandom portrayal.
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems (via words-and-coffee)
NO ONE decides my fate but ME
NO ONE decides my fate but ME
NO ONE decides my fate but ME
