norah manson

name's norah atlantis manson. 25 y/o. born inter-sex but uses she/her. police officer lives in westbrook pansexual/panromantic daughter to dewey & lolita; sister to oliver & isaiah

[acrylicalchemy]

Michael Carini | Series: The Up-Side of Down

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Full Moon Priestess 🌝

[juliabulletblog]

Step by step of my mini galaxy painting.

I used acrylics, my synthetic brushes and paper for acrylic painting (360 gsm).

P. S. It was harder to blend acrylics on the paper, i prefer to do it on canvas.

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It was an experimental day today

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❀ like or credit @KlMSEOKJINZ ❀

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Temple: -sends classy nudes-

Temple: (five minutes later) I'm not even ashamed that I sent those to the wrong number

Norah: can't say that I'm disappointed.

[janellemnicole]

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[ceeyoutea]

[norahamanson-blog]

“Ugh, excuse me -- but can you help me find a place? It’s like Taco Bell, but...but it’s more Chinese?” 

[norahamanson-blog]

TXT MSG  →  CAM

norah: where r u

norah: u r 20 mins late. i'm starving.

norah: and i won't order w/o u.

[westoncrwfrd]

Hesitantly, Norah managed to softly knock on Mr. Baker’s door. His violent outcry took the young officer by surprised, but it’s not anything she hasn’t seen before. “Uh, Mr. Baker – you busy? I could come back at a different time…” Her voice trailed off. Nina looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the grown man’s behavior. Norah took a few steps into the attorney’s office. 

He looked up at the woman in his doorway, with a sigh. He still needed to work, even if it seemed like he was the only one. “No. Come in.” He pinched his nose between his thumb and forefinger, a vain attempt to calm his tiding anger. It was no fault of hers. “What’s up? What can I do for you?” 

[norahamanson-blog]

“I was scheduled to meet with you regarding the, uh,” Norah checked her files, entering deeper into the attorney’s office, “the hit and run accident. I’m being called to the stand, and I wanted to go over our notes to make sure it runs as smoothly as possible. Again, I can always reschedule if you’d like.” 

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masculinity is a prison, time doesn’t exist, gender isn’t real, virginity is a construct, and Jesus wasn’t white.

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me @ dinner parties

[norahamanson-blog]

“Uh, excuse me Miss – is ice code for something that I should be made aware of? ‘Cus you’ll be having more concerns than just being mugged…” 

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Jesus fucking Christ — what a way to jump to accusations. After recovering from the brief shock the aggressive allegation produced, Ingrid recovered with a calm smile and shrugged loosely. “ Even if it was, why would I assume you’d know? ” The woman’s quick handle on formalities and lawful-goody-two-shoesness gave away the origins of her sternness. “ I just need something to refrigerate my eggs. Not that I’m — ” and Ingrid’s eyes widen, faux-terror demonstrated clearly, “ — illegally harvesting my ovarian eggs for profit. I mean poultry eggs. ” Can you arrest a civilian for mocking an officer? Hopefully not.

[norahamanson-blog]

“Ha, ha -- that’s a new one.” Norah was genuinely impressed with the witty comeback that she received from the young woman. “Now, back to reality. Is there a reason you’re needing some ice? There are a few places, but not here locally. Your best bet would be in Haverford’s Freshfoods, or there’s North End -- but you wanted a low risk of mugging so it probably wouldn’t be your best bet.”  

[vicxcarlsson]

“I think they just towed your car. I tried to bribe them- I even flashed the driver but he said something about my small boobs not being enough to keep him from his commission.”

[norahamanson-blog]

“I mean, I appreciate your generosity -- but, that’s illegal...” 

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“Do you know if the store is shut yet? I have absolutely nothing left in my flat and I don’t want to starve to death. That wouldn’t be a fun time.”

[norahamanson-blog]

“I believe so. Is there a reason you waited until so late to make a grocery run? I mean, I suppose that I could get you some food, ma’am.” 

[ethan-morgan]

Lake Munroe had been closed off to the public for fifteen days, but it was almost too easy for Ethan to slip past the officers patrolling area. Making his way through the forest, Ethan eventually ended up at the lake and found the pier where Grant had been found. Lifeless and cold, just floating on top of the water like a piece of driftwood. The image made him feel sick, but the lake had played such a big part of their childhoods that somehow he thought being near the water would give him some answers.

Perched on the end of the pier, Ethan could hear footsteps coming from behind. Without looking up from the water, he spoke up. “You’re not supposed to be here—” Neither was he, but that wasn’t the point.

[norahamanson-blog]

Norah had been patrolling the area that evening. It wasn’t her typical position as a police officer, but with the recent death, they had hired more security regarding Lake Munroe. She wandered off from the position that she was stationed in, to go for a walk towards the pier. The broken branches cracked under her feet as she slowly went to approach a man down by the water. 

“That is true, Mr. Morgan... but I also have a feeling that you’re not supposed to be here either.” Her voice was direct, but she still sympathized with Ethan. She couldn’t bare the thought of losing a loved one, especially in the case that Ethan had lost his brother. She moved in closer to him. “I know this doesn’t help, but I am so sorry for your loss.” Norah turned away, facing out at the water.