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Nikki for Smallz & Raskind (2009)

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Stavros Cassadine, who had been presumed dead, is apparently, according to Nikolas, alive and behind Lulu’s abduction.

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#✘ ▒ ▌❝ ᶰᵒ ʷᵒᶰᵈᵉʳ ᵐʸ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢᶦᶰᵍˢ⋅ ❞ ➸ ( music. )#same with this one #xoxoxox

#✘ ▒ ▌❝ ᶰᵒ ʷᵒᶰᵈᵉʳ ᵐʸ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢᶦᶰᵍˢ⋅ ❞ ➸ ( music. )#it's a christmas tradition #merry christmas!!

#✘ ▒ ▌❝ ᶰᵒ ʷᵒᶰᵈᵉʳ ᵐʸ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢᶦᶰᵍˢ⋅ ❞ ➸ ( music. )#✘ ▒ ▌❝ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶦᵐᵖʳᵉˢˢ ᵐᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ⋅ ❞ ➸ ( musings. )

ogbackintown:

It was another Thanksgiving. Another year passed. This year it was just another day in Sonny’s book as he eased himself onto his couch at Greystone with a glass of scotch in hand. He eased the low ball glass to his lips and slowly leaned back against the couch crossing his legs. He had been invited to dinner with Alexis and his daughter – which inevitably would include Sam and Jason. He decided against it. He would rather be alone. This was the first holiday since Morgan had passed and he didn’t feel like doing much of anything with anyone. His hair was disheveled and it looked like he hadn’t slept. He certaintly hadn’t ate a bite to eat on a holiday that was typically about food and family.

He had just closed his eyes to let the spinning aroma of the scotch fill his pallet when he was startled awake by the knock of the door. “Ma…” he croaked out almost forgetting that his usual go-to had been given the day off to spend with Diane.” He got up and set his scotch on the coffee table before slowly making his way to the door, his hand always close to his pistol. When he cracked the door open he couldn’t help but smile. He hadn’t pressed Olivia about seeing Cross this year because he thought his kids would have a much better holiday without him moping about to ruin their day. It wasn’t until that moment that he realized how much he probably needed this. “Heyyy” he scooped the little boy towards him to press him into his side afraid to drop him if he picked him up considering how many of those scotches he had already consumed before noon. “Happy Thanksgiving, son!” When he looked out towards the drive he spotted Olivia with a plate in her hand. He was a little disappointed – not because seeing her was necessarily a bad thing but he knew that she was going to chastise him for spending his day this way. No matter what act he put on – she would be able to tell he was drunk and miserable. That’s just how they were. She knew him better than anyone.

“Are you just going to stand there in the cold or are you going to come in and warm that food up for me?” he tried to joke but his tone fell flat. He did however manage to push out a little dimpled smile for her and waved her on inside. He looked down at Cross and guided him towards the door to the livingroom. “The parade is still going on. You want to watch it with your old man?”

Cross’ knocking became excessive because Sonny didn’t answer quick enough to the boy’s liking. There was a bounce in him as he stood, waiting impatiently to see his father. There was no question that Cross absolutely adored Sonny and with the way things had been going lately, he seemed more eager than ever to spend time with him. Cross was only nine years old, but within the past three years, he had to watch his family endure some very tragic losses and he was coached into trying to understand death. It was Aliviyah first, which was easily explained because he’d always known she was sick. Morgan was a little more difficult. That tragedy was something that never should have happened and it put Olivia on edge, herself. She wouldn’t have wished the loss of a child on her worst enemy and it pained her to see Sonny going through the very thing she was still trying to pull herself out of. When Sonny finally opened the door, Cross’ eyes lit up and took the few steps forward to wrap his arms around his father in a tight embrace. Olivia, however, wasn’t as happy to see the state Sonny was in when she caught a glimpse of him finally. Immediately, she could see that he was in bad shape. The way he was struggling to hold his balance told her that he’d been drinking, he looked as though he hadn’t slept in days, and her heart hurt for him. It was Cross and her other kids who helped her cope with losing Livvy and despite Sonny’s current state, she hoped that their son could shed a little light in his world the way he had her’s. The smile left her face, a look of pure concern crept upon her features. “–madone,” She mumbled underneath her breath as she took several steps forward. The closer she got to him, the stronger the smell of the alcohol became. Cross paid no mind to it, obviously, but Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat. She hated seeing him like this. “Warm it up for ya? You must be kiddin’,” She teased, though knowing that she would take the extra initiative. He looked like he could barely stand up straight and she was certain that he hadn’t eaten anything in this state of mind. Cross followed his father without hesitation into the living room, releasing his hand to jump onto the couch so they could watch the rest of the parade. Olivia shut the front door behind her and rather than head for the living room like the boys, she went towards the kitchen to heat up his food for him.

#ogbackintown #✘ ▒ ▌❝ ᵇᵃᵈᵃᵇᶦᶰᵍ ᵇᵃᵈᵃᵇᵒᵒᵐ﹗❞ ➸ ( threads. )#✘ ▒ ▌❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ʳᵒᶫᵉᵖᶫᵃʸ⋅ ❞ ➸ ( olivia&sonny. )

@italianexoticbeauty ; HAHAHA THE JOLIVIA GIFSET. STOP WATCHING YOUR MOM’S PORN.

#italianexoticbeauty #✘ ▒ ▌❝ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃᶰᶰᵒᶫᶦ⋅ ❞ ➸ ( ooc. )

blazedroses-archive

“i’m guessing dante told you about the incident. that’s why you’re here, right? —look, olivia, i really don’t need another lecture so if that’s all you’re here for, i’d like for you to leave.”

@straightouttabensonhurst | starter call.

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"Not he’ah to lect’cha.” Dante had come to Olivia, expressing his concern for his little sister and naturally, she couldn’t help but be sure that Kristina was okay. “’sides, I ain’t crazy enough’ta think you’d listen’ta me.” She offered a warm smile, knowing fully well what it was like to be Kristina’s age and with her own children, she’d learned that sometimes they had to make mistakes to grow. Nobody was perfect. “But y’know, when I was your age, I didn’t want the lect’chas neitha’. I just wanted somebody to listen. Been told I’m a pretty good listen’a, if ya want.”

#heavenbent #✘ ▒ ▌❝ ᵇᵃᵈᵃᵇᶦᶰᵍ ᵇᵃᵈᵃᵇᵒᵒᵐ﹗❞ ➸ ( threads. )#PLEASE EXCUSE ME #i'm trying to get liv's accent across in my writing #which consists of constantly repeating the word outloud to figure out how to spell it #LMAO

Got a new theme up for Liv, so I’m gonna jump over to the gh multi-muse @themuseum and get some stuff done there. <3

#✘ ▒ ▌❝ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃᶰᶰᵒᶫᶦ⋅ ❞ ➸ ( ooc. )

Someone came into my job today, told us a Black Friday story, and used “Oh, Madone!” and I legit started screaming inside my head because Italian lingo.