#billsikes

[noplacelikevintage]

Fabulous addition to my #etsyvintage shop: Bill Sikes | Vintage Bossons Wall Mask Made in Congleton, England | Hand Painted Chalkware Figure Produced in 1964 https://etsy.me/3tYkgEz . . . Day 85/365 #etsy365 #billsikes #charlesdickens #olivertwist #bossonshead #wallmask #congleton #chalkwarefigurines #handpainted #noplacelikevintage #shopsmall #supportsmallbusiness #shopvintage🌼 https://www.instagram.com/p/CM65VySAL8S/?igshid=vxr8knephfhg

[rainbow-brite13]

🖤 SAME ENERGY 🖤 (People who play sinister villains need love too.) #WilliamSikes #BillSikes #OliverTwist #WilliamLewis #Billy #OliviaBenson https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv4ze7hH_FP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1mnpjp5rs23lx

[sophiaoffrance]

||BillSikes||closed starter||

Sophia was fast asleep in her room while Hannah roamed around the house hungry. The tiny girl heard bill downstairs and ran to find him. “Papa! I’m hungry” she murmured tugging his pants slightly. Whenever she wasn’t around Julian she found herself in the habit of calling Bill, papa.”

[gretelthewitchhunter]

Hello ! (✿◠‿◠) Once you get this you must share five random facts about yourself then pass this on to your 10 favorite followers

// First of all, YOU ARE SO SWEET! AWWW!

Okay, let’s go.

1. I’m watching Pacific Rim right now

2. I wish I didn’t feel the need to wear make up whenever I went out in public.

3. I want to go to NYU for college

4. I am really bad at learning foreign languages. Like really bad.

5. I look like a hot mess right now XD

[theresalittleditty]

She had always been prone to worry. It was a natural instinct that came with her particular lifestyle, something always buzzing fretfully at the edge of her mind, disregarded at length with a cheery disposition. Perhaps it was a result of her lifestyle, the effects of living as the lower class. More than likely, it was because the hours tended to stretch 'til sunrise, and Bill wouldn't yet be home.

Worry kept her awake, pacing the small apartment with feigned busyness, despite the late hour. Three o'clock, as proclaimed by the chime of the clock. It was unreasonable to still be awake at such an hour, but the bitterness of building panic kept a yawn from escaping past her lips.

Really now, where was he? Surely he wasn't still up and about at this hellish hour, for a drink or for a job, it didn't much matter to her. But he was a smart man, an able man, capable of brutality. As odds went, it was doubtful he could have come to any harm. And yet she worried, glance training persistently down towards the door.

[gretelthewitchhunter]

// Ok I was going to try to knock all my drafts out but I feel like I'm gonna pass out for tiredness but I promise they'll be finished by tomorrow! Sorry to keep you all waiting!