#goddamnplvcky

[naturewiitch]

@goddamnplvcky continued from here.

“Maybe. --- Yes.” She is chewing on the insides of her cheeks. 

[ultimatecosmicjoke]

       In 1939, this war was promised to be short, and those who were schooled on the horrors of World War I were sent marching into World War II. Enlistment papers received with a reluctant hand, the good doctor can still recall the way the draft officer paraded the idea to soldiers and doctors alike that this was to be a tactical sweep into German territory. A rigid agenda to eliminate the Nazi regime - dehumanize, destabilize, and antagonize. Never did Dr. Thredson imagine that he would be forced to offer his medical expertise to the German front, attending to wounded German soldiers. Three years from that fateful day that would alter the course of history, the good doctor survives among the enemy, prey masked as friend in a den of wolves. However, his sanity is on the verge of extinction. Three years from enlistment day, he continues to walk up and down the barracks of Dachau, surrounded by the stench of festering flesh and decaying bodies that were left to bake in the sun. Despite conditions, the drafted doctor has become accustomed to the foul odor of death. 

       To get a breather, he steps outside for fresh air, wiping hands stained in sticky vermilion with a white cloth. But it isn't just a breather he's after. Peering to his left along the cobblestone road, he spots her through a group of heavily armed soldiers. She appears to him like mother goose--from the baby blue smock with its girlishly rounded slip of a collar to the white cotton apron and nurses hat--leading a line of small children. Motherly. More than once she has caught his sharp eye, hers never meeting his. What is she up to, he wonders. Stealing a glance to see if he is being watched, he tosses the stained white cloth into a puddle of muddied water and follows in hot pursuit. 

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[borncruel]

YES ?!  the smile that graces carol’s lips is hard to miss.  it’s so full of contentment,  ceruleun hues lighting up as she’s  ‘ granted permission ‘ to kiss the other woman.  it’s something she’s wanted to do for a while but has only just plucked up the courage to ask.  & she wanted to ask  --- she wanted to make sure it was okay before doing so.  it was more polite that way, she feels.  it was better off that way.  she doesn’t say anything, she sees no reason to.  instead,  warm palms place against lana’s cheeks, the pads of her thumbs stroking delicate circles against the woman’s jaw.  and she leans in, breathing slow as petals come to place against the woman’s that oppose her.

it’s a CHASTE kiss,   brief but gentle ... and truth be told, carol DOES want more. but for now, she pulls back ; gaze finding lana’s, perfect ivories biting down on lower lip.  ‘ i’ve wanted to do that since the day we met. ‘ it sounded clichè, but it was no word of a lie. their connection had been obvious from the very moment they met ( at least carol had felt so ... ) ‘ your lips are every bit as soft as i imagined them to be ... ‘ her words trail off as she realises that she’s rambling. and so, to shut herself up, she leans in for a second time, this time initiating a kiss that is much more ... NEEDY. 

@goddamnplvcky  //  CONT. from HERE. 

[eluciidation-blog]

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“Usually by settling on the latter.” She flashes what she thinks to be a winning smile, follows it up with a slow, deliberate wink. She’s incorrigible.

[motherwitch]

@goddamnplvcky​ liked for a starter.

“I’ll tell you something right now, anyone who says being a mother isn’t the hardest job in the world is a liar.”

[supremelcgacy-blog]

❝Can’t make a habit of this you know?❞ (bad influence Auntie Lana)

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                     ↪ ASPEN GOODE&LANA WINTERS

❝We can if mama doesn’t find out.❞ Chocolate covered lips pulled upwards into a wide grin as the young girl reaches out for yet another treat (her fourth one, to be exact). Cordelia very rarely allowed her daughter to eat sweets before dinner as in her head the idea alone ranked somewhere between weak coffee and murder on the immorality scale, so it was really no surprise that Aspen loved going to spend time with Lana, her favourite aunt, and her seemingly never ending supply of sweets.  ❝Or you could just write that chocolate is good for you in your book! Then we can have it every single day and won’t ever have to hide it.❞