After a series of terrible business moves and a crippling gambling addiction, Grigory Rosanov dies of dementia-related illness, leaving his sons with millions of dollars in debt. Alexei already knew about the debt and in an attempt to alleviate the financial burden, uses his younger brother's, Ilya Rozanov, hockey career as leverage to earn money.
Ilya, unaware of the forces playing a role in his career and life, is being forced to attend galas and dinners with wealthy oligarchs and business men, and is pressured by his older brother to "perform" certain acts for them from a young age, to give Alexei enough time to find money to pay them back and maybe even lessen the debt. It doesn't help that Ilya is extremely beautiful, resembling his dead mother.
Whilst this is happening, Ilya is made the No.1 draft pick and moves to America to the NHL, leading to a huge increase in pay. Before leaving, Alexei in an attempt to regain ownership and control over his younger brother, reveals the reason that Ilya has been forced to do everything (the debt and threats from the Russian government/mafia/loansharks) and blackmails Ilya that if he doesn't continue sending over money, he will release tapes/pictures of the abuse/assaults that Ilya endured and ruin his career.
My cat is currently cuddling me, purring and biting me affectionately whilst typing this.
Now imagine Logan doing this to Wade. He's got his claws partially unsheathed and is pawing at the hand Wade is holding his phone with. Logan tries pulling Wade's hand towards him whilst moving his head in that direction at the same time. Wade has to switch hands and lets Logan just chew on his fingers. It doesn't hurt much so it's fine. Little nomming noises are coming from Wolvie's mouth which can be heard over whatever tv show is playing in the background. They stay like that until Wade decides it's tea time and Logan follows him to the kitchen, ready for his food
Turn up the volume if you wanna hear the purring and nomming noises
❀ you’re not from around here, are you? i figured because you totally just missed LARK HENDRICKS walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who SHE is? they kind of look like LAURA HARRIER and i could be wrong but i think that they might be THIRTY years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last TWO YEARS. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of JESSICA PEARSON from SUITS. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working in PALMVIEW as the MAYOR’S ASSISTANT. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the MAGICIAN of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty HYPERCRITICAL at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty METHODICAL to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that THREE BEDROOM apartment beside me over in OCEAN DRIVE. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!
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full name: lark annabelle hendricks. nickname(s): lala (parents only), whatever julian decides to call her on any given day. age: thirty. date of birth: november 20th. star sign: scorpio. sexuality: bisexual. hometown: palmview, florida. occupation: assistant to the mayor. favourites: forest green, charcuterie, red wine, stationery, matcha, green tea, reading, cocktails (good ones!), long distance running, early mornings, lilies, funny dog videos.
personality.
despite her poised smile and expertly blushed cheeks, whenever you speak with lark, it feels like you’re participating in a business transaction... and you’re on the back foot. she sees everything in facts and figures and is happy to respond to your worries and concerns with the most logical course of action, even if that isn’t necessarily what the other person wants to hear. in her defense, she believes that’s what others want – after all, it’s what she’d want, but of course not everyone thinks like lark, something she struggles to understand. she also struggles with relaxing. like truly, properly, letting go and relaxing. she can’t recall a time in her life (besides that which we shall not name) where she allowed her inhibitions to take full control and she just went with the flow. the flow is not where she belongs, in her eyes, the flow is just another thing she needs to take control of. on the flip side, she has a capability and independence that’s practically unmatched, and has become an elite resource to her loved ones when it comes to planning, prepping, and perfection. you’ll never hear lark asking for help, not ever, not necessarily because it’s ‘weak’ or anything like that, but because she knows she’ll always eventually get it done, so why bother?
label.
does lark do tricks? no, magic is childish folly! (shout out to mr milchick) but she’s represented very well by the magician tarot card. lark takes the universe in her hands and moulds it in her image, manifesting since childhood for the perfect life she has always dreamed of. her life goals, loves, and hates have all been meticulously planned for her, by her, since the moment she gained consciousness. there is nothing she cannot do. on the flip side, lark’s time in the competitive new york banking scene has left a duplicitous stain on her core. all of her loved ones tell her she can keep her hands clean, she’s a good person, thank you so much for helping me out. the problem is, that attitude isn’t extended to anyone outside of her inner circle, and those are the people who find themselves victim to her manipulations. they’re like a bad habit she can’t kick after existing in an environment where everyone is out to get you.
i. born to good parents and blessed with a good brother, lark’s early life was simply good. what was there to say, really? she cooed over her brother when he was born and pushed her tiny finger onto his nose to make a ‘boop’ sound more times than she could count, her dad stayed up late with her to recite math equations and spelling bee answers, her mom patiently spent hours in make believe lessons as lark taught her things she learned thirty years ago. yes, julian was supremely talented and famous and brilliant, but her family never made her feel less than, and it was perhaps what allowed her to flourish into the logistician she became.
ii. julian had the creative brilliance and lark had the smarts to match. a million extracurriculars before the age of twelve, shelves gilded with gold from all of her math competition and debate team wins (which evolved to include gymnastics when she got older, if you can believe it), and an endless stream of report cards calling her ‘a pleasure to have in class’ and a ’testament to her parents’. she loved cheering her brother on, loved seeing this world of his that was so starkly different to her own. maybe in another life she’d have enjoyed it but no, she had a plan for her life. a strict, 60 year plan that involved retiring early and getting on the property ladder before she hit 25. it became evidently clear to everyone that knew her that she loved organisation and ridding herself of the unknown.
iii. lark was bullied at school. not by anyone who really mattered, in her eyes, but it does something to you as a kid when you believe you’re doing everything right, only to be told by your peers you were doing everything wrong. as a defense, she grew taller and taller, in the metaphorical sense. looking down on those same peers made it much easier to stomach their vicious comments and pointed looks, but the problem was that she continued to grow. soon, people were having to prove themselves to lark. they didn’t get a clean slate with her, you started in hell and had to crawl your way out… and if she was honest, she kind of liked it.
iv. the time for college came and she knew exactly what she wanted to do. undergrad at MIT, masters degree at harvard, then straight into the world of work in new york city as an investment banker. she didn’t have time to mess around, though she certainly had plenty of confused hook ups who didn’t understand why she would kick them out to proudly state “i’ve got assignments due in 5 months”, but things mostly went her way. she returned to palmview only briefly after graduation, mainly to spend time with her family and friends, before jetting off to new york for what would become the defining moment of her life, but in a way she never predicted.
v. new york city was hard, but lark knew that, of course! she wasn’t naive. she didn’t care about the shoebox apartment, or menacing 10+ hour days, she didn’t even bat an eyelid at her nightmarish asshole of a first boss… until she got hit with something she realised she had no control over, herself. she’d upgraded to a beautiful apartment with a wardrobe full of designer clothes, she had a five hundred dollar coffee machine on her kitchen counter, and her bank account was so healthy it could sustain a small community, but as she laid there and watched the nyc lights dance across her bedroom ceiling, lark realised one thing. she was miserable.
vi. the crash. the come down. the spiral. a few horrible weeks later, her alarm didn’t go off, she had to rush out the door with unwashed hair. she got coffee, only for another commuter to walk straight into her and splash it all over her brand new blouse. when she arrived at work, her key card wouldn’t work, and by this point she was at least 5 minutes late. 5 minutes, really, that was all it took. she finally sat down at her desk at 8.07, pressed the power button on her computer, and was met with a message that seemed to gleefully tell her that her system was corrupted. she. lost it. you would never get it out of her, the true events that unfolded that day, but there was damage involved. plenty of it.
vii. the company feared, in this “new day and age”, that lark’s declining mental health prior to the incident would put a target on their backs, so they agreed to not press charges as long as she left quietly. plus they would give her a decent enough reference, but it wouldn’t be perfect. it wouldn’t be what lark wanted… but she supposed that didn’t matter anymore.
viii. she returned home to palmview, hair still perfectly blowdried and clothes perfectly pressed, but her family knew something had happened. to this day, only julian knows the extent of what lark went through, as she’s made it her life’s mission to retain the reputation she always had in this town. if there’s one thing the world can take from her, it’s that. the first morning after she came back, she was stopped at the front door by her mother, who seemed concerned that lark was armed with a stack of resumes. ‘where are you going, sweetie? why don’t you rest a little?’ ‘i’ll sleep when i’m dead, mom. don’t worry about it, i love you.’ and that was that.
ix. when lark took the role in the mayor’s office, she did what she was asked to do… and then she decided what she was being asked to do wasn’t good enough. she started colour coding, alphabetising, and diary managing like her life depended on it. bit by bit, day by day, lark almost began to actually enjoy her job – and even more shockingly, her boss. benjamin was, at his core, someone who wanted to do the right thing, the good thing, and perhaps it awoke something deep in lark’s core she thought had long fallen asleep. she was still a strict woman with a negative impression of the world, but maybe it wasn’t so bad using what she’d learned to help someone else make it a better place.
x. life is weird now. it didn’t follow her plan and, for the first time ever, lark doesn’t really know what that means. she’s been the mayor’s assistant for just under two years now, and as the days pass by she finds herself increasingly drawn to palmview and its charms. its slower paced life, its quaint shops – but there’s a hungry pit forming in her stomach, swirling and swirling. will it be enough for the rest of her life? will she have to choose between the hunger and her happiness? will she have a choice?
Just saw kp’s insta post, what the hell is that caption🤦
Really likes the wales’ new instagram videos but the captions are definitely lacking.
So. I absolutely agree, doesn't even matter that I can't remember what posts you were talking about, I know I'd agree lol. But I think a result of being here for 9 years is that I've learned to pick my battles. To give the Dorothy Parker quote I live by when it comes to blogging: "I don't have to attend every argument I'm invited to." If I let myself I would be posting about KP's captions every single time they do anything. But now I'm at a point where I just don't have the time or energy for all that. So for some things I think are really important I will talk about them more often. But I tend not to talk about something if I know isn't going to change - for example, I now just accept that the Waleses won't work in school holidays and I'm over it - or if it's subjective. I will either just stay quiet or I'll share my views every now and then but not every time it comes up! With their social media I've said a few times that I'm not a fan and Grace and I did talk about it in the podcast (a little plug, Episode 21) but I think I avoid talking about things that are subjective so for example their baffling use of emojis. If I do comment I keep it to things like the lack of actual information because I feel that's a failure to do their job.
So this is my way of saying basically that you are right, I don't disagree with you, but I have come to a place where I just can't find the energy to debate it so I just let it go on Tumblr - and then write passive aggressive comments on their posts when it gets too annoying! haha
