#p:florence

[chalametdaily]

Timothée Chalamet and cast at the Directors’ Guild screening of "Little Women" in Los Angeles on October 23, 2019.

(source: tchalametdaily on IG)

[spencerberkeley]

@BerkeleyMP: Can’t believe this shrimp is one already. I love you with my whole soul, but appreciating feeling old af a lot less. @LisbethPemberley

[ybeigbeder-blog]

A taste of childhood, Florence and Yael

Yael never felt comfortable talking about his relationships, as meaningless and superficial as they were. Even though, he seems like a careless fuckboy looking to satisfy his wicked sexual needs, he is actually someone who holds a deep respect for women seeing as the closest thing to comfort he had ever known was the frail body of his grand-mother, and later on more beautiful ones, that held him tightly, and for a few minutes offered him a deep physical affection, not a pure one but one nonetheless. Yael was a gentleman, and he exuded a plain virility just like his father, that made girls feel safe by his side. His friendship with Florence was one he valued, for the most part because he knew her when she was still a free spirit, an innocent uncorrupted mind. And also because he knew that she knew him in ways no one did, and that was a threat. 

The tall blonde left the tri delta house in a hurry, he had promised he would be by the entrance in thirty three minutes and he was already five minutes late. He tried to make himself look presentable as he run through the campus, in his still unbuttoned white shirt. A large smile showed on his face as he stopped right behind Florence. He announced his arrival by placing both his hands on her eyes, “Who is it?” he asked, as if she could get the answer wrong.

@flojagger

[agent--thomasmoore]

Information Given || Thomas & Florence

It was late and after hours as Thomas sat behind his desk. He had gathered up as much information as he could on the Johns siblings. The man had made a promise to Florence and he kept good on his word until he had to break it. 'I have the information you requested on the Johns siblings. Stop by tonight to get it. I'll be waiting, love.' He sent the e-mail, and waited for her to come to him or possible send him another e-mail back with a different time and day. Thomas knew that it was late and she was probably sleeping or off having a little rendezvous with the police Sergeant. Taking out his sketch pad, he decided to draw something, anything that came to his mind as he waited.

[darkmark-dolohov-blog]

Emotions That I Simply Do Not Have || AntiFlo

With a cracking noise, Antonin Dolohov appeared out of darkness, and stared at the empty street in front of him. It wasn't like him to show up at the homes of his comrades unannounced, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and what he was dealing with certainly qualified as desperate. Pulling his hood over his head, he began his trek down the road, and toward the towering home at the end. 

He was rather unsure what he was going to say, what he could say without making himself out to be weak and traitorous. In fact, it seemed he'd been fighting his thoughts for weeks, his inadequacy seeming to plague him at all hours of his days. A proper Death Eater couldn't have emotions that got in the way of their duties, they couldn't have feelings that threatened what they believed in...empathy and sympathy could not exist in the mind of one who killed for the thrill of it. And so, he found himself backed into a corner, with only one option, and that was to find away to become unfeeling, to embrace the strength that came from apathy. 

Though there were many fellow Death Eaters who were the epitome of what Antonin wanted to be, there seemed to be almost none that he could confess his weakness to, for fear of what would come of it. There seemed, really, to only be a handful or less in his ranks that he could call friends. And Florence Burke fit the categories of both being considered a friend, and having no remorse and no guilt for anything she had done...no sympathy for those that they were supposed to be against. 

Approaching her home, Antonin paused, looking up at it before approaching the front door. He was even hesitant as he stood in front of the door, slowly coaxing himself into knocking, and praying that she didn't currently have other company. A pang of fear rose inside of him, as he thought over what he was going to tell her, and what consequences would befall him if Florence did not keep his secret. Finally, taking a deep breath, he pressed his fist to the door, knocking three times and awaiting a face on the other side of the door. 

[ashworthinashes]

Room 201 || Florence & Sebastian

What had began as a nuisance and a confusing one at that, the lockdown nonsense had quickly become something very, very interesting. And that could be narrowed down to just one thing: Florence Marsh. And the fact that he'd ended up stuck in a room with her, or rather, the other way around. Sebastian suddenly couldn't think of a place he would rather be than right here in the school, in room 201 specifically, dark eyes tainted with a little something different. Jealousy, possibly. Anger, probably. Revenge, more than likely and pure, sick joy? Of course. 

He watched her like a hawk watched its prey, like someone, bittered by revenge, watched another who had taunted and stolen the rug right from under them. He strolled over, cocky and with the thrill of this fortunate change of events running through his veins, right over to Florence, wondering if she felt regret for having spoken to him in a way that suggested more bark than the bite she possessed. "Isn't this convenient, pet? And here I thought I wouldn't have the pleasure of your company for the rest of the night."

[rachelxteer]

Hit The Ground Runnin' || Florence + Rachel

Rachel's eyes widened when she heard her. Game over. She was done. It was time to act. Nipping at her bottom lip, she realized how close she was in proximity with her. There was no way she could run, unless… They were headed for the stairwell and instantly, Rachel knew she got at least one shot. Quickly, she jerked her elbow closest to the woman, making sure it hit her directly where she knew would hit her hard. So, the self-defence classes were going to be useful after all. Hoping it might have injured her for just a bit, the blonde dashed for the stairwell.

[nico-emmerson-blog]

Florence & Nico | Spikes and Misses

Walking down the street, Nico stuffed his hands in his pockets. He looked down at his shorts and wondered whether or not it was the correct attire for a volleyball game. He was hopeful for the game, though. He'd never played, but he'd seen plenty of people enjoy the game on the television or in the park. That counts for something.

Nico got lost on the way, but after an awkward encounter with a passerby, he found the gym. Unacquainted with the overwhelming smell of sweat, he scrunched his nose passing people lifting weights. The volleyball court wasn't out of the way, convenient in fact.

Silence and a ticking clock introduced him to the deserted court. No one was playing, which confused Nico. Though, most people might be outside on a day like this. He looked around before sitting down on a bench beside the net, waiting for Florence.