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[brooklynislandgirl]

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(ง'̀-'́)ง???????????! Frannie has never thrown a...

@tenderest-contender Mmmmmn -rubs bridgeline of the nose punctuated in a soft peak to the browline- “whas’ this about a “Suffragette”? @brooklynislandgirl

She might smile just a tad too sweetly at Reginald.

“Is a location joke. Ya woulda need be dere. But ya wife...she my suffragette. An’ I’m claim her. If ya disagree...ya can figh’ me.” ~raises her tiny fists playfully~

“Come a’ me...brah.”

[fvckingspectacvlar]

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

A substantial amount of alcohol.

Merlin’s not one to get embarrassed easily, though there was a time that casual affection (kisses to the cheek, curling fingers together etc) kind of made him Blue Screen.  At present, however, he’s more prone to scoffing and rolling his eyes.

[champagneandswitchblades]

"Knives Out" - Radiohead

Teddy, like any great artist was prone to his fits of lassitude.  There were days, sometimes weeks, that even a good fucking wouldn’t do him--wasn’t enough to calm the pulse beating in his head, a thrumming refrain that drove him to writhe and flop.  Listless.  Languid.  Lethargic.  Laziness, Ron called it, though he had his days that weren’t any better, and wasn’t one to talk.

In the midst of the fugue, the days blurred. Teddy curled on his side, limp, save the thumb that rubbed back and forth over the handle of his switchblade, the polished wood gone smooth and worn from the motion repeated, until, it too wasn’t enough.  It was strange, the feeling of nothingness, of being nothing, both oppressive and fleeting and spiraling.

It ended in violence; it always did.

Teddy snagged the half empty tumbler of whiskey on the table behind him and curled his body upwards as he flung it towards the wall, just to see it shatter-- to hear hit crash and tingle and break.  Energy expended and converted and wasted, on such a stupid fuckin’ gesture that wasn’t even worth the mess.

He did it again with an ashtray, and then again with the whole fuckin’ bottle, and again, again, again, until his chest heaved, and Teddy felt alive again; like a real breathing thing.

Teddy snarled at his own mess of dripping liquid, glass, and ash.  He rubbed his thumb, back and forth over the handle of his switchblade, the polished wood still smooth and worn from the motion, repeated.

The world righted itself.

[madteddyrp-blog]

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Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[text]: frsnces [text]: im st esmeralsas where r u????[text]: these people r BORING SAVE ME

[stripedsniper-blog1]

Sebastian didn’t often make house calls, but he’d been working with Reggie for a few months and had some business to discuss with him. He supposed he could’ve waited to see the other man at his club that evening, but he was already in the neighbourhood. Besides, if he sorted things out now, he could enjoy his evening later without having to think about business, so as far as he was concerned it was a win/win. He walked up to the door and gave it a knock before glancing at his watch. It was mid-afternoon, so there was no telling if Reggie would even be in.

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[secretsandshadows]

✍ helpful tips for tea or something nice like that :)

Dear Mrs. Kray,

Your brother in law has asked me if I could provide some help with your methods for making tea. I am very sorry that I didn’t have a chance to do so in person before my trip to Germany. 

I have enclosed a special recipe, something my mother used to make for me on stormy nights. If you find yourself weathering a storm, I hope you will find it useful.

1. Pour 2-3 tbs. of honey into a mug2. Add in 1-2 pinches of cinnamon3. Add hot water (a little over half mug) and stir4. Add 2-3 tbs. milk and stir5. Optionally, add a few mint leaves to taste

Please let me know if you enjoy the recipe, and I will be happy to share more.

Sincerely,

Mayako

[brooklynislandgirl]

Tea, Turtles and Tattoos

@tenderest-contender {continued from xx}

Beth had bet she hadn’t but found no reason to mock little Frannie for it. Maybe it wasn’t a done thing here for ladies, maybe it wasn’t a done thing here particularly for Frances. For Beth, the practice was both cultural and normal, like body piercing or manicures. But the other woman’s expression denoted something, that smile was alive and maybe a little thrilled by the idea of something kapu. Taboo.

And as they were in Beth’s new flat {courtesy of Ron who absolutely hated the place she’d taken for herself when she first arrived} she was comfortable enough to actually peel her shirt away entirely, tiny curves modestly covered by a plain black bra.  She scooted closer to her friend and stretched to the side, so Frances could examine or touch it as she liked. 

“Dat’s da kine ya know? F’every kine is different. Is different depend where ya get it done. I mean... if ya t’ink about it... is between one and a twen’y needles repeatedly stabbin’ in for ya skin, ovah and ovah again a hundred t’ousand times. But yeah. Where ya get done, size, colour, all dese kine can effect how it feels. An’ wha’ ya pain t’reshold is. Mine’s pretty high. Was more like bein’ scratch dan stab. An’ mebbe like me...ya get a kine of...zen state.” Beth turned a little and adjusted the skirt on the other side, revealing three ocean coloured studs along the inner flare of her hip. “Bein’ hones’ dese lil buggah took longer for heal an’ hurt more dan my turtle.” But she’d been drunk and she’d had John. A bittersweet smile crossed her lips.

[brooklynislandgirl]

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XD Well Frances is buying them anyway! Frivolous designer shorts <3 Gotta spend that club money on something x3

CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKY!