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independent and highly selective. caroline hubbard written by lovett.

[brokenragdoll]

[widowsmisery]

brokenragdoll:

early munday just because i love my new shirts.

[orphanis]

[orphanis]

orphanis:

there’s something so magic about you   .   //   emma swan   .   independent & selective   .   written by karin   .

[widowsmisery]

guillermo del toro is giving a masterclass at the film school i went to 😏 gotta love the owner.

[widowsmisery]

comment with your personal and i’ll follow you from @casperina.

[widowsmisery]

guess who’s gonna start going to the gym. this girl right here. still not sure if i’m gonna like it enough to want to do it every day but for now, i’m just letting y’all know that i probably won’t be here this week either while i get used to it. 

[myshipperheart]

[widowsmisery]

samenkomen:

with     her    sword    out    of    the    picture         ,            elle    could    truly    relax.         smirking  slightly     whilst    a    now    free    hand    settles    upon    the   actress’s     backside.                “oh     ,      i’ll    try.”          try   being    the    key    word        ──           a    silent    chuckle   eliciting    now    that    fingers    curl.         pinching    flesh            &             allowing    lips    to     descend    along    the    woman’s   jawline.     “but    i    am    known    to    get    carried   away.”      

❝ please don't kill yourself trying. ❞ the purr in linda's voice could only grow at the burning, stinging sensation of nails digging into her skin. head thrown back — and a smile taking over the corners of her mouth — the actress sighed through her teeth as she knotted her fingers into the woman's hair. pulling, yet not too hard, allowing herself to feel and her skin to rise with goosebumps that accompanied elle's kisses. ❝ wouldn't want to ruin all the fun, would we? ❞

[lovelymichellepfeiffer]

[widowsmisery]

continued from here with @dramatvrgy.

❝ IT IS ALMOST SURPRISING how much blood can accumulate within a single entity, isn’t it? ❞ She’s practically exuberant in tone when she speaks, a hint of seduction at the very idea that comes to mind as she imagines what it must have been like for the woman across from her. To kill someone for the first time; it was vigorous. Euphoric, even. ❝ But tell me… how did you feel once it was done? ❞

caroline’s heart clenched at the memory —- and so did her hands, cheeks going ghostly white as she picked up a glass of wine from the coffee table and brought it to her mouth. lips pressed together into a stern line, the face that had once reflected kindness now wearing a frown. she wasn’t thirsty - in fact, caroline hubbard couldn’t bring herself to remember the last time she felt anything. until now, the brunette’s urging gaze meeting hers from across the eerie looking living room.

what did she feel once it was done? relief came first, a heavy weight being taken off the woman’s chest when she saw him there. a monster, pale and stiff and laying dead on his bed. fear, an ounce of regret —- regret that his death hadn’t come any sooner. ❝ i felt … good enough to know it was the right thing to do. ❞

[widowsmisery]

' you could do it. i wouldn't stop you. '

some meme || if you find it send it - @haschanged.

the woman she used to be would have hesitated —- linda arden would have hesitated, the renowned actress whose daughters had been her only care in the world. caroline hubbard, however … she couldn’t have said she disliked the thought of doing as she pleased. of taking what she wanted; for she had earned it, fair and square. an aged hand, covered in silver rings, rose to brush a loose, brunette strand of hair behind the woman’s ear, the smile that had appeared on caroline’s features shining brighter than ever before. testing the waters, waiting to see what regina’s reaction to this, sudden proximity would be before moving forward.

❝ some people just like playing with fire, wouldn’t you agree? ❞

[fymodernflapper]

[widowsmisery]

samenkomen:

with    that    assurance        ────          the   assassin    relaxes.          posture    slackening    within  the   seat    she    occupies          ,           as    lithe    fingers    bring   the    cigarette    back    to    drying    lips.   of   course   the    relief    is    feigned.           for    perhaps    this    little   show    would    increase    her    total    pay    come    the    end   of    this    little…          arrangement.           especially    if    caroline    thought    the    sum    insignificant    compared    to    other    employers    out    there.     “i’m    glad    we’re    on    the    same    page.”             she    finally    drawls.     finishing   her    own    drink    before    rising    to    full   height.            “now    please    stop    worrying.”               silent   feet    make    their    way    to    the    windowsill           ,            pausing    as    a    hand    lies    upon    the    actress’s   shoulder.      “you’re    ruining    my    buzz.”

a roll of her eyes and linda turned to face forward once again, away from the woman and the cigarette hanging between her lips. but it wasn't until she felt the weight of elle's hand on top of her shoulder —physical contact wasn't part of the deal, which didn't mean she didn't appreciate the closeness— that a quiet,  sarcastic laugh escaped the actress' lips, her long fingers toying with the empty glass clutched between them.

❝ you can go, if you think me such an inconvenience. ❞ and with that, linda spoon around on her heels to confront the assassin, eyes gleaming with playfulness and a slight, barely noticeable, hint of care. a smile could be found there too, the strap of her nightgown falling down over her shoulder as she shrugged. ❝ but not before you refill this for me. be a darling, you've been helping yourself all evening. ❞

[ghastlydelights]

[widowsmisery]

continued from here with @fionagoode.

“Is that so?” All she had done was show up, but then… maybe that was all Caroline needed these days. A companion, a kind word. Fiona could not imagine what the other woman had gone through except for the part of it she had lived alongside her. How grateful she was to no longer be under that strain, to have that particular bit of hell behind them.

❝ would i ever lie to you, fiona? ❞ a brow arched, and caroline glanced at the woman over the edge of a glass she had brought up to her lips. she had never been a drinker, not like fiona —- but that was before, for wine seemed to be all she had left these days. wine and solitude, old pictures and memories couldn’t keep her warm at night. a little bit of good old company never hurt anyone, and she made sure to thank the blonde by placing a steady hand on top of hers, fingers wrapping around fiona’s to give them a gentle, loving squeeze. ❝ please tell me you’ve had enough of avoiding me like the plague. ❞

[widowsmisery]

clownleading:

KAI WAITS FOR HER, WAITS FOR HER TO EASE DOWN THE HALL. ——— He has a velvet box ——— heart-shaped and FRILLY at the corners. It’s filled with LIQUEUR chocolates, which he knows are her FAVORITE. He tilts his head as her form seems to MANIFEST around the corner, and he offers it out.

❝ Happy Valentine’s Day, ❞ he says. ❝ We all should have a LITTLE fun, don’t you AGREE? ❞

@widowsmisery ⇝ ❤

❝ look who’s being kind. now that’s a first. ❞ but although she meant every word she had said, caroline couldn’t stop the smile that touched at her mouth and twisted its corners. a pale, aged hand wrapped around the velvet box, and she accepted it without as much as allowing her blue gaze to drift away from the young man’s eyes. unreadable as always; whether he wished to give her a kiss or move on to the next conquest, it remained a mystery. but caroline went for it, closing the gap that remained between them to drop a soft, yet hot kiss on his cheek. ❝ depends on what’s your idea of having a little fun. i may have one or two. ❞

[bendemption]

[widowsmisery]

@forwardmoved

[acecroft]