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CAININES  SHARP  ENOUGH  TO  TEAR  THROUGH  FLESH;  now  sheathed  beneath  pink  stained  lips  of  a  rehearsed  smile. ❛   have y'know ... ever considered not bothering me ??  ❜  her  tone  is  curt  yet  her  smile  doesn’t  falter. Her  gaze  swerves  to  take  in  her  surroundings ,  before settling back onto natasha ❛  i'm retired, so the answer to whatever the reason you came here for the answer is no ❜ 

a reminder to be kind to yourself .  some days just aren’t meant for writing and that okay . writing days will come and they’ll be amazing when they do ,  so please allow your body the time to rest and heal between them and be patient with your brain while you wait for the words to come together .  your work is worth waiting for . 

𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙴: 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊 ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ɴᴇᴛꜰʟɪx ꜱʜᴏᴡ ꜱ1 x ᴇ4: ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟꜱ

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                         “   i   was   wondering   when         you    were   going   to   wake   up.   ”         cautious   in   name   only,   green eyes   peer  at   the other   from   beneath   long   lashes,   head   tilting   to   the   side.         “   don’t   move,   you’re   going   to   pull   at   the   stitches.   ”

after 700+ hrs on the sims I have just learnt how to make residential places public and I've made a really cool public pool 😌

I'll work on more replies and starters later but imma play on the sims for a bit you can also catch me on disco @ russian_hannah_montana

LEANING BACK AGAINST THE KITCHEN COUNTER; elbows resting behind her. Posture relaxes but only a little. There was a time Eliza would joke about how they were cut from the same cloth - soviet made, coarse and unyeilding. Stitched into two different patterns. Eliza used to laugh at that. Now it just echoed.

Her voice, when it came, wasn’t defensive. It was deliberate. ❛ I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, doing something no one asked me to do. ❜ A beat . ❛ Sound familiar ?? ❜ Brow raised in her direction

The bottle caught a glint of light on the counter, untouched. She didn’t offer to pour. Didn’t ask why Natalia was really there — because they both knew that game was past its prime. She exhaled, slow. Deliberate. ❛ Last week … I was making sure someone’s kid didn’t end up in a grave meant for their father. ❜ Her eyes flicked up, sharp and unblinking. There was no performance in her tone, no effort to soften the truth.

❛ I’m not gonna insult you with a lie. You came for answers, so I won’t dance around it. I'll tell you what you want to hear but first, I want you to answer something for me. ❜ she pushes herself up from the counter and circles around to grab the bottle of wine, eyes glance to the label then back to the redhead ❛ I want the truth, and besides, you know I can hear your heart beating and if you lie ... i'll know ❜ A faint curl of bitterness tugging at her mouth. ❛ Do you really think I wanted to play boogie monster again ?? ❜

❛ and here i thought you LOVED my visits. i even brought a bottle with me this time around. ❜ rehearsed smile is met by rehearsed smile. this dance being all to familiar to natalia ; the smoke show. the faux smiles and forced courtesies. it was always more refreshing when the point was forced to the forefront over the litany of games that needed to be played.

❛ SEE. i know you're retired. but some people aren't too convinced still. like fury ... april. where were you last week ? and before you give me the scripted and rehearsed answer , i'm trying to help you. no one knows i came to you FIRST. ❜

My favorite Tudor costumes (28/37):

Elizabeth of York’s blue and silver dress + blue add on sleeves in The White Princess (2017)