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MÓNICA / STOCKHOLM La casa de papel | P05E02

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Margot Robbie as Naomi Lapaglia in ‘the wolf of wall street’ 2013

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Last of the Time Lords

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lady elizabeth murray's costumes in belle (2013)

requested by anonymous

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14 day heathers challenge

day 12 - favorite reprise - dead girl walking (reprise)

“heads up, jd/i’m a dead girl walking/can’t hide from me/i’m a dead girl walking/and there’s your final bell/it’s one more dance and then farewell/cheek to cheek in hell/with a dead girl walking”

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masterlysamtyler​:

When…? Interesting choice of words. Unique approach. Great question. When indeed? “Just in time to watch you sleep.” was the best Lucy was given for an answer. He didn’t clarify how long he’s been watching or what for - aside from showcasing his power over her. It was all just a game to him. A pastime.

Wearing an innocent smile the Master leaned across the kitchen table, freezing mid-motion for dramatic effect before he reached for the coffee pot and poured his wife a cup as well. "Here. It’ll benefit your pathetic excuse for an energy metabolism.” Ah, yes, the Time Lords are above humans attitude. How original.

But now it was his turn to ask questions again: “What are your nightmares about, my dear? Self-pity or guilt?”

"Watch me sleep..." she echoes, her brows furrowing. The concept alone makes her stomach drop. Their marriage has made her more 'vigilant'. Aware of her surroundings. If he'd been there, surely she would have been able to tell -- right? Then again, that implies hearing steps. Movement. Feeling something near you. Had he just stood there, looming over her, then... well, it wouldn't be unlikely. "Did you enjoy the show?" An attempt at sarcasm. A shaky one at that.

When he leans across the kitchen table, she shrinks into her seat instinctively. Her eyes, previously heavy-lidded thanks to fatigue, are wide open. He's put a knife through her 'bravado', that much is for certain. "Thanks," she murmurs, quietly, in response to him pouring a coffee cup for her. Regardless, even if she doesn't outright reject it, it's left untouched. She doesn't think he'd poison her, but... just in case.

Then the questions hit. Self-pity or guilt. The first one is just to insult her. The second one implies something deeper. So that's the one she holds onto. "... guilty about what?" She sounds genuinely confused. She is. "My part in this isn't as big as yours, Harry." That's what she tells herself, at least. She's not The Master. She can't even be classified as 'the one ruling by his side', anymore. That makes her impact less significant than his (though it is still there).

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theresastargirl​:

“I’m not looking for trouble either.” Ophelia replies quickly, wanting to assure her of that. “I’m here to help. Hopefully. Somehow.” She gives her a weak smile before glancing about, making sure they were alone. “Yes, I know him. He was my father’s best friend at one time. Now much anymore but… I’ve heard about that year, the year that never was, and if anyone can even try to understand all of that, it might be me.”

"You're not?" she asked. When it comes to this subject, she's only been sought out by people who see her as a pawn. A conspirator. They weren't completely wrong. She started off as that. But they are wrong to think that she maintaned that position. After Harry took over, it lasted a few days. A week, maybe, at most. She was The Master's wife in title, sure, but she was in the same level as everyone else. "... I mean, if you've come here to give me answers, I don't need them. I know a lot. Far too much." Some she wishes she could forget. Utopia. Everything dying. "... your father is... the old man, right? The so called... Doctor?" A pause. "I'm not sure he'd want you to help me, honestly. I'm not... good. I wronged him. I wronged the people close to him."

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The Others (2001) dir. Alejandro Amenábar

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Favourite underappreciated character: Lucy Saxon

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DOCTOR WHO ▹ The Sound of Drums

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Astrid + outfits ( 1 / 2 )

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hi hi!! like this for a starter? 

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Hitchcock Blondes

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@ochrepaints​ continued from here !

"You clearly don't!" she hissed, but didn't try to grab the woman again. They were already out of sight, so she could go forward verbally.

She was dolled up for the day. Red dress. Equally red lips. Big hair. All done by Irene, who was instructed to tend to her. At first, it was a tedious task for the both of them. Lucy didn't enjoy being poked and prodded by a stranger, though she was more or so used to it by now. And Irene didn't seem to like her, which just added tension to the whole ordeal. But now they were at a point in time where they'd had enough talks before bed. Enough wounds cleaned carefully. Enough interests shared (she doesn't remember the last time she talked about something normal that Lucy Cole enjoyed doing, and nodding along to the other woman's big words and facts about art was a nice distraction, as well). Which meant they'd developed a sort of friendship, though she'd never say it out loud.

And fondness comes with complicated situations. Such as this one.

"You can't... talk to him like that. You're gonna get hurt!" she exclaimed. She was scolding her, basically, but she wasn't doing it in a 'evil Mistress' way. Just an 'I care about you and I want you to be safe' way. Irene kept saying sentences like 'I know what I'm doing', 'I know how to keep myself interesting', 'nothing will happen, trust me' - but she seemed to underestimate who she was dealing with. "If... he turns his attention to me, you can't... you can't defend me. I don't care if he insults me. If he hits me. If he points that stupid screwdriver at me. Not a word, okay?" She appreciates it, and it surprises her, but she'd rather if she didn't. "Just act like nothin's happening. He'll get bored, eventually." A pause and a deep breath. "Gosh. You scared the hell out of me. I really thought he was gonna..." Doesn't matter. "... never again. Never. Again."

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theresastargirl​:

“You’ll see him in your nightmares, you’ll see him in your dreams.”

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'I already do' - she bites the tip of her tongue to keep herself from shooting back that sentence. Too vulnerable (though her current state would be easy to assume if anyone knew even a little bit of her experience with the Master). Instead, she tilts her head to the side and fixes the other woman with a questioning glance. "... do you know him?" It sounds sharp, but she's actually asking. "You sound like you do. And I'm not looking for trouble."