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she was at the club. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that she was at the club.

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when someone says a female character is annoying or bad i pray that the character gets more annoying and also gets a gun

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This is what I've been working on btw

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Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky (detail)

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*goes up to a polyamorous triad* so which one of you unspools the thread of fate, which one measures it, and which one cuts it?

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the angels have all gone away

the angels come too late

the angels don't know how to help

the angels are not angels

the angels come, but not to help

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as someone who has been beaten and drowned and shot and stabbed and strangled and trampled and

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My four year old daughter smokes the ends of all my cigarettes to 'eliminate needless waste and promote an eco-friendly lifestyle'. I love how empathetic she already is at such a young age <3 #momwin

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"Well, darling, if you're that hungry I could always kick the hornet's nest, as it were," She is now leaning down to tie her boots, her tone utterly casual. The last time she 'kicked the hornet's nest' when it came to a little turf war between a Croatian gang and a small time Turkish family, she'd ended up stealing a million dollars in a duffel bag and getting herself killed.

Pretty horribly, if she says so herself. She'd like to avoid that sort of thing in the future.

"Does it not count if I give a few people a little nudge behind the scenes? It's never too hard to start a little dust-up. But if you want something bigger, it's going to cost you."

"My senses are shit," Ankhirmaa points out unabashedly, spreading her hands in a what can you do kind of gesture. "Tell it to whoever sorted out this whole shitshow, huh? You just tell me if you find a number for HR."

Much as she complains, Rainer actually does provide some helpful information. It's something to give her a little context, somewhere to start. She hates how often these things seem to end up being about drugs these days— she doesn't really care if people want to do them, she just thinks it's a damnably stupid thing to kill people over.

"I could do with the help." Ankhirmaa leans forward, resting her elbows on the counter as she seems to consider. "Maybe it's just that little spat, or whatever. I don't see that it can be anything... real." Yes, people dying is always real, et cetera, but it's not what fuels her. It doesn't satisfy. "It feels sudden. I dunno. It came outta nowhere."

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@pavaillard / here

"Mm," Celene hums without a hint of commitment to the idea. She seems to be mulling over it, propped up in the bed lazily with her head resting upon her hand. Her blonde hair remains mussed and sticks up weirdly and perhaps it is odd for now that this woman professionally murdered people. Rainer is there, all long and scarred pale limbs with hair even whiter. Celene enjoys pretty, odd things. Celene enjoys Rainer, certainly. "Yes, I think coffee is a lovely idea," Celene decides aloud and swings her legs over the side of the bed deftly. Might as well take yet another offering from the woman—as she had last night, she will this morning, too. "Or at least something to help with the cotton mouth," she adds.

With all of the wisdom of a woman that has had altogether too many hangovers, Rainer hums and replies sagely: "Ah, a bloody mary."

She reaches out and catches her by the hip to arrest her movement for a moment-- long enough to pull herself close and curl over her back, pressing her mouth to the corner of her jaw from behind just hard enough for her to feel the press of her teeth, and then she takes a moment to smooth Celene's wild hair back to her scalp.

"You can hop in the shower, if you like," she slips around her and off the bed, daintily plucking a black silk robe from a hook near the door and throwing it around herself as she disappears down the hall. She has a little moka pot, enough to give them a little boost, and if Celene isn't out of the bedroom by the time it's ready she'll serve her coffee and breakfast (toast with jam custard and some poached eggs) in bed.

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Okay when I said I was gonna write. I actually meant I was going to get back to my self indulgent Dorian fanfic. I would apologize but I'm not sorry

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"im gonna kill myself" [remembers that suicide jokes scare my loved ones] "and im taking you with me!"

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She has the advantage of only having been a woman for two years, that makes it rather easy to stay with the current fashion. People are still excited to give her clothes they want to see her in, like she's a shiny new doll.

"How do you mean 'weird'?" Rainer asks absently, trying to pin back a perfect little ringlet curl to complete her look. "Why would I want to fuck him, if not for a 'weird' reason? Have you met him? He's a fucking monster."

He has gotten out his best cufflinks, the ones with the real pearls, and he uses the mirror to look himself over. Very nice. Thankfully suits don't change too much through the years, unlike women's clothings. He's not sure how she gets by or if she even pays attention.

"Yeah yeah, I'll introduce you. Just make sure you don't do anything too weird." He was preaching to the choir, they were both weirdos

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@tewwor complains: everything's a life or death situation with you at this point. ( saul )

"Usually a death situation, honestly," comes the flat reply from behind the bathroom door. Specificity is, after all, quite important. After a moment she stumbles out, looking... well, the less said about the state of her, the better. At Saul's look, she mutters, "You should see the other guy. Did you bring the clothes?"

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"Pretty is as pretty does. Ah, well. If there was a such thing as a perfect man..." She snickers. "You can't have good looking, intelligent, athletic, and loveable. You have to pick two, maybe three if you're quite lucky."

She rummages around in the pockets of her coat, where she has... a small bag of freeze dried chicken feet, for whichever dog decides to grace her with his presence first.

"You know, they get quite a bit smarter when you neuter them," is she still talking about dogs? Hard to say.

Malva wiggles in Ludwig's arms until he drops him, then runs off to the mud pit, digging like a lunatic for several seconds before he bolts off and runs laps in the yard.

Ludwig sighs. "He's a noodle brain, but thank the gods he's not as dumb as George." Who is. Who is........ So dumb. Ludwig wants to cry when he thinks about George.

"He's a good looking dog, though"

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"I know, darling, you hire based on bust size." She sounds a little bored, but he knows her well enough to catch the teasing curl at the end of her sentence-- she can't quite keep the smile off her face. "We've all noticed, and we're judging you for it."

Rainer has, in fact, noticed that it's easier to just show up in his office on the very rare occasions he's mad enough at her to be dodging her calls. His secretary the last time was an exceptional stonewaller, she had thought it was on purpose.

"Why does it matter if it's vegan? Did you not say she ate pot roast?"

'A little bit stupid' is very, very generous. She makes the little bit stupid look intelligent. "She's. I don't hire for intelligence," he avoids. In fact, he does the opposite. A stupid secretary means less people are willing to call or meet with him, in order to avoid her, and lets him work without interruption.

"But she might be, she's married and sloppy with her birth control. She also doesn't think breast milk is vegan, so she will have to sort that out if she ever has children."

Hopefully she never has children

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In the branches of the laurel tree / I saw two dark doves / One was the sun / and one the moon Little neighbors I said / where is my grave —  / In my tail said the sun / On my throat said the moon

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