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HELLO GUYS! I MOVED. CLICK OVER HERE.

i will be continuing our threads from my new blog.

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HELLO GUYS! I MOVED. CLICK OVER HERE.

i will be continuing our threads from my new blog.

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HELLO GUYS! I MOVED. CLICK OVER HERE.

i will be continuing our threads from my new blog.

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hey! do you possibly know why my open starters are not showing up in the search bar? i’m really getting mad atm and i’m this close to delete the account and start a new one.

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ahmuseme.

A strangled noise erupted from the knight’s throat when her hand suddenly cupped his groin. Feeling her fingers try to wrap around his cock through the rough material of his trousers, Ethan quickly conjured every violent and gruesome memory he had to keep from rising to her touch. Damn woman! Clearing his throat roughly, he suddenly nudged Demos into a trot that would force Georgiana to properly hold onto him or be bucked off. “Watch yourself,” Ethan grunted back to her, “Or I’ll be riding you soon enough.” They rode until the sun began to kiss the horizon and when it finally did, he guided the horse off the road and into the woods to find a suitable place to camp for the night not far from a trickling stream. “Do you think you can handle taking Demos to the stream while I set up camp?” He asked.

once georgiana didn’t have to face the ethan’s piercing and careful stare she could’ve just buried her face among the pieces of his rough cloth. heavy eyelids closed tightly. if she only could she would’ve just let out a vicious, how deep and strong wave of tears. unstoppable. she couldn’t, though. she had to appear untouchable. because she was... but also she was a loving creature. waywardly-minded, yet loving. and carrying. sometimes it was just too hard to break through her shield. she didn’t respond to ethan’s comment. her cockiness ends once the audience is not paying attention.

“oh, i am known of having better connections with animals rather than with humans.” she slid down, still clenching the reins tightly. “can you handle it all by yourself?” A smirk was shared just to paint the space between them more vividly. “come you pretty, little thing.” the horse was enormous. “maybe we’ll find something sweet for you?” the tone of her voice transformed itself into a five-year-old girl who wanted to convince her parents that getting another stray cat would be a wonderful idea. “oh, just look at it!’‘ slender fingers emerged from the insides of her pocket. the palm of her gloved hand was dressed up in a sugar cube.

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Alicia Vikander as Gaby Teller The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) dir. Guy Ritchie

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Brad Pitt photographed for GQ Australia

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open to: females ( 27+ pls and no vanessa kirby) plot: you and oliver have had an extremely passionate affair. ater a year he suddenly disappeared and wrote you a letter, saying that you both have to split up. seven years have passed and suddenly Oliver appears at a party, trying to save you. after all - you are the love of his life. always was and always will be.

oliver smith, a proud lawyer and even prouder sinner, has been receiving a daily update about the current whereabouts of his ex-lover. he must’ve been constantly sure that she was in no danger. a wrinkle of wonder, though, found its stable pose between his dark eyebrows whenever he was thinking about her.... what if he was the biggest danger, after all?

dressed up all in black from head to toe, oliver smith got out of his car and closed the door shut. Too loud for his own sake and stable nerves. he had received a text message that the forbidden love of his life is now at a party, some sort of annual gala. she was probably too drunk for her own safety. and so his slender-fingered hands pushed the heavy, wooden, old-fashioned door and entered the mansion. beautiful people, beautiful surrounding, and beautiful amounts of alcohol. oliver was nothing but deeply, truly, fake-scented sorry for the audience enjoying such a dull playground. finally, his always-thirsty, ocean-coloured stare found her. “what do you think you are doing?”

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i’m going to be adding a few male muses today and writing starters for them (i’m having such a huge muse for the male audience) so apologies for the spam. also — i’m preparing myself for a super female muse who will definitely become my favourite. stay tuned. come over for some plotting if you want!

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NARCOS | 2.09 | Nuestra Finca

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Born to Be Bad (1934) dir. Lowell Sherman

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ANYA CHALOTRA as YENNEFER ⟶ THE WITCHER, season 1 episode 4

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It’s been weeks, and you haven’t talked at all about what happened on your wedding day.