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Decided to move blogs ( hopefully the last time for a while ) as this one is simply cluttered with old stuff. The new blog isn't fully up yet as it isn't visible for anyone yet ( thanks tumblr ) but I'll let you know once everything's up and working. <3

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Reblog if you’re a true 90s kid and you remember this tumblr

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*wipes dust of the dash* … hellooo, it’s me.

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her   movements   were   so   magnificent   ;   like   a   goddess   put   on   earth,   way   above   everyone   else.   her   beauty   captured   by   the   neon   lights,   eyes   followed   her   around.   a   safe   distance   was   kept,   hiding   between   dancing   nobodies   —   it   had   started   so   innocently   and   yet   hit   him   harder   than   a   wave   in   the   ocean.   ashton   had   found   himself   in   a   precarious   situation,   however   desire   had   pushed   him   through   various   rules   and   common   sense.   days   and   nights   had   passed,   none   of   them   not   filled   with   her.   brynne   was   his   muse.   everything   he   had   ever   dreamed   of.   ashton   had   to   be   close   somehow,   lingering   behind   her   when   she   went   shopping,   remembering   the   sound   of   her   voice   while   ordering   food   and   despising   the   male   waiters   gushing   over   his   brynne.   and   then   she   went   alone,   answering   all   his   prayers.   although   caught   and   yet   so   very   prepared,   ashton   put   a   smile   on   his   face,   her   delicate   scent   surrounding   her.   the   man   couldn’t   believe   that   she   was   so   close.   “i   could   no   longer   resist.”   a   whisper   of   an   answer,   but   loud   enough   to   be   heard.   ashton   moved   closer   and   allowed   himself   to   take   a   curl   between   his   fingers   ;   very   softly,   carefully,   as   if   she’d   break   at   any   touch,   and   pushed   it   behind   her   ear.   “they   do   not   deserve   your   beauty.”

open    to   :    m   . plot    :    (    stalking    tw    )    your    muse    has    been    stalking    brynne    for    a    month    or    so    now   ,    she's    an    adrenaline    junky   ,    is    addicted    to    danger    and    purposely    putting    herself    in    harms    way    lmao   .    nothing    nonconsensual    will    happen    in    this    thread    !

                   darkened    vicinity    did    little    to    assist    hues    in    adjusting   ,    apart    from    sporadic    neon    lights   .    it    didn't    really    matter   ,    she    could    pick    him    out    of    any    crowd    at    this    point   .    had    seen    the    outline    of    his    face    on    numerous    occasions   ,    &    different    times   .    he    wanted    her    to    see    him   ,    didn't    he    ?    to    know    he    was    ungodly    attractive   .    that    it    might    sway    her    in    a    direction    that    only    someone    unhinged    would    venture   .    brynne    was    never    one    to    shy    away    from    a    challenge    ―    and    that's    exactly    what    this    was    to    her   .    hadn't    gone    out    intentionally    hoping    he'd    show   ,    but    now    that    he    had   ,    it    had    her    blood    pumping   ,    alcohol    to    hell   .    who    needed    the    elixir    when    he    was    looking    at    her    like    that    ?    intoxicating    enough    all    on    it's    own   .    didn't    approach    him   ,    didn't    utter    a    single    word    to    him    for    hours   ,    inside    of    this    club   .    let    strangers    touch    her    as    she    danced   ,    all    the    while    keeping    eyes    focused    on    him   .    did    she    slip    away    to    the    restroom    on    her    own    on    purpose    ?    ―    feels    as    though    she    must    have   ,    once    she's    finally    face    to    face    with    homme   .    ❝    what    is    it    ?    can't    keep    your    distance    anymore   .   .    ?    ❞

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the   man   was   not   fond   of   discussion   ;   however   with   charlotte   at   his   side   and   their   different   opinion   on   marriage,   sleepless   nights   and   anger   thrown   at   each   other   would   become   a   frequent   part   of   their   union.   there   was   a   loud   huff   and   louis   shook   his   head   —   could   she   not   understand   that   the   viscount   did   not   care   ?      (   although   he   did   care,   deep   down,   buried   beneath   false   promises   and   expectations   )   .   “i   have   other   worries,   can’t   you   see   that   ?   our   land   is   falling   apart,   taxes   can’t   be   paid   and   they’re   moving   away   from   us.”   frustration   clear   in   his   voice.   “our   expenses   are   too   much   for   our   own   good   and   i’m   not   sure   how   we’ll   survive   all   of   this.”   a   sigh   parted   from   his   lips   and   hands   brushed   through   trimmed   hair   ;   looking   at   his   wife.   “i   do   not   have   the   time   nor   the   nerves   to   get   to   know   you,   as   a   husband   should.”

his tone prompts her to forcefully restrain the urge to roll her eyes, clearly exasperated by his apparent determination to create discord in their marriage. charlotte was not one to harbour illusions of a fairytale romance but she did expect companionship built on friendship and mutual enjoyment, making their union bearable. yet, that seemed impossible with him and she wondered if he cared beyond what she was obliged to offer in this partnership. ❛you may not care, but i do. people talk. and perhaps we may get to know each other better, you know, as one man and wife should.❜ the final portion of her words carries a subtle sarcasm that she recognises the need to rein in. however, there is something about him that strips away her composure entirely. ❛must you fight against everything i ask? is this what our marriage is to look like?❜

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click the source for 1,026 gifs of indian actress SOBHITA DHULIPALA from MADE IN HEAVEN S02(2023). she is telugu. please note that i do not approve of the 5+/- age rule. these were made from scratch and more will be added at my leisure, so please don’t edit, repost or claim as your own or i will eat you. tag me if you’re posting edited gif icons for public use. consider reblogging to spread poc options if useful. enjoy !

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the   viscount   stopped   at   the   sight   of   his   wife   —   thoughts   were   running   elsewhere   ;   the   annoyance   however   was   clearly   visible   and   the   man   let   out   a   loud   breath.   “for   heaven's   sake,   charlotte.”   tone   of   his   voice   was   harsh   in   order   to   silence   any   more   suggestions   on   that   matter,   although   louis   assumed   that   it   wasn’t   quite   enough.   “i’ve   taken   you   as   my   wife   as   it   was   my   duty   as   a   viscount.   my   family’s   line   must   continue.”   louis   leaned   against   the   wall,   yearning   for   an   end   of   the   conversation.   “i   do   not   care   what   anyone   else   may   think   of   us   and   neither   should   you.”

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in the sense of emotions, charlotte's frustrations have become a conspicuous presence. surprisingly, her husband is not far removed from this disposition, despite their shared belief in their stark dissimilarities and inherent incompatibility. nevertheless, she comes to the realisation that things must change, lest others uncover the truth that their union is more rooted in convenience than the genuine affection they had tried to portray to others. ❛I understand that you may not have desired this marriage, but given the circumstances, we find ourselves with limited options. it would be beneficial for us to make an effort to get along.❜

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two  countries,  united  by  a  marriage  that  was  arranged  long  before  both  of  them  were  born.  a  shared  history  and  partnership  could  be  traced  back  for  decades  ;  perhaps  that’s  why  javier  never  dared  to  speak  against  the  union  itself.  the  country  and  its  people  were  expecting  the  marriage,  as  it  would  bring  both  wealth  and  connections  to  the  realm.

fingertips  danced  over  the  papers  on  the  table  and  brown  eyes  darted  at  the  other  figure.  while  he  deemed  himself  great  at  reading  others,  spencer  wasn’t  an  open  book.  look  wandered  over  him  in  silence,  before  javier  crossed  his  arms  and  let  out  a  breath.  “the  past  is  written,  but  the  future  is  still  unwritten.”  a  short  chuckle  followed  and  he  adjusted  himself  in  the  chair.  “  —  at  least  that’s  what  my  father  always  told  me.”         ╱      arranged  marriage,  royalty  verse.  for @eidetic187