#natalie winters

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Natalie G. Winters

Natalie G. Winters Raise a Glass to Natalie Winters Raise a Glass to Natalie Winters — DOWNLOAD https://farm.fm/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/Raise-a-Glass-to-Natalie-Winters.mp3   Verse 1 When they locked him down, they thought it was done, But she stepped up with the force of a gun. Walked into the room like a firebrand queen, Strutting in heels, with a hell of a gleam. She don’t play small; she…

[villagecrier]

🚨DEMO ALERT!!! 🚨

Loco Motive Demo available on Steam now!

Proving your innocence has gone off the rails, and I'm all aboard for it! And wait 'til you see the cast! Full Steam Ahead (literally)!! Enjoy, this looks hilarious! check it out here!

[nataliedecorsair]

It's cold in winter, but there is a solution Raha has a softer side (that is hidden from almost everyone)

---- More comics, werewolf & other art on my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/ndc1992

[metamorphesque]

— Natalie Diaz, Manhattan Is a Lenape Word

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[luckydollgirl]

[birdmans]

succession x booth by bryant

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[honeycrispjamz]

precrash mistynat, 1992-1996

[saintsunfyre]

LADY TYRELL, REGENT TO LYONEL TYRELL

Lady Tyrell had already ruled as a regent, together with Highgarden's castellan and steward, for her infant son Lyonel before the Dance of the Dragons began. With the loyalty of the lords of the Reach split between Rhaenyra and Aegon II at the start of the war, Lyonel's three regents withdrew their support for Aegon II and chose to keep House Tyrell neutral throughout the war. When Lord Kermit Tully marched on King's Landing against Aegon II, the king desperately wrote to Lord Tyrell for support, but his mother wrote that she had reason to doubt the loyalty of her son's bannermen and was not fit to lead a host to war herself, "being a mere woman".

Johanna Lannister // Samantha Hightower // Sharis Footly // Lady Tyrell // Alys Rivers // Sabitha Frey // Jeyne Arryn // Elenda Baratheon // Aliandra Martell

[deanspajamas]

think my plans for this winter are being in a plane crash and getting stuck in the woods with a soccer team full of lesbians, might eat sm1 might not who knows

[immast4rrrr]

Succession Cast at Series Wrap Party by Booth by Bryant

[digitalfountains]

Natalie White by Olivier Zahm

- Purple Magazine, Fall/Winter 2011

[nataliedecorsair]

Comic about a werewolf child Gotta learn how to howl More comics on my Patreon

[heartz4shauna]

thunder only happens

when it’s raining.

players only love you

when they’re playing.

[fruitcoops]

Dream Team

Day Twelve: Natalie Darcy wants snuggles, not struggles, and deserves them too. Characters belong to @lumosinlove! Header is from @noots-fic-fests, where you can find all other tagged fest fics from the last week and a half (wow!)

“Forty-five sixty-seven left,” Alex said, staring directly into Natalie’s eyes.

“What?” Panic. Instant panic.

“Wombat brat pack! Set, hike!”

Black flashed in Natalie’s periphery—collision—fluorescent light above her.

“Jesus Christ,” she wheezed as she was dragged to her feet by a hand twisted in her shirt.

Jersey.

Her jersey.

“Wombat brat pack!” Alex insisted. He was bent and braced for a face-off. Natalie fumbled out something like a protest, something like a whine. She didn’t recognize the faces around them. Was Kasey in net? Why had he let her do this?

A whistle deafened her and she flinched, grabbing her right ear with a gloved hand. “Darcy, out!” the referee barked before crouching again.

Thank god. She backed up on wobbly skates, gliding as much as her ankles would allow. The other players were giants around her. “Oh, shit,” she murmured. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck me.”

The whistle blasted again. They converged on the puck in a seething mass of muscle and Velcro. Natalie backed up as fast as her inexperienced legs would carry her, away from the wrestling and grunting and clatter of carbon-fiber she preferred to experience from a safe distance.

It was a mistake. A fatal misstep in this messy, awful game.

“Darcy!” someone shouted from the melee. One of them had broken free. Alex? He was aiming right for her. Alex would never—but he was, he was bolting toward the goal, the goal Natalie had mistakenly planted herself in front of.

“Fuck!” she shouted, more on instinct than anything else. Alex cut one way; she dove the other, goal be damned, but the puck followed her.

Natalie had never seen Kasey unpadded, such as it was. He looked significantly more terrifying bearing down on her without any Michelin-man sweetness.

“Why are you tall—AUGH.”

They went down in a pile of limbs. Kasey scrambled to his feet. Natalie let herself lie there for a moment, gathering shards of her breath where they had exploded out of her like LEGO pieces.

“Nat!” Alex’s voice made her jump, made her heavy, itchy pads rattle. He tapped the top of her helmet with his stick, like a fucking asshole. “Enforcer!” he said insistently. “Enforce!”

“I don’t know what that means!” Her face was hot. Everything was hot and damp and this was all terrible, why on earth would they choose this day-to-day?

Kasey was coming down the stretch again, snapping the puck back and forth with a teammate. Alex took off toward him with those gorgeous crossovers that showed off the power of his legs but Natalie had no time to appreciate it because she wasn’t in her spot, with her drink, rating asses with Lily until they laughed themselves hoarse.

The fucking nerve of this dude to come at her after everything she had been through.

Natalie turned herself sideways and drove her shoulder into his chest with a hard push off.

It hurt like a mother.

The momentum carried them both sideways, though, enough for Alex to knock the puck around the goal and leave her to her own devices, namely catching her breath and praying for deliverance. Her hair itched under her helmet. It all felt too big to get anywhere.

“Darcy!” Another jersey-bound maniac yelling her name. Delightful. Exactly what Natalie wanted in this extremely low-stress environment.

“What?" she shouted.

"Darcy!"

"What?!"

"Darcy!"

"Oh my fucking--"

“Stop him!”

“Sure!” she laughed, rough and without humor. “Awesome! Will do! What’s the worst that could happen?”

She didn’t even see the guy’s number before impact.

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Natalie woke up in her bed with a pounding heart and a throbbing head. She twisted the (high thread-count, silky-soft) sheets in her hands and sat up, rubbing sand from her eyes until leftover glitter and makeup streaked the back of her hand. An achy feeling seeped through her arms and feet gradually, a gentle consequence of wearing heels and dancing all evening.

Her head…oh, her head. Her mouth was cotton. Her eyes felt puffy. Perhaps those midnight margaritas hadn’t been the best idea. She stretched her torso from side-to-side, then each arm, and finally her poor beleaguered neck. Alex snuffled in his sleep like a lost puppy, covered up to his neck by blankets.

Kasey was right where he was supposed to be, all cute and fuzzy in the half-moon she liked to cuddle into when it wasn’t too hot out. His hair fell over the side of his face in golden wisps.

Natalie brushed one strand off his cheekbone and tucked it behind his ear. “Kasey, baby,” she whispered. Early-red sun bled under the curtains. “Honey. Kase, wake up.”

Those rat-bastard baby Lions were going to pay up for their party crimes. Natalie enjoyed several fantasies of hanging every item of their clothing on their brand-new picket fence for the wind to ruffle while she waited for Kasey to stir.

At last, he did. He looked like a rumpled, well-loved teddy bear down there, all sleepy blinks and brown eyes and squishable face.

And she squished it. She squished it hard. Her pillow came down with enough force to knock a squawk from his traitor lungs.

“Jesus, Nat, what—”

“You don’t run at me,” she informed him, poking the center of his chest. “You don’t skate towards me fast, you don’t hit pucks at me, it’s scary and I don’t like it.”

One of Kasey’s eyes was only partially open. He still managed to squint at her. “Whuzzat? ‘S your nightmare again?”

“I don’t like it when you do that!” she repeated, whacking him a second, gentler time. “You’re tall. It freaks me out.”

“ ‘M sorry,” he mumbled. “Won’t do it again. C’mere. Early.”

But there was another traitor in her bed. Alex grumbled something and turned onto his belly, his face pointing away from them. Natalie grabbed the sheets at the curve of his lower back and yanked them down as far as she could.

His bare back immediately arched at the chill, knees jerking toward his chest. “Woah—”

“Up, up, up,” Natalie ordered, urging his big lug of a body to roll so she could get a good look at his nonsense-speaking face. After a minute of futile pushing, he let her turn him over.

“G’mornin’,” he greeted. “Did I steal the covers?”

“You made me an enforcer!”

Behind her, Kasey had the nerve to laugh. The pillow found his gut with a satisfying thump.

“And then you yelled plays at me!” she continued, swinging a leg across Alex’s hips.

He looked up at her in unadulterated drowsy confusion, but his hands found her waist for a few soothing strokes. “I…have no idea what you’re talking about,” he confessed. “But I’m so sorry.”

“That—” She caught herself and pursed her lips. “Is a very good answer, and you’re not forgiven, because Kasey ran me the fuck over and you didn’t even do anything. But I will stay here, just for that.”

Alex nodded agreeably. “Okay. Hang on, Kase ran you over?”

“In the game.”

“The game,” he repeated.

“The hockey game. Where you made me an enforcer.”

Steady awareness was returning to Alex’s eyes. His brows creased in the middle. “When…?”

Natalie flicked her hand dismissively. “Recurring nightmare. But you’ve never been there, and you were on my team, and you were too busy chasing Kasey around to help me up after you got mad at me for not being a good enforcer.”

“You’d be a great enforcer. Wait—”

“Alexander!”

“I’m sorry.” And he was laughing too, the jackass, holding her tight around the hips and rolling onto his side so they were facing each other on the mattress. He kissed her nose through his snickering. “Aw, honey, I’m sorry.”

Natalie covered his mouth with her palm and gave it a half-hearted shove. “Yeah, you better be.”

“Oh, god.” He was still smiling when she took her hand back and tucked it between them, pulling Kasey’s over her side to hold. Alex composed himself, broke, and scraped together just enough self-control to look at her with only a bit of a swallowed-down grin. “I’m sorry you had a bad time in your nightmare about being an enforcer in a professional hockey game.”

“You yelled plays at me.”

“I’m sorry for yelling plays at you when you clearly hadn’t been at practice.”

“Alex!”