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❝ hold the front door, you’re telling me that ian proposed and you actually said yes? ❞ there was clear surprise in her tone, not because she disapproved but because it genuinely shocked her. never in a million years did she think they would progress to husband status. ❝ congrats, kid. ❞
* @mkvch : because why not .
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vllchor .
❛ what? ❜ she came prepared for a fight, and despite the positive reaction she knows it will come because she knows what she’ll say. still, frame shrinks into itself as lanky arms cross against her chest. his amazement hurts more than if he had been angry. ❛ i—— lip, you know i can’t… support a child right now, and neither can you. ❜ she wants children, of course, an attempt to fill the gap that her family never could. tears fill swollen blue eyes and she swears the hormones are to blame. ❛ fuck, we’re not even together anymore! how the hell are gonna—— this just can’t happen right now. but i don’t know what to do. i'm freakin’ the fuck out, lip, and i don’t know what the fuck to do, okay? so—— you can’t be all happy about it like it’s reasonable for us to have a baby when you know it’s not, ‘cause i came here for help and you're not fuckin’ helping. ❜
❝ so why come here and freakin’ tell me? sounds like you’ve already made up your mind. ❞ happiness turns to bitterness in a heartbeat, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach. he’s torn, but he’d never stop mandy from doing what she felt was right, despite wanting this; he understood if she didn’t. ❝ look, i get it. we’re not together, i’m drowning in student loans and fuck––– i don’t know what you’ve been doin’. but we can do this, mandy, i want this. . . ❞ lip wanted to reach up and cup the side of her face, stop the tears before they even fell but he wasn’t that person anymore. he’d fallen too far, they’d drifted too much. he had himself to blame for that. ❝ if you don’t want this, i get it, okay? i’ll hold your hand or–––– whatever. it’s not my fuckin’ body. ❞
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❝ no fuckin’ shit. . . ❞ he was laughing in disbelief, a flutter of excitement in his stomach. he remembered a moment that was so long ago it seemed as though it were another lifetime; he’d told her it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to have a child with her. despite it being completely wrong timing, lip meant that. ❝ i’m gonna be a dad. ❞ so quiet, voice was almost a whisper. he was mesmerised.
* @vllchor : for mandy milkovich .
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would anyone be interested in writing with characters from wentworth? i know it’s a really lowkey show, but the women are amazing and i can write them in prison or out of; which would be really, really awesome considering i never get to write them.
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𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑: feel free to add me here, just give me a heads up on who you are after you’ve been accepted! i’ve mostly been writing here lately, but it’s also where i seem to be doing a lot of my plotting. so if you’re interested in writing with me; this is the easiest option!
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* love ♥ starters
‘ want me to stay? ’
‘ we’re almost home. ’
‘ you should be in bed. ’
‘ we can share it.’
‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’
‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’
‘ grab my hand. ’
‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’
‘ everything okay? ’
‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’
‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’
‘ who did that to you? ’
‘ sit down and rest. ’
‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’
‘ come lay down in my lap. ’
‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’
‘ call me when you get home. ’
‘ we should change those bandages. ’
‘ you’re safe here. ’
‘ honey… ’
‘ of course we love you. ’
‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’
‘ take my bed for tonight. ’
‘ i promise. ’
‘ you’re always welcome here. ’
‘ don’t talk like that. ’
‘ bad dream? ’
‘ talk to me. ’
‘ it’s okay to cry. ’
‘ you need to be more careful.’
‘ we should hug this out. ’
‘ i worry about you. ’
‘ can i hold your hand? ’
‘ because i care about you. ’
‘ it made me think of you. ’
‘ take care of yourself. ’
‘ put your seatbelt on. ’
‘ where did you go? ’
‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’
‘ i made breakfast. ’
‘ sing something for me? ’
‘ open it and find out. ’
‘ how long have you been like this? ’
‘ you look nice. ’
‘ here, take my jacket. ’
‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’
‘ focus on my voice. ’
‘ i meant every word. ’
‘ i was here all night. ’
‘ look both ways before you cross. ’
‘ you don’t have to talk. ’
‘ this is your favorite, right? ’
‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’
‘ you have a nice laugh. ’
‘ here, take my jacket. ’
‘ you could stay here. with me. ’
‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’
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the news of sybil’s near demise had shaken thomas. the only person in downton who had always been kind to him despite his treatment of others. it meant more to him than he had ever admitted to anyone else, let alone lady sybil. after losing that companionship permanently, he fully intended to make his appreciation for her known. with a knock upon her door, knowing full well that he was not exactly permitted into lady sybil’s room, he figured it would be brushed aside in this moment. ❝ may i come in, lady sybil? it’s mr. barrow. ❞
‟ @crawlshee.
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he feels out of place, refusing to wear a dinner jacket or even black for that matter. there were firm beliefs that he wasn’t ready to budge on, but truthfully, tom was questioning whether or not he ever would be. he hated to disappoint his dear wife. ❝ do you truly not mind my refusal of dinner jackets and tails? i know wearin’ them won’t change me, i don’t belief i ever will, my darlin’, but i do hate to disappoint you. ❞
‟ @crawlshee.
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