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[elizabeaufort]

SERENA & NATE in GOSSIP GIRL (2007-2012) — 3x10 | “THE LAST DAYS OF DISCO STICK!”

#⋆ ❰ painful to me pierce right through me / isms. ❱ #( — queue me but screw me first. ) #( — wanted connection. )

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⏤ Elizabeth ended her shift a bit early, this time she was feeling indisposed. And she decided to stop by any establishment that would be open at this hour, to put something on her stomach, since she realized that she couldn't remember the last time she ate. She remembers making sure her twins and her father ate, but not herself.

Entering the place she saw a rather familiar guy. Mars. She was a friend of his wife, but she stared at him for too long to make sure if he was truly the husband of her friend. It was. The bruises… Familiar with what she saw in Sebastian when he went to Arène. ⏤ ❛ Hi Mars, I wasn't sure if it was really you. Not with this new makeup on. ❜ She referred to the bruises and joined his table. ❛ How are you doing? ❜

OPEN STARTER Location: Some diner at night.

He's hungry. It's late, and the fluorescent lighting in the cheap 24 hour waffle house only makes a few of the bruises and the cut lip he's sporting more pronounced. Overall, it could've been worse- and he'd won. He'd won his round at the Arène. He feels... accomplished. So, so sore but good. He's cutting up a stack of pancakes, and a warm brown gaze turns up to see someone at another booth facing him.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer. Or come sit and eat pancakes with me." He eyes the seat across from him. "They got shakes, too. Might do the oreo one."

#designedonchaos #( — mars gaffney. ) #tw: wounds #tw: injuries

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⏤ The blonde averted her gaze towards the bartender before looking at Aviel. She always thinks she's stepping on eggshells when she is dealing with shy new people. She nodded when he gestured knowing very well what they meant. Elizabeth remained in silence when he showed a demonstration of what she could do. And then his words purring in her ears… ❛ I get the hint. ❜ She looks at him and winks back playfully. ❛ You got the rizz, my man. ❜ She added when he pulled away.

Perhaps, she might need to change her words for the next time, it wasn't like didn't do it as he suggested. She tried but her problem is that she carries just brains, one in her head and the other on her hand tongue in general tends to say 'odd shits' and at times, it may lead her in trouble. ⏤ ❛ I'll try the next time, following your steps. ❜ That kind of was what she did, except the words… She will measure her own words. ❛ And, what else may I be at your service today? ❜ Followed by a wink. ❛ Do you think it sounds better? ❜

He gives a nod to the bartender who's giving him a look to see if he needs another - and of course he does. Another gin and tonic would be fantastic. "Not too hot. Bit mild, and pleasant."

Shy new people. He thinks about it. "Hm... well, I guess never assuming you know what they want, doll. Some folks come in here just to sit quietly and watch from afar. They don't always want the uh... the whole thing." He gestures vaguely, hoping she gets what he means. "Some are a bit shyer. Not looking for a lap dance or a kiss or a tease. You never know." He gives a shrug. "Never hurts to ask, though. Does it? Like a..." He leans in closer to her. Voice soft, nearly a purr. "What can I do for you to make you feel good tonight, baby?" He winks at her, then pulls away when his new drink is set down, taking a sip. "Something like that, right? Or a... 'how can I make you feel comfortable here?'."

#theangellies #( — aviel gillinski. ) #☠️☠️☠️

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⏤ The blonde looked at the other as the other responded. Then she looked at the screen to see the earnings, to get the idea. She chuckled when Sasha nudged her because it tickled. There is absolutely nothing to lose… She doesn't have a husband anymore, her father… She reckons that he doesn't know what she is up to every time she goes to 'work', and she doesn't have a family… She is willing to do anything to never make her twins pass through what she went through when she was younger. ❛ I'll try it. So, can I borrow your old equipment? I promise when I give yours back when I have a budget to get my own. ❜ The Aussie is good at her promises. If Sasha doesn't mind, of course.

The million dollar question. Was the money worth it? Was anything worth it? Sex work & worth are always tied together in conversation. Whether it be about money or a person. "It's like the club," she answered with a shrug. "Some days, you're making your rent in one hour. Others...you barely make enough for groceries." She clicked over to a page where it showed her earnings, so the younger could get an idea. "Most of the time? It's all about those few regulars. But you're a blonde bombshell, you'll get those in no time," she encouraged the other with a nudge. "I think it's worth it. It can be slow at first but one day, you'll see the results."

#mvniae #( — sasha belvedere. )

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⏤ A genuine smile crept on her face as he spoke about his skills. ❛ Flowers? Oh my God! I know a bit about them because my father was a gardener, but now is working in floriculture. He understands all botanicals, flowers, plants, etc. My specialty, I would say fashion… I can make anything you want as for outfit. I sew. ❜ And for the people she likes, she enjoys making clothes for them, like one of her friends, Ricardo, she made two outfits for him as a birthday gift, but currently, she working on something for someone, ahem… They aren't friends, are they? But she is making a shirt for Milo. Then she got excited when he saw the blue G. Oh, finally they were getting closer to her car. ❛ This parking lot is huge. ❜ She mused out loud, and she picked up her car key and pressed the unlock button.

He was no expert, but he could get around it. Though, it had been a while since he'd been behind the wheel. Living above where you worked in Manhattan made it useless to have a car. If he ever needed one, he could rent it. "Don't worry. We all have our own skill set. Mine are flowers." He said kindly. There was nothing wrong with not knowing something. Suho saw the F, then the G. From up here, it was easier to see. He jumped down the ciment block. "It's that way. Pretty sure I saw a black car by a blue G." He said and started to walk in the right direction.

#kimxsuho #( — kim suho. )

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MARGOT ROBBIE Barbie Behind the Scenes

#⋆ ❰ clever as the devil twice as pretty / visage. ❱ #( — queue me but screw me first. )

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⏤ It was an instantaneous connection Elizabeth had with Sasha. Some people just 'click' like this. It is rare for her to feel something like this to somebody she hasn't known for a long time ( like since childhood or things like that ) . ⏤ The other woman happened to be on the list of people she allowed to know her fully. Her toddlers adore her, and she visits her place. Vice-versa.

The Aussie was no stranger to do 'odd jobs' per say. It was no different when Sasha spoke about this side hustling as 'cam girl'. It was a lot to take in, from equipment, customers… The list was so big. The good thing is that Elizabeth is a fast learner, in general. ❛ Do you think the money's worth it? ❜ She refers to the 'side hustling' as camgirl. As cautious as she may be, she wanted to be sure she wouldn't regret it later. Once expose… There's no taken back.

@elizabeaufort

Sasha never thought she'd take anyone under her wing when she came to New York. She fled in fear & didn't plan on making friends with anyone. But the blonde mother had seeped in to her arms & before they knew it, they were friends. Sasha had met Elizabeth's kids, learned her name, & been to her home & vise versa. Sasha wasn't in it to make friends. It just happened.

Sasha had Elizabeth in her room, her laptop in front of the two of them as she showed the younger everything there was to know about being a cam girl. From the websites, to equipment, to how customers can be, to her personal block list. There wasn't a thing she missed to tell her. She wanted her to be prepared for anything. "I can give you my old equipment," she started. "It's not bad or anything. I just upgraded after I got the money's worth."

#mvniae #( — sasha belvedere. )

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⏤ Elizabeth grasped his hair and pulled it a bit, raising his and gave a playful bite on his cheek, after his comment by saying she does not sound French. She chuckled when he agreed with her about not resisting pretty things. She let go of his hair, as her grey-bluish hues kept locked into their gaze. Surprisingly, she didn't sleep around much, her list is not big but also not small, the majority of people were only casual hook-up things. But letting people in… It's different for her. The last person, she let in was her husband.

❛ That's the objective, handsome. ❜ She refers to 'healing fast'. ❛ Oh!? That would be cool. I would like to watch it someday. ❜ Elizabeth strokes one side of their face, in a caring manner. ❛ All fights I saw usually are from bars, where some people get kicked out or clubs as well. ❜ But not real fight, fight… Like UFC, or things like that in person, of course. ⏤ What he said next, took her by surprise. Was he worried? ❛ Sorry. That's true, I don't know anything. ❜ That was why her father gave her a gun, and truth be told, she didn't even know how to use it either. She broke the gaze and looked down a bit ashamed. ❛ Will you? ❜ She refers in regards to teaching some techniques.

Sebastian grinned at the compliment. "You don't sound French." He teased. But then he grin turned into a joyful laugh at being told he was a weakness. "I very much like pretty little things too. Very hard to resist." He agreed with her; the list of people he'd share a bed with (or just any surface or non-surface) was quite long. But sleeping around a d letting someone in were two very different things for him.

"Ah! I will heal very fast now!" He exclaimed like a kid would have. "My fights don't take long. Maybe if I fight during your break." Sebastian was a savage; longer fights were because their opponent was on their level. "You need to learn some moves Lux!" He said with a worried frown. "Maybe I can show you some techniques one day."

#( — sebastian sideris. ) #sebastiansideris #tw: guns

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⏤ Elizabeth was grateful for the help of Damien because she was a tad desperate to help her son. And she didn't have words or know how to show her gratitude. ⏤ ❛ I look forward to it! ❜ She was excited about their time alone with self-care, it is something she didn't do much. The Aussie can be a little negligent towards herself. Upon the words, he repeated from her mouth. ❛ Yeah, about my dad. ❜ She confessed.

❛ He is going on a date when he is back from the trip, and I can't help but be jealous about it. ❜ She took a sip from her drink and quickly added. ❛ It is just because I don't want him to get hurt like my mom did to us. Things got very difficult when she broke our hearts, so. ❜ Liz explained the reasons. She didn't know if she'd like this woman either.

She chuckled at his words. ❛ I understand. I don't think there's anything new in my life. ❜ The blonde mused for a moment or two, as for romantically? She can't think of anything. She is only meeting new people lately. ⏤ There are some clients she finds cute but she always makes a line in her head to never cross. Besides, she reckons that no clients would want to do anything to her, except her work.

"It's my pleasure, really." He reassured. He wouldn't let a friend a d even less their kids be in danger if he could do something about it. It was a good thing the medical field was the second choice of line of work in his family after philanthropy.

"Monday then. And kids will be at the daycare, so nothing too new for you either. Just some you-time with me!" He said grinning brightly. "Jealous?" He wondered of who, cause it was clearly not him.

"Same old, same old. If it wasn't for the people I hang out with, my life would be quite uneventful." He chuckled. Was he attracted to a handful of guys these days? Yeah, but it wasn't worth risking friendships over or just be interested in someone he had negative chances with.

#dtoussaint #( — damien toussaint. )

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⏤ A sympathetic smile crept on her rosy lips when he said agree to disagree and another blush appeared on her pale cheeks. ⏤ Upon the comment about Kris Jenner, the blonde cracked up and cackled about it, resting a hand on her chest, dimples etching on her cheeks. It was a nice way to describe her grandparents from her mother's side. ❛ You're funny. ❜

She paid attention to his words, as he explained about his family. ❛ Rwanda?! That's so nice. ❜ And then another gulp from her drink. Sometimes she wonders what is like to never leave a place, like him. It must be nice… ❛ Planes can be noisy if I'm honest with you. ❜ Not that she travels a lot by plane, but she remembers it being on a plane.

Grey-bluish hues hold his gaze, as a coy smile remains on her crimson lips. Upon his question, she hums thinking. ❛ Well, I have a life here now, so I don't see myself living anywhere. But, I do wish I could go to France, y'know? To get to know better my father's home country and his people. Maybe learn a bit more about their culture but in the land, not what books or 'urban legend' people say about them, y'know?! I don't know if I'm making any sense. ❜ She chuckles a bit to hide her embarrassment. She thinks she isn't good at explaining things.

I'm far from being a queen, she says, and Tristan winks— "Agree to disagree."

He'd heard of Socrates, though he couldn't recite a single prophetic word of his creation. But these are decent ones, by 'old white men' standards. Of course, it helps to have a teacher of the likes of Elizabeth to be the one reciting them out loud.

Tristan laughs, "The Kris Jenner of countries."

"...Kind of the same." Much to his surprise. "My parents bought into a similar idea. Probably not of an American dream, but just any dream. They're from Rwanda. But as for me, I'm born and raised in Harlem." Beat. "And I stayed here all my life— Just New York. I've never even been on a plane."

Tristan remembers his drink, and he studies the ice cubes and they pattern they create swimming dark-colored liquor. It's flower-like; so he brings it up, and drinks with intent. Meets Elizabeth's eyes on the way down, and yes — the connection is there.

He shakes his head, "But I don't feel like I need be anywhere else." Beat. "Do you?"

#tristanzaire #( — tristan zaire. )

[elizabeaufort]

The Great (2020—2023)

#⋆ ❰ painful to me pierce right through me / isms. ❱ #( — queue me but screw me first. )

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⏤ Claude Beaufort won a drawing in which he received tickets to watch a game of any NFL team at a stadium and spend time with one notorious athlete during the game. He gave it to her daughter, Elizabeth as a gift for her and his grandchildren since it'd be a fun activity to do with them. Her father gave her instructions, he gave her the ticket and she prepared a backpack for what her toddlers might need. Elizabeth doesn't understand anything about football, and to be honest, she has no idea who is the Easton guy that she'd meet there in the stadium. Once she got ready, she dressed up her twins and headed towards the stadium.

Once arriving there, she snapped cute pictures of the twins, close to the entrance, and asked a stranger to take a picture of her with them, thanking them and then she entered at the entrance gave the ticket, and explained that she'd meet with a player named Easton. Elizabeth asked what he looked like to the worker of the cashier, and the woman laughed at Liz. ❛ You're so funny, blondie! ❜ The cashier told, her shaking her head, cackling at her, when she was being utterly serious.

Either way, she made her way toward her seats holding the twins' tiny hands, as a gentle worker helped her to locate the seat. And was told the player would join her soon. She accommodated on her seat, and her twins, both sat on her lap, a bit impressed by the size of the stadium. It was so big. ❛ Wow! That's really big! I thought it was a bit smaller! ❜ She says to none in specific, maybe for her twins but they were playing with each other and not paying attention to her words.

// @easton-m

#eastonm #( — easton madden. )

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MARGOT ROBBIE CHANEL in Rhythm

#⋆ ❰ clever as the devil twice as pretty / visage. ❱ #tw: flashing gif #( — queue me but screw me first. )

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@xthesoldier

season one episode one

#⋆ ❰ painful to me pierce right through me / isms. ❱ #tw: long post #( — ft: milo pierce ) #xthesoldier #☠️

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#⋆ ❰ painful to me pierce right through me / isms. ❱ #( — queue me but screw me first. )

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⏤ Elizabeth's both hands on her thin waist, pouting and annoyed at him. ❛ It is because you were in the middle of MY way. ❜ And she stayed a bit tiptoed to be 'taller', so maybe he could listen to her 'better'. She knew it was her fault in the end, but the day seemed that everything was going wrong. The tea is her breakfast before she slips into bed to sleep long. ⏤ The people were yet, complaining the pair were still bickering at the entrance of the coffee shop, some people hitting purposely their shoulders against hers. ⏤ ❛ Where is your sense of humor, mate? Are you always literal? ❜ She shook her head and took a step forward. ❛ Smilo, Smilo. ❜ She clasped her own hands together. ❛ Let's be honest, deep, deep down you were dying to talk to me. If I was that waste of time that you said then why do you stay to watch me every time we bump into each other? Think about that. ❜ The Aussie blonde booped at the tip of his nose, with her index finger playfully, and removed her hand fast. Unfortunately, he always happens to be around in her awkward moments. She looks at him from head to toe. Liz was a bit irritated and wanted to strangle him. His presence both vexes her and allures her at the same time. It's complicated. ❛ And I won't leave you alone, until you buy me a new tea Dungeon Master, chop, chop! I'm waiting. Don't bring me matcha. ❜

---The longer he stood here, the more brain cells were of no use in a conversation with her. "I see the blame game because you telling me to replace what you dropped is not my problem." he tilted his head "Can't help it if you have slippery hands walking comedian." he paid no attention to the people who complained that they were standing in the way of the coffee shop. She then said dungeon master and he raised a brow. For one, he did not even want to know what that referenced to, the second was she acted as if he wanted to be where she was. When she mentioned stalking, he gave her a hard look and stepped forward. " don't ever put that word in a sentence with me because that would mean wasting time. I do not waste time, nor would I spend minutes to countless hours in knowing what you do." shaking his head "and speaking of time wasted, this conversation was one of them."

#xthesoldier #( — milo pierce. ) #u r all wrong liz rip #tw: stalker mention #tw: violent thoughts

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WEARY - (liz to fall asleep on Milo)

⏤ It was unbelievable the way Milo and Elizabeth, it doesn't matter what they always bumped into each other. After the situation on the yacht, they began to talk a bit more than the usual tease. Although, the Aussie does more of the talking than him. He was both irritating and interesting. However, she kind of likes to spend time with him because he is enigmatic. Perhaps, it might be the reason why she kept talking to him as if any of the fewer words would be a missing piece of a puzzle she is trying to finish. That was one of the traits that kept him super very interesting. He was so different from the type of men she dealt with.

Much to her surprise, he invited her for a little stroll, she had finished her shift and took a look at the hour. Why the fuck not?! ⏤ She walked by his side, on the streets and went down to the pier observing the landscape of the water with him. So she found a bench, with a view of the water where they chatted a little, it was a nice place. Elizabeth put her hands inside the coat to get warmer.

Somehow, amid the talking, she fell asleep on the bench, with her head falling on his shoulder. The sun rising, and the chirps of the birds. It was all too light now when the sun was right up and clear she opened her grey-bluish hues realizing that she wasn't at home, but on the goddamn pier. SHIIIT. ❛ Smiloo! wake up! I just ⏤ What happened?! Fuck my children! ❜ She stood up abruptly, in a little despair for losing track of time, she didn't even know if he also fell asleep, she simply stood up so fast, trying to wake up herself.

a comprehensive list of scenarios

#( — milo pierce. ) #xthesoldier