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lazaraes · 3 years
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❛               HEY          .               still     feel     like     running     away     to     paris     with     me          ?               ❜         
@oncetragic​​     ━━     j.lovelace               LIKED     ! 
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kikitsonchaeyoung1 · 3 years
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🍓 ~ Son chaeyoung ~ 🍓 perfect is
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atdeathlyquiet · 3 years
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           ❝  cross  my  heart ,   won’t  tell  no  other.  ❞
@oncetragic​  /  lyric  sc.
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shedefend · 3 years
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truthfully? i've not watched dr who since david tennant and i was like 10 surely but just based on the fact that u are perfect at everything; i am going to guess that ur rose is perfect too i am just here for pretty blondes and to annoy u
I'm gonna start exclusively writing characters you don't know so you'll never know whether I'm shit at them or not
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pahriahsxxxxx · 3 years
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 𝚋𝚘𝚢    𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜     𝚖𝚊𝚗,        willingly      renounces     his     youth     to     play    with     guns     like     his       big     brothers.         sound    familiar?         john     had     brought     his     adolescence     to     a     hasty    conclusion    in    order    to     impress    tommy   &     arthur    a     mere    decade    ago.        (𝚘𝚑,    𝚑𝚘𝚠    𝚑𝚎    𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍    𝚒𝚝.)        he     sampled     adulthood     young     &     got     the     taste     for     it;       enjoyed     the    weight    of    royalty     against     his     skull.      then...     the    war.      it     aged     him     horribly,     enhanced     him     with    the      existentialism      of     a     thousand    men.      finn    was    lucky    in    that    sense.    he     glorified     the     insignia     of    a    peaked    cap,     gun    in    hand     because    he    did    not    yet    comprehend    the     agony     of    pulling    the    trigger.
                                         ❛        fuckin’     gi’us     it     here,      finn!            fuck   sake.         ❜        frustration     is     forced     through     gritted     teeth.       (𝚋𝚞𝚝    𝚑𝚎'𝚜    𝚗𝚘𝚝    𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢,       𝚑𝚘𝚠   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍    𝚑𝚎    𝚋𝚎?)         heart-to-throat,      an     allusion      to     pride     develops     there,      but     it’s     rightly     thwarted     by     his     growing     sorrow.      they     are     more     resemblant     than     ever     priorly     conceived.      a    long     thirteen     years     separated    them,        a     lifetime     for     some      ——     it    had    often     seemed     impossible     to    draw     a    likeness     between    them.        until   now.       but     he    cannot    be    angry,      understanding     better    than     most     exactly    how    his    youngest    sibling     presently    feels.        𝚑𝚎    𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜    𝚝𝚘    𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝,     𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜    𝚝𝚘    𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐.         but     john    cannot     seem    to    let     finn’s     boyhood    go,    not    the    same    way    he    abandoned    his    own.        ❛        before    ya    shoot    ya    own    fuckin’    bollocks    off.       ❜
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(     ✉️      )      :      𝚒’𝚖   𝚊   𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢   𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍   𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. @oncetragic​.
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heartborrow-a · 3 years
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@oncetragic​​  as   ALLIE PRESSMAN    :   ❝ why are you telling me all of this  ? ❞   /  featuring   ,   harry bingham
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who else would he go to  ?  who else is there  ?  he can almost find it in himself to be grated by the question,  wonder why they’re wasting time with suspicion   —   but the last time they’d seen each other harry watched allie get shoved into a car and hadn’t done a single thing about it.  he hadn’t had it in him,  and in a way he doesn’t have it in him now either.  telling her had been the obvious choice,  because allie was exactly the sort of thing harry would never be.  brave,  capable,  solid where he’d crumbled under weight.  it’s what he should’ve said to her a long time ago,  what he should’ve said to everyone.  it’s not even what he says now.
            ❛  i knew you’d do something about it.  ❜   despite the distance between them even as he stands in front of her,  it’s one of the only clear thoughts he’s had since deciding to come.  he doesn’t know if it translates,  but it’s because of all of those things he should’ve said that he knows he can be here now.  he runs a hand through his hair,  all nervous energy,  leaving curls in more disarray than they were to begin with.     ❛  couldn’t really afford to take a guess on anyone else.  ❜
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jennifercheck2 · 3 years
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@oncetragic     ...
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    a      minute      of      deep      concentration,          ceruleans      peering      over      to      each      individual          (      ᴬᴺᴰ      ᴾᴼᵀᴱᴺᵀᴵᴬᴸˑ      )            boy  -  chow      wandering      around      the      two      brunettes.          playboy      vintage      handbag      slumped      over      shoulder      tightly,          ears      picking      up      on      distant      yappering:            oh,          ..            IT’S      VERONICA.            she      turns      to      face      her,          brows      furrowing.            ❛       are      you      bored?          ‘cause      you      usually      don’t      give      this     much      of      a      fuck            ..          like,          who      cares?            𝚢𝚘𝚞      𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠      𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝      𝚢𝚘𝚞      𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝      𝚗𝚘𝚠,          right?      ❜
      ❛       i      don’t      know      what      i      want      until      i      fuck      it      up.      ❜
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miserystole-a · 3 years
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      AS SHE STARES ADORINGLY AT THE silver band tightly bound to her ring finger the thought of the day passing in silence fills her head with sorrow.    since she was a little girl she had always envisioned her wedding day to be filled with family,    though she wasn’t the kind of girl who wished for riches and jewel's the people she wished to share such a special day were the most important part of her planning process.    after separating herself from her family all that was left were the few friends she made outside of the business end of her life,    that had only merely congratulated her on the news after she shared it.    the moment he joins her in bed she finds the space for him,    resting her head against his chest so she could once again stare at the memento signifying their marriage.    ‘ I WISH THEY COULD HAVE BEEN THERE. ’
CLOSED STARTER   /   @oncetragic​‘s freddie thorne 
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storiesforged · 3 years
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@oncetragic​ liked for a starter for dina !
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“  things  around  here  seem  good.  REALLY,  really  good.  ”
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theblckheir · 3 years
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@oncetragic‘s  emmeline  asked   :   ❝   i have too many questions, and places to go.   ❞ 
           heart  hammers  beneath  ribcage,   door  loud  as  it  closes  behind  body,   it  echoes  as  if  having  secrets  to  keep,   it  echoes  like  a  grave  closing  on  dark  artefacts.   features  still  bends  arrogantly,   bright  smirk  and  unbothered  for  all  to  see      /      being  raised  to  hide  everything  he  is,   poker  face  is  without  crack.         ❝  and  here  i  was  going  to  offer  you  a  drink,  ❞         father’s  weapons  are  the  ones  he  needs  during  the  war,   to  conceal,   to  hide,   to  trust  no  one  but  yourself,   he  was  raised  for  a  war  he  didn’t  know  existed      (  but  father  had  known      &&      maybe,   probably,   father  had  cared  ).         ❝  but  i  won’t  stop  you  on  your  way  out.  ❞         darkness  has  not  seized  him  but  trust  in  him  has  always  been  fickle  but  it’s  starting  to  disappear,   like  water  in  his  hands,   sandcastles  he’s  built  for  years  destroyed  with  a  barely  there  earthquake.
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lazaraes · 3 years
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❛               WHAT     DO     YOU     THINK          ?               ❜               emerging     from     dressing     room     ,     she     strikes     a     pose          .               black     dress     ,     bare     feet     [     …     ]     a     lesson     in     contrasts          .               ❛               i     know     i'm     hot     but     exactly     how     hot     is     the     question          .               ❜               
@oncetragic​     ━━     v.dragomir               LIKED     !
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inescape · 3 years
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      ❛❛           you’re         like          a         walking        𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚔     𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔!           ❜❜
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@oncetragic          &         𝒔𝒄.
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atlazaraes · 3 years
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HELLO DO U HAVE A MINUTE TO SPEAK ABOUT THE PAIN THAT EMMELINE WENT THROUGH WHEN SHE WAS TOLD MARLENE WAS DEAD? OR HOW ABOUT THE PAIN U LET ME PUT MYSELF THROUGH WHEN I SAID HEY DOUBLE AGENT VERSE WHERE /SHE WAS THERE/ WHEN SHE WAS KILLED!!!!!!!!
SORRY, NO SOLICITORS
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atdeathlyquiet · 3 years
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          ❝  everything i had, i seem to have lost.  ❞         eyes  downcast,   guilt  lets  teeth  dig  into  her  lower  lip,   hoping  her  words  won’t  diminish  the  importance  she  gives  to  the  friendships  she’s  managed  to  salvage.
@oncetragic​  /  lyric  sc.
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pinkrecord-archived · 3 years
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#  @oncetragic​​​​﹐         ﹙        closed  starter    /    for  veronica.    ﹚
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“        i    don’t    want    to    talk    to    anybody    else.        i    don’t    like    anybody    else.        ”
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heartborrow-a · 3 years
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@oncetragic​​   as   HARRIET HOOK    :   ❝ i didn’t think you knew my name. ❞   /  featuring   ,   audrey rose
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❛  why wouldn’t i  ?  ❜  her mouth gets away from her,  as usual,  promptly before she decides she doesn’t want the answer after all.  it is actually a fair assumption,  if harriet had said the exact same thing two years ago she may have considered it a victory.  a sign that a facade perfectly crafted remained intact.  where she stands,  her tone comes defensive even to her own ears,  grip on books tightening and expression purposefully molded back into something impassive after a moment of stricken confusion.
there’s something honest on the tip of her tongue and she won’t let it out.  it’s not that she’s accustomed to crumbling under pressure,  but there’s so rarely a real part of her at risk of being witnessed.  princess is as much a title as it is a cover,  sparkly and bright and easily hidden behind.  whatever she might’ve said gets swallowed,  shoulders rise and fall once instead.  ❛  your father’s terribly lacking in creativity,  your names are hard to forget.  ❜
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