In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel living in the garden of evil - Lana Del Ray
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Despite the occupations in the law and medical field being opened to women here in the USSR, Natalia had opted for a much more subtle role in the workforce, driving a truck for ration distribution to the Red Army.
Her superiors had approved of the tactic, as it would appear as though she were right under their noses. Little did they realize that she fully intended to aid her British comrade, rather than double-cross him. Served them right for what they'd done to her husband. All in good time. All in good time.
"Why don't you like him?" she asked, half listening as she stood at the stove, stirring the Solyanka in the lone pot they owned and dressed in nothing but her white high-waist shorts and one of Lamb's shirts -- far more comfortable for loungewear.
After pouring a serving into one of the two bowls in their cabinet with a ladle that left an unpleasantly metallic taste in the food, she set it down beside him before taking the adjacent seat.
"Take a break and eat something."
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‘ He might know which friend is truly our enemy. ‘ (Natalia @ Lamb)
TUЯN WASHINGTON’S SPIES STARTERS // @pagetreader
Lamb mashed the remaining nub of his cigarette in the ashtray, slowly releasing his final breathful of smoke, returning his attention to the radio balanced on his lap, the machine's interior scattered on the rickety writing desk - it seemed as if everything was rickety in the cramped spaces of this apartment.
It hadn't been bugged as they'd originally suspected, that was the good news; though, the more unfortunate news meant that a wire had likely succumbed to age and now came about the headache of trying to find a replacement.
"True."
Still convinced he could jimmy rig the contraption, Lamb continued to hack at the machine, using his pocket knife as a makeshift screwdriver, carefully loosening the next panel.
"Or it could mean Karkarov is wrapped up in wool." There was no good way to translate a wolf in sheep's clothing but he knew Natalia would understand his meaning; it was getting easier, now nearly three months since last he'd spoken English, not even allowed the luxury of breaking character in what was to be his home for the foreseeable future.
"I don't like him."
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FINALLY drew Quill from In Sheep's Clothing. It only took, like... three years.
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Aw man I NEED to make a frog coat for my cat!13 plushie
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I came across this in a book I'm currently reading and it's really stuck in my mind and I wanted to share
'Sheep in Wolf's clothing' by Judith Duffey 1986
I don't know if anyone on here is going to be interested I'm this piece or anything but I wanted to share as it struck me an an amazing piece of textile art
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sometimes different hyperfixations roil around in your head and you go “hmmm how can i combine these”. also sometimes ur like “damn this visual is cool” and have to exorcise it like a demon
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Lange, being tormented with psychic visions 24/7
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wolf in sheep's fluffy clothing (they're chenille patches!)
shop update on saturday, may 27 ✨
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