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omgthatdress:

Dress

1950s

Mill Street Vintage

thebiancasolderini:

                                                        don’t be f o o l e d,

                                                                 my dear,

                                                            lovely smiles

                                                            are the worst

                                                  when { i’m } the one to give

                                                                  it to you.

An independent rp blog for Bianca Solderini from the Vampire Chronicles

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centerfudge:

Who is louder? 

Who is more experimental? 

Who takes more risks? 

Do they fuck or make love?

Lights on or off? 

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?  

Who comes first? 

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? 

Who is more submissive? 

Who usually initiates things? 

Who is more sensitive?

sheridangrant: "Just being next to you is electrifying." (yOLO)

sheridangrant:

francisalberts:

"As in y’think you’re goin’ to burn like a crisp by bein’ so close to me or?" As quick as a gun, he found himself grinning, laughing to himself for a brief amount of time before it faded away with the more sincere nature of the conversation  - well, as sincere as it could get. "What’s with the words, pal? The season gettin’ to you? Although…it ain’t Spring." Spring. Lovers season.

francisalberts:

"Why don’t we split the bill?" she suggested. It was fair that way and at least both of them wouldn’t leave with a big hole in their pockets.

Sherry took a sip from her Guinness, enjoying the taste of it. It wasn’t often she got to drink it but when she did, she made sure to savour the taste.

They were getting along and she was relieved that they weren’t trying to strangle each other or grabbing the steak knives on the table and stabbing each other.

Was this still a date or was it not considered because it was just the both of them? Sherry ordered the lobster like he told her to, and she told herself she’d give him some later. Even if she could finish a lot of them, Sherry wasn’t selfish, she was generous and selfless, but of course he hadn’t seen it yet, they always brought out the worst in each other.

When he winked at her she couldn’t stop the blush that reddened her cheeks, and she looked down at the menu quickly, hoping he didn’t see it because he was the last person she wanted to show her feelings to, especially her feelings concerning him.

A few months ago she told herself that he was the most detestable man alive, and now here she was, hiding the fact that she liked him more than she should. Maybe she loved him, she wasn’t certain about that yet.

"Same goes for the powder room. When I say I’m going to the powder room, I’m actually escaping through the window and ditchin’ ya." she remarked, laughing afterwards, warm and soft.

Of course she didn’t mean it. She couldn’t tear herself away from him even if she had the choice, and it confused her so much!

Frank acknowledged her blush, her reddened cheeks that made his heart leap in joy at the sight of her reacting to him winking at her. How peculiar it was to have been with her in such a way in comparison to previously when they were trying to get out of each other’s presence for so long: he was glad to be in this situation with her now. He liked it. Sitting in a fancy restaurant with her and talking, laughing, smiling at each other. From anyone else’s perspective the two would look like two newly weds with how they gazed at each other, spoke to one another so fondly, almost excited and childishly. Little was this far from the truth.

You can’t ditch me! I’ll be chewin’ at your neck when we get home otherwise!” Those words would inform her that indeed it was particularly likely he would start barking at her, arguing once again, although they could be interpreted another way - a more intimate way although this was not his first intention considering the circumstances.

Frank offered a grin: "Now that you’re here instead’a off with some other fella, at least I know that you’re goin’ get home okay." A voice of his slight anxiety, protective nature over her whenever she was too long - and whenever she was off with strangers…especially dates…usually rowdy and too boisterous for Frank’s liking. Except now it seemed he would have to purchase a hooker if he wanted any affection considering all his dates were sabotaged in some kind of way.

She was surprised that he was even concerned when she went on dates because she was the same too—more jealous than anxious but she couldn’t sleep until he came home and she knew he was safe. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself but she worried about him when he was out, often looking out the window and waiting for Frank to come home. She felt horrible every time she did it but then he wouldn’t know how she waited for him like a dog waiting for its master.

"Would you, really?" she asked, her question as vague as his statement.

Sherry realised then that they were flirting with each other. It wasn’t like the ones normal people did but they were doing it nonetheless with their teasing and their ambiguous statements about wanting to chew each other or strangling their necks. She’d never been like this to anyone. Usually she was shy and blushed a lot and men would call her cute and maybe she could get a kiss goodnight.

"Gee, never thought you’d be concerned, Frank." she stated as they waited for their meal. "Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ jealous over the men that come to our door askin’ for a date with me." Sheridan smirked, leaning on her seat as she took the napkin and placed it on her lap.

feuille-d-automne:

Guerre 1914-1918

Après avoir fui la zone des combats, une vieille dame se réfugie à Amiens avec la seule chose qui lui reste : une vache. Photo prise le 28 mars 1918. « The Great War: A Photographic Narrative »

(édité par Mark Holborn, publié par Jonathan Cape et l’Imperial War Museum).

Via

sheridangrant: "Just being next to you is electrifying." (yOLO)

francisalberts:

sheridangrant:

francisalberts:

"As in y’think you’re goin’ to burn like a crisp by bein’ so close to me or?" As quick as a gun, he found himself grinning, laughing to himself for a brief amount of time before it faded away with the more sincere nature of the conversation  - well, as sincere as it could get. "What’s with the words, pal? The season gettin’ to you? Although…it ain’t Spring." Spring. Lovers season.

francisalberts:

Well, it didn’t seem like tonight was going to be a bad night after all. Sherry eplied that she wanted Guinness if they had it. She was just like her father, who enjoyed the beer as much as she did. They got along so well and she missed him. She was there in her funeral, when they buried her empty coffin. He looked so heartbroken and she longed to wrap her arms around him, yell that she was alive, but she couldn’t, not now.

If there was something she found out while staying in the Mafia is that they were people too—they laughed, cried, got angry, it’s just that they did things more differently than others. They were willing to bend and break the law to gain order. She knew it was wrong of her to think that but she noticed it. It was the same with Frank a few months along her living with him. She realised that he was not a monster, but a man who felt and had a heart and when he smiled it tugged at her heartstrings, even though she would never admit that to him ever.

Sure, he was peculiar, and when some people would say he had a funny face she would tell them off because she didn’t want people saying that about him. In some way, they both looked out for each other even if they did argue like cats and dogs.

"These sound so yummy I don’t know what to pick," she whispered to him with a smile, chuckling as she held her menu. "Order as much as you want though, don’t wanna waste any minute of staying here."

"I’ll pay for the food, you can pay for the cab ride home." Frank declared as he smiled at her with a warm smile on his lips, happily, content. He adored her. Loved her. Wait - what?! Nono, no, no, no! Don’t say or think that word Francis. Ignore it! Yep, he didn’t love her! He despised her! But she was wonderful either way and he knew all he wanted to do was to embrace her in his arms later, in the cab, or maybe they could take a horse and carriage ride around. Who knew? He would have done that if she was his real date, another woman, but it seemed this date was between two roommates  - a woman from the FBI he had saved from a car wreckage he had caused, and now was living with him after months of trying to kill and argue with one another. "I fancy a steak…medium rare…gee, I could eat that right now. Maybe you oughta order the lobster since I’m payin’," He grinned playfully, teasing. "Although I have t’say if I suddenly excuse myself ‘n have to get some…air…outside, it doesn’t mean I’m not comin’ back." It did mean he was not going to come back. He’d leave her with the cheque, but nonetheless, he winked at her, teasing her - he would be forced to stay. She was his date after all and he was a gentleman to all his dates.

When the drinks returned, Frank took a sip of his whisky - it was his favourite beverage undoubtedly and refreshed him for the night ahead.

"Why don’t we split the bill?" she suggested. It was fair that way and at least both of them wouldn’t leave with a big hole in their pockets.

Sherry took a sip from her Guinness, enjoying the taste of it. It wasn’t often she got to drink it but when she did, she made sure to savour the taste.

They were getting along and she was relieved that they weren’t trying to strangle each other or grabbing the steak knives on the table and stabbing each other.

Was this still a date or was it not considered because it was just the both of them? Sherry ordered the lobster like he told her to, and she told herself she’d give him some later. Even if she could finish a lot of them, Sherry wasn’t selfish, she was generous and selfless, but of course he hadn’t seen it yet, they always brought out the worst in each other.

When he winked at her she couldn’t stop the blush that reddened her cheeks, and she looked down at the menu quickly, hoping he didn’t see it because he was the last person she wanted to show her feelings to, especially her feelings concerning him.

A few months ago she told herself that he was the most detestable man alive, and now here she was, hiding the fact that she liked him more than she should. Maybe she loved him, she wasn’t certain about that yet.

"Same goes for the powder room. When I say I’m going to the powder room, I’m actually escaping through the window and ditchin’ ya." she remarked, laughing afterwards, warm and soft.

Of course she didn’t mean it. She couldn’t tear herself away from him even if she had the choice, and it confused her so much!

omgthatdress:

Dress

1950s

Mill Street Vintage

vixyish:

bunysliper:

This is why girls carry such large bags. So we can put puppies in them and have joy everywhere we go.

SHHHH DON’T GIVE AWAY OUR SECRETS

francisalberts:

sheridangrant:

francisalberts:

 

SHERRY’S GONNA BE SO SO UNDERSTANDING ANF AFFECTIONATE NGL BOUT THAT

and she’d be like *sighs* I love it when you talk jargon~

and there’ll come a point where she’ll just interrupt him with a kiss and she’ll be like

sORRY NOT SORRY

AWWW HE WOULD LOVE IT AND BE LIKE A LITTLE PURRING KITTEN

omg he would be kissing her so much like SHHH DONT LET ME TALK NO MORE

and when it starts getting serious he’ll steal her apartment key and be like “I WANT YOU TO MOVE IN WITH ME AND I ACCEPT BECAUSE I LIKE YOU NOW AND DON’T WANT TO TIE YOU TO NO GUTTER PIPE NO MORE”

AWWWW AND SHE’D BE LIKE

OKAY

AND I LIKE YOU TOO NOW SO MUCH THAT I DON’T WANT TO BASH YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE WALL ANYMORE

NOW PUNCH YOUR MOUTH WITH MY MOUTH YOU HIGHFALUTIN BRUTE *swoons*

YOU DON’T HAVE TO TIE ME TO A GUTTER PIPE BUT YOU CAN TIE ME TO YOUR BED

HW