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꒰  🌼  ꒱    —    𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏   ．

they were rearranging a shelf of new items for the eight time, not satisfied with the display and also trying to keep busy while the shop was empty. they tended to get most of their business done after dark even though the shop was open during the day. jasmine was missing out on the sunshine of the day, which felt rare for both them and the day. but duty called, kseniya would be going back to school in a few weeks and cain, well cain was considering travelling again, and her other siblings simply weren’t around. but amaline was, sauntering down from her new office in her high heels. far be it from jasmine to suggest more practical shoes for this job, they felt their opinion would be unwelcome. harsh eyes scanned the book placed in front of them and a soft snort escaped them a moment later. “you really think owling one of our fathers is the best course of action?” they asked before answering. “we barter here, and that’s where your discrepancy lies. these transactions were an item to item exchange.” which amaline would know if she had more than a seemingly passing interest in how the shop was run. but sure, run to daddy, they thought for every little thing. maybe amaline thought if she annoyed their fathers enough she wouldn’t have to work here anymore and honestly jasmine was all for that particular idea. 

"  i  really  think  the  best  course  of  action  is  keeping  everyone  informed  of  whatever  transactions  happen  here  ,  especially  the  person  who  has  to  keep  the  books  and  pretend  this  place  is  run  properly  .  "  amaline  allaire  burke  was  many  things  ,  but  patience  was  not  amongst  her  most  valued  traits  —  especially  when  people  like  jasmine  found  some  sort  of  odd  pleasure  in  being  absolutely  unbearable  :  there  was  no  real  reason  for  the  tone  of  their  voice  except  being  patronizing  .  amaline  wasn't  fond  of  being  patronized  ,  nor  was  she  a  fan  of  those  who  saw  themselves  as  above  other  simply  for  not  being  them  .  still  ,  it  didn't  make  her  mad  :  just  mildly  annoyed  that  this  was  what  she  had  to  deal  with  .  she  picked  up  the  book  again  ,  chin  high  and  eyes  cold  as  she  closed  it  ,  gave  them  a  look  up  and  down  for  a  moment  .  "  perhaps  if  you  made  an  attempt  at  being  a  reasonable  ,  moderately  polite  person  ,  we  could  get  by  easily  enough  .  what  i  don't  know  i  can  learn  ,  but  your  behaviour  is  uncalled  for  and  frankly  discourteous  for  no  good  reason  .  now  ,  i  won't  be  going  anywhere  and  neither  are  you  ,  so  it  would  be  wise  for  whatever  pet  hatred  you  have  for  me  to  stop  .  "

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꒰  🌼  ꒱    —    𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍   ．

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞-𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐞.

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                    ❝      so   ,      isn���t   it   better   if   you   tell   me   what   the   problem   is   ?      ❞

"  hardly  ,  it's  simply  your  every  day  burn  .  nothing  that  needs  looked  at  ,  if  you  could  just  give  me  an  ointment  and  send  me  on  my  way  —  i  wouldn't  want  to  be  late  to  work  .  "  it  was  what  she  got  for  popping  into  hogsmeade  ,  truly  ,  and  if  it  took  any  longer  amaline  was  sure  she'd  simply  end  up  going  back  to  borgin  and  burkes  with  her  hand  the  way  it  was  .  her  own  fault  ,  she  admitted  ,  for  making  tea  in  the  middle  of  the  night  .

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꒰  🌼  ꒱    —    𝒌𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏   ．

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐞.

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                  ❝      is   that   how   you   see   me   ?      ❞

"  is  it  that  hard  to  believe  ?  i  simply  find  your  work  ingenious  —  i  couldn't  begin  to  understand  it  ,  but  it's  rather  interesting  .  "  while  she  wasn't  particularly  enthused  by  the  conversation  :  truth  be  told  ,  it  was  very  odd  that  amaline  found  herself  enthused  by  anything  at  all  ,  her  tone  was  genuine  ,  as  was  the  look  in  her  eyes  as  she  looked  down  to  .  .  .  whatever  it  was  kseniya  had  been  working  on  .  "  and  far  more  interesting  than  book  keeping  .  "

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꒰  🌼  ꒱    —    𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒆   ．

he hadn’t expected to see his wife-to-be so soon after the dinner from hell, but there she was, sitting at the bar, getting chatted up by some lad. there was no point in avoiding the conversation that needed to be had, so vincent approached them. “i like this seat. move.” he ordered with nonchalance. “you’re a terrible flirt, by the way. it’s quite embarrassing.” the crabbe couldn’t help but add as the stranger was freeing the seat next to amaline’s, which he now made himself comfortable at. “so - i suppose you’ve heard the news.” he at least hoped the burkes were better at delivering announcements than his family. “we should be celebrating, no?” vincent raised his hand to get the barmaid’s attention. “a scotch for me, no ice. and what are you having, amaline?” 

the  woman's  presence  at  a  bar  wasn't  by  any  means  a  usual  occurrence  ,  she  tended  to  prefer  to  have  a  drink  in  peace  in  the  comfort  of  her  home  ,  but  the  need  to  people  watch  had  struck  her  —  it  always  did  when  she  found  herself  under  stress  —  and  so  she'd  made  her  way  here  with  no  intentions  of  speaking  to  any  living  being  in  her  presence  .  alas  ,  it  truly  wasn't  her  week  :  she  should've  expected  it  when  she  walked  in  ,  all  high  heels  and  a  dress  worth  what  she  knew  was  for  most  a  small  fortune  ,  but  it  was  mildly  amusing  that  it  had  taken  less  than  five  minutes  of  sitting  there  before  she'd  been  appointed  .  frankly  ,  she'd  paid  very  little  attention  to  the  man  —  sparing  a  polite  smile  and  turning  her  gaze  to  the  labels  on  bottles  ,  but  the  incoming  voice  had  brought  her  out  of  her  mind  ,  the  urge  to  raise  a  brow  restrained  by  years  of  methodically  constraining  herself  .  these  days  ,  you  most  definitely  couldn't  tell  .  "  my  father  gathered  us  for  an  announcement  ,  yes  .  everyone  is  overjoyed  .  "  not  her  ,  but  that  was  her  own  business  .  she  knew  vincent  ,  barely  ,  through  years  of  parties  and  balls  and  pureblood  events  that  she'd  always  been  expected  to  attend  —  she  had  also  heard  of  him  ,  as  she  usually  did  when  most  thought  no  one  was  paying  attention  .  and  yet  the  woman  smiled  —  a  soft  ,  gentle  smile  than  she  knew  conveyed  innocence  —  and  turned  ever  so  slightly  in  her  seat  towards  him  ,  a  hint  of  feign  playfulness  in  her  tone  .  "  you  mustn't  let  my  maman  hear  you  speaking  of  celebrations  or  i'm  sure  she'll  expedite  the  party  she's  planning  .  i'll  have  a  glass  of  wine  —  red  .  preferably  from  '28  or  '29  if  you  have  any  ,  thank  you  .  "

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꒰  🌼  ꒱    —     𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ﹕ @alliecarrow​  ．

in  all  fairness  ,  any  moment  that  amaline  spent  in  borgin  and  burkes  was  time  she  didn't  necessarily  consider  wasted  ,  but  certainly  not  time  she  found  herself  useful  .  the  small  office  her  father  had  given  her  was  more  then  adequate  —  quincy  burke  was  a  difficult  man  at  times  ,  but  he  certainly  only  allowed  the  best  for  his  only  daughter  —  and  she  knew  the  work  was  important  even  if  it  was  more  a  way  of  keeping  an  eye  on  the  establishment  than  anything  else  .  but  when  it  came  to  anything  other  than  numbers  ?  that  wasn't  amaline's  strong  suit  ,  by  any  stretch  of  the  imagination  .  she'd  only  come  downstairs  to  stretch  her  legs  ,  peruse  the  shelves  out  of  curiosity  more  than  anything  else  —  and  it  had  been  a  terrible  idea  to  find  herself  alone  .  from  her  hiding  spot  behind  the  shelf  ,  the  woman  allowed  herself  to  cringe  for  a  second  before  heels  clicked  on  the  old  floor  ,  gaze  darting  to  the  back  door  to  see  if  someone  —  anyone  —  was  on  their  way  .  "  hello  .  "  amaline  thérèse  most  definitely  hadn't  been  made  for  customer  service  .

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꒰  🌼  ꒱    —     𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ﹕ @allaircss​  ．

at  times  ,  amaline  wondered  what  she  had  ever  done  the  universe  to  deserve  the  constant  annoyances  it  seemed  set  on  providing  her  with  .  it  appeared  that  benoît  escaping  his  legacy  had  simply  been  the  first  hit  ,  as  had  his  slippery  dodging  of  a  betrothal  —  he  was  supposed  to  be  first  ,  of  course  he  was  ,  but  after  her  father's  joyous  announcement  of  amaline's  upcoming  nuptials   (   '  as  soon  as  we  can  ,  my  dear  ,  it  will  be  the  wedding  of  the  decade  '   )   and  her  maman's  careful  look  across  the  dinner  table  ,  the  former  slytherin  decided  there  was  no  point  in  raising  questions  .  no  ,  she  was  polite  and  agreeable  ,  showed  feign  appreciation  for  the  situation  and  did  her  best  to  appear  perfectly  demure  under  her  brother's  gaze  —  a  game  ,  as  always  ,  where  he  knew  her  mind  was  racing  but  couldn't  decipher  what  hid  behind  cold  eyes  .  that  in  itself  would've  been  enough  ,  but  one  catastrophe  never  came  alone  and  so  daphné  had  asked  for  her  daughter's  company  on  the  impromptu  afternoon  trip  to  vannes  .  it  was  a  beautiful  place  ,  one  amaline  tended  to  cherish  and  enjoy  on  her  good  days  ,  but  the  inkling  that  maman  had  very  much  intended  to  show  her  off  now  that  she  was  attached  to  a  man  wasn't  one  she  could  shake  off  —  and  one  that  did  no  wonders  for  her  mood  .  so  ,  she  did  what  she  did  best  ,  and  she  slipped  past  unnoticed  under  the  guise  of  taking  in  the  view  of  the  garden  ,  instead  letting  her  hands  fall  on  the  cold  stone  of  the  banister  and  closing  her  eyes  for  just  one  moment  .  the  plans  were  in  motion  —  she'd  planned  for  this  years  ago   —  but  right  now  ?  she  needed  to  silently  remind  herself  she  was  in  control  .  even  if  it  didn't  appear  so  .

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꒰  🌼  ꒱    —     𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ﹕ @mileneallaire​  ．

amaline  thérèse  had  never  been  one  for  dramatics  —  no  ,  she  was  the  sort  of  woman  who  kept  the  occasional  flares  of  emotion  to  herself  ,  mulled  and  mused  over  them  quietly  in  the  privacy  of  her  bedroom  ,  and  kept  her  issues  locked  safely  in  the  box  in  the  back  of  her  mind  .  it  was  terribly  out  of  character  for  the  woman  whose  eyes  were  steel  to  step  out  of  the  floo  directly  towards  the  hardest  licor  with  the  gravity  and  determination  of  a  person  making  a  prison  escape  ,  shoulders  tight  and  lips  pursed  as  she  poured  herself  a  drink  ,  completely  unannounced  .  it  was  too  late  for  the  children  to  be  awake  and  that  soothed  her  some  ,  she  wouldn't  want  them  privy  to  her  mood  at  the  time  —  and  frankly  ,  she  wasn't  even  sure  that  miléne  was  awake  ,  but  in  this  split  second  decision  that  hadn't  mattered  much  .  for  once  ,  against  the  screaming  of  the  very  fabric  of  her  being  ,  amy  plopped  herself  down  on  the  couch  ,  high  heels  planted  firmly  on  the  hardwood  floor  and  elbows  resting  on  her  knees  ,  eyes  shooting  daggers  at  the  glass  of  firewhiskey  she  held  .  at  least  here  ,  even  in  the  darkness  of  her  cousin's  empty  living  room  ,  she  knew  there  was  no  reason  to  pretend  .  .  .  merlin  knew  she'd  done  enough  of  that  during  dinner  .

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꒰  🌼  ꒱    —     𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ﹕ @jvsmiinc​  ．

amaline  had  never  been  afraid  to  work  ,  or  work  hard  for  that  matter  ,  and  she'd  always  known  that  her  careful  eye  for  detail  and  her  methodical  nature  were  assets  —  she  had  never  ,  however  ,  expected  to  put  them  to  use  .  it  had  always  been  an  unspoken  fact  that  benoît  would  one  day  step  into  his  role  in  borgin  and  burkes  as  their  father  had  ,  and  his  father  before  him  :  amaline  was  to  marry  someone  respectable  and  in  doing  so  cement  both  political  and  familiar  relations  .  how  was  it  that  her  brother  ,  in  all  his  schemes  ,  had  managed  to  drop  both  of  the  family  mantles  on  her  ?  the  gentle  sigh  barely  gave  away  the  moodiness  she  felt  rising  inside  her  as  quill  tapped  carefully  on  parchment  ,  eyes  scanning  what  she'd  written  and  brow  raising  ever  so  slightly  at  the  conclusion  .  well  ,  wasn't  that  a  surprise  ?  the  numbers  didn't  quite  add  up  .  .  .  again  .  the  book  was  brought  with  her  as  she  got  up  ,  left  the  brand  new  office  quincy  had  provided  her  with  and  carefully  made  her  way  down  steps  that  she  was  sure  would  someday  break  the  heels  of  her  impractical  shoes  .  "  i  need  you  to  look  at  this  .  "  the  expression  on  the  woman's  face  was  akin  to  apathy  as  she  set  the  bulky  tome  down  ,  flipped  to  the  page  in  question  and  shifted  it  towards  the  brunette  —  only  the  smallest  hint  of  annoyance  shinning  in  hazel  eyes  as  she  shifted  her  weight  from  one  foot  to  another  .  "  should  i  owl  my  father  ,  or  yours  ,  do  you  think  ?  "  also  known  as  :  who’s  to  blame  today  ? 

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EUPHORIA Fuck Anyone Who’s Not a Sea Blob

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you're  the  thorn  on  a  rose  ,  the  prick  of  a  needle  you  thought  you'd  secured  ,  the  storm  they  thought  was  just  a  drizzle  ;  you're  unaccounted  for  ,  overlooked  ,  they  forget  so  foolishly  that  you  have  magic  in  your  veins  and  that  counts  for  something  .  you're  grace  ,  you're  whispers  ,  you're  seeing  the  life  you  longed  for  slip  through  your  fingers  but  moving  forward  .  toughness  is  subtle  but  it's  your  gospel  ,  shadows  are  your  friends  because  it's  easier  to  win  when  they  don't  see  you  :  you're  the  girl  who  wanted  everything  but  drew  the  short  straw  of  life  and  ended  up  with  nothing  but  what  they  made  of  you  .  you  stand  by  the  doorstep  and  listen  .  they  keep  talking  .  they  wish  they  hadn’t  .  .  .

allaire burke  ,  a  .

(  slytherin  ,  bookkeeper  ,  pureblood   )

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘    /    𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

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Florence Pugh in The Little Drummer Girl - Episode 2

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Maine (2018) Directed by Matthew Brown

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something deeply intimate about being outside early in the morning all alone and seeing the world as she is

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We know your father never went to prison, Charlie. You never had the bailiffs in. There was no rain on the 15th of July. Then one day your father died of a stroke in his home. And you were heart-broken because, in fact you adored your bourgeois father. We understand how you’ve spun a more dramatic fiction for your life. One that plays in interviews and auditions, at political forums with your so-called friends. One that feels more like you, than the ordinary, suburban reality.

The Little Drummer Girl | Episode 2

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You (2018—) Created by Greg Berlanti and Sera Gamble