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MADAME???????? 😳 Duke, don't mind us. We're just standing here, enjoying the view and taking five before going out and chokeslaming everything we see.

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My cute lil crocheted Lady Dimitrescu.

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I fit Donna in here.🏳️‍🌈

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Lady Dimitrescu

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I AM PISSED OFF

on the right you will see my story that I've been writing (possible new chapter coming soon I have inspiration again). And left is the opening for an Alcina chatbot on c.ai.

They literally took my words, changed them a little bit, and used them. No credit to me, didn't ask, just took. I'm pissed off. I'm really beginning to hate this whole AI stuff.

If whoever did this is on here, shame on you for stealing my work. This is fucking ridiculous.

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Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3

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I'm just going to leave it here... cuz 🙃

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Rafal: Oh please, you wouldn’t hurt a fly. Dovey: You’re right. Dovey: Because a fly is an innocent creature that never knowingly did anything to anybody. Dovey: You, however, I would maim.

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it would explain so much about Gotham economics if it turned out the only employers who pay a livable minimum wage are 1) Wayne Enterprises duh, but mainly 2) all of Gotham's assorted villains.

sure henching comes with shitty working conditions, but the benefits package is crazy competitive. they have dental

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More Lady Dimitrescu voice lines.

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me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate

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So I'm a medical mystery currently. The ER thought it was a side effect of one of my medicines I take. My primary said that the dose was so low that it's like a 1 in 100 chance it would cause the swelling. Cue having lost of blood drawn (3 different times to run all the tests), a chest x-ray, EKG, and they're scheduling a doppler ultrasound for my legs. Currently on rest until at least Monday. Hope the swelling goes down soon.

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MY FRIENDS!

I am in the ER in the middle of a rural southern town. And my nurse is British! She called me love and that's it. She's a dream.

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Guilty as sin 1/2

FarahDowlingxFemReader

Warnings: (a little) smut, fluff, just talking now

Summary: You've worked in Alfea for some time now and you were a good friend with Farah, Saul and Ben. However your feelings towards weren't so platonic.

Word count: 1.6k

Gif is not mine

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Your hand went above you to grasp the pillow and the other slipped into her hair, roughly tugging on it. Your soft gasps and whimpers began to fall into loud, long moans. Fingers drew patterns on your hip bones, firmly holding your hips down on the mattress. You lifted your head a little bit only to see waves of golden strands buried between your thighs.

Your breatch hitched in your throat. It couldn't be... Your gaze drove to hands on your hips. You would recognise those hands anywhere, at any time. That little tattoo on one finger.

Farah...

You suddenly became aware of every sensation, every touch. The feeling of her strong and warm hands on your skin, the feeling of her soft, long hair against your thigh. You arched in your back, a shaky moan elicited from your lips as her tongue hit the right spot. It felt like she knew her lover's body like her own, if not better. Like she had done it many times before, but not with a random person but with you. She knew your weak spots, right moves to make you moan and squirm. She knew where to put her hands, where to grab, where to trace her fingers against your skin. Where she should be gentle and where she could be less gentle.

You stirred in your sleep, moaning out loud her name, and that's when your own voice broke you from your dreamland. Your eyes shot open and you swiftly sat up, panting. You ran a hand through your damp hair. Slightly surprised, your fingers moved across your forehead, also damp with sweat. You looked around the room and everything looked exactly the same. Same room. Same bed. But there was one difference. The most heartbreaking one.

You were completely alone.

You had no idea if you should feel guilty or ashamed. And you also had no absolute idea why you dreamed about her... dreamed about something like this. Yes, you liked her. Really liked her. You fantasised about Farah. Many times. And yes... yes, you had dreams like that, a lot of them. But none of them was so intense, so real... so nice.

You shook your head, tryingto comeback to consciousness. No, you could not think about her like that. She was your boss. She was your friend. A good one.

But maybe you shouldn'tfeel like that at all. It's not a crime to have dreams like that. Not with your boss and friend, though. Well, maybe it would have passed with a boss, a friend, however, was a completely different story. You valued your friendship too much to act on your feelings. She was always so caring, so nice, you didn't want to lose her just because of some stupid crush.

Well, at first, you thought it was a crush. But it must have developed through time.

Fukcing feeling. Always so complicated and always complicating something.

You picked your phone up from the nightstand and looked at the screen. 3 a.m. You let out a sigh of relief, you could go back to sleep. And your lack of sleep could be a good excuse to explain your enthusiasm for sleep. Or just your love for it. But not this time. You mind started wandering into future, the beginning of classes to be more specific. You always met Farah before the door to your class. At first it was a total accident, then it happened again and again, and it became some sort of ritual for you two. Farah always asked how you slept, what your plans are for the lunch break and about your dreams. You could lie, of course. And that's where the problem appears.

You could not lie to her.

Not because you didn't want to, you just couldn't. If you had committed a crime and she asked you if you did it, you would have told her the truth without hesitation. And with that thought you fell asleep.

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You walked through the halls of Alfea. You thought if you could even call it walking, more like running. You overslept and thank gods, no more dream came tonight. A dreamless sleep.

Did it help you? Of course, it didn't. You were nervous as fuck and also mad at yourself for being nervous. It was just a shameless dream, you couldn't really control it. Happened. Who knows, maybe Farah had a dream like this about you.

You stopped and raised your eyebrows at your own thoughts. Farah Dowling having dreams like this about you? How the fuck did you come up with this idea. Your head tilted to the right. It was possible. You needed to start doing something immediately or your mind will start coming up with other thoughts.

You started walking again, at normal pace now. Your routine was to come before students and there were times when you waited for half an hour for them. You pulled your papers out of your bag, looking through them and reading what you prepared for the lessons. You were almost at the door when a known voice welcomed your ears.

"Good morning."

You looked up from the papers and your eyes landed on Farah. She stood with crossed arms and a small smile on her face. A long black skirt covered up her long legs. She wore black heels that complimented her figure. The difference in your heights was visible even when she didn't wear heels.

"Hi" You answered with a smile of your own. The travels of your eyes did not go unnoticed by Farah. She arched a brow and uncrossed her arms, putting her hands on her hips. You blushed a little after you realized you didn't were as smug as you thought. "How are you?"

"Good, thank you." Farah nodded and her gaze moved to the papers in your hands. "Something interesting for our students today?"

"Same old crap about the same old topics that are taught for years." Farah looked at you in a surprise, but a smile never left her lips. You looked at her face and started laughing. "I'm sorry, I meant 'some really important and interesting topics that students are learning for years now.'"

"Better. However..." Farah's eyes drove back up to you. "I'm a little concern. You? Late? I don't mean late late, but much later than you always arrive. What happened? A squirrel crept into your room during night and messed around?"

You could see a smirk threatening to appear on her lips. You grinned back, acting completely nonchalant. "Not a squirrel, but a really good dre... dreamless sleep." You nodded your head, trying to convince yourself that it was the truth. You didn't lie. You just did not mention a little detail. Unimportant.

Farah moved to stand next to you and have a look on the words on the paper that you hold. A smell of her shampoo and perfumes was like a balsam for your nostrils. You could smell vanilla, a mix of flowers and honey. You were in love with this smell. You were in love with Farah.

"You looked like you could use some good sleep lately. I know that as your boss I should be glad that you're working like this, but as your friend, darling, you should relax." Her face was right next to you as she leaned closer, but her eyes weren't focused on the words anymore but on your face. You met her gaze and opened mouth to say something, but no words came out.

She was close. So close. You could just lean a little bit forward and your lips would meet-

Suddenly you became aware of the noise and movements around you. You weren't alone. You were at school with students and some teachers around you. A flick of realization coursed in her eyes. Farah took a step back, straightening her back. She looked around and then back at you. "Me, Saul and Ben are meeting after lessons in my office. Valentine's Day party, students begged for it. Do you want to join us?"

A proposition didn't really surprise you because you had good contact with the trio. Although you were younger than them, you loved spending time with them and it seemed like they liked your company too.

"Yes, I would love to. Right after the lessons?"

"No . I'll come for you." Farah smiled softly and her head turned around when a group of students passed by us, saying 'good morning'. "I won't keep you longer or students will get mad." Corner of her lips slightly moved up. "And paperwork won't do it itself."

"I think students wouldn't mind having more free time in the morning. Paperwork could be more uncooperative."

Farah chuckled at that. "See you later." Her hand, which was laying on your shoulder for some time now, brushed against your neck as Farah started walking away. You caught a glimpse of her hand. Her fingers. Her tattoo. The same hand that was holding you down in your dream.

You said yes to see them tonight. And you were sure there will be whiskey or something like this and it was Valentine's Day. Your thoughts drifted to Saul. He knew. He knew too much for his and your own good. And that was a secret you both kept from Farah for some time. Ben knew too, but he wouldn't say anything you didn't wish for Farah to know. Saul on the other hand was very keen on telling her from the beginning. Valentine's Day plus alcohol plus Saul and things he knew equal troubles.

For you at least.

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Happy Valentine's Day! Sorry for being so inactive but I had absolutely no ideas and no motivation. Sometimes I don't have time to think about it. But I'll try. ❤️

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but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 accounts and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???

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Happy Mother’s Day to this fine ass specimen🫦

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Cate Blanchett by Greg Williams