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FLORENCE PUGH

photographed by Juliette Cassidy for The Sunday Times Style (July 4, 2021)

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tolerate it // champagne problems // this is me trying // Labyrinth (all lyric connections)

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FLORENCE PUGH as YELENA BELOVA Hawkeye (2021) 1.05: Ronin dir. Bert & Berti

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" don't play coy with me, " nadya's hands motion down at her own body. " we. myself and....whoever the fuck i am when you put me to sleep because that much i've been able to piece together. " not the smartest move, showing that particular hand. but, frankly, she was feeling extremely annoyed she was made to go away. why couldn't she stay to play all the time? was she too efficient at what they asked her to do so they tucked her back in a box like a fucking barbie doll?

if there wasn't for the thumb on her chin, nadya would be tempted to lean in close so that she could whisper violent nothings into william's ear. she liked him well enough. whenever she needed toys or extra firepower for whatever task they put her on, no one ever told her no. well, there was the time she asked for a tank for the sake of seeing what they'd say. too flashy, apparently.

" is that how you'd like to go? you naughty old man. " at the last syllable, her mouth doesn't close all the way. instead, the tip of her tongue flicks out to journey over william's digit. the first knuckle passes between her lips and she lets her eyes flutter closed for those few seconds she's happily sucking on the taste of his skin. " i wish to be rid of whatever prison i find myself in. it's disorienting to have massive holes in my memory. like a miracle i jump from one place to another, get told to do something, and repeat the process. " the intel she'd been able to piece together seemed to indicate he held the key to that in some shape or form.

@wolfisheart / @tornmemory / nadya sent a meme.

“Don’t think we won’t kill you.“

"Mmmmmm." He allowed her words to linger, and the silence after them, for a long moment. "And is this the use of the royal we," he questioned, his dark eyes sparkling with a glint of mischief, amusement, though beneath the lightness of his tone there rested something colder, harsher. "Or have there been alliances formed?" He closes the gap between them with a languid step, long legs and frame offering him the opportunity to do so with seeming casualness. Fingers drift upwards, catching a single strand of long blonde hair, wrapping it idly between second and middle finger, curling it around his touch. "And what would that look like, I wonder." Thoughtful, pondering, little more than idle curiosity. "Would you fuck me to exhaustion, wait until I had drifted off to a peaceful slumber, and slide the blade between my ribs?" Fingers shifted, index finger tucked beneath her chin, thumb pressed lightly against it. A feather's touch. Barely present. "Or perhaps you would slip cyanide into my whiskey. Watch, while I choked to death on my own vomit?" His hand shifted again, knuckles dancing, teasing against the line of her jaw. "Do you so very much wish to be rid of me, Nadezdha, that you would take my life?" A tilt of his own head, then. "That you would kill the one and only person in all the wide world that knows you, knows all that you are, and accepts you for it?" The one and only person in all the wide world that knows the answers to all those questions that she had never dared ask?

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usually, after a day surrounded by flowers and making arrangements rosalie was ready to tackle the canvas tucked away in the corner of the living room. all that time around colors, beauty, and inspiration only served to make her creative. almost like she wanted to bottle it up and send it out to the world. painting, unfortunately, was nothing more than a hobby. to compensate for slow days at the flower shop she was also a freelance graphic designer. although not her true passion, it actually paid pretty well.

on this particular evening, though, rosalie was quiet as soon as she'd gotten home. for one, an elderly woman came in to pick up an arrangement to take to her son's grave ( he was lost in an accident ). she did her best to mentally prepare for that interaction, though. no, what really got her was the woman who ended up sobbing over a cheating partner. the dozen red roses she bought herself were meant as a pick-me up and a reinforcement that she was worthy of such a gesture.

needless to say, dinner was a simple pesto dish with chicken because rosalie could barely concentrate on anything that wasn't out of a jar.

" i just... " her fork spins a continuous circle on her plate. " someone i talked to at work got me thinking about it. " rosalie tries to offer a smile. " it's silly. really, i know that. i trust you completely so that's not even where my mind is. i'm just...sad's the only word that keeps coming to mind. because it shouldn't be that way. if it's not working then it's not working. why go behind someone's back? shouldn't you also love them enough to be honest? "

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do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? ( from rosalie)

William allowed himself a moment to consider the question, dragging his cigarette to his lips and taking a slow draw from it, his expression thoughtful as he weighed her words. A thumb flicked against the butt of the cigarette, tipping the ash into the squirrel statue holding an acorn kitsch ash tray that was set by his chair on the back porch looking out over the garden. "Well.... I think that's a complicated question with a complicated answer," he admitted. "I think, if you truly love someone, even the worst kind of betrayal isn't enough to make that go away. Not entirely." Middle finger and thumb rolled the lit cigarette back and forth, idly. "But I also think that love is something that ought to be built on a certain degree of trust, and ... every kind of betrayal is like to erode that away, bit by bit. Enough lies, enough deceit, enough betrayal - I think that's the kind of thing that make love turn sour. Rancid. Something that should be sweet turning into something bitter." The irony of these thoughts coming from him might've been enough to choke an elephant. "Just out've good old fashioned curiosity -- why do you ask?" A curious glance up to watch her.

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Florence Pugh as YELENA BELOVA HAWKEYE | Season 1 Episode 6 (2021)

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FLORENCE PUGH via instagram

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