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A  SMALL  SMILE  FORMS  ACROSS  HIS  FEATURES   as  he  listens  to  the  queen  speak.   he  tries  to  imagine  the  realm  in  different  seasons,  but  he  seems  to  be  unable  to  do  so,  through  no  fault  of  its  own.   he  just  isn't  the  imaginative  type,  and  too  often,  his  travels  here  occur  in  the  winter.

he  nods.   “  you  must  let  me  know  when  spring's  about  to  start,  i'd  like  to  see  it  one  day.  ”   it  would  be  nice,  he  thinks,  to  be  able  to  spend  more  time  here,  to  see  its  beauty  throughout  the  different  seasons,  though  he  would  have  no  true  reason  to  stay  through  them.      “  what  about  summer?   i  believe  i  saw  a  lake  as  i  was  traveling  here.   it'd  be  a  shame  if  it  doesn't  see  any  use  due  to  the  weather.   do  you  like  to  swim,  your  grace?  ”   

❛   it's like this until it isn't.   ❜       it's true that Vetrheim doesn't howl or rage like the rest of Niflheim. there's no violence in the wind here. Vetrheim listens and watches. her gaze drifts past him to the horizon, where the mists hang low and luminous around the spires.

❛ the weather moves with me or so the flamekeeper says. but she remembers a different time (...) when the land bent itself around the will of its queen. ❜ she's quiet for a moment, listening to the sounds around them. ❛  but contrary to popular belief, we do experience seasons. ❜ a faint smile touches her lips. ❛ just subtly.  and slowly. spring is short and sweet, almost bashful. as if its unsure it belongs somewhere like here. ❜

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what it dooo

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i just want you all to know that i Will be here. but i do owe so many things on olympia's blog so <3 brb

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ANTONIO  NODS  IN  UNDERSTANDING   AS  HE  SLIDES  THE  FILE  IN  FRONT  OF  JOSS.   “   it's  simple,  really,   ”   he  shrugs.   “   it's  a   fifteen  million  dollar   painting  going  into  a  gallery  in  spain.   we  have  to  retrieve  it  on  its  way  to  the  museum  via  train.   we  get  two  weeks  to  prepare  and  fly  into  the  country.   have  you  ever  done  anything  like  that?   ”

"Not caught long enough to count," Joss replies evenly. Hint of pride in her words. She matches his gaze evenly.

"As for successful jobs, what, you want an exact number? A lot, if you've heard of me. And that's not counting the things I've done that weren't for jobs."

She tilts her chin, challenging.

"Your turn. What's the job?"

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Their life in Carricklea, which they had imbued with such drama and significance, just ended like that with no conclusion, and it would never be picked back up again, never in the same way. NORMAL PEOPLE (2020) dir. Lenny Abrahamson, Hettie Macdonald

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「 ⌖ 」   unprompted  starter  for  @1stdaughter

THE  VEHICLE  IS  MOVING  AT  A  STEADY  PACE,   ANTONIO'S  GLANCE  SHIFTING  FROM  THE  ROAD  TO  THE  CENTER  CONSOLE  WHERE  THE  SCREEN  IS  SET  ON  THE  NAVIGATION.   they're  headed  to  a  party,  another  gathering  with  the  same  painted  faces,  where  he  can  have  the  same  conversations  and  give  everyone  an  update  on  business.   at  least  ashley's  with  him.   somehow,  she  makes  it  easier  to  pretend  that  he  wants  to  be  there,  attending  some  high  society  function  with  her,  looking  the  part  of  the  picture - perfect  couple.   it's  the  little  things,  really.     “   ezra  is  really  into  art,   ”     he  tells  her  of  tonight's  host.     “   do  you  have  a  favorite  artist?   they're  probably  gonna  ask  me  who  it  is.   ”     and  what  a  terrible  husband  he'd  be  if  he  doesn't  know.

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「 ⌖ 」   unprompted  starter  for  @w3atherwitch

“   HOW  MANY  SUCCESSFUL  JOBS  HAVE  YOU  DONE?   ”     antonio  asks.   he's  always  hated  the  recruiting  part  of  arranging  a  heist,  but  it  needs  to  be  done  and  they  could  use  the  extra  body.     “  have  you  ever  been  caught?    ”

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only wrote two things because i was focused on olympia's blog and slight revamp with the new url. goodnight!

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“Are you gonna do the [ABBA] Hologram tour? Maybe that’s a different group, I might be wrong about this...” (x)

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wait i wanna add to this. college friends! aka college acquaintances. guys who would go to the gym at the same time as him so they develop this kind of routine. sharing protein powder and shit or whatever the fuck gym bros do. spotting each other etc etc. college acquaintances that turn into business partnerships or acquaintanceships. saying hi at networking events and catching up over a drink/dinner politely.

call me crazy but i think we should give antonio friends. not good friends bc i do not think he would foster genuine friendships well. but like acquaintances. business partners. people he gravitates toward at their Rich People Events

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it's antonio's day which means i get to be here to torture you all with random starters for new followers and like .... whoever the RNG tells me to later ... hehehe <3

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— Tathève Simonyan, Colourless Musings

[text ID: In my corner of the world, killing is a love language.]

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oh fuck i forgot ... lore carrd is here i guess. most of u are olympia truthers first and antonio mutuals second anyway but in case you didn't know.

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“you’ll find someone else” no thank you very much, i’d rather die yearning about her

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MISSION :   GENERAL SENTENCES, VOL. 23 TARGET :   @seamotifs,  aimed at  alice harmon

HE  DOESN'T  KNOW  WHY  HE  BOTHERED  TO  SPEAK  TO  HER.   BUT  IN  THE  MOMENT  IT  SEEMED  WRONG  NOT  TO.   in  the  world  he  lives  in,  he  was  taught  that   quietness   was  a  bad  thing,  that  one  should  always  attempt  to  have  a  polite  conversation  with  their  company,  and  perhaps  even  talk  about  business.   conversations  are  struck  as  more  of  an  obligation  than  any  desire,  but  he  still  tries  a  friendly  approach,  with  a  small  courteous  smile  across  his  features.

“   my  cousin  likes  your  music,   ”   he  says  to  her.   it's  not  a  lie,  but  it  also  doesn't  really  mean  anything.   gianna  likes  a  lot  of  different  artists,  she  used  to  tell  him  they  all  serve  a   specific  purpose.   he's  never  really  asked  what  liddell's  purpose  is,  and  even  if  she  were  to  explain  it,  he  doubts  he'd  understand.

"You just sit there and be quiet."

he  supposes  he  should've  expected  that.   there  are  rumours  about  how   difficult   she  could  be,  but  antonio  doesn't  tend  to  pay  attention  to  the  mindless  gossip  that  circulates  the  media,  because  he  knows  what  it's  like  to  have  people  talk  about  him  at  any  capacity,   albeit  at  a  smaller  scale.   he  presses  his  lips  together.     “   right.   well,  i'll  be  over  there  if  you  wanna  chat,   ”   he  says,  a  thumb  pointed  toward  a  general  vicinity,  far  away  from  her  before  walking  over  to  wherever  he  said  he'd  be.

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call me crazy but i think we should give antonio friends. not good friends bc i do not think he would foster genuine friendships well. but like acquaintances. business partners. people he gravitates toward at their Rich People Events

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「 ⌖ 」   @teethearted   /   SECRET  STARTER  CALL.

BEING  IN  VETRHEIM  IS  FAR  MORE  PEACEFUL   THAN  THE  REST  OF  NIFLHEIM.   it  doesn't  send  a  chill  down  his  spine,  the  feeling  of  being  watched  by  shadows  and  darkness  doesn't  exist,  at  least  not  as  heavily  as  it  does  outside  of  the  palace.   but  there  is  still  that  air  of  coldness,  of  mystery,  of  magic.   he  gets  the  same  impression  from  the  woman  before  him,  the  heiress  of  the  realm.     “   is  it  always  like  this  here?   ”     he  asks,  curious.     “   the  atmosphere,  the  weather.   does  it  ever  change?   ”