Born and raised in the cold mines of Youswell, a young woman with an optimistic view, a fondness of books and children, and the love of a good man carries the weight of her own happiness on her shoulders. I can't entertain with alchemy, nor can I charm you like a fair prince from a foreign land, I'm merely a simple girl. Please, Care to give me a chance?
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Beneath the summer full-orbed moon…
From Queen Summer, by Walter Crane, London, 1891.
(Source archive.org.)
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The boy had striking blue eyes and the most interesting looking costume. He truly must have been a performer. Who knew what exactly brought her to the back of this tent... Maybe it was just the little girl inside of her trying to escape amongst the brightly colored people and exotic animals and music.
Trying to come out as soon as possible.
But while tapping the boys shoulder was a good idea to find out any kind of information, it was also an invasion of privacy, yes? The boy said that he was getting ready for practice... He probably thought he was alone back here.
"Oh my... I'm terribly sorry for the intrusion."
"I'm not sure exactly what I'm doing..."
Central City- one of Dick’s favorite places to visit. In his mind, it was just about perfect. The streets weren’t filled with crime, like Gotham, but the city lights shown just as brightly and the people were just as interesting. But no matter how much he loved it, Gotham was the most special to him- it was where he’d first performed.
The afternoon was passing quickly, and Dick was getting ready for the night’s performance with a bit of practice. He was alone in one of the larger tents; open to the public, but somewhat placed off to the side where most didn’t go. Walking over to where he’d set his stuff, he slipped on his blue-and-white wristbands, putting some chalk on his hands.
Then he heard a voice, feeling a tap to his shoulder. Looking up, he straightened himself and blinked a few times at the other before giving her a smile. “Oh, uh, hey. Just chalking up my hands for a practice. What’re you doing back here, huh?”
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Nikolai Yaroshenko - The Prisioner
(I get socialist realism feels after finishing a russian novel)
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franticpansy replied to your post: wallsass started following you The maids at home...
YOURE BACK 8’D
im trying so hard to be active on all my accounts again sdfjeaslf Hiii
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wallsass started following you
The maids at home would be livid if they knew she was out buying her own groceries for dinner that night. How could she be cooped up in that house for too long? Not with her eldest child prattling on about how she shouldn't be on her feet for too long-
As she picked up a fresh tomato, beautifully red, there was a noticeable bump against her shoulder. Her eyes glanced over quickly to a tall, red-headed boy with freckles.
"Goodness! I'm so sorry for bumping into you- Are you alright, young man?"
#wallsass#hiagainn#greetings#more bumpingintoyouoops because im lazy im so sorry#you're the second person outside her husbands family that has red hair wow#go amestris
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Robe a l’anglaise, 1785-95
From the Metropolitan Museum of Art
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