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Alicia Vikander for Julian Ungano for The Hollywood Reporter May 2023.

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 Open to — everyone. Arabella is a nurse that is routinely helping out your muse who is prone to ‘accidents’

 “You should quit being so clumsy. I can’t always drop everything every time yer feel like playing with knives and guns, or anything that isn’t sane or safe,” she huffed under her breath while inspecting the nasty gash on their leg. Arabella’s tone was disapproving. For someone who only agreed to assist with minor injuries has somehow found herself in bloody situations more than once. It was becoming habitual and she made sure they heard an earful first except it was proven futile when she’d see them again at her doorstep. “And if I’m being perfectly honest I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not really part of my skillset…” On the contrary she was beginning to think she’s quite clever at doing sutures now after all the hours she’s spent stitching them up again and again, and again. “It doesn’t look like it’s gone in too deep; I can’t promise it won’t leave a scar this time,” she sighed before pressing a wet gauze into the cut to clean up the blood. “So. What was it this time? And be honest. I can tell when you’re lying.”

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Waking up to see Alicia Vikander pregnant again was not on my 2023 bingo card but it lowkey makes me miss writing with her face 🥺😔

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ALICIA VIKANDER.

VIA KELLY CORNWELL'S INSTAGRAM HANDLE. | 02TH JULY 2023.

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IRMA VEP | 1.05 "Hypnotic Eyes"

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confusionism​:

Rhys raised his palms into the air and shook his head. “Oh, no. I like to think I’m a funny guy, but I gave up on mimicking accents ages ago. Always sounded like I had a brick in the mouth.” An easy chuckle accompanied the thought. He was never the type to shy away from admitting his short-comings, and he figured that at the very least, “—I know a good deal of the lingo, though. Like— I know my way around getting me some chips versus crisps. I’m careful so no one tells me to ‘bugger off.’ Simple stuff like that.”

Keeping his order simple — because conversation was infinitely more interesting than booze — his thoughts shifted back to his plans. “I’m thinking, like— three weeks? Give or take? Sticking around for a couple of shoots, then I’m off to the next spot.” Where exactly, he still wasn’t sure, but wasn’t that half of the fun? There was certainly no time to worry about that now, not when there were other curiosities to explore. “Let me ask you something.” A sudden pause and a shift to clarify, “—If it’s all right to ask, that is, ‘cause if it’s not vibes you don’t have to say anything, but—” he began tracing the shape of a sheet of paper in the air, “—That bucket list of yours. You got any clue what’s inside? Any big names floating around in there?”

“Bugger off... seems too polite,” she huffed with a smile. As refined of a language English was, there was something about its colourful dialect she fancied most. “At least yer good at understanding me. I once looked after an American man who came weeping into the ward because he had kidney stones. I think he cried less about having to piss them out and more over the fact he couldn’t understand what I was sayin’. It got worse for him. The nurse taking over for the next shift was from Wolverhampton...”  

Ari found his life to be brilliant when he sounded like the type who let excitement come his way and that means there was always something to anticipate. It’s the kind of escapades that made her sigh dreamily. She danced her fingers along her mug, tracing lines into the moisture caused by the condensation. She drew up her shoulders and shrugged. “Oh gosh, well...” Ari stared at the imagined piece of paper he traced out for her and she was piecing together the list that would quench his curiosity as well as to inspire hers. “First word that comes to mind is warmth. Sun kissed tan, lovely breeze moving slowly and gently. Lazy white clouds... but not lazy enough that the day is just idle pleasure. I would see myself venturing somewhere I wouldn’t typically go. Doing something that’s terrifying but thrilling at the same time. I’ve always thought the Caribbean... like Cuba. It’s got a beautiful heritage to explore. Or Spain and ooh Greece! You did ask for big so I went big, but I’m equally as happy thinking of a place close by and if not that I could go bungee jumping or go on a road trip... or try to cook all my own meals for two weeks straight... yeaaa, some things are just not achievable,” she snorted as she mentioned the latter. “So,” she crossed her arms over the table and balanced her weight on the front legs of her stool, “did I pass yer expectations of a bucket list or did I just list the same five things every person has said before?”

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Can’t a girl say something stupid once in a while?

Once in a while? I don’t believe in diets. Indulge.

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ericbrandonrp​:

A sigh of relief almost escaped his lips, but Eric managed to suppress it. Often enough, when he felt comfortable around someone, he just prattled on about all kinds of topics without a halt – and around Arabella (and with painkillers in his system), he felt very comfortable. The smile on his face remained until she talked about ‘the last two and a half years’. Then a frown took over. Her tone of voice had changed, he noticed, and suddenly he felt stupid – though he hadn’t even asked any prying questions. Had he?

He swallowed hard, past the lump in his throat; lowered his gaze for a moment. “I…I’m sorry,” Eric finally told her quietly. “I didn’t—“ What was he supposed to say? He wanted to reach out across the table and take her hand, but decided against it. Perhaps that was too forward. Well. Shit. Her grin confused him, though.

“I…” he sighed. “I’m sorry, I jus’…don’t know wha’ ta say, really, I don’t wanna be pryin’ or anything, or tactless or rude.” And he was quite good with that.

   She raised her brows before shaking her head. “Sorry... I’m not quite equipped at talking about all’ve this,” she admitted and she was bold to assume there wouldn’t be any kind of unease. Her nature was to keep her conversations superficial, but of course she hasn’t been on a date before... Arabella’s eyes blinked up at him. 

“It’s okay tho’... I don’t know what ta’ say to it either,” she admitted. “It’s kind of those things that happens and ya’ have no control over it.” She explained. She looked at him in honesty. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I think it goes against the rules of first dates,” she laughed softly. “   but... I wanted to be honest instead of shockin’ ya’ further along...” Arabella peered at him. “Does that change things?”

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ltmonroecaetano​:

Monroe had shut the door and started unloading things onto his fairly large kitchen counter. The recipe looked fairly straight forward and he watched a video of Ramsey himself making it. He was just sick of take out and was taking matters into his own hands now.

The insistent, annoying knocking came and he knew who it before he even went to answer it. His comments had gotten her attention and he opened the door, leaning in the doorway with a smirk on his lips since she was already talking before the door was fully open. This neighbor of his was pretty damn cute when she was rambling and he had half a mind to kiss her pretty lips just to shut her the hell up.

“You are nosy. And probably stuck up. But feel free to change my mind.” Monroe stepped aside to let her in and shut the door. “I’m making Chicken Marsala. And I only have beer in the fridge or water.”

   Arabella didn’t heed his words when he called her a stuck up even if she started it first. "First impressions doesn't matter." she drawled, waving a flippant hand at him. Suddenly she became all too aware of the fact she was standing in his flat. It was a swift change from the woman who vehemently wanted nothing to do with her neighbour to now exploring his home. 

She looked everywhere but his face and until he spoke did she meet his eyes. Perhaps it was human nature to be so inquisitive. "That's ambitious of you. I hope it isn't the one that comes in a packet... or else I can hear Gordon callin' ya' a useless donkey," she snorted. "Oh, so you'll be having the water?" She slowly grinned. "I've got a few bottles of beer in my fridge and I can bring them over only if you swear to be nice to me."

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confusionism​:

“Absolutely positutely,” he answered, and there was an energy in his tone that spoke volumes to the pride he felt being called, ‘reckless.’ Not that he was — not seriously, at least — but it wasn’t necessarily off-mark. “I respect that choice in the ‘different strokes for different folks’ kinda way, but if you ask me? My favorite kinda risk-taking is more of, like— seeing the world. Wandering around places and checking out what life is like away from home.” And it was funny, really, because he hadn’t really known what to call ‘home’ in years. Not the point. “You travel much?” 

Following Arabella into the pub, Rhys blinked quickly to let his eyes adjust to the much-darker atmosphere. He let out an easy laugh as he lifted one shoulder to ear-height. “Well, it’s five o’clock somewhere, right?” Sliding into the seat opposite of her, he shook his head. “Nah, it’s, uh— it’s only my third time here in London. I’m originally from the States. Sticking around here for a couple weeks, though, so you know— hopefully I’ll know the place a lot better by the time I head out. How ‘bout you?”

   “Oh.” Arabella’s face flushed a bright red and she easily concealed the colour on her face with lithe fingers. She had totally misinterpreted what a daring act meant. “It’s like taking the plunge and going on a wanderlust travel,” she sighed, her voice evident of her wishful longings. Even if she took time off work there was still the anxieties of picking where she would go to. Then again, she was made restless in wanting to venture out towards that path. How fulfilling it would be to risk it all for an adventure. "Tavelling is on the bucket list. I don’t know when to empty that bucket and go for it, heh.” 

She flagged down the barmaid for a beer before leaving him to place his order. Her arms crossed over the bench and she scooted closer to the table with her stool. “You aren’t doing a good job disguising it,” she teased. His accent was very reminiscent of anything but the English. “Well, I wouldn’t peg London to be the place to win ya’ over in stayin’. It’s quite drab most days. I’m sure you can tell,” she gestured to the grey downcast which was and will be a characteristic of living in the UK. “I’ve been part of this country since the day I was born. My Pa’s Irish but we never lived there. All of us just grew up and split,” she told. “When do ya’ plan on heading out? Or rather, how soon?” She asked.

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ltmonroecaetano​:

Monroe grinned at her and opened his door, setting his bags inside. He was damn good at reading people and he’d been absolutely right about her on the wine. “I have one personality, and it’s a bit of an asshole. But you started it by being nosy.” He told her with a shrug. “But for you information, I’m learning to cook. And tonight I’m trying to a Gordon Ramsey dish.”

He watched her look for her keys. “I’d invite you to join me but I’m sure a entitled woman like yourself thinks she’s too good for all that.” Monroe chuckled quietly. “Have a good night.”

Her hand absently pressed against the warmth flush on her face. She smiled. “At least yer self-aware,” she hummed, her attention diverting from the male when she successfully opened her door. The tinkle of Theo’s collar rang as he came running to greet his mama. Of course the mention of a Ramsey-esque dish would attract the most uninterested person. Who in their right mind would ever ignore great food?

Arabella looked affronted and maybe a little offended that he assumed her to be an uppity snob. She was nothing of the sort! She huffed before stepping into her apartment. He was met by the sound of her door shutting.

A moment later she's rapping her fist against his door. 

“I am not the stuck up you think I am. You’re the irritating arse who likes to assume things.” She pursed her lips. “Plus, every cook needs a taste-tester,” and she pointed to herself, “how’s that for nosy.” 

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Alicia Vikander as Queen Caroline Mathilde in EN KONGELIG AFFÆRE (2012), dir. Nikolaj Arcel

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Bombay Bicycle Club - Luna

I will bathe myself Then I’ll wear you for the night

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She wonders how she became this person, not others.

— I AM EASY TO FIND (2019, dir. Mike Mills)