Imagine Gina having eyes for you, a fellow Blinder:
You.
She noticed you for the first time when she was meeting the family. You stayed behind, behind Tommy, behind the bar, looking up only when she walked in. You were subtle in your expressions, smirking when you thought no one noticed. She did and seeing you smile made her blush. Michael spoke like a child, making rash decisions and demands too large. She was barely listening, instead keeping her eye on you. You were odd. Attractive, mysterious, quiet. And yet, she sensed there was something more to you. Something dangerous, something her husband lacked: a spine. You didn't make a show when you pulled out your gun, placing it on the counter before you. You made no grand gestures, nothing to prove that you were really going to use it. You would, no questions asked. What Tommy wanted, you'd do. You were loyal.
You'd prettied yourself up for this night with the rest of them. You weren't in diamonds like she was, wanting all eyes on her. You were sleek, sensible, with a razor in your cap and another up your sleeve. Michael's arm was wrapped around her waist, keeping her from gravitating towards you. She wanted to offer you a drink, hear your voice, make her presence known. She wanted nothing more than to impress you, catch your eye, cause butterflies in your stomach. Gina smiled when she should have, shaking the hands of Michael's acquaintances and enemies alike, doing what was needed of her. Her mind though, it belonged to you. You spoke softly to Tommy and Arthur, eyeing your husband with suspicion. The attitude in your movement made her face hot.
It should have been you.
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Steve tries to insist that pickup lines work so Eddie starts pulling out the worst, most dorky lines he can think of ("can you touch my hand, I wanna tell my friends I was touched by an angel") but Steve keeps blushing and giggling. Eddie thinks his reactions are endearing.
Steve tries to act smug about being right, but Eddie is quick to point out that of course Steve would think pickup lines work, they work on him. When he tries to argue his point, Eddie just pulls out another cheesy line. It works almost too well.
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thomas harley for nhl network — EDM vs DAL; game 1 — 05.23.24
[i want to ask you just one last question about — just, the makeup of this team, ‘cause i always joke that dallas has two cores. there’s, like, the veteran core group, and then there’s the young guys. when you guys are out at team events, like … does it stay that way? who mixes with who? like, what is the dynamic when you guys are just spending time together? like, does the youth stick together i guess is what i’m asking.] yeah, us young guys stick together. um — me and johnny still room together on the road. we, uh, we gotta keep that going. but, yeah, the old guys kinda stick to the old guys, the young guys stick with the young guys, so it’s — it’s pretty much what you’d think it’d be.
[last one for you — just, miro heiskanen, and what he is like to play with, what he’s like on the bench. is he a vocal guy? ‘cause he seems quiet, to the outsiders; is that actually how he is all the time?] yeah, he’s pretty quiet. um … i like to get him going a little bit. [how do you do that?] just — excuse the language, but give him some shit. um, yeah. just kinda poke him, a little bit. um — kinda be a younger brother to him.
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To soothe the pain, love, while I don't believe the Doctor - that is 1-12, the others might - ever SAID 'I love you' to River, I am convinced they taught her Gallifreyan just so she'd understand they kept tracing 'I love you' onto the back of her hand at random moments
Awwh! :’) I love the idea of the Doctor randomly tracing Gallifreyan on her skin to express all the things that they can’t say! I’d sort of thought River knew Gallifreyan instinctually with it on the TARDIS screens, but with her connection to the TARDIS being so inherent, maybe there’s no need.
…but now I’m imagining River recognizing (with their lives out of order), that the shapes he’s tracing are Gallifreyan circles. And maybe she’d connect the dots and study Gallifreyan on her own. And then she would understand what he’s writing — and start to take it wrong that he’s writing it but doesn’t have the guts to actually tell her, and she would overthink forever but not actually ask him…
Until the Doctor notices asks why she’s being cold — and then she tells him — and he says he thought she already knew—
(Crying and hugging ensues.)
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lolth-sworn society beauty standards must be so crazy and strict tho…. like if the red eyes are a gift from lolth and if not every drow are born with the red eyes I just imagine you’d get ostracised if you’re born with white eyes or purple, like ur not wanted by lolth from birth so ur inherently worthless. in the same vein if you also don’t have white hair then you’re treated as an Other bc you don’t look like everyone else. and I imagine that lolth is THE very definition of their beauty standard so they aspire to look like her, and all the beauty trends and ideals are influenced from her or from her spiders and if there’s anything any feature about yourself that deviates from lolth’s standards then you’re considered as ugly and grotesque.
likewise, I’d imagine the upkeep of beauty is a sort of status symbol because if you manage to keep up with the elaborate outfits and hairstyles without worrying someone is gonna kill you with it it means that you have the luxury to be comfortable. and also the means to afford such things in the first place bc resources in the underdark are pretty limited and gems from the surface needs to be imported and id imagine they’d be more expensive bc it’s already so risky going down the underdark let alone doing trade in menzoberranzan.
like unsure if this an actual thing too but I like the hc so it’s real to Me! But I like the idea that hair is essentially a status symbol towards the drows, and they favour elaborate braids and updos that resembles a spider’s web and cocoon, and a way to punish and shame someone is to cut off their long hair. like imagine if the matriarchs wore gigantic elaborate braided hair with all these head pieces and designs to show off the status of their house and the power they themselves have, and the lesser houses’ braids are much more smaller in comparison. she would have the means to do her hair like that daily because she has designated servants and slaves attending to her needs, and she has the money to afford all sorts of accessories. and the same goes for their clothes too, since silk is a favourite amongst the drows and it’s a pretty difficult fabric to work with. I’d also imagine lace being a highly sought out fabric among them since it’s so delicate and flimsy, and it could easily snag. but the fact that you’re able to wear something fragile as lace is a power play in itself since it’s a show off your own strength and power … kind of like a taunt ?
anyway, this isn’t really going anywhere I’m just typing aloud but I’d imagine in a society where almost everyone’s colouring is similar to each other, where beauty is one of the most infamous traits they’re known to have, and where they claim that red eyes is a gift from the goddess they’re all expect to covet and worship id imagine the beauty standards there are so crazy and toxic lol
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So do you ever get given a doll and have an entire self discovery plotline? Because I did
So this is a Kanani, American girl, limited edition girl of the year from 2011. She's a mixed Hawaiian girl which is cute and I've always liked her but never wanted her as a kid especially because I HATED her collection for some reason
As an adult I grew away from American girls, I loved and appreciated the ones I had but they just didn't speak to me anymore and I never could figure out why so I moved on
Alright so then my mom was like "I'm getting a doll second hand for me and it comes with a Kanani I'll let you have her" last week.
Cue "wtf you got me a KANANI?!?" Crisis. I did not want her nor have any reason to have her,I'm not even supposed to be getting any dolls at the moment but, Something spoke to me about her, even if homegirl was a little rough around the edges
So she came home, I got my little racoon hands on her to restore and I was surprised how long her hair was and frankly how adorable she was. I started really bonding and falling in love with her, little by little she became mine
Her name is Frances now, Still Hawaiian and Japanese though. She likes pink and cute things, I decided to give her ringlets and she wants a smocked dress
Then, I realized. Dolls have become less about buying, and having the latest release and collections like it was when I was younger into AG's. They're not about predetermined personalities or whatever is trendy at the time.
They're literally an extention of myself now, and they're an outlet for creativity. Names I love, Styles of clothes I like and sew for them, Different aspects of my own personality or people I admire. Every. Single. One. My earlier AG's helped weave my personality and in turn I grew to not need their help anymore. A weird transition from childhood to adulthood realizing my own self from my doll collection
So yeah, Welcome to the family Francie, I hope you like it here and I especially hope you like me because sweetie we're going to be dressing very similar from now on 😊
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