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Celia was fully aware that Toby was back today, they has been texting late into the night about how telling Alessia about them would make an excellent Mother’s Day gift. Celia had told him where he could stick that idea, graphically. “I think you have a very pretty brunette pal that would appreciate a facial,” Cee teased, trying to keep her face straight. Chairs scrape as Violet and Cecelia join her at the table, both instantly reaching for cake.
“I will never say no to ice cream and shopping. My two favourite things. Well, my third and fourth favourite things.” She sticks her tongue out at Violet, who giggles. In truth, if it wasn’t for Violet, she would let the day pass by. Cee has never celebrated it, having no mother around, and even after Charlie was born it was always pushed aside and forgotten. If it wasn’t for Instagram and shops in London screaming about Mother’s Day gifts, the day might have passed by unnoticed by the editor. “I wonder how much money mother day bring in these days? I bet it out does Valentine’s day now, commercially anyway.”
"Oh yeah, I know a brunette pal that would love that! I must see if Karen is free on these dates." Alessia winked at Violet, smirk present. Of course it would be Cecelia, no other female companion was worthy enough for a relaxing spa day other than her best friend.
"But I'm not a thing!" Violet giggled in between stuffing her face with cake. "Most definitely." Alessia chimed in. These days it was all about profit. The prices of the most unnecessary things they sell that a Mother doesn't actually want or need. Like a giant duck, painted as a "Super Mom". Who would need that? Alessia never understood it--Valetine's day being her least favourite. "I bet Father's day profits more than Mother's Day too." She finished up her plate of food, excited for their shopping trip. A new wardrobe was needed.
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Celia was fully aware that Toby was back today, they has been texting late into the night about how telling Alessia about them would make an excellent Mother’s Day gift. Celia had told him where he could stick that idea, graphically. “I think you have a very pretty brunette pal that would appreciate a facial,” Cee teased, trying to keep her face straight. Chairs scrape as Violet and Cecelia join her at the table, both instantly reaching for cake.
“I will never say no to ice cream and shopping. My two favourite things. Well, my third and fourth favourite things.” She sticks her tongue out at Violet, who giggles. In truth, if it wasn’t for Violet, she would let the day pass by. Cee has never celebrated it, having no mother around, and even after Charlie was born it was always pushed aside and forgotten. If it wasn’t for Instagram and shops in London screaming about Mother’s Day gifts, the day might have passed by unnoticed by the editor. “I wonder how much money mother day bring in these days? I bet it out does Valentine’s day now, commercially anyway.”
"Oh yeah, I know a brunette pal that would love that! I must see if Karen is free on these dates." Alessia winked at Violet, smirk present. Of course it would be Cecelia, no other female companion was worthy enough for a relaxing spa day other than her best friend.
"But I'm not a thing!" Violet giggled in between stuffing her face with cake. "Most definitely." Alessia chimed in. These days it was all about profit. The prices of the most unnecessary things they sell that a Mother doesn't actually want or need. Like a giant duck, painted as a "Super Mom". Who would need that? Alessia never understood it--Valetine's day being her least favourite. "I bet Father's day profits more than Mother's Day too." She finished up her plate of food, excited for their shopping trip. A new wardrobe was needed.
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Cee shrugged as if to say, I didn’t do a thing. She watches Violet and Alessia with a grin, feeling her chest swelling and her eyes actually prickling. Maybe it was pride or happiness or a mess of both, but seeing Violet so loved by her mother, and Alessia so loved by her daughter only made Cee love both girls more. Violet was getting so big as well, and Cee couldn’t control that motherly feeling of ‘stop growing’. Part of her still pictures Violet as that kidney bean shaped sonogram pinned to the fridge. That felt like a long time ago now.
“Sit, eat! I would say it’ll get cold but I think it is mostly fruit… no wait, there are some waffles there. And cake, it’s one of those days you can have cake.” She hands a card over to Violet with a small wink and Violet hands it over to her mother. Inside she’ll find a sweet card with a small handwritten note from Violet (from which she received very little help for Cee, another scary reminder of how old she was getting) and a spa day, for two of course. “There was some talk of going to the zoo or… the park or swimming as well. We haven’t decided.”
Waffles were most certainly her favourite. Oh and cake! You couldn't go wrong with cake at nine in the morning. Alessia moved over to the table, smile widening. As if this day could get any more wonderful. "I wonder who will be accompanying me to the spa.." Alessia giggled upon opening the card. "Either one of those ideas sound perfect to me. As long as I'm with my beautiful ladies."
Alessia couldn't imagine how Cecelia was feeling. Tobias may have not been around for the first few years of Mother's Day but he was still alive--still out there. The blonde never knew what to say but she was sure to keep her best friend close by her side today and in the evening? Well, the wine would be coming out. "I'm sure Tobias will be back this afternoon. He couldn't catch a flight until this morning--something to do with a meeting. So why don't we stay local? Do some shopping, food, ice cream in the park maybe? What do you girls think?" She grinned, biting into her waffles topped with strawberries.
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A WELCOME HOME STARTER // @hellsbraveknight
Since her return to London, even though she had found her own place pretty quick, Celia had sort of, unofficially, accidently started living with Alessia again. It just made sense. She was round more often that not and having two semi-functional adults around seemed to be beneficial for everyone, not just Violet. It was like being married, and since Celia has graciously accepted the role of ‘other parent’ some things just fell to her. Like organizing Violet’s mother day present. So, Cee had risen close to six, blown up about twenty pink and white balloons, filled the living room with flowers and set out various ‘breakfast delights’ that she has pre-ordered the night before. Her cooking breakfast would have just ruined the whole thing. And then she had to get Violet quietly up so by the time Al came downstairs, it was all finished, she would get the surprise of her life and Vi would win daughter of the year.
Glancing around the room as a one last check, she was actually pretty pleased with her efforts. And doing something so nice for Al (and Violet) had taken her mind off of how awful this day actually was, without her mother or daughter about. Not now, she mentally scolded herself. “Okay Vi…” she whispers, “one, two, three– SURPRISE!!”
Every year this day came around, Alessia was filled with dread. She didn't have the chance to know her own mother let alone father. For many years she believed that she would never be able to celebrate this day-- especially with her first born taken away by his father. So once Violet was born this day became a lot more enjoyable. She remembered how Jason used to go over bored even though was too young to even know what was happening. It did pass her mind this year how things would be different now he was gone but she tried not to let her mood dampen the day. Alessia flung her silk dressing gown around her shoulders and headed downstairs. The house was quiet... a little too quiet.
Her eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. "Oh--!" Was all she managed to squeak before Violet flung her arms around her mother for a cuddle. "Oh Violet! This is beautiful, thank you!" It took all her might not to cry. She glanced to her best friend and mouthed a thank you. Alessia would be so lost without her. "You guys didn't have to go to all this trouble!"
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Amber Heard photographed by James Macari for Shape Magazine ✰
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Amber Heard photographed by Nino Muñoz.
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July 9 | Amber Heard and Vito Schnabel at Wimbledon Tournament.
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Everyone's going crazy over the football and then there's me... binge watching Greys Anatomy while eating bacon sandwiches. I've got a child playing enough footsie with my ribs thanks 😂 for those interested; only 9 days to go!!! And once I have a suited routine down I will be back... I promise!🤰💕
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Sorry for disappearing, this pregnancy has been rough. Been having false contractions - so I'm getting the pain but nothings happening.. just my body saying ha ha fuck you we're just tricking you and getting you ready for the real shit in 7 weeks 😂 it's also half term so Marshall wears me out daily. Sorry for the inactivity, I'll answer asks, memes etc but threads are gonna hold off till Monday.
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12.05 :: Filming for L'Oréal Paris 💋
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Maybe there was some small, minuscule, tiny part of her that also came round when Al and Violet were out so this… might… happen. It wasn’t even a conscious thought; it floated in the back of her mind like the aftermath of a dream. You sort of knew what had happened but you couldn’t grasp it, or explain it to someone else. This time, she didn’t back away from him, and she found the strength to meet his eye (although not before her eyes rake over his bare chest, and hover on his lips). “You know I was engaged to your grandad, right? Dated your step-dad before your mum did. Best friends with your mother, who you’re just getting on better terms with. I am really worth messing that up for, Tobiah?” There was a new tone in her voice now; it was stronger. She had remembered her place; remembered what she was worth. Cecelia Holmes did not get flustered by little boys. No matter how naked, and attractive.”You’re putting a lot on the line, when I am sure there are girls your own age just lining up to get into bed with you.” And then, slowly, she took a step towards him. “Hm?”
“So you’re experienced? Nothing wrong with that.” He smirked at the closeness of her presence, he liked this Cecelia. Admittedly the shyness moments before gave him a thrill, Tobias was the dominant type after all, but her cockiness is what drove him insane -- the good type if there even was one. “She can hardly talk, she’s done much worse -- far worse than you can ever imagine.” Though probably a conversation best to avoid. “Girls my age; really? Cecelia you should know by now what the girls my age are really like.” Fake, high pitched, only after two things. Looks and money -- they were fine for an easy target, but they weren’t like Cecelia. Cecelia was a woman. “You are worth me loosing the world.” He muttered before he was unable to resist the urge any longer. His soft lips were pressing against hers, hands pulling her small frame against his by the small of her back.
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I'm just gonna have something to eat then be on around 8ish if anybody wants to plot/thread?
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12.05, Cannes
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