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tinydeskwriter · 2 years

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Traitor- Part Two

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TRAITOR ; EXTRA

summary: in which H and Y/n met for the first time since the break up.

word count: 2923

A/n: Y/n is mean in this one, but I swear, I tuned down from what originally was supposed to be. I know a few of you guys asked me to tag you, but in the spirit of fairness, I would ask who want to be tagged to send me a Ask, is easier for me to see you there than in the comments. As some of you may know, I already choose Y/n’s New Man, and he’ll already show up in the next Extra. Some of you asked if there is a chance os reconciliation, the answer is: I don’t think so, but… read and tell me what you think.

TRAITOR- PART TWO: Heartless.

2021, April 08.

She had chosen a light pink Zimmerman oversized dress from the 2020 collection, it had been a gift from Gemma and Anne for her birthday that year, it made her look soft and accentuated her belly with grace, she paired it with white Gucci Mule Princetown shoes, and a straw bag 'a la' Jane Birkin. Her hair was loose and brushed in beach waves. Rings covering her delicate fingers, and nails are painted a delicate shade of pink, and a large sunglasses by Dolce and Gabbana protecting her eyes.

Y/n looked very soft and motherly.

She had agreed to meet Harry at Full Stop Management's office in early April, even though Jeff told Lia that lawyers weren't needed, still, the manager knew better than to take his word for it, the woman, who had managed Y/n's career for the past ten years, categorically stated that Jeff and Harry would have a full team in the room, publicist, lawyers, the whole circus, it was after much insistence that the singer agreed to Camilla's presence at the meeting. Now Camilla might look harmless in her ultra-feminine clothes and flashy Louboutin heels, but the woman was a shark, not just any kind, in court she was reputed to be a cannibal, a shark that devours other sharks.

Y/n really hoped there was a team waiting for them, she didn't want to be seen as the person who was going for the attack. So far all her actions have been carefully planned to not be seen as aggressive.

The singer was accompanied by her manager, her personal assistant, and Niall —who had been staying at her house since she returned to LA, Zayn and Gigi had also been seen in town with their friend, a rare sighting in the case of the Bradford bad boy—, two bodyguards went together to make the security of the two Brits in case of the presence of paparazzi and fans.

It's safe to say that Y/n was surrounding herself with friends with all the publicity that now surrounded her breakup.

Whenever the singer was seen in public, she was accompanied by friends, and loyal friends at that, who quickly surrounded her to protect her from the paparazzi lens and the harassment of fans. Kendall had shielded her friend with her coat and glared at the paparazzi when the two were photographed in Santa Monica; Justin had asked for respect and for them to back off as he guided Y/n to the car with Hailey just behind on the exit from Nobu; Dakota wasn't afraid to show the middle finger when the paparazzi screamed for them as they left a little café in Malibu; hidden between Florence Welch and Mark being led away from the crowd, while Lady Gaga chatted with fans; she was snapped by fans shopping for children's items with Taylor Swift and Blake Lively in a nice little boutique in Manhattan in late March; and she was caught casually strolling through the Farmers Market in Brooklyn accompanied by actors Pedro Pascal and Oscar Issac, with Elvira and the couple's two children a few days later.

Her friends were showing support both publicly and privately.

People she hadn't been close with before, because of Harry's insecurity, had gotten bigger roles in her life. She was finally allowing herself to have male friends who weren't mutual friends.

The Lincoln Navigator pulled up in front of the building, quickly being surrounded by paparazzi and fans, easily a crowd of a hundred people. Y/n looked at Niall as he swore.

The security guards got out of the car first, and only when they managed to clear some space between the paparazzi did the Irishman open the door, getting out first and helping his friend out. The cameras were on them the second her feet touched the ground.

They clearly had been tipped that there would be a meeting that day.

Y/n held her head high, eyes hidden by dark shades while walking behind her longtime friend, hand gripping the crook of his elbow. Niall led the way, leading the group of women into the building.

As the paparazzi took pictures they didn't throw too many invasive questions at her. There were also fans around, Y/n noticed, she smiled faintly and waved at some who were shouting her name in support and even accepted the flowers they offered her. In the court of public opinion Y/n was the victim, this was crystal clear, a young woman who had loved a men too much and had been cheated on and left for a new lover, a modern more Hollywood and glamorous version of what Lady Di had been.

The singer had gained five million and a half new followers on Instagram since the Grammys, and a few thousand more after her interview with Hailey.

“Jeff must be shitting bricks,” Lia smiled a little when they were safely in the lobby. “His golden boy is not so golden anymore.”

The group found Camilla already waiting in the lobby, the lawyer greeted everyone cordially, and Y/n affectionately. They headed for the elevator, the way from the ground floor to the office floor taking place in silence. When the door slid open an assistant, whom Y/n recognized by sight, but couldn't remember the name, was waiting for them, the girl smiled at them, greeted them politely and guided them to the conference room.

For the first time since December, Harry and Y/n were in the same room. His emerald eyes following her as she moved around the room.

Her ex was sitting between Jeffrey and an older man in a suit. His side of the table was filled with older men in suits, and a stern-looking woman that Y/n recognized as Karen, leader of the PR team.

"I thought we weren't going to involve lawyers, Jeff." Lia said in a sarcastic tone as she greeted the man.

At least Jeffrey had the decency to blush.

"Y/n...How are you?" The singer looked at Harry, his hoarse voice sounded almost breathless.

He looked fine, at least physically, definitely not dressed for an important meeting, his hair was cut short in a retro haircut—was probably already filming My Policeman—, and he looked tired, with bag under his eyes, she could see the guilty and sadness in his eyes. Good.

Bella had sent her the tabloid piece reporting Harry and Olivia's breakup, with pictures of the woman moving out of his rented house and all, the older woman looked miserable and sloppy —and Y/n would deny it until the end, because you never push another woman down to build yourself up, but she felt a little bit of satisfaction reading the comments about how Olivia was a downgrade compared to ‘Goddess’ looking Y/n, those are probably left by her fans, and how he had probably just settled for Olivia after the breakup—.

The young woman sat in the chair Niall pulled out for her, her hands protectively over her stomach, in an involuntary gesture.

“I am doing better now.” It was the only answer she gave, and it was already more than he deserved from her.

Harry leaned slightly across the table. "Can we please talk?" He looked at the people around them. "In private." His people seemed ready to get up and leave the room as soon as he gave the cue, but the four people accompanying Y/n looked at her, making it clear that they wouldn't move without her saying something.

Y/n sighed, taking the sunglasses off her face and laying them on the table, she looked at the man she once loved more than life itself with cold eyes. To Harry, she looked more goddess than woman, and he swallowed hard, deeply regretting all the bad choices he'd made that had led to him losing the love of his existence.

"The time for private conversations is over Harry." The woman had her eyes fixed on her ex-fiancé. "Now we're here to discuss how to go forward and move on, and leave all that happened where it belongs, in the past." They both knew she meant not just the suffering and pain he had caused her.

She meant him, and the years they'd spent together. The good and the bad. He was now only a piece of her past. He had no place in the next Act of the show that was her life. If before he had been one of the protagonists of her life story, now he had been relegated to a minor supporting character.

"I miss you, Love, everyday and every hour, I know…" There was desperation in his voice, Y/n could hear it clearly, but she came to the shocking conclusion that she didn't care.

"You have no right to miss me." She interrupted him without mercy. "That was your choice Harry, you chose this, you knew what your decisions would cause, you knew the pain you would inflict on me, and you did it anyway."

He looked at her stunned, he got so used to his sweet Y/n that he forgot she had a bite in her.

"Babe, it was a huge mistake, we could..." He tried, more desperate than ever, he wasn’t used to the coldness in her eyes being directed at him.

"We could," she agreed, some aggressiveness in her eyes, "We could have gotten over what you did, we could, I loved you enough to try, but you broke up with me and started dating her like I was nothing in your life, as if the eight years we spent together didn't matter, as if we weren't planning a wedding." The woman was looking down at him, like a queen to a dirt peasant. "So when you miss me, remember, when you had me I wasn't good enough."

Niall squeezed his friend's hand on the table in support.

Everyone around them stayed in silence, just watching the heated interaction between the former couple. It was almost pitiful too watch.

At this point there was nothing Harry could say to make her forgive him. After what he'd put her through, after how he'd made her feel… She didn't even want to talk to him, there was nothing he could say to make all his mistakes go away.

Lia cleared her throat, looking from her client to her ex cautiously.

"Okay…We are here to resolve the division of jointly acquired assets, I think it's best if we stick with that for now." Lia interrupted before either Harry or Y/n could say something else.

Jeff nodded, he's never been much for confrontations, he looked at Harry once more, the younger man looked absolutely miserable with his hand buried in his hair, but nodded in agreement to move on, his emerald eyes never leaving the woman he had shared his life with for the past eight years. Harry's manager took the folder offered by one of the lawyers.

He looked at the client one last time before his eyes focused on Y/n's face. He'd almost forgotten how gorgeous Harry's ex-fiancee was in the months since he'd last seen her. The singer had a kind of neutralizing beauty, and the pregnancy glow only seemed to accentuate it more.

"Harry has decided to give up his share of joint estate in favor of Y/n." Jeff said looking at his client's ex-fiancée, he opened a leather folder he had in front of him, reading the summary. "The £15 million Hampstead mansion in London, the $5 million Tribecca apartment in NYC, the Lake Como Villa, and the $9 million Sunset house in Los Angeles, other minor properties are also listed in the folder." The manager exhibited the portfolio with the properties and documentation already draw in the woman’s name.

Y/n scoffed, it wasn't like she needed it, her bank account was bigger than his, but Harry was so predictable in his guilt, she knew this was him trying to minimize her anger, to buy her forgiveness, letting her keep the houses she had carefully made into homes for them during the last few years. As if in eight years he hadn't known her well enough to know she didn't care for material things.

But she knew, it was also about the babies, even if they haven’t gone there yet.

Jeff slides the folder into Lia’s direction.

"You just need to sign." The lawyer sitting next to Harry said offering her a pen.

Lia passed the folder for Camilla to read.

Y/n looked at Harry, she was still wearing her mask of coldness. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"It's the least I can do," He said with a barely perceptible smile, "I know how much you love these houses, and how much you've put into making them a home, it wouldn't be right..."

It wouldn't feel right for him to continue living in them, or to take someone to live with him. That was a line he never crossed, he never tried to take Olivia to one of the houses he had acquired with Y/n.

"A house is just a building Harry, that was never what I really cared about." Y/n said, but signed the papers when Camilla gave her the OK, the singer took the pen and signed the sheets on the marked dotted lines.

"It's not like I'll be able to live in any of them now, anyway, too many memories..."

"Sell it, have it demolished, set it on fire, they're yours to do with what you want," the man said running a hand through his hair in despair. "This is me trying, Y/n/n, but I don't know what to do to get your forgiveness, what gesture, what to say..."

Y/n glanced in Camilla's direction briefly, and the lawyer simply picked up the folder she had brought with her and pushed it towards Harry's lawyer.

The pregnant woman watched the lawyer read the document with a stoic expression, looking from Camilla to Y/n from moment to moment, the man wiped the sweat from his forehead before leaning towards Harry and Jeff, and explaining in a whisper what the document was about.

“Y/n…” Harry stared at her with questioning eyes, hurt written all over his face.

"That's it H, that's the way to my forgiveness, it won't happen now, but eventually..." She shrugged and said in an emotionless tone, looking at him with a bored expression.

"This is basically me giving up my unborn children." Harry said swinging the folder over the table.

"That's you giving me control." Y/n said calmly. "That's you respecting my choices and decisions, this is you trusting me like I always used to trust you."

“Are you this bitter and heartless?”

“Oh, you didn't go there...” She said with a bitter laugh, shaking her head and briefly looking at the table before looking up and facing Harry. "I had a heart, it was kind, soft, big, and trusted blindly, but I gave it to the wrong person, and that person was careless with it, and now I have a broken heart." Every word she uttered was like an insult to the man in front of her. "This, right here, is the result of your carelessness, I used to think you were the best man among men, now I realize that you're not that bloody great." The calm with which she spoke, made it even worse. "I'd rather be heartless than have my heart broken by someone who doesn’t deserve it."

Silence hung over the conference room until it was interrupted by one of Harry's lawyers.

"We can fight for custody in court..."

Y/n turned his head towards the lawyer like a snake ready to attack.

"You do it, I dare you." The pregnant woman smiled predatorily. "I'm not someone that can be threatened, or put into a corner, I have the financial means to drag out a legal battle for years, and I want to see you find a judge here or in England who would take away custody of my children in Harry’s favor." She turned to Jeff. "And in the meantime, H is going to be convicted in the court of public opinion, his career is going to suffer, because if you guys try to come against me, this was just the beginning, the EP, the interview... I'll do worse, you never saw me being mean, I'm going to turn it into an album, I'm going to Oprah, I'm going to drag his and her name through the proverbial mud."

She never looked more like the lioness Louis joked she was than at that moment.

It was already an unspoken rule around haute couture dress-rooms: if designers wanted to see their pieces showcased by Y/n and her friends, Olivia was persona non grata. It wasn't something Y/n started, but Kendall and Bella were petty enough in her name.

"I don't want you in my life, it still hurts to look at your face." The singer sighed and said more calmly, this time looking at Harry. "And I can't say that I'll forgive you, or that one day I'll be ok with co-parenting with you, but I have no intention of banning Anne and Gemma's access to the twins, and that's the best I can offer right now."

Harry sighed in agreement with a sad smile, he had tears in his eyes and ran his hands over his face before picking up the pen from the table and pulling the papers towards him.

He stared at the dotted line for a few minutes before scribbling his signature.

#harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles

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rooneystired · 29 days

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not to sound gay or anything but i would literally crawl on my hands and knees over broken glass for lou miller/florence zimmerman/bernadette fox/carol aird/hela odinson/galadriel/

#can you sense a theme #cate blanchett #lesbian #i'm just a girl #who would die for cate blanchett

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asolitaryrose3 · 10 months

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So recently I've started to get back into writing again, but I've not posted anything and so I thought I would make this💗 please send in request because I'm honestly lost atm 😭

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who i write for:

Svu:

Rita calhoun

Olivia benson

Amanda Rollins

Alex cabot

Casey novak

Elizabeth Donnelly

NCIS:

Ziva david

Kate todds

Jennifer shepard

Abby sciuto

Criminal minds:

Emily prentis

Penelope Garcia

Jennifer jareau

Bones:

Temperance brennan

Angela Montenegro

Camile Saroyan

Abbot elementary:

Melissa schemmenti

Barbara howard

Ava Coleman

Janine teagues

The school for good and evil:

Lady Leonora Lesso

Clarissa dovey

Wednesday:

Larissa weems

Morticia Addams

Ted lasso:

Rebecca welton

Keeley jones

Tom jones:

Lady bellaston

The personal history of David Copperfield:

Jane murdstone

Sex education:

Maeve Wylie

Jean milburn

Grey's anatomy:

Addison shepherd

Meridith grey

Miss peregrine's home for peculiar children:

Miss peregrine

Emma bloom

A house with a clock in its walls:

Florence Zimmerman

Oceans eight:

Debby ocean

Lou miller

Rose Weil

Tammy

Daphne kluger

Merlin:

Morgana Pendragon

The devil wears Prada:

Miranda Priestley

Andrea Sachs

Emily Charlton

Cruella:

Cruella devil

Baroness Von Hellman

The golden finch:

Xandra

American horror story:

Cordelia goode

Billie dean Howard

Wilhelmina venable

Sally McKenna

Ally Mayfair Richards

Ratchet:

Mildred ratchet

Sandman:

Lucifer

Snow white and the huntsman/the huntsman: winter's war:

Queen revenna

Queen Freya

The old guard:

Andromache of Scythia

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I think that's it hopefully it is, please tell me if you want me to write for anyone else, (women only characters), please send in request 🙏🙏 thank you love💗

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cupofsapphics · 9 months

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masterlist

american horror story

grumpy reader with coven (short drabble)

cordelia goode

to all the times i’ve loved you | pt 2 who ate it? greenhouse girlfriends sick of you

billie dean howard

introductions flustered

lana winters

shared love

dead to me

interrupted plans (short drabble)

wednesday (2022)

larissa weems

comfort crowd “quick, kiss me” (short drabble) “it’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you.” (short drabble)

marvel

peter assigned to distract you from returning to avengers tower so the others can prepare (short drabble)

agatha harkness

who are you? not the real you pain double trouble neglect first ‘i love you’ hc

carol danvers

parties and jealousy movie day not enough trust

darcy lewis

home sweet home

natasha romanoff

kitten

peggy carter

welcome to LA my savior with a sword you are beautiful

wanda maximoff

sweater stealing hc

once upon a time

regina mills

a new chapter

encanto

what pepa and julieta madrigal would do when you come home tired and stressed hc

school for good and evil

leonora lesso

unexpected

dovesso

dovesso hcs

misc

mary poppins

imagine: mary poppins meeting you as the banks’ closest friend

tammy (ocean’s 8)

confidence

lady tremaine

love is a hard thing why even try?

florence zimmerman

tea and a warm blanket swimsuits and ice lemonade

melissa schemmenti

the coffee shop

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ao3: simpforw0men

#masterlist

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skindyedblue · 2 years

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Thank you @letthebookbegin for tagging me 💜💜💜

TAG FIVE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

Favourite colour: Teal

Currently reading: A Brief History of Black Holes by Dr. Rebecca Smethurst, Women and Other Monsters by Jess Zimmerman, and rereading DCeased: Unkillables

Last song: Dream Girl Evil, Florence and the Machinelast movie: Uh..? I'm unsure? Maybe a documentary of some kind. I don't watch a lot of movies anymore.

Sweet/spicy/savoury: I like all three but Halloween has me leaning toward sweet

Currently working on: Over the weekend it was DM stuff for the campaign, knitting a few projects that will eventually be gifts, some health related appointments, and a 1000 piece puzzle.

I'll tag: @habibinasir , @cephalopodvictorious , @fetchalgernon , @inkcap , @dove29, and anyone else who reads this!

#hey i did the thing #and i am having a mini crisis that i dont know the last movie i watched #i know i have watched them but *crickets*#i saw dune in theaters so if all else fails i saw that?#ali text

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tamtam-go92 · 2 years

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Sim ages at the start of my Uberhood

I'm using a 2 days = 1 year age mod to play this new Uberhood I'm panning (and actually already started to play when I need pause from the Somersets) and with a really difficult algorithm I have calculated each Sim's age with the default aging system and translated it into their age with the mod, all with the help of SimPE (I have quite a lot of free time currently xD). So to keep track of everyone's start age, here's my masterpost, it's simply for my own convenience. I plan to make every name a link that leads you to the chronological tag (that didn't work, there seems to be a link-limit?).

87: Luis Aspir 84: Carlos Contender 63: Olive Specter, Patrizio Monty 59: Dora Ottomas 58: Mortimer Goth 57: Herb Oldie 56: Consort Capp 55: Coral Oldie, Betty Goldstein, PT9 Smith, Isabella Monty 54: Denise Jacquet, Herbert Goodie, Faith Goodie, Catherine Viejo 49: Daniel Pleasant 47: Mary-Sue Pleasant 44: Jason Cleveland 43: Marissa Cleveland, Edward Contrary 42: Benjamin Baldwin, Albany Capp 41: Vivian Cho, Stephen Tinker, Morty Roth 39: Isabel Baldwin, Wanda Tinker, Opal Contrary, Marcel Jocque, Sophia Jocque, Stella Roth 36: Gilbert Jacquet, Darren Dreamer, Buzz Grunt 35: Leod McGreggor 34: Checo Ramirez 33: Florence Delarosa, Antonio Monty 32: Lisa Ramirez, Pascal Curious 31: Timothy Riley, Loki Beaker, Lola Curious, Cornwall Capp 30: Elizabeth Aspir, Issac Bell, Hannah Bell, John Burb, Jason Greenman, Goneril Capp, Peter Ottomas 29: Armand DeBateau, Jessica Peterson, Victor Aspir, Brandi Broke, Rose Greenman, Samantha Ottomas 28: Circe Beaker, Vidcund Curious, Ajay Loner, Erin Beaker, Bianca Monty 27: Sanjay Ramaswami, Priya Ramaswami 26: Ramir Patel, Jennifer Burb, Gabe O'Mackey, Alexandra O'Mackey 25: Gabriel Green, Ana Patel, Cassandra Goth, Patricia Wan, Kristen Loste, Regan Capp 24: Chastity Gere, Matthew Picaso, Andrew Martin, Nervous Subject, Oberon Summerdream 23: Geoff Rutherford, Sharon Wirth, Jessica Picaso, Dina Caliente, Nina Caliente, Don Lothario, Lazlo Curious, Chloe Curious, Titania Summerdream, Kent Capp 22: Samantha Cordial, Kimberly Cordial, Connor Weir, Malcolm Landgraab IV, Chester Gieke, Jason Larson, Jodie Larson, John Mole, Natasha Una, Trent Traveller, Trisha Traveller, Julien Cooke, Nathan Gavigan, Mary Gavigan, Cyd Roseland, Robert Kim, Cynthia Kim, Tara Kat, Cleo Shikibu 20: Gunnar Roque, Jane Stacks 19: Roxie Sharpe, Jonah Powers, Guy Wrightley, Mickey Dosser, Monica Bratford, Ashley Pitts, Brittany Upsnott 18: Mitch Indie, Max Flexor, Delilah O'Feefe, Edwin Sharpe, Marla Biggs, Phineaus Furley, Ellen Frost, Chaz Whippler, Emily Lee, Tom Freshe, Matthew Hart, DJ Verse, Sarah Love, Jessie Pilferson, Jasmine Rai, Zoe Zimmerman, Frances J. Worthington III, Aldric Davis, Almeric Davis, William Williamson, Blossom Moonbeam, Klara Vonderstein, Martin Ruben, Allegra Gorey, Joshua Ruben, Kevin Beare, Castor Nova, Tiffany Sampson, Heather Huffington, Sam Thomas, Jared Starchild, Ty Bubbler, Jimmy Phoenix, Erik Swain 17: Johnny Smith, Ophelia Nigmos, 15: Tank Grunt, Tybalt Capp 14: Mercutio Monty 13: Ripp Grunt, Juliette Capp, Romeo Monty, David Ottomas 12: Justin Cleveland, Angela Pleasant, Lilith Pleasant, Sandra Roth, Jacob Martin, Puck Summerdream 11: Rick Contrary, Violet Jocque, Dustin Broke, Dirk Dreamer, Jules O'Mackey, Hermia Capp, Miranda Capp 10: Tara DeBateau, Melody Tinker, Gavin Newson, Ginger Newson 08: Alexander Goth, Buck Grunt, Hal Capp, Beatrice Monty, Benedick Monty 07: Sofia Baldwin, Daniel Bell, Jill Smith, Bottom Summerdream, Desdemonda Capp, Sharla Ottomas 06: Sally Riley, Tessa Ramirez, Tina Traveller, Isaiah Gavigan, Gabrielle Newson, Gallagher Newson, Justin Kim, Xander Roth 03: Beau Broke 02: Markus Baldwin, Etsu Cho 01: Pauline Aspir, Garrett Newson, Georgia Newson, Daisy Greenman, Ariel Capp, Tommy Ottomas

#masterpost #the sims 2 #new uberhood #sims 2 uberhood #when you realize that the university sims are the boomers of simvalley...#sims 2 masterpost #the sims 2 masterpost #the sims 2 uberhood

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ladyorlandodream · 1 year

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Cate Blanchett in The House with a Clock in Its Walls

That's the post

💜

#florence zimmerman #the house with a clock in its walls #cate blanchett

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baezdylan · 1 year

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∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

THANK YOU, MAAAAAAAL

jacket's on, i'm out the door

tonight I'm gonna burn this town down

- girls in their summer clothes, bruce springsteen

i need shades 'cause the sun is blinding

- cloudburst, oasis (picking this one for ⭐reasons⭐ :)

i'm gonna miss those longs nights with the windows open

i keep re-reading the same lines always up at 5am every morning

- i'll still destroy you, the national (SONG!!!!!!)

so sing a lonely song

of a deep blue dream

- love her madly, the doors

sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby

edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull

at night i wake up with the sheets soaking wet

and a freight train running through the middle of my head

- i'm on fire, bruce springsteen

my throat was dry, with the sun in my eyes and i realized, i realized

i could never, i could never, never, never, go back home again

- is it really so strange?, the smiths

a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes

- cosmic love, florence + the machine

we've got color, we've got sound

won't you recognize us, we're everything you hate

AND

there are stars out on the new york streets

we want to capture them on film

- starlight, lou reed and john cale

i don't love you i'm just passing the time

- she had the world, panic! at the disco (it's actually every lyric from this one)

you're too old to lose it, too young to choose it

and the clock waits so patiently on your song

you walk past the café, but you don't eat

when you've lived too long

oh, no, no, no, you're a rock 'n' roll suicide

- rock'n'roll suicide, david bowie

i thought you died alone

a long long time ago

- the man who sold the world, david bowie

and if you close the door, the night could last forever

- after hours, the velvet underground

oh, hear this robert zimmerman

i wrote a song for you

about a strange young man called dylan

with a voice like sand and glue…

- song for bob dylan, david bowie

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

#bowie hours ig #how surprising #💌restless wind inside a letter box💌#ask game #mal the writer wizard 💜💫📝#hopefully there ARE 13 infinity signs in there (ophthalmologist day)

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honestlytoomuch · 10 months

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Road trip album list!!

1. Youre Aweful, I Love You-Ludo

2. Lungs-Florence and the Machine

3. How to Save a Life-The Fray

4. Red-Taylor Swift

5. If I Know Me-Morgan Wallen

6. Plans-Death Cab for Cutie

7. Midnights-Taylor Swift

8. Helplessness Blues-Fleet Foxes

9. Maybe I'm Dreaming-Owl City

10. Midnight Memories-One Direction

11. Rumors-Fleetwood Mac

12. Me and My Gang-Rascal Flatts

13. Contra-Vampire Weekend

14. Leave the Light On- Bailey Zimmerman

15. Pure Heroine-Lorde

16. Jagged Little Pill-Alanis Morissette

17. Speak Now-Taylor Swift

18. American Heartbreak-Zach Bryan

19. Healer-Grouplove

20. Heard it in a Past Life-Maggie Rogers

21. Stick Season-Noah Kahan

22. One Thing at a Time-Morgan Wallen

23. A Dotted Line-Nickel Creek

24. Evermore-Taylor Swift

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notmanagingmymischief · 2 years

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𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 "𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠" 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

Okay soooo I watch THWACIIW today and I've gotta say, I never expected to write for a member of the Holy Trinity again, and if I were to do so I DEFINITELY didn't think it would be Cate.

But also, ✨her✨

warnings: nothing in particular

enjoy xx

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The house is rather empty, as usual, when you welcome yourself inside as you were told to do years ago. Jonathan had been more than hospitable when you had moved in, and you, ever the curious one, had immediately taken to him and his whimsical home. And henceforth his whimsical neighbor. Mrs. Zimmerman Florence, the grey-haired, purple infatuated anomaly whose house resided directly beside Jonathan's. Though it seemed that she spent a great deal of time at his rather than her own residence, which meant that you--also spending your free time in the House--had meetings rather often. At first you hadn't gotten along at all; Florence was too prim and proper for you and criticized nearly your every move and aspect. You thought she was stiff and boring, she thought you were too wild.

But, eventually and through what must have been some sort of miracle--also known as Jonathan--you were forced into a lengthy conversation and the two of you realized that, although you had your (many) differences, you also were somewhat similar. From there you and Florence's meetings had been more amiable, less stiff and rude. Now, like her and her eccentric neighbor, your insults were casual and playful. "Mornin' Florence. Looking just as withered as ever." "Good morning y/n, you cocky prude," etcetera. So as you walk further inside, stopping a moment to play with Chair, you're not anxious about the possibility of running into the woman. Well, perhaps you're a little bit anxious. See, once you started calling Florence a friend, you'd eventually found a point beyond friendship. You yourself, of course. Not her, oh no--never her. Florence would never feel such things, especially not for you. Still, seeing her sometimes puts butterflies in your chest, the constant ticking of a clock reverberating inside your ears louder than normal, like a heartbeat.

Your shoes click on the hardwood floor of Jonathan's study, eyes glimpsing the locked cabinet on the wall and looking away just as fast, moving onto the bookshelf. You approach it casually and pick a random tome out of it's position, flipping it open to an equally random page. It's filled with runes and Latin words that you can't decipher or understand, so you put it away with a huff, turning instead to go look for something to do. However you stop short at the silhouette of a familiar tall woman. A smile plays on your lips as you meet her eyes, unamused, and greet her happily. "Evening Florence!" She nods silently and walks inside the room, barely sparing you a glance even as you stare at her, eyes tracking her every move. She arrives in front of a bookcase the opposite of you, skimming the spines momentarily before delicately pulling it out and floating--though not literally--over to the sofa, settling down and opening it to a page somewhere in the middle. Finally you snap out of it, once she retrieved something from the side table and set it down absently in front of her, glass clinking against glass.

It's a bottle of wine, and a single crystal glass. Your attention back on her, you quirk a brow and question "What, was it too much effort for your grandma arms to bring another glass?" it earns you a playfully offended scoff and she looks up at you with an equally playful glare. "Would you like some, y/n?" "Yes please," you reply with a nod, but the smirk that pulls on her lips implies betrayal. And then she pulls out the "Get your own," making you sigh dramatically. "So mean, Florence!" Florence rolls her eyes, pouring herself a glass and pushing the bottle away as she casually states "Don't pout, darling. It's unbecoming and unattractive." She then brings crystal to delicate lips that wrap around the edge of the vessel even as dark eyes remain laser focused on her book. You find yourself unable to look away as the deep crimson liquid disappears into her mouth, and stains her lip slightly pink before a gentle tongue sweeps over the area and it's pale yet again. Your breath catches, the wine is swallowed, and glass is returned to her side.

The clink brings your attention to it, and then immediately back to Florence. A wicked idea flickers through your mind and you walk to her, easily picking up and inspecting the wine bottle, humming neutrally at what you find before setting it back down and looking to the witch at your right. She glances up, feeling your stare, and lifts a perfect brow in silent question. The smirk you wear sets her on edge, and she fights the urge to lean away as you bend towards her by the waist. "If you won't let me taste the wine from the bottle, then I suppose I just have to get it some other way, hmm?" You're practically purring, and Florence does her best to repress the electric magic that sparks across her skin at the sound. Trying to keep her confidence up, she replies "And what, pray tell, might you mean by that? Hopefully not another one of your ridiculous metaph--mmph!" In moments, faster than a heartbeat and easier than a breath, you've gathered your courage and pushed yourself forward, bringing your lips to hers.

With eyes squeezed firmly shut, the longer it takes for Florence to react the more confidence trickles out of your body. But just as you're about to pull away and either apologize or flee, slim fingers fist in your shirt collar and pull you down further with a little groan that, if questioned, Florence would deny making vehemently. It's a pleasant surprise that you don't waste time in taking advantage of, tipping her head up a tad and pressing your tongue past loose lips. And finally you taste it; bitterly sweet, a multitude of different flavor explode on your tongue. Cherry, cranberry. Some sort of spice, maybe? Either way, it's completely magical and charged with what can only be described as her. Tangy with a hint of oranges and bright summer sun. It kisses your face and bathes you in warmth, sends shivers down your spine, fills you with butterflies. A sweeping tide, caressing the shore like a lover; stars reaching to touch the moon.

Florence lets out one last little noise just as you drag your tongue along her teeth—perfectly straight, of course—and pull away. Voice verging in breathless, the woman stutters “That—you can’t just—please do that again.” With a sharp laugh you slip onto the ground at her feet and pull her back to your lips with a smug “As you wish.”

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