Alexandra (@alexandra_nx)
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Take Padmé Amidala, for example, whom I trusted to craft her own tragedy, and so she did. Even the virtuous will compromise their ethics in moments of fear. The question is never if they will betray themselves, but when, and how soon. Thus, a life spent fighting tyranny still launched an empire; how ironic that the legacy of the Republic's greatest champion would be my reign.
From "Then Fall, Sidious" by Olivie Blake in From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi
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They’ll be coming for Queen Alexandra’s photoshopping next.
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Alexandra (ig - alexandra_nx)
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Alexandra Daddario, and her phenomenal chest.
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Roy and the rest of his entourage arrive about forty minutes later in a black seven-seater SUV that he has leased for the weekend. The triplets tumble out and immediately start tearing around the garden with Brutus in good-natured pursuit, while Angus disappears into Jared’s room, presumably to play video games. Saffron lurks by the front door while Roy and Joël indulge in their ritualistic let’s- pretend- to- give-each- other- shit routine and Anya exclaims and coos over Alice, while Anita smiles without showing her teeth. Anya finally stops swooning over Alice long enough to notice Saffron, and to Saffron’s alarm and secret delight bounds over to her and envelops her in a hug.
“Saffy!“ she says. “Oh my God, I’m sooooo hung over. Help me!”
“I just made coffee,” says Saffron. “Would you like some?”
“Yes! You’re literally a life saver,” says Anya, then leans forward to whisper in her ear. “Let’s go and drink it somewhere private so you can tell me everything that’s been happening with that married man of yours. Yeah?”
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