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bowl-frog · 10 months
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"jaskier is top!"
"no! radovid is top!"
Girl they are both rolling around on the floor having the time of their life's like the switches they are🤭😫❤️
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spinxeret · 11 months
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+ @buglesgirlfriday asked: i was gone for less than two hours. what happened?
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+ Oh , boy, this was gonna be FUN to explain . It wasn't a SECRET that her methods for getting ahold of information for her stories was a little more HANDS ON than most of the other people in the office . Sometimes it was quick and PAINLESS , other times she'd definitely been sticking her NECK out for the sake of the story . Tonight had been somewhere closer to the LATTER than anything else . Making sure the TASER she carried was shoved deep in her bag , Mary Jane wasn't looking forward to THIS conversation .
" I ran into a little bit of TROUBLE . That's all . Nothing major, Betty, I promise . "
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tracksdowna · 1 year
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@buglesgirlfriday, betty: ❝ i haven't heard your voice for a whole year. ❞
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❝ are my letters not enough for you, miss brant? ❞ voice is low — raspy and tired, sandpaper against the eardrum for most, a slow drawl that would make your skin crawl. but not her, not to betty. lopsided smile brightens a pale and sweaty face, ❝ i've missed you too, birdie, ❞ he manages to sit up more, despite the protesting pangs of his body, almost looming as they hunch over table separating the two. well, more like three feet of air, two inches of bulletproof glass, dozens of guards, and a murder charge that betty hasn't brought up yet for some reason.
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❝ been a helluva year, darlin', but look at yer'self, ❞ head tilts as dark, sunken eyes stares at the reporter with a warmth that would rival the sun above them, ❝ city editor — i like to circle that part of yer' byline now, the boys joke about how i'm gonna make a nest out of the newspapers i keep, ❞ teeth glisten in a weak laugh that shifts into a coughing fit halfway through. can't let her know how bad things are in here, she's got enough to worry about in this city. ❝ y'know, if i keep up with this 'good behavior' streak they said i could maybe have more visits in the future... it'd be nice if we could make this less of an annual thing an' maybe more of a monthly thing. ❞
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clochanamarc · 10 months
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@buglesgirlfriday asked: it's so great seeing you do what you love.
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" babe, babe, you don't understand, this is... " the jetlag is going to have her flattened against the pavement in the next twenty minutes, but right now, the power of espresso and basil leaves keeps aisling surging through the farmers' market that crowds the sicilian streets. one hand holds betty's, fingers linked, guiding her eagerly from one vibrant array of glistening vegetables to another assortment of freshly carved cheeses. to say that she's excited is a woeful understatement. in every piercing smell and cheery shout lies a new promise of an exciting gift. they have numerous tourist spots highlighted for the coming weeks, but aisling would happily stay right here, surrounded by a maze of tables and aprons and barrels, and find no tedium in her surroundings for years to come.
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" this is the real parmesan! not the american sort, not the irish sort, but the real, proper, authentic stuff! and that basil! it's purely organic! no additives, no chemicals, just the sun and water and good soil! babe, if we took those tomatoes, a few balls of the mozzarella, some flour, the olive oil... we could do a proper pizza! is there a pizza oven at the hotel? oh, oh, there's salami over there! come on! "
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nursc · 11 months
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@buglesgirlfriday asked: this is literally how every best friend dies in a horror movie.
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It was so not the point. It so wasn't, and really, she should be focusing on the horror movie aspects of their current adventure, but Betty's words flip a switch inside her brain and for a moment, she completely forgets about everything else that is going on, and focuses entirely on the words 'best friend'.
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❛⠀⠀⠀I'm your best friend?⠀⠀ ⠀ ❜
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‘𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘’ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈.
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arachnidiots-a · 8 months
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📐 + betty is 5'7"
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nursc-a2 · 1 year
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 ❛       Betty, when you said:   hey, wanna meet up and go out, I was thinking we were going to go to the park, or a movie, or, I don’t know, have some drinks or something.      ❜     ducking into a trashcan behind the reporter, Christine pursed her lips.    ❛     Not follow a crooked politician!      ❜
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@buglesgirlfriday​     •        starter call. 
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bailesona · 1 year
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Pineapple on pizza, yes or no?
we've got seventeen different answers here so i'm popping these beneath the cut!
STANLEY: yes. not always, but when he met richard, he decided to woo him through powerful feelings of exasperation and annoyance. thus, he began to train himself to enjoy the very thing that richard loathed above all else. at first, a single shred of pineapple on a wide slice. then two. three. weeks became months. and finally, on his first date with richard, he took him to a pizzeria, asked for extra pineapple, and looked him dead in the eye as he mechanically consumed every single fruity slice. he actively enjoys it now. but it was a work of endurance and stubbornness.
RICHARD: absolutely not. he loathes the stuff. the smell of it alone is enough to drive him crazy. but stanley did such a convincing job of persuading him that he enjoyed the topping, that when richard stayed over the first time, he ended up eating three slices of pineapple and mushroom so as not to offend his love. it was at this point that they learned he had a mild allergy to the stuff, however, and he had to wear a face mask for three weeks while the rash faded.
NATE: yes. he doesn't even like pizza, but he'll eat it with pineapple just to piss off renée and ramsay.
HENRI: yes. he'll lecture the planet on the importance and diversity of a contrasting flavor profile, the distinct tastes, the sweetness against the salty cheese, and it's honestly no secret that he enjoys that lecture far more than he does the actual topping.
ETIENNE: he'll eat it to avoid henri's lecture. it's not a yes nor a no; it's his "i don't care" moment.
RENÉE: nope. she'll argue with henri until the cows come home, and she has been known to break up with people over this very subject. pineapple has NO PLACE on a pizza, and she's revolted that you'd even consider it to be a valid question in 2023.
RAMSAY: listen. he's open-minded as hell. he adds ingredients with gusto and a lack of care for the social norms and dictations of the culinary gods. but pineapple doesn't belong on a pizza. he once dated a guy for three months, nearly moved to chile to open a restaurant with him, only to end things after he learned that a pizza order hadn't been confused nor mixed up; no. the man of his arguable dreams actually, genuinely, truly liked pineapple on pizza.
LEMON: yep. food is food. he has no time nor respect for this argument. if you want to devote your time and energy to the true enemy of the humble pizza, he thinks we all need to be studying the people who add sweetcorn to their pizza. they're diesels. through and through.
DANNY: no. fruit belongs either in a bowl or in a jam jar. he doesn't understand how anyone can look at a pineapple, look at a pizza, and decide to be the kind of unapologetically chaotic moron who'd combine them and doom the planet to an eternal debate on the matter.
VICTOR: yes. but selectively. he eats it because his biological mother ate it, and so he only really eats it when he's feeling nostalgic. or if the pizzeria on fifth is making it. they add a chilli powder that really just pops the entire slice just right.
ELI: yes. but only because of victor, and only when victor eats it. victor seems to enjoy their monthly pineapple pizza nights, and eli'd rather smash up his computer than be responsible for his brother's unhappiness.
TIM: no. pineapple is nice. hell, pineapple is GREAT in a cake, or in a mousse, or even in a fruit salad. but pizza is not a good medium for pineapple. let them continue their blissful existence alone. some combinations are not designed for human consumption, and pineapple on pizza is one of them.
TINA: she'll eat it, but not if she can help it. no. mushroom and jalapeno, on the other hand...
ELENA: yes. but it has to be on an extra thin gluten-free cauliflower crust, mozzarella cheese, pesto sauce, and extra bell pepper. fail to provide any of the above and she will not touch it.
SAM: yes. but it has to be a similarly specific condition to elena, although for purely chaotic reasons. extra pineapple, twice as many olives, no cheese, extra sauce, on a dark crust.
GABRIELA: no. she'll pick off the pineapple and hide it in a napkin to spare any feelings, but she will absolutely not eat the pineapple if she can help it at all.
ANDREW: no. he won't pick it off, either. the pizza is ruined now. the pineapple has contaminated it. he'll eat garlic bread and chicken wings instead.
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elencr · 1 year
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ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚    ―      ㅤ‘ ELLIE’S BIRTHDAY ’   | STARTER CALL !
                                             @buglesgirlfriday​
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* .  ♡          it was the one day of the year where ellie knew that she could be at least a little bit selfish. when ellie was younger so used to hate sharing her birthday with a holiday. the way she would only get a couple of presents, while her friends would get two lots throughout the year, but as she got older - the more she leaned in to it. her entire personality became about christmas, december, the summer ! before she moved to new york, she always wanted to know what a white christmas and birthday would feel like. ellie also found out that people usually were a lot more nicer when they found out. “ you didn’t have to bring me a present, betty. ” ellie exclaimed as she let the other woman into her home. throwing the biggest joint christmas party had become a staple in her home over the last couple of years. it was really meant to be a celebration for everyone, friends, family, coworkers !
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wingfell · 2 years
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@buglesgirlfriday asked: 𝄞 - For a small playlist (3-5 songs/pieces) of what the muse likes to listen to, or would like to listen to. 
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stcrlght · 2 years
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she’s   tucked   herself   away   in   the   corner   of   the   tavern   in   the   hope   she’ll   get   a   small   SHRED   of   peace  ,   but   it’s   not   going   too   well   for   her  .    her   crew-mates    are   just   as   rowdy   as   ever  ,   making   the   most   out   of   their   time   back   on   LAND  ;   drinking   and   singing   away   as   they   attempt   to   coax   the   barmaids   into   dancing   with   them  .    she’s   smiling  ,   though  ,   watching   with   BRIGHT   eyes   as   she   sips   at   her   drink ,    glancing   around   the   room   until   ....   no  .   it   couldn’t   be  .
she   looks   so   DIFFERENT   from   the   other   year  ,   when   she   first   crossed   the   wall  ,  but   juliet   can   still   tell   that   it’s   her   old   friend  .    she   watches   her   for   a   moment   before   eventually   deciding   to   approach  ,   pushing   her   way   through   the   crowds   of   people   until   she   can   eventually   reach   her  .    “  betty  ?  is   that   really  you  ?  ”   she   calls   out   to   her  ,   raising   her   VOICE   so   that   she   can   be   heard   over   all   the   other   noise  .     “  what   are   you   doing   here  ?  ”
☆ :    @buglesgirlfriday​​  ,   STARTER   CALL  .
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soughtfaith · 2 years
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❝  sorry,  you  said  you  need  WHAT,  from  me?  ❞    she  stops  walking  to  face  the  other  woman,  a  very  confused  look  on  her  face.  
@buglesgirlfriday​    -    [  SC.  ]
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sontse · 2 years
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eyes close briefly, the soothing balm of soft citrus enveloping her mouth & for a moment she’s miles away  —  just her in a forest with no target on her back. nothing but the heat of the cup in her hand,  the echo throughout the trees,  a distant bird sounding from somewhere above. it’s only when she hears @buglesgirlfriday​ ask a question that she’s pulled from the fantasy, her eyelids fluttering open with a curious look casting upon the brunette, the scene set around them that of the other’s home rather than the cozy wood clearing alina had escaped to. “ hm, sorry  —   what was that? ” 
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arachnidiots-a · 1 year
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What’s the lie your character says most often? for both?
WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS
both of them probably lie the most about their own well being. it's an unfortunate yet very real thing that they do. they insist they're good, they're warm, they're fed, and they're okay.
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nurturesmind · 2 years
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        “not to make myself sound like the black sheep   or anything, but i don’t think i’m the bridgerton you want to be interviewing for some scoop on the family business.  i’m not very involved, unfortunately.”  well, it wasn’t really unfortunate, at least not to her.  eloise made it clear early on that her eventual career would take place elsewhere; though come to think of it, not a lot of them were as involved as one would expect from a family business.  “i don’t think there’s much i can tell you.”
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@buglesgirlfriday​ !     modern au starter call.
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bailesona · 1 year
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“  betty,  good  to  see  ya!  come  on  in,  aisling  just  stepped  out  to  get  some  cranberry  sauce,  she  should  be  back  soon.  “          he  tried,  at  least  briefly,  to  tell  her  that  no  store  in  the  city  would  have  so  much  as  a  shot  glass  of  cranberry  juice  left  in  stock  tonight,  but  she  seemed  committed.  and  hell,  if  he  can’t  let  aisling  chase  a  crazy  cranberry  sauce  dream  on  a  night  like  this,  then  when  can  he?  for  now,  he  holds  out  his  hand  to  take  her  coat,  stepping  back  to  let  her  into  the  toasty  apartment.  a  bowl  of  hot  mulled  wine  sits  on  the  counter,  with  just  two  cups  remaining,  the  spiced  scent  of  heated  fruits  struggling  to  make  themselves  known  above  the  rich  aroma  of  gravy,  sizzling  bacon,  and  honeyed  carrots.  his  sole  contribution  to  the  evening  sits  in  a  wide  bucket  by  the  window,  nestled  around  frosty  bottles  of  soda  and  chocolate  milk,  and  he  reaches  down  to  collect  a  glass  and  scoop  several  cubes  into  it,  offering  it  to  the  journalist  with  an  encouraging  nod.          “  make  yourself  at  home,  okay?  and  i  know  you  know  where  everything  is,  but  renée  and  henri  got  into  a  fight,  so  they  swapped  everything  around  the  place.  i  can  only  say  for  certain  that  the  mustard,  as  of  ten  minutes  ago,  was  in  the  bread  bin.  after  that,  you’re  on  your  own.  “
@buglesgirlfriday​ liked THIS POST for a family holiday dinner thread! ( nate opened the door but i’m leaving the locations of the other muses in the tags! )
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