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Alexandros Yiotopoulos returns to Korydallos prisons after his parole order was revoked on May 21 Alexandros Yiotopoulos returned to Korydallos prisons on Monday afternoon (15/6) after the annulment of the decision of the Piraeus Appeals Council, by which he had been released. Sentenced to 17 life sentences as the leader of the “17 November” terrorist organization, shortly after 18:00 in the…

Idk why but lark wanted to have this be something... i know he used to have to fight a lot but i think the fact that it doesn't speak is... important in some way. also uhhhhhhhh no i wont but i think he thinks that about themself which is sad in a way. interesting.

A lil drabble I wrote for these legends cause they’ve brought my love for soaps back 🖤

The way he looks at her has my heart ♥️

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The rhythmic sound of the heart monitor was all that could be heard. I felt my hair being softly stroked and I knew the smell before I even opened my eyes… Not the man I wanted next to me. “I’ll kill him. Mark and that Grant. You should have never been caught in the crossfire of the Mitchell’s dealings.” The thing was I knew he wouldn’t… Peter wouldn’t defend me like that, he’d just want me to let it go, stay out of it and go to the police and for a while I probably would have. But for the first time in a long time I felt so alive, so seen. I was no longer just Lauren Branning the alcoholic, or Lauren Beale the housewife. I had a purpose again, I wasn’t just a ticking time bomb that everyone waited to see screw up. Mark seen me as an actual woman, made me feel attractive again, didn’t write me off on the sheer chance I’d pick up a drink or a pill. I didn’t want to go to the police, grass him and his dad in or let uncle Jack take them and find another reason to go after the Mitchell’s. I wanted the thrill to carry on, I wanted more chaos but more than anything I wanted to feel like Lauren again… The old me, not being on the drink but the one who had fun, who didn’t just choose safe, who chose messy and didn’t care. The girl who let her heart lead way before her head got in the mix. And for the first time I felt like I could be her, not for Mark but for myself. I guess it was time to admit what everyone had already seen… I’m more like my dad than I’d like to admit.

“I want a divorce Peter.” Words I should have uttered a long time ago, because even before we got married we were dragging a dead horse hoping for a miracle. There was a time I loved Peter, I can’t say I didn’t once but truthfully I haven’t for a long time. I thought I was broken, that this was just all my scars catching up with me, that I wouldn’t ever feel properly alive again, properly seen but I do. For the first time in years I was so sure of my decision, as sad as I was for Peter because I know he loves me. He has tried time and time again to keep me safe I have reached a point where I don’t want to be wrapped up in cotton wool anymore, I want to be able to do what I want again. I want to not have to worry that I won’t be the perfect Beale housewife.

I left the hospital that night, with broken ribs joined by bruises and cuts to my face but nevertheless I left, Abs didn’t get that chance so no matter how many times I’m in this situation I don’t think I’ll ever take it for granted again. My legs carried me to the one place I didn’t expect though truthfully I think it’s exactly where I need to be, I stood by the door watching him working on a car with his music blaring clearly lost in his own world. “He’s not a bad person you know. As soon as he realised you were working he tried to stop it, it was only supposed to be do some damage to get everyone off his and his dads back. Nobody was supposed to get hurt Lauren, least of all you. Don’t write him off just because he’s made some mistakes in keeping everything afloat. I truly think he cares for you.” I felt Sam’s hand on my shoulder an act of comfort after her words though truthfully I already knew that, I already knew he cared. He’s the only one to see me in this square, he was the first person I thought of when I opened my eyes and the only one I wanted.