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look for the name NADEZHDA (requested by anonymous) | simone rocha sheer tulle frill cascade cape dress w/ faux fur trim (a/w 2o24), { beauty } fairy faces backstage @ christian dior couture s/s 2o17, harlot hands "caroline" white and pink beaded freshwater pearls necklace, antonio maretti "slumber party" eau de parfum (cream, vanilla, benzoin, caramel, chocolate, brown sugar, musk, praline), sandy liang mary jane pointe shoes in ballet satin
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i wish i could watch the americans for the first time again.
Time is a river, or so they say in almost every world where time runs in a linear fashion and not in awkward, disconnected pools of causality that may or may not remain the same from day to day: time is a river, and like all rivers, it runs where it wishes, and cannot be stopped. Our time together is never as long as we would like, and so we must now move downstream perhaps more quickly than we would like. It is a pleasant thing, to linger in currents clean and clear, where we know nothing will hurt us. Sometimes, though, the fishing is better where the water moves more quickly. Sometimes, we must move on.
Seanan McGuire, Adrift in Currents Clean and Clear
@valourie: "Umma? I didn't know you were back... is this a Marauders thing, or are we finally going to get that beachfront property and fuck off from this orgy island?"
“The former, unfortunately. Not to mention the chances of finding beachfront property that hasn’t already been claimed and at a reasonable price is proving to be quite difficult.” Kwannon gathered up a pair of sheathed daggers and tossed it to the other woman. “Unless you’d like to stay here and partake in the ‘festivities’?”
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February 26, 1869: Birthday of Soviet Communist revolutionary Nadezhda Krupskaya
Krupskaya founded the Soviet educational system and librarianship, created the Socialist Union of Working Youth, the Komsomol, and the Pioneer organization, and wrote on the topic of the emancipation of women. She was also married to Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.
“To build socialism means not only building gigantic factories and flour mills. This is essential but not enough for building socialism. People must grow in mind and heart. And on the basis of this individual growth of each in our conditions a new type of mighty socialist collective will in the long run be formed, where "I" and "we" will merge into one inseparable whole. Such a collective can only develop on the basis of profound ideological solidarity and an equally profound emotional rapprochement, mutual understanding. And here, art, and literature in particular, can play a quite exceptional role.” - N. Krupskaya
Gwynynn Locke - One Shot - March 20, 2021
A/N: Gwynynn Locke and Nadezhda (Nadya) Rosenthorne are my OCs from an RP I'm writing with two other friends. I'm going to start posting snippets and one shots because i'm not sure if they'll ever be used in the actual RP we're writing.
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Gwynynn looks at Nadya like she's the last star in the sky, like she's the last drop of water on barren land. She looks at her like her heart is on her outsides and walking around as a person. She knows what this is, she knows what this means. Be damned, the consequences. Gwynynn takes hold of Nadya's hand and pulls her closer to her chest, staring into her eyes, being swallowed whole by the depths of her gaze. She knows that Nadya needs to hear it, needs to hear the words straight from her mouth. She needs to know how Gwynynn feels, in this very moment, and she doesn't want to fuck this up.
"Nadya.... I.....," Gwynynn closes her eyes against oncoming tears and takes a full breath, "Nadya, you leave me speechless at the best of times. But more than that, I DO love you, I'm in love with you, falling into depths that I know I'll drown in; a beautiful death it would be. I need you more than I need air, and..."
Nadya quickly stops Gwynynn with a smoldering kiss, one that makes every thought fade away, makes her shiver in ecstasy. "Shut up, idiot. You don't have to say anything, I know you love me. I know. I haven't made it easy for you lately and I am sorry. We'll get through this. Together."
Gwynynn touches her lips to Nadya's forehead gently. "So we're good? Because I meant every word." Nadya looks up at her and smiles. Instead of saying anything she leads Gwynynn to her bedroom window. "I love you too, you know. More than there are stars in the whole universe. I will love you even after every last star has burned out." Gwynynn softly cries and holds Nadya close. "You're even more poetic than I am. Everything about you..."
The full moon shines down on them both as they hold each other and they watch the stars twinkle for a little while before Nadya leads Gwynynn to bed.
Nadezhda in red by Alexander Mikhailenko
