i’m ngl, ever since that anon i just kinda haven’t wanted to be on this blog. & i sorta don’t see myself wanting to again. if i do end up writing effia anymore i’ll likely be moving her back to my multi, which i’ll post a link when/if i do. so i guess !! feel free to unfollow here if you wish-- sorry for the flip flopping from blog to blog. it wasn’t intended but u kno. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ you can find me around elsewhere. xo
John Banville, The Sea (via thequotejournals)
" No. Not yet. Not until we’ve gotten everything sorted out. “ determination is in his very being and this is a case he won’t let up. He won’t his pride won’t let him.
” Tell me what you told the other officer who was in here. “
“ i was in the WRONG PLACE at the WRONG TIME-- you’ve heard of bad luck haven’t you? “ accent, perfectly american, with an identity to match; ava walker, 27, nurse. “ his blood was on my hands because i did what i could to SAVE HIM-- i’m a nurse, call memorial hospital if you don’t believe me. the number is my wallet, on the backside of my hospital staff badge. “ a redirect number, they won’t get the hospital, but someone on the other end of the line will sure convince them it’s whom they're speaking to.
‘ sadness fucks me way too often. leaves at the SHORTEST of notice. flirts with my soul and takes that too. ‘
don’t look at her like that, it’s been an awful day and her fight with vasiliy is still ringing in her ears; when did being awful become so damned easy? and looking at effia now, it feels more like A MIRROR. vas is cruel and bitter, like yuliya. effia is proud and strong, like pasha. they were made by the wrong brother.
‘ want to get fucked up? ‘
she presents herself ever poised & stoic. sheer determination for a singular goal of bloody retribution encompassing her entire being. but effia is far from unfeeling. like the bite of cold that first hits your face in the morning; like stinging unfurling bloom of a bruise. she feels everyday. “ come. “ she takes the woman’s hand briefly to guide her, gentler than anyone has been afforded from vicious fists in years. “ i’ll show you what i do when i am low. “ it’s an admittance, even if not readily realized.
ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY SENTENCE MEME
possible spoilers.
aaron ashmore :>>>
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JACOB ORLOV was effia’s neighbor when her & neema moved into their small flat in penza. around the same age at the time, & with little other children in their building, they grew close & fairly inseparable quickly. jacob’s mother was a third grade teacher & his father in the russian armed forces, the house hold was fairly strict & there were a lot of expectations for his success. they wanted him to be bigger, better, a doctor ! a military man like his father ! but what he really enjoyed the most was writing. letting his mind wander through worlds & people unlike he’d ever dreamed. effia’s love for literature ( & her subsequent job at the small book store ) steamed from him, often getting readings of his short stories.
effia hasn’t seen him nor made contact with him since her mothers murder but she has checked up on him. he now runs the bookstore, has a girlfriend. a quiet simple life that she doesn’t want to ruin.
evan rachel wood
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ROWAN ‘ BUTCHER ‘ STROUD is arguably the most dangerous thing to come out of scotland besides the piercing air of bagpipes. she grew up on a farm with her father, mother & three brothers. being the YOUNGEST generally meant a hefty spoiling; being PROTECTED by big brothers from all harm. but it was quick everyone learned rowan didn’t need it. she kept up with her older brothers despite age gap & eventually went on, in line, helping their father in his butcher shop. no one took much notice, how much of a knack rowan had for slicing into flesh & tendons– quick, (eerily) PRECISE.
it came in handy one night– a GANG collecting what they called taxes came into her fathers shop demanding money or else. when her father didn’t pay up they started to beat him. rowan took a swift cleaver to both of them, saving her fathers life but uprooting her own in the process. her father couldn’t believe what he just saw his daughter do, it wasn’t a THANKFUL scene next. it was was a renouncing one. he disowned her. called her a monster & told her to leave.
so she did.
rowan works as a freelancer now– REFUSING to be tied or bossed around by any sort of organization or gang. her reputation of gruesome & gore alone perpetuating her pay well enough.
she’ll come around the volkov’s club when she’s in russias neck of the woods– likes the drinks, music & swapping manly stories with the equally dangerous company it houses. she also plays a pretty mean hand of poker.
effia’s interactions with her have been pleasant thus far, rowan often trying to (drunkenly) goad her into LEAVING the volkov’s rules & freelancing like herself. the stories & advice she gave would later help effia greatly down the line.
SHE’S SO MEAN, matchbox twenty
RUSTLING in rooms that are supposed to be empty would stiffen anyone's shoulders to alert. but most people probably wouldn’t check on said noises with a blade drawn; & the deadly knowledge on just how to use it. door is flung open, stance ready for whatever may be on the other side. subsequent reaction little more than a subtle squint of her eyes, upward twitch of her brows. no apology is given for the dramatic intrusion-- or the knife. “ . . . i didn’t know you were STILL here. “ ( @purrsuasion || sc. )
