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Rosalie

09/20/2021 09:21 AM 

Rosalie A. Watson [HP]

.:|Characteristics|:. Full name of Character: Rosalie Ashley WatsonNickname: Rose (friends); Rosie (family/boyfriend); PrincessRace: CaucasianBlood: Pure-BloodOccupation: Trainee HealerSocial class: Upper ClassSexual Orientation: DemisexualRomantic Orientation: Heteroromantic .:|Physical Appearance|:. Age: 22Eye Color: BlueGlasses or contacts?: BothHair color, length and style: Waist-length blonde hair, mostly down or in a ponytailWeight and height: 154.3 pounds (70kg) and 5 feet 0 inches (152.4 cm)Type of body (build): Slender and CurvyShape of face: Heart-shapedDistinguishing marks: Freckles, DimplesIs she healthy?: Yes .:|Favorites|:. Character’s favorite color: Red, Black, Light BlueLeast favorite color: Yellow, Orange, Puke GreenFood: Pizza, Sushi, SpaghettiMode of transport: Biking, Walking, Car .:|Personality|:. Habits: Biting her nails, Banging her electronics when she gets frustrated, Drinking tea/Starbucks, Swearing, Emotional Shopper, TappingGreatest Strength: CreativityGreatest Weakness: Self-CriticismSoft spot: Her children/catsIs their soft spot obvious, why/why not: Its obvious because she will always put her children/cats first above all else.Biggest Vulnerability: Her family and Draco MalfoyMost at ease when: She’s at home with her family or spending time with Draco Malfoy, her best friend.Most ill at ease when: She’s around a**holes and douche-bags.Priorities: Equality, Family, Love, Happiness, Friends, SuccessHow they feel about themselves: There are some days where she’s really proud and loves herself, but there are other days where she absolutely despises who she is. .:|Background|:. Hometown: London, EnglandType of childhood: LovedFirst Memory: Sneezing out bubblesEducation: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and WizardryHouse: SlytherinWand: Redwood with a dragon heartstring core, 10.25” and pliant flexibilityPatronus: Russian Blue Cat .:|Traits|:. Optimist or pessimist?: OptimistIntrovert or extrovert?: ExtrovertDrives and motives: Family, Kindness, LoveGood characteristics: Sweet, Kind, Caring, Loving, Down to EarthCharacter flaws: Shy around the people that she loves, Will do anything and everything for her children/cats, Quiet, Moody.Mannerisms: Friendly, Kind, Adoring.

roleplay, bio, harry potter, draco malfoy

Rosalie

09/20/2021 09:29 AM 

Rosalie A. Watson

.:|Characteristics|:. Full name of Character: Rosalie Ashley WatsonNickname: Rose (friends); Rosie (family/boyfriend); PrincessRace: CaucasianOccupation: Waitress/Hostess of high-end restaurantSocial class: Upper to Middle ClassSexual Orientation: DemisexualRomantic Orientation: Heteroromantic .:|Physical Appearance|:. Age: 22Eye Color: BlueGlasses or contacts?: BothHair color, length and style: Waist-length blonde hair, mostly down or in a ponytailWeight and height: 154.3 pounds (70kg) and 5 feet 0 inches (152.4 cm)Type of body (build): Slender and CurvyShape of face: Heart-shapedDistinguishing marks: Freckles, DimplesIs she healthy?: Yes .:|Favorites|:. Character’s favorite color: Red, Black, Light BlueLeast favorite color: Yellow, Orange, Puke GreenFood: Pizza, Sushi, SpaghettiMode of transport: Biking, Walking, Car .:|Personality|:. Habits: Biting her nails, Banging her electronics when she gets frustrated, Drinking tea/Starbucks, Swearing, Emotional Shopper, TappingGreatest Strength: CreativityGreatest Weakness: Self-CriticismSoft spot: Her children/catsIs their soft spot obvious, why/why not: Its obvious because she will always put her children/cats first above all else.Biggest Vulnerability: Her familyMost at ease when: She’s at home with her family.Most ill at ease when: She’s around a**holes and douche-bags.Priorities: Equality, Family, Love, Happiness, Friends, SuccessHow they feel about themselves: There are some days where she’s really proud and loves herself, but there are other days where she absolutely despises who she is. .:|Background|:. Hometown: Souderton, PennsylvaniaType of childhood: LovedFirst Memory: SwimmingEducation: High schoolReligion: Catholic .:|Traits|:. Optimist or pessimist?: OptimistIntrovert or extrovert?: ExtrovertDrives and motives: Family, Kindness, LoveGood characteristics: Sweet, Kind, Caring, Loving, Down to EarthCharacter flaws: Shy around the people that she loves, Will do anything and everything for her children/cats, Quiet, Moody.Mannerisms: Friendly, Kind, Adoring.

roleplay, bio

Rosalie

09/20/2021 09:10 AM 

My RP Rules

These rules are probably going to be ignored by anyone and everyone.  .:RULE 1:. I will NOT be adding anyone who just has "One-Liner" in Length because I HATE One Liners. That includes no text talk and using " - " and " * " for actions or speaking. Must be a Paragraph at LEAST. Multi-Para is accepted whole-heartedly with me.Proper grammar and spelling required to be my roleplaying partner.*I will only add English speaking people.* .:RULE 2:. If you hassle me (whether it's through Comments or DMs EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY), I will delete you. However, if I had seen what you had written and I forgot, then I will not delete you. I am a human being that can forget things. .:RULE 3:. If you already started to roleplay with me and find me annoying, I'm deleting you. If you had discussed a romance roleplay with me, but go and get a girlfriend/boyfriend before we actually start roleplaying. Then I will delete and block you. I don't care. I'm not dealing with people like that. Nothing else to it. .:RULE 4:. If I send you a request or if you send me one and I accept, don't treat me as a number. I will delete you and never add you again. I came here to roleplay and, maybe, make friends. I didn't come here to become somebody's friend number like Facebook. Either we roleplay/talk or I won't see you on my friend's list again.If you add, then YOU talk to me. I will talk to you if I sent the request to you.You have 3 days to message me. If I see that you haven't, then you're being removed. I won't delete you if I've seen that you haven't been online on your account for more than a day, BUT I will delete you if you've been offline for more than a month. .:RULE 5:. Do not EVER send me messages in character. It's annoying and just outright disrespectful for those who always talk out of character. If you do, then you're being removed. There will be some exceptions because that person is specifically an in-character account.This INCLUDES sending a starter without discussing roleplay plots with me. Mostly because I had a friend who got into drama without discussing. And the other girl said sh!t while lying about it. So, discussion BEFORE roleplaying. .:RULE 6:. I just want to have fun and no real life drama. I also have a life that requires me to work, eat, sleep, read, do arts and crafts and spend time with family on holidays. .:RULE 7:. If you don't like something about my starter or roleplay, please tell me. I want to make the roleplay as fun as possible for the both of us. .:RULE 8:. I will not roleplay as any canon character from any verse. I started out roleplaying as a canon character, but didn't stop hearing complaint after complaint of my portrayal of the characters.I won't add dumb people who are breaking the TOS on this site. That includes people's dumb usernames. .:RULE 9:. Any romantic relationships that I do are ROLEPLAY ONLY. To me, each relationship that I create with people, then it's their own separate universe from the one you have. If I say that I like you out of character, then that means that I'm interested in trying a real relationship with you. .:RULE 10:. No god-modding, please? God-modding is "taking control of another player's character during roleplay." It upsets me and very much annoys me. I created these characters for me to roleplay as. It takes the fun out of roleplaying in general. .:RULE 11:. I only roleplay 3rd person point of view. If you roleplay in first person, I'm okay with that. However, I won't roleplay in first person for you. .:RULE 12:. If you can't handle some words that comes out of a roleplay with me, then don't add me. Because you should learn the difference between ROLEPLAY and REALITY. .:RULE 13:. These are the roleplays I will NOT do: Asian, Crime, Gore, Horror, Mafia, Medical, Psychological, Science Fiction, Undead and Wrestling!These are the types of people I WON'T add: Dumbasses, Trans people, and fluent in all other languages other than English. .:RULE 14:. Do NOT criticize the way *I* roleplay *my* character. I will not tolerate it. You will be removed from my friends' list IMMEDIATELY. Why? Its MY character. Not YOURS. I don't criticize/ridicule anyone else's roleplaying style for THEIR character because its NOT mine. I EXPECT the same treatment.Don't like it, then remove me or never friend me. .:RULE 15:. If you can't pay attention to when I'm discussing plots (like, asking what characters I'll be using) and I said it during discussion. That just pisses me off. .:RULE 16:. If I've denied your request the first time, DO NOT KEEP SENDING ME A FRIEND REQUEST!!! There is a REASON why I'm denying your request. And if you send me a request THREE TIMES, I will GLADLY put your ass on blast and make sure EVERYONE knows how much of a pain in the ass you are. Because you can't take NO FOR AN ANSWER. ~Just sick of people not caring about anything.~

roleplay, rules

Lennon.

09/20/2021 07:35 PM 

stupid enough.

* this is a starter for Fergie / the beginning of a drabble series we're gonna work on - everything that follows said storyline is agreed upon by both writers and doesn't chagne our dynamic. pls don't be mean to him lolI didn’t think he would be stupid enough.To look me in the eyes, and tell me he loved me, all while pretending he wasn’t coming down from his high, or going through a withdrawal. I knew the signs. I was an addict, too. I know when he’s lying and I can tell by the look in his eye that he’s been using again.I just didn’t think he would be stupid enough to do it in our home, where I could find it.The baggy was hidden well enough that the naked eye could barely see it - tucked under a pile of clothes in the corner of the closet. The pile had been sitting there for weeks now, so maybe he assumed I wouldn’t have touched it. Can’t say I blame him though, it’s not like I was keeping up on the house chores. But I couldn’t stand the mess and wanted him to come home to a clean house, and so… I picked the pile up, and to the floor it fell.At first, my mind didn’t register what I was looking at. But I've seen enough dime bags full of white powder to know. Shaky fingers reach for the substance, holding the bag between my thumb and index, holding it away from me like it were going to explode in seconds. Just the sight alone made my stomach churn, and truthfully, I thought I was going to vomit all over the pile of clothes I had tucked against my chest.I didn’t think he would be stupid enough.I managed to make it to the washing machine without getting sick, but the uneasy feeling in my stomach doesn’t seem to settle once I finish cleaning. I don’t think it ever will, to be honest.My husband is a good man, but a stupid man at that. Maybe he just wasn’t thinking… that was logical, right? Maybe he just forgot that I lost my first husband to the same demon that sat upon his shoulder now. Or maybe he just didn’t care. About me, or Lilah, or Apollo. Maybe he was f***ing selfish and didn’t think about how it would affect me in the long run. As good of a man as Ferg was, he was f***ing stupid.Hours seemed to pass before he finally arrived home, and I tried so hard to hold my tongue, so hard to not pick a fight. But how could I not? He was bringing drugs into our home, where my babies could find them, and… who knows what would have happened then. I watch as he walks into our bedroom, straight to the closet before his shower. Typical.“Looking for something?” I ask. My fingers hold up the bag, and I can tell he wants to speak, but I stop him. “I’m going to speak, and you’re going to listen, and then we’ll go from there.” I toss the baggie onto the bed, watching as his eyes follow it. “I don’t know why you would be a f***ing idiot and bring this sh*t into my home, or why you thought I wouldn’t find out you were using again, but I’m really disappointed in you. Did you forget how Stone died, Ferg? Did you forget that he shoved a needle in his arm and f***ing died while doing the same thing you so desperately seem to need? What.. what if Lilah found it? Or Apollo? What would you have done if our f***ing babies ingested this sh*t and they died because YOU were careless. Do you not care about them? Or ME?”I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, eyes burning with the threat of tears. “How long have you been using?”Part of me didn’t want to know. I wanted to keep living my ‘perfect’ life with my ‘perfect’ husband and my ‘perfect’ family. But maybe that was the problem… Maybe I was just ignorant to think our life was anything but average. Maybe I was stupid for thinking we just suddenly recover from our addictions rather than fighting with the devil on our shoulders day in and day out.Sighing, my eyes search his face. “I.. I don’t want to lose you.” It was an admission I had made many times before, but none of those held up much meaning like they do now. Maybe this was the universe's way of giving me karma for not taking care of Stone when he needed me the most. Or maybe it just wanted to laugh in my face and kick me while I'm down.I couldn’t lose my husband.Not again… not like this.

Dante

09/20/2021 01:57 PM 

Fall writing Challenge

Standing on the ledge of the 18 storeys, not for the first time, Dante looked down into the empty alley way and wondered. Taking a big gulp from the bottle of whiskey, he continued to stare down into the empty abys and wondered if it were going to be tonight that he would learn how to fly if it were tonight that he would leave this life that he hated behind him the life that he had always known was going to kill him. He knew it when he was a kid, and he knew that he was signing his death certificate when he agreed to stay in his personal hell. He had never feared death, that was what made him a good soldier. He was never scared because he had already survived hell and he figured that whatever came next could not be worse than what he had to live with now.Dante edged closer to the ledge and took another long swig and let his memories drift to a happy time. Five years ago in Afghanistan, his commander wanted to do something different for the local children. He and his team had just moved in after the Americans had helped clear out a rat hole of extremists, and the locals had just started to trust them again. As Dante walked through the streets, he had to marvel at the ability of young children to adapt to their situations, no matter how bad it got for them, they always managed to laugh, and it made Dante wonder if he had ever been that carefree. But these children had reason to laugh because the joint task force, with the Americans, had decided to give the village a ‘fall celebration’. Even though it was September where the northern hemisphere would be welcoming Autumn, it was the wrong time of year in that part of the world to be celebrating the ‘fall’ season, that close to the equator, there were no seasons just the sun. But the soldiers were determined to give the children a little taste of the western world. Even though it had been 5 years since Dante had been home, he still remembered that the leaves on the trees would start to change colour, signalling a time that the natural world around them would be going into hibernation.Tearing his eyes off the children in the streets who were learning how to play football, Dante continued down the road that would lead him to the outskirts of the town were the Fall festival would be taking place that night. He passed a couple of tents, all of which were set up for a different activity, there was face painting, bobbing for Apples, different sized pumpkins that were going to be calved up and a little bit furth on, He could make out some crates that were being unloaded from a truck that was going to be their makeshift maze. Stopping at the centre of the Festival area, Dante draped his arm around the shoulders of a petite blonde who was supervising what would later be the bonfire, the woman that he would change the world for. Kissing the woman’s cheek, he whispered in her ear, ‘Wynter, why don’t we get out of here for an hour or two and take a tumble in the hey?”Shaking his head, Dante forced his memories back down into the deep pit that he kept anything to do with her, the only girl who he had ever loved and the only person he would even let break his heart. She was one of the reasons that he was back in the hell hole he had always hated. Maybe it was some sort of penance that made him come back to Halifax, that he was never able to save her. Shaking his head, he took another swig of the whiskey and looked down at the crumpled body. Shaking his head, Dante dropped the bottle and took a step back from the ledge, he didn’t even wait to see where the bottle landed, he just hoped that the scene he orchestrated looked believable, the drunk stumbled over the edge and fell to his death.  Walking down the stairs, Dante pulled his jacket tighter around his body and disappeared into the night. 

Mackenzie

09/20/2021 01:20 PM 

Task: This Or That.

1.) Flip flops or Bare feet2.) Cocktails or Smoothies 3.) Sunrise or Sunset 4.) Ocean or Pool5.) Atv or Bicycle6.) Pineapple or Coconut7.) Vacation or Staycation8.) Party or Relax9.) Ice cream or Iced Coffee10.) Snorkel or Surf 11.) Cool air or Poolside12.) Cruise ship or Flight13.) Bonfire or Barbecue14.) Sunnies or Hat15.) Watermelon or Strawberry16.) Lemonade or Sweet tea17.) Beach or Mountains 18.) Sleep in late or Get up early19.) Airbnb or Hotel20.) Local street food or Fancy restaurant21.) Backpackers or Resort22.) Oceanfront villa or Cozy cabin23.) Hot air balloon or Helicopter ride 24.) Have a plan or Go with the flow25.) Rooftop party or Beach party26.) Stargazing or Movie night27.) Warm Summer night or Early Summer morning28.) Dolphins or Sharks29.) Facial massage or Back massage30.) Nude beach or Clothed beach 

Mackenzie

09/20/2021 01:03 PM 

task: beach themed drink

TROPICAL MERMAID COCKTAILINGREDIENTS:4 oz coconut rum 2 oz Banana Rum1 oz blue Curacao 8 oz pineapple juice1/2 oz fresh lime juicelime slices, for garnishice cubesINSTRUCTIONS 1. To a pitcher, add the coconut rum and banana rum, pineapple juice, and lime juice. 2. Stir to combine.3. Top with Blue Curacao stir lightly 4. Fill serving glasses with ice cubes and a few lime slices.5. Top with mermaid cocktail mixture.6. Garnish glasses with a slice of lime.

Mackenzie

09/19/2021 11:03 PM 

spirit week task: stranded island moodboard

Frankie.

09/19/2021 10:06 PM 

AC 11: Side Effects

Being lost in the wilderness instilled an even greater fear of being alone in Frankie. The slightest sound she’s heard as of late has made her even more jumpy than before. She’s reminded by the cuts on her foot when one of them is hit just right. The dreams she has are almost regular, as if the dreams of her ex aren’t bad enough. Seeing everyone hurt or in a bad way and being unable to help has stayed with her. Despite her own injuries, although mostly cuts and being absolutely hungry, she helped everyone the best she could. The headaches were endless it seemed, along with the pain through her body. Initially the thought of being touched by anyone was absolutely terrifying to her. Once she made it home and realized that she was indeed safe, food was something she craved it seemed. She knew she had it but for a good while, she was sure she would never get it again. Hearing about Thatcher leaving made her angry and brought about feelings of uneasiness. In a sense, she also felt abandoned by someone that she had initially trusted. This resulted in her putting her walls up while she tries to figure out who she can trust. Again. She knew that Sophia could be trusted, but it seemed that every single man she trusted had just let her down. Frankie felt sad for Sophia because she knew Thatcher was someone that the woman had trusted; he had helped with Sanctum in the beginning. Frankie was sure she was not the only one who would have to work on trusting people again after this. They all, or at least the majority of them, had put their trust into Thatcher only for him to break it. She wasn’t sure how long the rebuilding process would take for her, but for most of her relationships she made here, she hoped that it would not take long.

cruel intentions.

09/19/2021 07:30 PM 

biography

fitzgerald james wolfe   FULL NAME | ETYMOLOGY: On his official certificate of birth, it states that his full name is Fitzgerald James Wolfe.| FITZGERALD (f(i)-tz-gerald, fit-zge-rald)  as a boy's name is of Old French and Old German origin, and the meaning of Fitzgerald is "son of the spear-ruler". JAMES ( ja-mes) this popular, traditional name has been found in the Bible, among British royalty and in the White House. No fewer than six US presidents—and six Scottish kings—have been named James. Its pop-culture cool is a direct descendant of James Bond and James Dean. It’s also in vogue as a fashionably trendy middle name for girls, less frequently as a first name. WOLFE (wol-fe) as a boy's name is of Old German origin, and the meaning of Wolfe is "wolf".   

𝐚 π₯𝐚 𝐠𝐒𝐠𝐒

09/19/2021 07:26 PM 

sanctum connections,

morgan:raven:vincent:laine:blair:georgia:eloise:atarah:dillan:zoe:ben:mick:frankie:alessana:anton:aurora:ava:astra:cameron:carter:devin:jack:jordan:lateef.lenny:lily:mandi:roman:ryan:valerie: 

cruel intentions.

09/19/2021 07:13 PM 

the teacher ( coming soon )

 

πšπšŽπš˜πš›πšπš’πšŠ πš›πš˜πšœπšŽ.

09/19/2021 06:35 PM 

AC: 11.

Post traumatic stress disorder. Georgia had been diagnosed as a small child due to her neglectful parents and their harmful ways of raising her; and it seems that she has gathered even more traumatic events every year since her first diagnosis. Not even a week after being back in Sanctum and with not one box moved into her home - another event took place that would haunt her for longer than she knew how to cope with. The blonde had already felt so lost in herself and in her life - the wilderness and all it brought just felt like a physical manifestation of everything happening within her. A taunting reminder of all the things she left behind; of all the things didn’t deserve. Mercy. Love. Comfort. Understanding. Freedom.    Returning home was a blessing and a curse for the place she lost herself in, never truly lost her. Not yet. Maybe not ever. It stayed around. It lingered in her hair. In her skin. In her bones. Deeply embedded in her cells - in her dreams. No - nightmares. There are nights when she wakes and before her eyes can adjust to the reality of where she is, she is back there. She is back in that place of no return, wondering if she’ll ever see home again; if she even had a right to call it that at all. Wondering if she ever deserved to in the first place.    Georgia has relapsed back into far too many old habits; too much drinking, not enough eating unless you count the diet pills or some other drug of choice. Her benders are usually pretty damn public, but not this time around - no, self-medicating in her apartment is her chosen vice - claiming it could help her cope with the flashes of everything she wished to f***ing forget.    With Thatcher gone, her head was a full on foggy jumbled mess with no answers to aid her frustrations. He was the one who brought Scott back - he was the one who basically threw a giant god damn wrench into her plans and into her life, and now he was just… gone? Could she believe that? Georgia was not one to believe the dead stay dead or the gone stay gone - no, they usually found their way back with hell in their eyes and blood on their fists. Though, the idea of him being as far away from her as possible did ease her tensions for the time being - her gaze would always be cast over her shoulder in waiting for the gone things to return, as they always did. There perhaps was some kind of hope locked beneath her troubled mind, however. She did want to come back to Sanctum to find enlightenment and return back to herself - back to her life; and with Thatcher out of the way, that all seemed that much easier to achieve… Though, nothing seemed easy on this side of the tracks.  

Lillian.

09/19/2021 06:27 PM 

pathetic excuse.

There he went again.Good old Justin.Her pathetic excuse for a 'son' running his mouth.He hadn't been quiet at his father's funeral two years ago, and he couldn't manage to shut his damn trap now!Of course not, why would he?This was meant to be an occasion to remember the good - even if it was a laughable concept: there weren't any pleasant memories of her late husband, Benjamin, for any of them to hold onto - but it wasn't about their feelings, it was about what others thought (and even though there was no one else here this time to hear Justin parading around like the petulant child he was, spewing out insult after insult, it was the principal of the matter). . . and Justin always managed to embarrass the family with his big, fat mouth.He made a damn career out of it.Just the thought of him holding the title of her child made Lilian's stomach churn. She could feel the copious amounts of liquor downed before her arrival fighting the urge to come up the same end in which it was consumed.Her blood began to boil at the mention of Benjamin's transgressions against her. The reminder of her husbands slew of affairs was never one Lillian enjoyed to revisit, but it wasn't because it hurt her to know he didn't love her. She didn't love him either, it was more the humiliation of everyone knowing she was married to a sleezebag that truly wounded her pride."Oh shut up!" She finally cut him off. Her voice was a loud, slurred mess. "Just shut up."Her dead eyes narrowed into a glare toward Justin."Here your brother and sister are, trying to do something nice to remember your father - -" She was swaying along with her slurred words. "- -and you!" She let out a mad laugh (the only time she laughed was when she was hammered.) "- here you go trying to ruin it all."Just for added effect, Lillian threw in a little whine - like she was about to cry. As if. Her eyes scanned the room. "- -and what about this one?" Lilian looked to Pippa. She stepped past Justin to meet face-to-face with her crying grandchild - - the one whose name reminded her of what a farmer would name their pet swine. Though it was in her need to control the situation that Lilian didn't make the reference and instead placed her hands on each side of the little babe's cheeks. "You've made her cry - -" her words remained slurred but held a tone of mock pity.Her arms reached up to take Pippa from Jedson. Of course, her oldest - her good boy - wouldn't tell Mommy no. If she wasn't trying to play victim in this moment, she would've grinned with how well she had her oldest wrapped around her finger.Lillian looked to Justin again. "- - you wouldn't want your daughter - - " She refused to call her Pippa. "- - to have repressed memories of this day? To remember you yelling at your family - - to remember you just like we all remember your father - - cold and cruel - - would you?"  

Lillian.

09/19/2021 06:26 PM 

i hate you.

  “Looking at you is like being slapped in the face with every mistake I ever made.” Her dead, cold eyes bore into the greatest thorn in her side, her deepest regret – the 'son' who failed her in every way possible it would’ve been comical if she’d had the ability to laugh. (She was an uptight bitch and proud of the fact.) “You were given every opportunity to succeed – to be the man a mother could be proud of - Justin. . . and look at what you’ve become. A practical joke on late night television.”The thought made her ill. It was disgusting - no, it was outright humiliating - to think people she knew - the people who were meant to respect her title (who she was) - could turn on their television and see her pathetic excuse for a son humiliating some celebrity or political figure, and getting paid for it - rather than be the respected lawyer he was meant to be.Her lip twitched, and she didn't even try and hide it from the man-child who shared her DNA. She hoped he saw how disgusted she was as she thought of his 'career'."Every day you make me sorry you were born."




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