#redhead

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳..⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳ TIFFANY & HOPE .˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙˙ॱᐧ.˳˳..⋅ॱ˙˙ॱ⋅.˳
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1 ... 2 ... at least 3 times Tiffany tried to bring her husband back to life (again), but it wouldn't work. That redhead stitched doll stared right at her, but there was no life inside. Not anymore. The reason? Well, it was completely unknown for the blonde. Last time they met she decided to stay away from him and live a 'normal' life as a human, taking another body using her magic - VOODOO POSSESSION. ━━ Chucky, however, enjoyed inside the plastic body of a creepy doll, and that's one of the many reason why they parted ways. NOW, 5 years later, TIFF wanted to go back with him, but sadly, that doll was completely empty now. In despair, looking for some help, she traveled to the city of magic and voodoo: NEW ORLEANS. Hopefully she could find someone who could help her to bring him back to LIFE ... or at least to the doll.
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⠀⠀⠀Everything was ready for the spell. Inside the main New Orleans cemetery, the psychotic blonde painted a pentagram on the ground, placing five candles on the five points of the star. In the center, with great care and affection, Tiffany placed the red-haired doll and started chanting the spell.⠀⠀❝ Ade due damballa give me the power i beg of you! Lovour mercier doubacheio checour cheichen oubram the mour ade due Damballa! Awake!❞⠀⠀Sadly for her, once more, the spell failed. Like an upset child, the blonde began knocking the doll, yelling her last word, hoping to wake him up.
All of a sudden, she noticed the presence of someone else, right behind her. Wide-open eyes stared right at the teenager in front of her, who looked young yet fierce and sassy.⠀⠀❝Hi sweetface. Wanna play with me?❞⠀⠀TIFF quickly spoke, a small smile showing up.

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»» ━━━━━━ carla & marcie ║ chapter one ━━━━━━ ««
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⠀⠀one day everyone's partying and having fun... and the other day they're mourning the death of one of the person's they've known since they were kids. MARINA. It all had happened too fast. Carla, who liked to have everything under control, could hardly assimilate the events of that fateful night. Polo covered in blood, confesing what he had done... and she, herself, helping to cover up their friend's murder. Those memories would never leave her alone. How could she ever sleep at night?
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⠀⠀the situation got worse after finding out how close Marcie was to Marina. The redhead had caught Carla's attention since the very first time she laid her eyes on her. Beautiful and Unique. Too bad she was dating Polo when they met. The marchioness wanted to meet the expectations of her controlling parents and be the perfect daughter. Perhaps that is why her relationship with Polo Benavent, who was part of one of the richest families in Madrid, lasted so long. NOW, EVERYTHING HAD CHANGED. She was free. Single. Ready to open her heart to someone who would truly love and protect it. Maybe MARCIE was that one...
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⠀⠀a surprised look came over her face as soon as she saw the redhead at the door of her own house.⠀ ❝Marcie❞⠀ her voice sounded more as a question than as an affirmation.⠀ ❝Are you okay?❞⠀ silly question. It was obvious that she wasn't. Carla simply asked by impulse, polite and correct.⠀ ❝Do you wanna come in?❞⠀ the blonde gently offered, pointing her thumb inside the house⠀ ❝I know you and Marina were good friends. I'm sorry❞⠀ The marchioness finally said those words that she had been wanting to tell her since the moment she discovered Marcie and Marina were close.

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»» ━━━━aleera & jayden ║ chapter eight ━━━━ ««
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⠀⠀as soon as the redhead's angelical glance got focused on jayden's sudden yellow eyes, both of her arms embraced the werewolf from behind, somehow trying to calm him down so he wouldn't start another fight. That was enough.⠀⠀❝there's nothing else we can do, my love. I know HIM. No negotiation will work❞⠀⠀aleera stated, already knowing it was pointless to discuss with Dracula. He made a decision and there was nothing else the lovers could do to change his mind. Their best option was running away from that castle, taking advantage of the 30-minute lead that the Count had given them.
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⠀⠀and so, the redhead vampire female started running, her hand still joining jayden's, leaving the castle as fast as possible. ━━ there, in front of them, a great and dark forest surrounded the place.⠀⠀❝maybe if we cross the woods and reach the village we can find somewhere to hide in❞⠀⠀ aleera suggested, her voice sounding broken and tired, almost in a whisper.⠀⠀❝we can do it, my love❞⠀⠀ both hands sweetly held the man's face, her eyes deeply staring at his while some rebel tears showed-up. . . however, there was a tender smile painted on her lips.
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Депрессия, детка. Добро пожаловать в наш "клуб".
...А еще, как приступы, просто так, ни с того ни с сего? Как накатит, хрен отпускает. Я со вчерашнего дня уже почти пол пачки. А для абсолютно некурящего человека это очееень много. Тошнит уже. И кофе, из ушей только что не лезет.
Это гормоны @пашут, усе нормально, полет нормальный.
Хочешь еще добавлю? Эти из кого угодно душу вынут.

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Blonde Redhead - For The Damaged Coda
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Может быть, он опять останется в одиночестве.
Думаю, мы оба одинаково ранены.
Найди свое имя, делай все то же самое,
Сигналь, когда больше не можешь дышать.

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Скажи, что был мной, тогда ты смог бы увидеть вид,
Ты узнаешь, что мы оба одинакова ранены,
Не будь глупцом, не усложняй,
Ты научишься говорить, когда всё,
Сигналь, если не можешь сказать "Хватит".

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Не скрещивай пальцы,
Воскресные дни никогда не изменятся,
Они продолжают наступать,
Ты будешь уродом,
И я составлю тебе компанию.
(перевод Marina Tsv)

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Источник: https://www.amalgama-lab.com/songs/b/blonde_redhead/f..
© Лингво-лаборатория «Амальгама»: www.amalgama-lab.com/.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5ozF8HuT4k

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My story: I have a co-worker who started at my job a couple weeks ago and everyone swears we look like twins. I disagree,we both have dark brown hair and hazel eyes and are skinny but I believe that is about the extent of it. Her and I have gone to lengths talking about it because our customers are constantly getting us confused, whether the customer is young or old, no matter their eyesight. Today I was talking to one of her customers who kept asking questions (were waitresses at a restaurant) and he kept calling me over when I was working on my tables so I gave up and was just helping him on whatever he needed. She comes up behind me and this dude goes white and explains how I looked exactly like her. She and I just call each other "twin" now ironically, although everyone else calls us it seriously. But neither of us believe we look like the other and we've just gone on to working with each other's customers at this point.
I met mine when I was 19. We lived together for a while. I remember standing in front of the bathroom mirror with her trying to find differences. My neck is longer and a couple of birthmarks. That was pretty much it. We got asked if we were twins regularly. Nothing too out of the ordinary I guess. Just two humans that look the same.
I apparently found mine, a girl I work with. Besides the same color hair, I personally don't believe I look ANYTHING like her, but our customers, no matter what age or seeing ability ALWAYS get us confused. And when were both in front of the customers, they look like they're seeing a ghost. It's wild though.
No, but I'm close. I know I have at least three (in three major cities in Canada). The one in the city I currently live in used to live in the same neighborhood as I currently do. People who know this person have given me bits of information about them, used to play guitar at the pubs, lived by the elementary school, I've even been given a last name. I'm kind of nervous to run a search with the last name and see if I find anyone who fits my description, maybe one day.
I haven't, but I have seen pictures of them (I actually have three!). One of them is a redhead who went to China and the kids there freaked out cause they had never seen a red head before. The other my friend met at a robotics competition and asked for a picture of them. The third and final went to a camp with my friends and they only called him by my name. I kinda want to start a reunion of mes, but that would be weird.
A couple years back, a friend of mine had a baby. A couple weeks later, a different friend got angry with me for having gone to see the baby without them. I was confused because I had not gone to see the baby and stated so. The friend then produces photo evidence on the new parent's facebook of someone who looks exactly like me holding their baby. For a minute, I was convinced that I was lying and that I had gone to see the baby.

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No, thank God. My father's skin, everywhere visible is covered in freckles, the dude is literally orange. I don't I have pretty clear skin wish I had freckles I think they're cute
I think freckles are really cute, very attractive and soooo sexy. I am most attracted to the heavy freckling, the more the better, such as in the photo link above, but I'd even go for more freckles than that woman in the pic has (extreme freckling?). Why are freckled women so upset with their freckles? It's embarrassing to be a guy with freckles, like I am, especially if you have a lot. Freckles on a woman are considered sexy, but on a guy they are seen as immature.
I like freckles on women, which I guess is weird because I have freckles. It depends on the person, sometimes it is outwardly appealing, sometimes I don't really notice or pay attention to it. I understand where you're coming from though about not liking your freckles. I have heavy freckling and I used to hate my freckles but after a while I grew to accept them. I shave my head and now I've started to get some light freckling on the top of my head, I couldn't care less now. Unfortunately, and I don't mean to generalize here on a sampling quantity of only two, but both of the ex-girlfriends I had who sported substantial freckling, also had totally irrational tempers, later described to me as "crazy redhead" syndrome by more than one guy who'd put up with the bad crazy for the benefit of the good crazy.
I don't hate mine! The only time I ever really think about them is when I've been in the sun for an extended period of time. I tan really easily and that definitely transfers to my freckles. It takes a few days for them to calm back down to their normal shade.
I think the appreciation we gain for the "imperfections" we so desperately wanted to disappear during middle/high school is one of my favorite things about getting older. I feel like I wasted a lot of my time being so critical and worrying about the things that ultimately made me, me. It's a very liberating feeling, isn't it?

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Не совать свой нос туда, куда меня не просят, не давать советов (в последнее время от слова совсем).
Не поступать с людьми так, как сама бы не хотела, чтобы со мной поступали.
Давать отпор наглым, беспринципным, циничным и бестактным людям. Их в моей жизни быть не должно.
Стараться не очерстветь.
НЕ НАВЯЗЫВАТЬСЯ!!!
Blonde Redhead - For The Damaged Coda

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Для Поврежденного Кода

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Может быть, он опять останется в одиночестве.
Думаю, мы оба одинаково ранены.
Найди свое имя, делай все то же самое,
Сигналь, когда больше не можешь дышать.

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Скажи, что был мной, тогда ты смог бы увидеть вид,
Ты узнаешь, что мы оба одинакова ранены,
Не будь глупцом, не усложняй,
Ты научишься говорить, когда всё,
Сигналь, если не можешь сказать "Хватит".

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Не скрещивай пальцы,
Воскресные дни никогда не изменятся,
Они продолжают наступать,
Ты будешь уродом,
И я составлю тебе компанию.
(перевод Marina Tsv)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5ozF8HuT4k

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. ʀ̶ᴀ̶ʏ̶ɴ̶ᴀ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ɴ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ᴍ̶ᴀ̶ʀ̶ᴄ̶ɪ̶ᴇ̶ ̶;̶ ̶ᴄ̶ʜ̶ᴀ̶ᴘ̶ᴛ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶ ̶₁̶
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⠀ Trembling fingers held the magic crystal that would show her the image of the person who possessed the object most coveted by all witches: the resurrection stone. ━━ Rayna followed the steps, casted the spell && said the right words. Within minutes, the crystal showed the beautiful face of a redhead. Nevertheless, there was something special that quickly caught the witch's attention: that girl's clothes. As long as she could remember, no women in Westeros wore those modern clothes, which meant that this redhead didn't belong to her time and world. ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, the Bolton female would find her. Whatever it took.
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⠀ Rayna's intentions weren't selfish at all. All she wanted was to bring her brother back to life. Ramsay. No sane person in the world would like her to fulfill her wish, but despite her brother's ᴀ̶ᴡ̶ғ̶ᴜ̶ʟ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ᴄ̶ᴛ̶ɪ̶ᴏ̶ɴ̶s̶, she deeply cared about him. Rayna needed him by her side AGAIN...
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⠀ Traveling across worlds, defeating time, was not an easy mission. The spell required a lot of magic and effort, but if there was someone in this world who could achieve it ━━━━ that person was Rayna. If the spell worked, the portal would appear inside the water, so the witch would have to dive into a lake, head completely covered by the cold water. Once she came out, the woman would no longer be in Westeros.
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⠀ It took her only two failed attempts: she succeeded at the third one. Right after she came out of the lake, her deep eyes gazed in amazement at the new world around her. She was in a big park, in the middle of a great city with buildings she had never seen before.⠀❝this shall be fun❞⠀ the brunette told to herself as she made her way across the modern streets. Her magic led her to a big house, whose door she quickly knocked, expecting to meet the redhead.

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️️️ ️️️ ️️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️ ️️ ️PREGNANT, PREGNANT────── the word plagued her mind, chanting like some sort of SICK mantra. for someone who REALLY didn't want to think about it, ella was doing a lot of THINKING about it. why did she have to promise that ridiculous REDHEAD that she'd TRY to tell him? ella was halfway through VOMITING her insides out when she'd gotten. . . THE CALL.
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️️️ ️️️ ️️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️ ️️HOW LYSANDRA KNEW, SHE DIDN'T ASK; she was quick to hang up, flinging her LEATHER JACKET over her shoulders as she WAVED her wand in one abrupt motion────── it was a MISTAKE; nausea crashed over her as she apparated, but she had to HIDE the grimace. especially if what lysandra had told her was TRUE. ' -MOVE. ' she pushes past josh mclaggen.
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️️️ ️️️ ️️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️ ️️' UTHER. ' URGENCY RANG IN HER VOICE, as she stormed into his makeshift OFFICE────── she resisted the urge to scan her eyes past his DESK, images FLASHING in her mind from previous MINISTRATIONS. ' i just heard from LYSA. ' did he know already? ' -ARI'S BEEN COMPROMISED. ' she'd just been given FREEDOM and she couldn't even keep her NAME secret.
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️️️ ️️️ ️️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️ ️️' WE HAVE TO GO GET HER. ' the paperwork she was going to have to fill out was ALREADY giving her a headache. thankfully, lysa had a way of knowing things QUICKLY. ' is there a PORTKEY linked to one of your ESTATES in AMERICA? ' it wasn't CALIFORNIA, but it would have to do. ' -i haven't alerted the MINISTRY. we should keep it under WRAPS for now. '
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️️️ ️️️ ️️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️ ️️SHE SHOULDN'T, BUT SHE WOULD. if they thought UTHER didn't have a handle on things, matters could worsen for him. ella CLUNG to the urgency of the situation to stifle her own NAUSEA────── she could have at least KISSED him, or stood TOUCHED him; she was almost afraid he'd SENSE something was AMISS. for now, she'd focus on that DITZY BLONDE.
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️️️ ️️️ ️️️️ ️ ️ ️' . . .and most importantly, you'll have to STAY CALM. '
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️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️️️ ️ ️ ️as naturally SWEET as she was, natalie was also strangely CRYPTIC at times; he didn't always UNDERSTAND what she was saying, or the MYSTICAL look in her indigo eyes. ' i know a lot of freaks. most of them are WEASLEYS or POTTERS. ' perhaps he was included in that, too. ' -and you're no freak, trust me. ' though even HE knew the stories about her.
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️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️️️ ️ ️ ️copper lingered on the look plastered across her face for a moment LONGER──── she spoke about rosier as though he hadn't just tried to KILL them. ' no wonder i haven't got a chance with the GIRLS, if they're all so attracted to people with QUESTIONABLE lifestyles. ' and he meant it as a JOKE, the wry chuckle that left his lips LOW and HURRIED.
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️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️️️ ️ ️ ️fred was about to ask WHY she stayed up all night, clenching his fingers tighter around her hand as he TRUDGED up the rest of those RIDICULOUS stairs──── but a shrill of EXCITEMENT fell from her words, and he FLINCHED as she runs ahead of him. ' ROSE? ' who ELSE could it have been if not her? . . .and who was THEY? he acts fast.
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️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️️️ ️ ️ ️' stand back. ' he takes over, fingers FREE from her grip as they CLING to the WHEEL against the brick wall and TURN to the RIGHT; it STIFFENED in his hold as he STRUGGLED to spin it. until. . . it began spinning the OTHER WAY, and fred loses his GRIP on it entirely, stumbling FORWARDS when the secret door swings itself OPEN at last to reveal────
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️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️️️ ️ ️ ️A BLAST, and fred FALLS onto his BACK with the force of it; a hand presses to his CHEST as a grunt coughs past his lips. he lays there for a moment, before copper DARTS up at JACK MCLAGGEN and NARROWS. ' -cheers, mate. ' he's still grunting when he LIFTS himself up, mostly for PRINCIPLE, rather than PAIN. a palm touches to natalie's BACK.
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️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️️️ ️ ️ ️' . . .you good? ' but then his attention SHIFTS to the REDHEAD that hurried down the stairs, a HORDE of children following behind her, along with the sound of SIZZLING and CRASHING. ' -no time to stand and chat, i reckon? ' one glance at leona's FACE and he knew the answer to that. ' we better SPLIT up and make our way back to the GREAT HALL. '
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️️️ ️ ️ ️ ️️️ ️ ️ ️he announces it to the CROWD gathered at the doorway, copper finding CHOCOLATE, AZURE and INDIGO. ' i'll take rose and the KIDS that way, leona can come with me and HELP. ' he winks at JACK, remembering their little chat not so long ago. seems FATE had called to them. ' -nat, you can go with JACK and take the RIGHT. we'll meet you guys there with some luck. '
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️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️WITH THAT, HE LED THE WAY. " LET'S GO. GOOD LUCK. "
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Witaj, Brigitte!
Jednak udało Ci się przedrzeć przez straszliwy i mroczny las. Bardzo mnie cieszy, że mimo wszystko jesteś i możemy Cię przywitać w Shadow Town. Bramy naszego miasta stoją przed Tobą szeroko otwarte. Oczywiście znaczek się pokrywa z tym, który mamy w skrzynce, dlatego buźka ślicznej Holland wpada w Twoje ręce.
Widzę, że profil po części masz uzupełniony, a na kartę postaci przysługuje Ci pełne siedem dni, jestem pewien, iż świetnie sobie z tą zmorą poradzisz. Na serwerze Discorda mamy konferencję grupową i jeśli będziesz miała ochotę do niej dołączyć, to wystarczy, że dasz nam znać.
Z mojej strony to by było na tyle, nie będę Cię dłużej zatrzymywał, gdyż późna już pora. Życzę Ci mnóstwo weny przy tworzeniu i obiecaj, że nie będziesz Lisku zbyt dużo broić, bo chcemy nasze miasto zachować w jednym kawałku. Miłej nocy Koszmarku, baw się z nami dobrze i kolorowych snów!♥
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