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Hubble image of the Whirlpool Galaxy.

Cindy doesn't have a corruption arc because it already happened & it's now within. Someone, something just needs to flip the switch.

After all, she's a Véghváry what did you expect

Long Stem Rosette

Okay so

Reblogs are absolutely WIPED from my notifications tab, therefore if you want me to see something either tag me in it or send it in messages. Both is also good, you aren't being spammy or annoying if you do so.

❗ Tag me in replies pls ❗

Tumblr stopped notifying me outside the app so I only see if I got stuff when I'm in the app. Hope this sentence makes a somewhat sense

Messages are on an another level of fucked when it comes to notification

I feel like someone attempted a lobotomy while I was asleep & nerves along every prominent injury are on fire = weather change is coming

Where?? the fuck?? did my reblog notifications go???

"I apologize if this is a little bold of me, but... would you like to have dinner with me? And no, I don't mean in that way. It just seems like it's been a while since you last had a home-cooked meal, hon." A pause. "Unless you're more of'a restaurant person." Scarlet chuckled.

"Either way, I don't think anyone ought to spend today alone--including a nice woman like you."

Impulsiveness could describe her fairly well. It wasn't the lack of awareness -no, her wit was acerbic- but the lack of care about the consequences. She could worry later. Fight when things turn to worse. Why not enjoy a moment while it lasts? Why not tell someone rubbing her the wrong way immediately to fuck off in the most creative way possible? The right timing was always more entertaining.

The invitation first caused some confusion until the lady specified; of course she was attractive but strangely, Cindy didn't, couldn't see her in a romantic or sexual light for some reason.

Only a tiny nod as confirmation of the assumption, not like she had luck with delivery either, unintentionally scaring many of them into probably quitting the job altogether after the encounter.

“If you don't mind...me” a tiny, uncertain smile

“And uh, don't let me near the kitchen?” Cindy advised beforehand, as much as she would've liked to help with preparing the meal, experience told her the only recipe she knew was disaster.

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