“It’s so cold..”

“Ouch… I got knock over by a bunch of dogs… didn’t think I be a Disney princess today…”

she's evil manipulative two—sided ﹠ cold to YOU． to ME she's my wife．

“Hello..” Waves hello to everyone.

one to be a murderer． one to be a martyr． one to be a monarch． one to go mad．

“Hey.. you good?” She asked, a bit worried about him. Her brows slightly furrow, the face of being concerned.

“Uh.. hey dad.” She smiles at him, hands in front of her, and on hand on the other. “How ya.. how ya doing?” Nothing bad going on.. right? Yeah.. sure.

She puts down a plate of cut apples on the table beside him. Then gently taps his shoulder. “Apples there for ya, if you wanna eat any.” Saying to him, before walking away back to the kitchen. Talking to whoever was there.

Reads a book, studying up on her French.

Niamh Louise Charlotte Routledge. Daughter of Big John. Half Sister of John B. 26 Years old. Her Mom is from 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿. She is a Pro Footballer. Niamh plays for C h e l s e a & The 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 Senior Team. She often visits her Brother. Queer. Mdni. 21+ Writer. TW. ♡ & RT please.

⠀look ⠀at ⠀you ⠀... ⠀𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⠀me.

“Damn… worried my dad too much..”

⠀i ⠀love ⠀you ⠀so ⠀muchˏ ⠀iʹm ⠀gonna ⠀let ⠀you ⠀𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 ⠀me.

👀

you are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires.

an angel, to some.

“It seems the weather is nice today.”

“Might go surfing today.”