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  1. Public Bookmark 7

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    With the five gyms ready to compete in the Empire, Bea is driven to lead H1 to glory. Allie, of the Hustle, complicates the path for Bea as they both come to terms with what it is they are fighting for.

    A Ballie AU.

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    23 Jan 2021

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    “Truth be told, I’ve never not been fighting.” She took a large swig of her beer and set it down, before pausing and taking another gulp. “In school, I was far from the perfect student. If anyone looked at me funny, I made sure they knew I didn't appreciate it: teachers, schoolmates, friends. You name it, I fought it. I fought with my parents when I came out, fought when they kicked me out, and fought some more when I landed on the streets. It’s always been me, my fists, and my fury. I was just angry at the world and at myself.”

  2. Public Bookmark 26

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    This work was posted on my old account a long time ago as a work in progress under the title 'Vermeil'. Inspiration has struck me to clean it up and continue it.

    Bridget Westfall was made up of many things to those who knew her: strong, confident, intelligent. What they didn't know, was how desperately she longed to be one thing that no one would have ever guessed...dominated. This work is an exploration of BDSM within the realm of Wentworth's very own pairings of Fridget and Frerica. This work is not for the faint of heart or modest.

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    30 Dec 2020

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    Sometimes the mind of a psychologist was both her blessing and her curse. It allowed her to interpret others with ease. The curse was that she was also able to detach the behavior from the person so well, that it sometimes impeded her from experiencing her own emotions as well. Call it her golden heart, but she was willing to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Even those who have caused her emotional and physical pain.
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    “But what happened? Something must have caused you to do this. This isn’t you, Franky.” Leave it to Bridget Westfall to get to the heart of the issue. She could compartmentalize anything.
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    She refused to unpack it all, knowing if she let herself crumble, she’d be unable to do her job. So she waited until a paperwork day where she didn’t schedule any clients. Typical Bridget, scheduling a breakdown so as not to inconvenience or disappoint anyone.
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    There was no use in hiding. Bridget had her sussed out long ago. And truth be told, Franky was grateful. She was grateful that someone finally turned the mirror on her.

  3. Public Bookmark 5

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    Bridget brings Franky home, several days post surgery. They have a lot of work to do. This story covers 24 hours, from Saturday 9 pm to Sunday 9 pm.

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    30 Oct 2020

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    She leaned forward and kissed Franky’s lips ever-so lightly. “And Franky, I choose you. I choose you over and over again. You’re real to me and I love you. I love who you are. You’re not a bad girl and you don’t deserve any of the shit you had to deal with - none of it, your whole life. And you especially didn’t deserve to sit in prison accused of murder. It was a tragedy, and I mean that in the real sense of the word. It was a god-honest tragedy.”
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  4. Public Bookmark 4

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    Bridget reveals the story of her previous lover to Franky. Set after Franky has been out on parole and she and Bridget are getting to know each other better.

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    29 Oct 2020

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    Bridget had her own problem with boredom and mediocrity and shallowness. Bridget needed someone challenging, an equal in intellect and emotional depth. And, Adele knew what risk and excitement did to Bridget, how it brought out an urgent abandonment in her, stirred her in her depths. Adele knew a secret that few knew: that behind the perfection of her lover, her magnificent beauty and alluring grace, there was an untamed spirit that had a wildness of its own. So while she knew that Bridget worried over her and was quick to get angry over ‘senseless risks’ (so, so sexy), she also knew that Bridget thrived here on the cusp of surety and doubt, sensibility and senselessness, risk and reward, the impossible and the practical. Their relationship as steadfast, but intermittent, lovers worked because of this. It simply was what it was, and it was what it was because of who they were, both separate and together.

    Bridget turned away a parade of suitors, male and female (some more persistent than others). And, she had to deal with family and friends rehashing the trite (and tiring) sentiment of how she had ‘so much to give’. The implication wasn’t lost on her: she was wasting her love, her youth, her time… waiting for Adele. Even if Bridget did think that (sometimes, in the loneliest and darkest hours), she simply wasn’t drawn to anyone else. Admittedly, sometimes she wished she were. But who could compare to Adele?
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    This was the first real shock of Bridget’s life. It would serve her well professionally, to personally experience the impact of such news, to be blindsided by utter devastation. A distant surrealness slammed into her and left her reeling for days, weeks, months. How could Adele not be coming home? Adele beat the odds. Adele always came home. It was all seemed too slippery to contain, too much to comprehend.

  5. Public Bookmark 3

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    At some point, and I don’t know when exactly it is, the rest of the world disappears and it’s just Franky sitting there, eating, and talking to me about her life. I’m rapt with everything about her, the rise and fall of her voice, the way she chews, the contraction of muscles in her neck when she swallows, and the little puffs of breath that somehow find my own skin and let me know she is real and there next to me. I can barely look away from her long enough to pick up a piece of the appetizer, and when I do my fingers are shaking and I feel foolish as I can barely feed myself.

    In some other dimension, Bridget and Franky meet randomly in a bar at the end of a long day, having no previous knowledge of one another or Wentworth.

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    25 Oct 2020

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    After the day I’ve had, I don’t feel like going home. I don’t want to be alone, but I don’t really want to be with mates either. I feel like listening to empty chatter in which I do not actually have to participate. It’s a thing among therapists- that at the end of our days we long for human connection, but lack the energy it takes to connect, having left most of our blood, sweat, and vigor in the therapeutic ring of fire.

    People don’t really get it if you just want to hang out and not participate in discourse or interaction of some sort. At best they assume you’re being evasive, and at worst they assume you’re being snobbish.
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    And no one can understand how just sitting and listening can take such a mental toll on you, how listening to six people in a row cry about dark, twisted traumas woven into their DNA makes you want to curl up into your own ball of salty submission and never open your own eyes again.

    No one understands the contradiction about the puzzle of humanity that keeps you on your toes, and keeps you coming back to the well time after time. You’re intrigued, but you’re so exhausted it’s impossible to care for yourself well, let alone to nurture another human or a relationship. No one understands any of that, or they judge and you end up feeling guilty, so it is a lot easier to say you sell insurance, or that you bake cakes, or that you are in between gigs at the moment.