#And like yeah they're ass but I was ten so I think that's acceptable

[themintman]

Please share the Sims I would be so gracious 🙏

erm I wasn't sure if you meant post them to Tumblr or actually make the Sims public so imma do both.

They definitely aren't perfect but I tried my best!!

And, ofc, here is my account so you can find them. Sorry for the keyboard smash name this is my dad's account from like seven years ago I'm trying to change it 😭

the title is just "Jack and Nurm"

Uhh I used stuff from the packs below, idk if it'll let you download them without these but if it does just change the missing traits/clothes:

Island living

Cats & dogs

Realm of Magic

Holiday celebration

Erm so like yeah!! If anything is inaccurate or you think something would work better feel free to change it! I tried to make them accurate to how I see them, but tbf I do sometimes mix up headcannon and cannon, misinterpret stuff etc, plus it was tricky trying to decide on aspirations n such, there's no "legendary adventurer" or "cartography" themed traits to my knowledge lmao

[mosswiind]

RANKING THE VEILGUARD COMPANIONS AS SPICY PARTNERS

This is definitively correct and I will not be accepting feedback.

In seventh and last place, we have our sweet boy Lucanis.

He's so into you. Spite is at least the same amount of into you. Lucanis though, is wildly inexperienced. Dude blacked out seeing Rook of any gender without a top on. A single titty would put this man in the hospital.

As a person who has slept with a lot of people, enthusiasm does not always compensate for skill. Lucanis would be very sweet, and apologizing because this has literally never happened to him before.

In sixth, we have Bellara.

Bellara is wonderful! But, similar to Lucanis, she's pretty inexperienced, and not in a position to acquire more experience without Rook’s involvement. She did date Irelin, but Irelin also doesn't give "exciting spicy partner" vibes. I feel like she would be enthusiastic about figuring out what you both like! It would just take some time to get there. She would also be very open to using magical aids. Electrical magic? Hell yeah.

She's also absolutely a bottom and if that's a consideration for you, she would be very good at it.

In fifth, we have Harding.

Harding is one long conversation away from being down for some Actual Freak Shit. She's already down, she just doesn't know what to ask for.

HOWEVER. Harding has precisely zero game, so it may feel a little silly while y'all figure your stuff out.

It will be good, it will also be clumsy and sweet.

In fourth, Taash.

Taash is similar to Harding, but has more sexual experience. They are also a confirmed top. Those are rare! They are coded to feel like they're in their early twenties, and extremely athletic, so stamina would not at any point be an issue. I've seen some comments that their bluntness would be bad for dirty talk/having game - those people didn't have to take a minute to do some deep breathing after the Taamlok scene, and also do not have taste. Taash will break you in half in a good way. Taash is a capital T Top and honestly, I respect it.

In third, Davrin.

Davrin, in a different group, would be the top pick. He's cocky, confident, has game for days. He's not a snack, he's a meal, and he is very aware of that. In my experience, banging Extremely Hot Dudes can go one of two ways; it's either sex you will wake up thinking about ten years later, or it will be like, extremely mid. I have faith in his ability. He is also a top, but I feel like he would also be into another top so there's a Fight (America's Next Top Model theme plays).

Thrill of the chase, indeed.

In second, Emmrich.

I know Emmrich is a canonical sex god. I know a bunch of y'all are extremely horny for Dr. Hose Goat. He caught me on the back foot a couple of times.

I also understand that this is a community that is very into Hot Authority Figures Who Remind You To Drink Water. There's a top shortage. I know what you people are like. I get it.

In first, it's the internet's wife, Neve Gallus.

Neve reads people for a living. She's also hot, emotionally unavailable, and would rather make out than acknowledge she has Actual Human Feelings. She's so locked into everything going on around her that she knows what you want before you do.

She's also creative at problem solving - no good surface? No problem. Just...not her desk, probably. There's a lot of notes to get displaced, and she has a hard enough time with the wisps. She will not allow your dumb ass to be too horny for organization.

Also - frost magic for you sensory seekers, and the ability to slow down time. I feel like we're all on the same page about the possibilities.

Your brain will melt out of your ears. You will not be able to stand. For days, potentially.

She's also a switch, depending on the vibes presented.

Emotionally unavailable romantics will ruin your life.

[writingfromasgard]

I absolutely love dustball!!!! The perfect amount of unhinged imo. I like to think that no one (except Price) knows when her birthday is, so they all kinda just pick a day for her and leave birthday gifts/offerings in vents. I'm thinking a headlamp, batteries, and a ball of yarn along with a printed copy of Theseus and the Minotaur (the last one being tongue-in-cheek)

What gifts does Dustball accept or deny? If she lives in the vents, she must have to choose carefully.

Ehehehe. You're right. Price is the only one who knows her true birthday. Laswell, too. They're both too mischievous with each other to ruin her fun.

The confusion comes from her popping into a room after Roach. There's a cake that's clearly not a birthday cake that Roach gives her and she goes, "Fuck yeah, just in time for my birthday."

She says it every time she gets handed cake (a slice, a whole cake, a snack cake). It's resulted in people starting a 'Dustball's Birthday' calendar. People mark down the day they heard her say it. By the end of the year, they're confused. Every month has at least ten marks. A few weeks have been entirely crossed out but they are in different months that are far apart.

As far as "presents", that's on par. Especially batteries. Laptop batteries, rechargeable batteries, a power bank. She leaves dead ones in exchanged for fully changed ones. She keeps some of the more unusual things people leave in her assigned quarters - a weird sculpture, a sketch of a vent with eyeballs, a photocopy of a random rookie's ass.

For the 'choose carefully' ask.. yes, she has to be mindful of what she takes. Perishables are almost always out of the question. She has to eat 'smelly' (according to higher ups) food outside of vents since the smell of what she's cooking or eating tends to spread. That one time she wanted kimchi stew...

[lover-of-mine]

lets call it like it is the only reason people wanna wait till 9 for buddie is because they want to be able to have a full season exploring buck and tommy before they break up which who the hell cares. it's thier fault for being invested in a clear plot device and they're like lets dive more into tommy before we get to buddie. yeah no how about not he's boring as shit and the actor cannot act to save his life when it comes to emotional scenes of any kind. i'm with you buddie in s8 please.

No, here's the thing, no matter how long they spend developing Buck and Tommy, let's face it, it's a dead end relationship, so why are we developing it, exactly? The thing that Tommy is supposed to teach Buck, he already did. He gave Buck the bisexuality piece and that's great. But we sat through Shannon and Ali and Ana and Taylor and Natalia and Marisol and Kim and now they want me to sit through a whole season of Tommy when we all know it's gonna end and for what? Abby taught Buck monogamy, Ali taught him he needs someone who accepts who he is, Taylor taught him how to work through things and when to let go, Natalia taught him he can change his mind and leave when the relationship doesn't serve him anymore. The missing piece was knowing that he was attracted to men. What would a long term relationship with Tommy teach Buck, exactly? Because the rest he's already working through with Eddie. A relationship can continue to develop once they get together. No one expects Buck and Eddie to be perfect and healed and no longer messes once they figure out they're in love with each other. We just want to see them walk through life together because they already do for all intents and purposes and dragging out the actual getting together doesn't mean they're suddenly gonna be better together than if they figure out how to be a couple together. If Tommy had given Buck anything after they used him to make Buck come out to everyone, I would sit my ass down and see if they want to use Tommy for something else. But the dude has like 2 and half minutes of screentime that was about how bad Gerrard is. What is he bringing to the table that would warrant us being trapped watching Buck in another doomed relationship for another season? Not hanging on for the sake of hanging on is a lesson Buck allegedly learned from Taylor and he did let go of Natalia so he did learn. So why is he supposed to hang on to this guy just because he's a guy? For heaven's sake EDDIE IS ALSO A MAN. If that's the bar, Eddie is also there and it's a much more compelling relationship. Like, please. Be fucking for real. I can't keep watching Buck and Eddie in relationships that are going to go nowhere just because some of y'all think it's gonna be rushed if it takes them SEVEN FUCKING SEASONS TO GET TOGETHER. IT'S BEEN SIX YEARS. WHY DO YOU WANT TO WAIT TEN????????????

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 156 spoilers and thoughts below the cut yeah yeah yeah

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I DONT KNOW WHY BUT I THINK THE WAY HE SITS BACK HERE IS REALLY SILLY HEEHEE

also if the panels are slightly blurry uuuuuh no they're not dont worry abt it

ok back to the top bc holy shit this chapter made me crazy again

OF ALL THE CHARACTERS I COULD HAVE EXPECTED A RETURN OF. IT WAS NOT LUPELLAN

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I REALLY THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH THAT GUY CAUSE YKNOW. DEAD. BUT HERE WE ARE AHHHH ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER

and ohhh god the restoration of fate kicking in alongside all of this is insane ,, , god it might even happen sooner depending on how quickly they kick their plans into gear ,,, also this guy (forgot his name LMFAO) looks downright terrifying

i wonder how they'll go about it actually,,, especially since alicia has already had a dose of that like, dark magic paranoia poison back when she raided targa's castle. will she be able to combat what their planning,,, do they know she had been poisoned before? probably not, right? ooohhh im so curious to know,,,,,,,

ANYWAY AHH LLOYD AND JAVIER AHHHHHH AAAHHHH

LLOYD GETTING. EMOTIONAL OVER FINALLY BEING CLOSE TO GETTING THE ANSWERS HE NEEDS BUT THEN IMMEDIATELY PUSHING PAST IT GGGHHHRRRRR GGGG IM BITING MY HAND IM BITING MY HAND

he's finally so close . he's so close to being able to permanently protect this place that he loves so dearly . ooohhhghhh hhhhh . he's gotta pursue and continue to the end god im shaking him

AND THEN JAVIER BEING FOND OF HIM

im so sorry i dont have a lot of brilliant things to say im just. KICKING MY FEET ROLLING ON THE FLOOR IM. AAAHHHH my singular Analysis braincell hasn't kicked in yet sorry

sorry okay if i just post panels and scream i wont actually get anywhere but i REALLY liked the oneliners/jokes in this episode specifically got me giggling my ass off

AND LLOYD BEING A FUCKING SCHEMER TOO YOU ASSHOLE /AFF

TOP TIER ACTOR WHAT THE HELLL HAHAHAHA HIS SMUG ASS FACE

i remember seeing a post on twt about the episode preview and it was this left frame of lloyd crying and i was like "WTF FULLY EMOTIONAL MOMENT WITH LLOYD??" BUT NO ITS JUST HIM BEING CONNIVING AS USUAL LMAO

and javier's reaction HAHAHAHAHAHAA

OH ANDNDD AND AND MY FAV PART OF THIS EP

shaking crying at the way they look at each other oh my god . javier fully understanding lloyd . that the outcome lloyd wants isnt just one that benefits himself or the estate, but one that satisfies everyone,,, theyre on the same page they want the same thing a good ending for everyone they love im gonna lose my fucking MARBLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PROTAGONISTS EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR

AND AND ANDD THE CALLUSES ON LLOYDS HANDS. IM. SHAKING CRYING AND JAVIER'S EXPRESSION AT HIS HANDS AAHHH AAA

lloyd saying this n that about being pragmatic and yet there's this blatant fucking evidence that he's been working so hard and so long for the most idealistic, best results for the people he cares about and the people he comes across no matter what . "pragmatic" and he's going about things in a long, constructive and taxing process all so that he can fight fate while also saving people instead of realistically accepting the permanence of it . this is so poorly worded but i hope u understand HOW INSANE THIS MAKES MEEE and javier catches this for sure the fucker im shaking him

AND THEIR GOD DAMN HIGH FIVE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"business relationship" I THINK NOT! Y'ALL HIGH FIVE'D!!! AAHHAFDLKJSDFHAHHAHAHAHAHA IM GONNA THROW UP /POS

THIS MADE ME SO FUCKING EMOTIONAL FOR SOME REASON I. GHGHGHHGHGHGHGHH the first high five they share im gonna fall apart into ten billion pieces

i said this on twt but like. if anyone suggests a high five irl i think i'm actually gonna just bawl in front of them i'm so serious llovier is a fucking plague

and their second one about the hellgate was really cute/funny LMFAOOO

this ep had me giggling and wiggling around like a fucking millipede i loved this so much HEHEHEHE

i think this is just abt the beginning of the end of the truth jewel arcs,,, god i wonder what the jewel will say!!! PRAYING that it says fate can be fought bc if it says "lol nah u cant" the devastation and anguish that would follow would be INSANE i wouldnt be able to take it. id stop reading right then and there /j

AND LUPELLAN AND THAT OTHER GUY WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DO TO ALICIA OH GODDDD

anyway that's all for now ,,,, i will see u next week, ,,,, or whenever i make my next shitpost,,,,!!!! end post!!!!!!!!!!

[willsimpforanyone]

hii i was wondering if you could make a leo valdez x child of apollo!reader

just like where the other apollo kids are overprotective and leo trying to convince them to let them date reader

i can definitely do this

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you weren't the youngest of your siblings by a long shot

not anymore

but the older ones still felt a duty to you from when you were only seven and came to camp

sometimes it was sweet

when they let you take point in capture the flag so they could focus on protecting you rather than getting the flag themselves

you have a vivid memory of being hoisted on the oldest brother's shoulders when you were ten and being paraded around camp when the apollo cabin won for the first time in months

sometimes though

their protectiveness was a pain in your ass

leo was unbelievably cute

so cute

so funny and smart and he honestly seemed to adore you

but every time you tried to go talk to him just the two of you

a darling sibling of yours would swoop in and take you by the arm

saying something about strategy or target practice

eventually you called a cabin meeting

'i think you all know why you're here'

they protested, saying they had no idea! what do you mean! they're innocent!

'uh huh, so you don't remember killing any attempt i make at spending time with my boyfriend?'

the oldest brother, jordan, sighed, resting his hands on your shoulders

'look, you're our baby! even if you're one of the oldest, we worry!'

even you had to admit, through your irritation, it was sweet

'alright, look, how about you meet leo?'

every face lit up

'no no no, not all of you'

sad faces

'just some of you, i promise you he's super sweet and you'll like him!'

which is how you ended up with leo sitting in the apollo cabin on a chair

they may as well have put a spotlight on the poor boy

you were sitting next to him, hand in his

jordan stepped up

'so, what makes you think you can date our sibling, huh?'

leo visibly swallowed

'uh, i-i care about them, a lot, and isn't it their decision anyway?'

jordan scoffed

'that's not what we're talking about, answer the question better'

leo was flushed a dark red

you squeezed his hand reassuringly

leo shot you a small smile and stood up

'okay, first of all this is insane, you realise this?'

every single sibling nodded their head

'okay good, just checkin'. okay, the fact that this is their decision is core to my argument, so just let me make it. if they decide to date me, doesn't that speak to my character? they are intelligent, wise, careful, they know that if i fuck up they have an entire cabin that will absolutely kick my ass in every concievable way- would they want to date me if they didn't think i was worth it?'

you were grinning madly, even some siblings were considering

leo continued

'sure, i may be a moron sometimes but i'm smart enough to realise what an amazing person they are, don't you trust their judgement? i trust that if they're unhappy or uncomfortable or anything, they will tell me'

he looked over to you

'and i am very aware that they can kick my ass themselves if it comes to it'

you nodded, smiling

'it's true, we've proved it'

jordan, as the leader of this interrogation, stepped forward, arms crossed

there was a tense silence for a moment before he relaxed, putting his hands in his pockets

'yeah, okay. you're right, i do trust them'

he winked at you

'don't know if i can attest to their smarts but-'

he turned back to leo

'-you seem prepared to accept the consequences if you should cause them any kind of pain'

leo held his hand out to shake

'yes sir'

jordan shook his hand

'now get out of my cabin'

leo saluted, pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and darted out the cabin

'so? we good?' you asked

you were swarmed by your siblings, practically gushing over leo

jordan ruffled your hair

'all good, kid'

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i hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!

[highfantasy-soul]

Moments I loved from NATLA Episode 4 - Into the Dark ❤️️❤️️

Aang and Iroh interacting more - love that they're not friendly to each other, per se, but it builds a foundation that makes their later respect make sense

The Earth Kingdom being harsh with their 'fallen foes' is nice to seed in here as in the animated version (season 1), most of the 'bad' stuff was relegated solely to the Fire Nation

The Earth Kingdom is no pushover and it's nice to see that early

Sokka defending his dad "My dad would have never done what you did" even after he commiserated with the Mechanist about his dad 'not valuing' what Sokka could bring to the table.

Though Sokka is frustrated that his dad doesn't see "him", he knows his dad is an honorable man doing his best and when Sai tries to use him as an example of 'doing the wrong thing just to survive', love that Sokka calls him on it

SECRET TUNNEEELLLL!!!

Like them introducing this now - all old buildings have secret passages - it's just a law

Teo's "its time to fight!" attitude - love it. He's so ready to stop cowering and wants to hit back

Flopsy statues!!!!!

Rolly ball throne? Nice touch

"Bumi? BUMI!!" :D

"You did 🤨" Love how Aang keeps his "I'm just gonna say the truth and I don't care if that's 'not allowed' I'm gonna do it anyways because your social rules are stupid" attitude

Katara's water pouch!!

Love the shake in Jet's voice as he tells Katara "I am nothing like the firebenders"

Katara's assessment is shallow on her part, but the core has a ring of truth - no, freedom fighters aren't the same as their oppressors, but when you start harming your own people to hurt the enemy, then you really have lost sight of what's right and wrong - why you're fighting.

FREEZE JET'S ASS!

I love Jet, especially this version of him, but yeah, no touchy

And Katara is absolutely right: Jet might have helped her through her block, but her power, that's all hers.

What are you going to do, Zuko?? What choice will you make!!??

Love that we're getting this choice of his here in Omashu

Bumi's puns 😭 kill me now - though very canon accurate

Like the vibe that everyone just has to laugh as to not anger him - there's less of a whimsical madness vibe to Bumi here and a more serious - yeah, this guy is our leader vibe that's quite unsettling

The tonal shift with Bumi did give me pause, but I like how the writers kept the jokes, the games, his eccentricities, but shifted the vibe to make them darker

In the cartoon, whimsy might work, but if you think about it realistically, that leadership style would NOT work during a war - a 100 year war, at that.

HIPPIIEESSSS!!!!

Sokka getting into that maraca - you let your little musical heart fly

"What are you doing here?" "We're doin' what we're doin'" :)

Oma and Shu lesbian supremacy!!!

Always get chills when this story is told

Lol Sokka's "There's no such thing as angry spirits." Right before the episode where they're kidnapped by an angry spirit XD

Love the switch up of the rocks not really being the path out - keeping us animated show fans on our toes as to what the lesson will be this time

Everything about the Earth Kingdom soldier's interaction with Iroh - all of it is just so good.

The cartoon glossed over Iroh's warmongering past - but he did do terrible things that hurt so many people. No, 'it was war, I was a soldier' is not an acceptable excuse (we didn’t accept it with Jet, so why the double standard for a ROYAL MILITARY GENERAL??)

The funeral scene

Leaves from the Vine

Zuko offering a soft and kind memory of Liu Ten instead of just talk about him being a soldier

Zuko sitting next to Iroh so he won't be alone!!!!!!!!!

The conversation between Katara and Sokka in the cave where she talks about how Jet helped her and Sokka how Sai helped him - then Katara reminding Sokka that when he was forced into a leadership position for the Southern Water Tribe, he didn't have anyone to help him through that

The concept of us all needing people to help us through our journeys is so important and really comes around at the end of the episode and just through the entire series

BADGERMOOOLLLEEE!!!!

Is it bad that all I could think about was how cute it was the entire time it was on screen?

Dallas Liu is so. Freaking. Good. At. His. Stunts!!!!

And the first mention of the theme Zuko struggles with of compassion being weakness!

Sokka's little 'thanks!' as Katara saves him from the badgermole XD

Seriously, all the little touches in Ian Ousley's performance are great

Idk why Sokka assumed the badgermole was a man, that's clearly a dignified lady

The power of sibling love guiding the badgermole was a great alteration from the OG - if they can be controlled through music, they can definitely respond to emotions

Bumi's whole speech here - and his willingness to get crushed - is what brought me around on this portrayal of him

He's right: it's a game where you have to make impossible choices - you have to fight even when you don't want to (a much more poignant message for Aang than 'look at things a different way')

The power of friendship saves the day!!!

"You CAN rely on your friends - and that's the only way I'm going to save the world: with my friends"

"You think like a child" (derogatory) "Is that really so bad?" (genuine)

Bumi made Appa's whistle!!! 😭😭😭😭

One last time Zuko chooses protecting his uncle over capturing the Avatar 🥲

"Everything I need is right here on this boat" 😭😭😭

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

[animation-is-my-jam]

Whos the most underrated villain in wordgirl amd why is it Granny May?

Hehe ＼(ﾟ∀ﾟ)／

As the resident Granny May defender, I shall say why. But first, I will admit to why some don't like her or her episodes. If you don't like, "Everyone turns on protagonist because of one individual obviously lying" or "Antagonist getting away with scamming but in a super obvious way" plot lines then yeah I don't fault anyone for not liking Grandolyn. Since those kinds of stories can easily get under people's skin, especially when you experienced something similar to Wordgirl in these. And out of the villain's Granny is like the most mentally ruthless next to probably Miss Power jgjfbjvjg, so I can see why some don't jell with her, BUT HEY, if people can accept Miss Power bullying a ten-year-old then they can accept Granny doing it everyday with back breaking affect/lh

Granny is funny too,,,I don't know if it's because I like old mean characters (not in real life, fuck that), or because of Cree's performance, but she's funny. Honestly, it's a hustle to constantly fake being a helpless lady and also take on a superhero. Like I respect her, idk why, but I do. Sure, she gaslights and unfairly tries to cancel a child, but like if I was her age and lived in the world's most gullible city, then yeah, why not.

I think another thing that is fascinating about her (because I do analysis on her) is that she is definitely in the villain game for fun and has probably done it for years. Compared to others who do it for either having notoriety, getting respect, or valuables. Granny does it because she loves the thrill of it. She is technically living a conformable life, and let's not forget she has a whole ass family who are respectable citizens with her mother kind of being loaded, so she has no reason to do it besides it's fun. Though I guess another thing that interests me is her relationship with her family, as we know in her first appearance, she's tried to use her own grandson as a henchman and then not again. We know she has other kids than Eugene's dad, and it makes me wonder what is there relationship to her and, in general, her family. Besides Eugene, who is never seen around Granny May again in the show proper (that's so funny like tf), I don't think it's all good. Granny uses photos and excuses of people looking at her big family as a trick, as if she's close and adores them, but she's crimepilled and probably her more normal family don't approve of her villain status. So either their a strained family and Granny is coping real hard not being the matriarch anymore, or they're okay with it, and Granny May is just known as "Grandma who steals"

Regardless, despite that being a headcanon, it makes her character very fun to dissect. Does Granny really love the fun of being a criminal more than her own family she made? Or does she want to appear like a good granny to her family, but her hobbies have let them in shunning her since she uses them in her schemes and they don't want to be associated in that life.

We know Granny has had a villainous mindset since she was young, I could only imagine for the May kids to have their mom being a thief since she's pretty boastful about it, lucky they live in Fair City where people have a memory of a goldfish.

Another for why I like her, as I mentioned somewhere idk or maybe it was on discord...Eh I can't remember. Anyway, it's because when she's on screen, she helps elevate a very unique Wordgirl/Becky. Like say what you will on Becky's contempent for her villains, I think straight up, she dislikes Granny May. They're so petty with each other, and I think it what makes it so much funnier. Not to mention, they're kinda similar in attitude, at least when it comes to theit drive and stubbornness. Granny May probably sucks as a parental or maternal figure so much that she doesn't even have moments with Wordgirl that could be found family-esc. Or maybe idk they could. Granny May is no different than the average overcritical gaslighting brash grandmother....nevermind she would be the ideal grandmother to Wordgirl. /jjj

Idk I just like Granny May. Most don't get it, and that's fine. More for me to headcanon and write.

[ueinra]

Another day another comic to talk about! 

This is a French Comic illustrated by Houy Raymond and published in 1953 by Vedette, It’s volume 5 of the "FanFan" Collection.

Oh wow ​The Conventionist! He looks so much younger here. 

I think this is the only comic I've seen that has this chapter so far.

Look at my beautiful women, they look sooo well. 

I love Javert's expression here but why does he look kinda sad.. since when does this **** have feelings?? 

The way he doesn't like the whole thing but accepts it at the end and gets his best nap.

Aww this is adorable and I like the colors, they are comfortable. 

Yeah give me some Mabeuf moments with Marius!! always happy to see more of him. It's sad when one of the important characters is so forgotten.

THEODULE!!!! 

He looks great as always and I love how this comic contains moments of him when his character is not important to the story lol

He has two moments, when he comes to visit his aunt and she asks him to spy on Marius and when she later introduces him to M. Gillenormand and he sits with him to listen to his empty talk.

Seriously just look at his face, I'm sure he regretted sitting with him. 

Bless the illustrator for giving Montparnasse these lips and that elegant look.

and of course this moment when Valjean kicks his ass and gives him a fatherly admonition bc it’s ICONIC.

and here are my guys Les Amis who all look like they're wearing a liberty cap.

The way he stands on the table to prove how great Napoleon is ASDJFKASIKDASDF THIS IS SOOOO MARIUS.

I know that Azelma is younger than Cosette and Eponine but she looks like a baby here.

ok why are all the Thenardiers' children blond?? I want an explanation RIGHT NOW.

You don't know how much I love this moment. It's hard to explain. I just love them more than you can imagine.

The audacity he has to ask for water lol.. man ur a spy just shut up and stand there fr. 

I can't believe they're still going to kill him after he showed them his chest.. It's Enjolras' chest PEOPLE.

The hilarious thing about this part is that Javert doesn’t seem interested in Valjean’s musty smell and makes him JUST SIT NEXT TO HIM.

and Hugo completes the story as if it’s a very normal thing.

Whatever the ending absolutely breaks my heart, but the way Cosette embraces and cares for her father warms my heart and I know it makes the ending ten times worse but... yeah. 

[mylittleredgirl]

i have now seen strange new worlds 1x3 "ghosts of illyria"! as expected, i am enjoying this show a lot :) i know una is the big headline here and i'm working up to it but:

i loved every scene with pike and spock! my guys <3

spock was really note perfect in this. ethan peck doing mister nimoy proud with that "fascinating"

hair and makeup crew on the other hand not making mister westmore proud with spock's worm on a string sideburns. those are not starfleet issue!!

uhura and kyle are both just kind of There but i am extremely happy every second they are

having to turn every light off on the ship while having a blind engineer and not doing anything with that seems like a miss

hemmer and la'an are the craziest people on that ship. like a warp core explosion and beaming up something that's ten thousand degrees are the MOST extra possible ways to resolve a problem that could probably have been handled by cranking the dial up on a tanning bed, but that's a very good thing to know about both of them

speaking of la'an. girl.

i get that they're trying to make her off-putting and kind of unlikable as a character starting point, and that they have to work REALLY HARD to do that because whenever christina chong frowns she looks like a sad kitten santa claus left on your doorstep, but babe. after the space racism and almost blowing up the ship, i feel like you could maybe work up a lukewarm apology, if genuine compassion is off the table

i do like what it says about them that la'an didn't lie to una about how she really feels, it just Ain't About You right now

una would have been making you an accessory to a federal space crime and endangered the commission she helped you to get!!! i feel like the "why didn't you tell me" goes unsaid here

let's talk about how i am IN LOVEEEEEEEE with m'benga

(i really warmed up to spunky chapel too!! they are great together)

but M'BENGA MY BELOVED

how is he so hot and also so competent and kind

and a good dad???? are you kidding me

i am. really into him right now.

SPEAKING OF HOT AND COMPETENT...

for the hero of the hour....

una is truly great and i trust her with my life

and thank god i do because y'all really love her, and i wasn't sold on her in her discovery and short trek appearances, so i was really holding out hope that i would see the light and BOY HAVE I

it's fascinating to me how little of the Una In Command episode took place on the bridge. like who's got time for that with all the new sets to explore, i get it, but i wonder about that moment when she seemed so hesitant to sit in the big chair??

she kicks so much ass and pike likes to endanger himself on the regular so this can't be a rare occurrence

OHHHHHH maybe it's because she's having Am I Worthy Of This Uniform When I Lied To Get It thoughts. ok. i get it now.

anyway. oh to be fireman carried by una for a long hero shot down an empty hallway

and yeah i WILL be replicating that manicure as soon as humanly possible

her phasering hemmer was so great i fuckin love when problems get solved that way. Just Stun That Guy

okay here me out on this one though: i am really torn about the ending, but this is more of a story choice than a character choice

so many people know about una's illyrianity now that it would be pretty impossible to keep that from pike without a conspiracy endangering the careers of multiple officers, so her telling him personally and him accepting it is the way the episode had to end, and it was a good moment for both of them

(even though? all those officers are actually STILL probably on the hook for this, come to think of it)

pike would absolutely want to know regardless, and una knows him well enough to know that he would

BUT i would REALLY have loved for this to be resolved with somehow only una and m'benga knowing, so they could keep each others' most important secrets for a while

i do realize this unravels some of the episode and takes out chapel and la'an's moments but go with me

picture m'benga saying he won't tell anyone, or "here's my medical log on what happened" and it's not that, after una has just offered him the same deal

because she IS endangering pike's captaincy by bringing him into this secret, because she must also know him well enough to know that he won't really arrest her

MOSTLY una and m'benga were fantastic together in every scene. they are both extremely competent and mature, and to have them share this... i just think it would have been potent and cool, especially if they let these threads drop for a while before giving other characters a reason to suspect

last thought: illyrians are so cool as a concept though?? terraforming yourselves? DANG how did it take us 600 hours of star trek to come up with that one!!

last last thought: are we just going to like. leave the screaming disembodied illyrian ghost friends there tho. without even trying to communicate and see if they need help. after they saved your lives????? i guess so!

deleted scenes:

hmm, i think it would have improved the episode to include the rundown on who the augments were up front, and specifying that the illyrians are a separate deal who didn't start out as humans (OR DID THEY???? like una saying "illyrians are their own people" seems to imply that they did not, but it seems kind of wild that una is an actual alien and NO ONE EVER NOTICED?)

but that guy clowned about it too hard so i see why they cut it. it could have worked well with a little more dispassionate starfleet othering and superiority though.

that said, it would have been HILARIOUS exactly as written if that guy were kevin thomas riley

imagine if they had created a canon where kevin thomas riley was on the enterprise for a wholeass decade, never getting promoted because he sucks but never sucking enough to get full on fired

upon further consideration:

OKAY I WATCHED THE UNA AND LA'AN STRAWBERRY SCENE AGAIN and it's pretty sweet actually. i can get behind this. i can ship it, i can friend-ship it, i'm in. keeping my eyes on this one.

not seeing the sexy pikeuna chemistry quite yet but i'm keeping my eye on that too

who else should i be 👀??

[esther-dot]

'Why are Aria stans so obsessed with her becoming QITN and write increasingly deranged metas about that happening?'

So, ok, as someone that watched this shit unfold in realtime back in 2019 let me jump in. Aria fans are now fixated on QITN being her endgame because it was Sansa's endgame. Her stans are like toddlers. You know when a toddler hates apples but then sees a fellow toddler at the playground eating apples so now they want an apple too? Yeah, this is literally what is happening. Trust me if Sansa never became QITN and instead become Lady of the Vale or something Aria stans would want that for her endgame too. I'm sorry but Aria was a literal book fan and show fan fave and there would be weekly viral tweets with tens of thousands of likes praising how BaDaSs she was for 8 years and her fans think that GRRM told D and D Aria became QITN in this triumphant moment and they were like '.....Nah, we're going to give that to Sansa who half the fanbase spent close to a decade hating on....thanks for the input tho George.' Like, really? Really?

This is how I know all those endgames came from Martin. Fan fave Jon gets exiled North and White Soccer Mom Feminist icon KhAlEesI goes dark, carpet bombs a city, and gets killed by another fan fave and people think this shit came from D and D? It killllls me how half the fanbase is still committed to this fiction that D and D just totally pulled those endings out of their ass. It makes no sense.

D and D knew all they had to do to stick the landing on GOT for it to be hailed as one of the best shows ever on television was to give Jon and/or Dani some triumphant coronation after defeating the Evil Queen Cersei and that shit would have been praised by every normie that watched GOT for a decade and their legacies as good, or at least competent, showrunners would have been secured. But they had to stick with those endgames to make GOT still seem like an adaptation of Martin's vision. I would have loved to be in on the meeting where Martin told D and D 'So, yeah it's King Bran, Dani goes dark and Jon kills her, Jon then goes back beyond the wall, and Aria goes off columbusing into the new world....btw, I'm not finishing the last two books so even I don't know how to get to those endpoints. Have fun!!' D and D knew they were fucked in that moment lmao.

(about this ask)

Lmaoooo. Can you imagine? So funny.

Someone said shortly after GoT ended that D&D should have just taken the story in their own direction because their interpretation of the characters and the plot points were so misaligned by the end that even if you accept the endgames as Martin's (which I do), you just can't wrap your mind around them in GoT-verse. And I think if they had, they would not have had Jon or Dany on the throne, so the possibility amuses me. They probably would have had Cersei kill them and stay queen or something😂 I think they're personally too into shock value to have ever been down for a HEA for anyone except a Lannister!

Everyone I knew who watched GoT loved Arya (I did too!), but I have seen comments about her being underappreciated by the fandom which baffled me. I guess it's because her endgame wasn't in political power, so the theory is she didn't get what Martin intended for her because D&D were doing fanservice, but that makes no sense. Sansa was hated, Bran had no fanbase to speak of, Dany would have ended up on top if that was the only factor. Oh well. I think most people reject part, if not most, of the endgame, so I guess I can't act shocked. Jon's ending hurts me a lot, so his is where I allow myself to dabble in a little delusion. My poor boy.

[pinkbelugacollective]

#deadass forreal forreal#one thing i hate about ppl who sensationalize chris but then turn around and shit on jon is this right here#like cousin be real#chris ALSO got shafted by the narrative and they did it to pitch some ultra epic romance and keep clark form raising him#age-ups are common for a reason#i am deadass terrified they're gonna age up otho and split her from osul so clark won't have to raise her either#truly terrified#clark's children suffer on account of being his kids#it's sad and i hate it and neither chris nor jon are at fault for being editorial's playthings 😭😭😭#real talk#dc comics

OP I am vigorously shaking your hand, THANK YOU.

I have been screaming about how Jon got the literal SAME treatment as Chris for AGES but people can't seem to get over the fact DC decided for the UMPTEENTH time that you know what couples need? Biological kids over adopted ones we have always been screwing over anyway! Chris isn't the first adopted kid to get fucked over by DC! Stop concentrating your anger on the fictional characters and start getting angry at the writers and editors! I want THEIR asses on a platter, not Jon's!

Oh, let's not forget the fact Chris was always going back to the Phantom Zone at the end of his debut run— but because Last Son's artist had to take a nearly year-long break due to health issues, the other writers took that as an opportunity to develop Chris and his relations with the Superfamily.

Superkids are disposable for Clark angst, whether one accepts it or not. Chris isn't the first to get the shaft (that would be Cir-El, who was even retconned as not being RELATED to Clois because people hated her guts as a Supergirl-replacement so much) and as you can see, he certainly isn't and won't be the last (see: Jon). I'm sure those twins won't last long either.

(I have beef with Kennedy so I tend to ignore the twins' existence unless someone forces me to acknowledge them. He is on my shit list though— at least Jon wasn't created as a (blatant) replacement for Chris, unlike those two! I can't believe he even admitted that! In an interview!

You could have found a way to deage Jon and solidify yourself as a legend regardless of how the rest of your run goes, but noooo, you had to cram in your own OCs instead! You don't even get to own their IP, idiot!

Oh, and I read somewhere (or was it in the same interview?) that the girl was gonna die at the end of the Warworld saga too! As if the boy twin wasn't enough of an obvious replacement (who I might add even has some similarities with Chris too)! And you had to screw over the New Gods for them too! They are barely recovering from King's Mister Miracle, dude!)

see anon, one thing i've realized about BOTH dc fandumb and dc editorial after being off dc comics for nearly ten years is that......... they not reading 😂😂😂 that's literally it, and im tired of pretending like that's not a problem on BOTH sides. it's so funny bc yeah, chris was never meant to last, but he DID have an impact, but you would think that after the nuking of the universe, the failure that was the new 52, and then the rebirth initiative to bamboozle hoes back into buying overpriced singles.............. they would, like, make a genuine effort not to be stupid with their own heritage properties, but the clowns keep clowning!!!

as for the children of clark kent.... i mean, yeah. they're destined to suffer. i don't know kennedy johnson that well but i enjoyed warworld, and tbh, i love ALL of superman's kids. call me clown too, it's ok. i know there's no hope for any of them to lead any kind of meaningful life on account of being his children, adopted or not, but i do love how their characters fit into the broader narrative. unfortunately, i did not know he was using otho and osul to substitute for what would have been OG chris, but tbh, that does not surprise me.

just like it doesn't surprise me how a lot of fandumb is quick to blame pink capitalism as to why jon was revealed as bisexual and not, like, the fact that bendis didn't DO anything with jon after aging him up. homie was just floating in the 31st century macking on a telepath and looking like tom welling circa 2005 😂😂😂 listen, the gays are being fed for the time being. tomorrow they might decide we're not worth the hassle, but for now, we get to see cute pride specials with superman and his pinkette since no one's bold enough to write a series of elgibbityqueue elseworlds where clark gets to mack on john henry irons and jimmy olsen.

but i digress! i love those superkids! i love chris and jon! i hope bendis comes back and destroys the rest of this continuity so we can finally force editorial to commit to character bibles, and hire editors who aren't writing books that might be easy to adapt into shitty tv shows and movies. i also hope the next wave of dc blockbusters flop. plus i want kon el to kiss bart allen. i am a woman of multitudes.

[piracytheorist]

Choose violence ask game: worst blorbofication? and what's a character no one really likes but you do and why?

I'm not in the Star Wars fandom or the Harry Pοtter fandoms, so I don't have first-hand experience with fans of Kylo Ren and Severus Snape, but from what I've seen they're the first that come to mind in manner of "THIS is your blorbo? THIS DUDE??" Kylo Ren is an immature, unstable supremacist who is most inappropriate to be in any position of power, and the way fans are only presenting him as a "poow misundewstood boyyyy" is... ew. And then Rise of Skywalker came and redeemed him because why by the way and only made it worse, basically accepting all the poor takes.

Now, about Snape, there are far worse things to criticize the franchise and its t*rf of a creator about, but it certainly doesn't help that big-ass youtube channels that pride themselves over being unbiased and open-minded actually support him and think he was a hero all along. And look, I ain't saying he's not an interesting character! He was! As a prideful bigot who should never ever have been allowed to teach kids. Alan Rickman hit the performance out of the park in the movies and unfortunately, that created a problem (not Rickman's fault though) because it made people conflate "well-acted character" with "morally good character" and no. Snape was a bastard with poor priorities and horrible coping methods. His trauma doesn't mean shit when he's made it his life's mission to inflict as much trauma as possible onto his students. His emotional sacrifice in the end doesn't justify or undo the horrible way he treated innocent people around him. His pain over losing Lily doesn't hold any ground when he belittles Harry at any possible chance just because he was the living proof that Lily rejected him.

Anyway, oof, yeah. There may be worse cases out there but these are the ones I can come up with now.

About a character I like but everyone else doesn't... I'm choosing a currently relevant character and it's Nightfall/Fiona from Spy x Family, but listen. I don't "like" like her. I don't root for her goals and I don't support any of her actions she takes towards that goal. I think she is very blinded and biased. I don't want her to end up with Twilight... but I feel she's very interesting in the way of bringing such interesting material into the narrative and giving us an informed view of Twilight, and her bias and obsession actually help towards that. She's the one that confirms to the audience that Twilight's smile hides actual genuine emotion behind it.

She's obsessed enough to have studied Twilight's pretenses and acting enough to notice the real emotion. She's infatuated enough for it to make her jealous. She's self-confident enough for us to know the smile is real, and not her paranoid interpretation that she's "losing" him. Twilight's happiness with the Forger family is something she wants to prevent because she wants him to be happy because of her and only and that competitiveness is what makes her observant enough to notice and emotionally upset enough to point it out for the audience to know for real.

But, at the same time, she genuinely wants him to be happy, because of her, and because he knows the real her. She doesn't want to use tricks to gain his attention and praise, she hasn't even shown to try and change his opinion on Yor by lying about her. Her sabotaging of the relationship comes in the form of exposing Yor's weaknesses, not making up fake ones to trick Twilight into thinking she's less worthy.

Don't get me wrong, as I said, I absolutely do not support her and I don't want her within a ten-mile radius from Yor. But I think there's more in her other than her "Notice me senpai" thing, and there's traits that actually point her towards a redeeming path. She just has to become more aware of the world around her and especially how said world views her. Then maybe she can rearrange her priorities and find ways to be happy that don't depend entirely on Twilight becoming her husband, and hopefully, understand that Twilight's place is within the Forger family, not with her.

So, yeah. I "like" the dynamic she brings into the narrative, I like how she can offer to the audience a side of Twilight that Twilight himself doesn't allow. I don't like her but I like her role in the story.

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

[olwrat]

It's basically a fic inspired by this art. The characters may be a bit too 'soft', I know, I'm sorry. The story isn't much of anything, but I needed to get it out of my brain.

Sorry, english isn't my first language, so it may seems clumsy. The beginning is a bit rusty since I was fighting off writer's block, but I'm quite proud about how it turned out at the end.

NEW YEAR, OLD LOVE

It's cold.

Well, the weather in itself isn't a big surprise; they're in the middle of winter after all, and differently from Bilgewater, it's supposed to be freezing here in Ionia, so it isn't a big surprise that the outlaw is freezing his ass out at the moment.

No, what Malcolm Graves had been finding hard to believe is the mere fact that his partner isn't complaining about it.

For all his exaggerated pomposity, Tobias - Twisted Fate for anyone other than Graves himself - for once left his expensive shiny coat back at the inn, shrugging at Graves's surprised gaze.

It's a shame, truly, that the dumbass decided to accept his peasant nature during a twenty-five degrees fahrenheit night.

Graves isn't an imbecile, despite what people may think (a fact he happily uses to his advantage, especially in the good old days with dirty cards in hand), and he isn't not even remotely convinced by T.F’s attempts of disguising the cold.

Being taller is only an advantage when you have meat to compensate for it, and only The Bearded Lady (and him) knows how much meat that river's snake needed to get in his bones. Unfortunately for everyone, said man continues to ignore Graves's grumbled remarks to eat more, and as a result he has to bear with the scrawny man in front of him trembling from time to time.

Graves is so busy wondering if he should give his poncho to the man, and if so, if he should just drop it over him from behind or put it himself on Fate's shoulders, maybe take his time to adjust the edges (TF's central priorities in the universe are all about his damn clothes, the fancy bastard), use the moment to fulfill some dumb romantic scenarios he doesn't quite have the courage to act on yet- that he doesn't notice the man of his thoughts finally stopping, until he crashes into his back and almost sends them both to the snowed ground.

“What the hell, Malcolm?” TF spits, hand holding a low tree's branch to stop his fall.

Graves wants to feel angry by his partner's unnecessary anger, but considering his lack of proper winter clothes, the outlaw can understand how unsettling the prospect of falling on his ass over snow may be a bit upsetting.

“S’rry, was thinkin’ things” he mumbles instead, propping himself up with a hand on the knee.

“Oh, there's a first time for everythin’, I reckon” TF japes, rolling his eyes. Graves is almost sure he sees some of the familiar blue hue, but it's gone in the next second.

“Yeah, yeah, shut your mouth, would ya? I ain't the one freezing my balls out here without a coat” Graves snarks back, only a tinge of regret at the lost opportunity to make some fancy show of giving TF his poncho. “Anyway, why are we here for again?”

He's pretty sure TF didn't explain it, so he doesn't really care about the annoyance in the mage's face.

Mostly because he's more focused on the way his cheeks are slightly pink with the cold

“I told ya, it's a surprise, now can you stop askin’ for ten damn seconds?” TF says, rolling his eyes again like the damned pretentious he is and starting to walk without waiting for answers.

Graves muses about throwing some snow on the man's fancy hat, encouraged by the memory of cruel satisfaction from when he splashed sea water all over him, but a sudden biting cold wind makes him go back to his previous thoughts.

“Why did ya stop now anyway?” Graves asks after ten seconds, shrugging off his poncho and speeding up a bit to catch up with mister strider.

Mister long legs with his damn lady boots.

“Thought I saw somethin’ familiar” TF says, and Graves can practically hear the poker face he has on.

“I know ya up to somethin’, Tobias, don't go lookin’ all mysterious on me now, yer wastin’ yer time.” He bites back, but keeps his voice low. He isn't looking to start a fight now, the sun is going down and TF will soon have his magic bullshit advantage.

“Uhum” TF hums, definitely to himself. Graves can now see the weak blue hue lightening the tiniest bits of his surroundings, enough for him to know that there's no danger around. The mage would never let his eyes shine in open darkness if there was even a remote chance of danger near to notice.

They walk a good two or three miles in silence after that, Graves with his failed attempts of fighting off yawnings and TF with his continued silence.

Graves is in the middle of an yawn when he remembers about his personal mission, the poncho forgotten in his hands.

“To hell with it” the outlaw grumbles, walking ahead and surprising TF enough for him to stop, his totally blue, shining eyes slightly widened.

As expected, TF protests when Graves takes his fancy hat off, but he muffles his complaints with the collar of the poncho, the worn red cape loosely covering his torso.

Graves is busy tightening the collar loop to the size of TF’s thin throat when the walking annoyance decides to speak again, stealing Graves's capacity to growl by putting both hands over his shoulder.

“Things would be much easier if you worked on your ability to communicate your intentions” TF says, only a bit of the usual snarkiness in his voice, and in one fluid movement he snatches his hat, putting it on his head before resting his hand on Graves's shoulder again.

Graves decides to ignore the warmness in his cheek, as well as the soft, fuzzy feeling in his chest, head lowered and squinted eyes to see the collar of the poncho in the dark of night (he also ignores how the now stronger blue light makes said quest much easier).

“Funny to hear that from mister ‘it’s a surprise, stop askin’” Graves scolds, now just fidgeting with the edges of TF’s inner white shirt and enjoying the soft caresses of the mage's breathes over his forehead

Thankfully, all Tobias is able to see is the top of his hair.

“Hmmm?” TF starts to formulate some of his quick wit phrases, but probably gives up on that, huffing a small laugh. Graves's mind hyperfocuses on TF’s thin, elongated fingers now gently caressing his shoulders.

“What?”

“Malcolm, look at me?” The soft, tender tone he uses almost catches the outlaw by surprise.

“Can't. I'mma busy” he murmurs, voice almost as soft as TF, as if both of them are afraid of breaking… whatever it is happening right now.

“I know you ain't, hotshot”

Fuck Tobias and his weird magic vision.

Fuck magic and its weirdness in general.

And fuck the mesmerizing glowing eyes that Graves sees the instant he raises his head.

A hand gently brushes against his cheek, followed shortly by the other and in the next second Tobias is cupping his head, fingers slowly caressing some of his hair, but Graves isn't all that focused on them.

No, he is focused on Tobias, the way his empty blue eyes seem so expressive, the oh so tender something in his face making his stomach twist with butterflies and his chest warm with a homely feeling.

Graves lets go of TF’s shirt and closes his hands around his forearms, mimicking the mage's slow motions over the fabric and leaning his head a bit in one of TF’s palms.

Fate smiles, a true, small but honest smile that Graves doubts anyone other than him has ever seen in his face (a fact that makes him feel much more proud than he would ever admit to Tobias), and tilts his head as well, leaning closer.

Graves is already expecting it, so he meets TF in the midway; it's a quick, sweet thing, his lips only touching the other for mere seconds, before it's done.

Tobias doesn't move away, though, so Graves pulls him closer again for another kiss, now a bit more tender, but TF interrupts it before it turns into something more intense, instead resting his forehead against Graves's.

“It's cold” TF says, after some moments.

The complaint is so sudden that Graves doesn't have any option other than bark a laugh “I knew ya’d complain sooner or later”

“Hmmm?”

“You do complain a lot, don't even try to fight me here” Graves states, moving so he can stare at TF’s shining eyes, still so tender, still so loving. “Why ya dragged me here again?”

“I see you can't quite understand the meanin’ of surprise… a shame, truly” TF mourns, dramatically.

Graves raises one brow, waiting for his answer.

“It’s just some old river folk’s tradition. Spend the beginning of the year’s first day with your lo- well, with your people”

“Oh”

Graves doesn't really know what he's feeling right now.

That's a big damned lie. He very much knows exactly what he's feeling right now.

“… and you're my people, you know”

“yeah… I reckon I am”

They stare at each other for one or two minutes, TF searching, printing the image in front of his eyes, and Graves admiring the man before him.

“We should continue-”

“Hm?”

“The day. I mean, we hafta go before the day starts, right? That's what your fo- culture says, ain't it?”

“Oh, yeah. I reckon yer right” TF says, moving away and looking around, probably to find his bearings. “Guess we oughta’ keep movin’”

“Okay”.

Graves strides towards TF before the mage can get very far, intertwining his fingers in the magician's hand.

“And just so we're clear here-”

“ ‘Bout wha-”

“-I love you”

“...love you too”

love in blue

[shinydixon]

i remember joe pointed that tension -which i accept too even if i'm not side the ship- but dacre said he didn't see it and billy is a "ladies man" or something. i guess he come to agree within years tho. or maybe he saw the shippers and become like "why not?"

yeah it's interesting to say she's queer coded. i mean I WISH?? i hc her as bi because i love the idea of her being with robin. but duffers doesn't have that vision. they use their whole ally braincells with will and robin and they're not even the ones who create robin as a lesbian, it's maya.

gods bless the headcanons i can make anyone who doesn't underline their heterosexuality is bi. i mean so what if steve fucked all the available girls on his age in the hawkins? he'll come round, he just needs time. chrissy? she didn't meet robin who could kick jason's tiny dick and show her the stars. and if steve or jonathan got off nancy's ass for ten minutes she can wake up from that testosterony nightmare. and i can go on and on and on.

Then it was Joe! I don't think Dacre changed his opinion 💀

And about chrissy, I thing they say she's queer coded because Grace is bi.

I don't mind, Buckingham are really cute 👀

(P.s to me, Steve is bi)

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Ineptitude

A Billy Russo x Reader fic

A/N: You're just not ready for it. Tagging some moots I think will like it: @marvelmusing @this-is-serenaa @outlawadvocate @idaofinfinity @fivequartersoftheorange @stardust-danvers *evil laughter*

This is probably the filthiest thing I've ever written, thank you Jess for inspiring it, and so many others for helping me along and giving me ideas. Love you all.

This is technically a follow up to His Best Kept Secret and Duplicate.

Warnings: Smut (18+), degradation (he calls her so many names), dumbification, daddy kink, face slapping, choking, spitting, oral/facefucking (m), spanking, p in v sex, he sort of force feeds her some wine, but she can stop him at any time she wants.

"Daddy please!" You beg quietly, almost in tears as he tugs you out of the store. Though he's pulling you along, you try to move in time with him so that it doesn't look like he's dragging you.

"I said no, princess, and even you should understand that no means no."

"But they're so pretty!" You say, skipping to keep up with him, trying to convince him of your need for the iridescent butterfly heels.

He chuckles.

"Yeah, they're gorgeous, and you'd look so good in them too, but you've already spent way too much this month." He chastises, referring to the duplicate purse you'd accidentally bought a week ago. Your ass was still stinging from the punishment of ten spanks for each thousand that the purse had cost. He'd at least been kind enough to distribute the punishment over the week, giving you five a night for the last seven days.

You whine in frustration.

"Please, please, please, please." You sing, hoping to convince your boyfriend to buy you the things that you want.

Billy pauses, looking down at you, deep in thought. You try to give him the sweetest look you can muster in your excitement. His face relaxes after a moment, and he leans down to kiss your forehead. You think you've got him, ready to go back to the store and walk out with the pretty heels that were calling your name. He follows up with a kiss to your cheek, his hands cupping your face and you feel so giddy with excitement.

"If you don't get in the car right now, I'm going to make you sit through dinner tonight with a plug in your ass."

Your mouth drops open in shock. He wasn't going to buy them for you?

He chuckles.

"And then maybe I'll add twenty more spanks on top of that to really let the lesson sink in."

That has you moving without a word, accepting that the heels weren't coming home with you today.

.

You were crazy about him, liked the way he smiled at you when you were good, and loved the way he chuckled when you were bad. He loved pulling you apart at the seams just as much as you loved being pulled. His hand on your thigh as he drives, gripping the back of your neck at traffic lights to seal his mouth to yours for just a few moments, smearing your lip gloss around your mouth. He acts as if he can't breathe without your mouth on his, in those few moments, and when he pulls away, it's always with a smile of approval.

"How 'bout we get some ice cream on the way home, hmm?" He offers and you smile.

"Okay." You say, and he leans forward again to kiss you when the car behind you presses on the horn.

You laugh at his annoyed look, pulling away from you to drive.

.

You're a real brat tonight, as God intended when he made you.

It starts off with asking him to pick your outfit, and then deciding to wear something else instead, ignoring the way his eye twitches in annoyance when he sees you in a much shorter dress than he'd agreed too.

You shake with the cold as you step out of the car, and he looks a little annoyed again when he has to shed his jacket to drape over your shoulders.

"I told you to bring a jacket, didn't I?"

"I forgot." You say in a small voice and his lips quirk. You know he'd have something to say about you being a dumb little girl if the valet was out of earshot.

Nevertheless, his arm wraps around your body, guiding you towards the entrance.

"Reservation under Russo." He says in greeting, and a bell goes off in the back of your head. You'd forgotten to make the reservation.

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to find you." The man at the front desk says apologetically.

"Billy..." you call out to him, feeling absolutely terrible.

He takes one look at you, and sighs in disappointment.

"Oh, baby, did you forget to make a reservation?"

You pout, nodding up at him.

"Shh, don't fret." He says, petting the top of your head, looking up at the man next, "Is there anything you can do?"

The man glances at you, meeting your eyes for a quick second.

"Excuse me for a moment while I talk to my manager." He says, and Billy nods at him in assent.

" 'M sorry Billy, didn't mean to forget. Maybe I can... flirt with him or something?" You suggest, looking up at him innocently to feel the delight burn through you as anger touches his features for a quick moment.

He breathes a long sigh, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, but you know it's just an excuse to whisper in your ear, his hand cupping the back of your neck firmly.

"You want someone else to believe that they'd ever have a chance with my favourite cunt?" He hisses in your ear, "I'd quicker fuck you right here in front of all these people than watch you flirt with someone else, you dumb little girl."

Your breath hitches in your throat, already way too turned on to survive dinner. His hand is tight on your skin when the man returns.

"Great news, Mr. Russo, we have a space available, follow me, please."

Billy's hand stays firm on your back, as you both follow along. You hum in displeasure when you see the table.

"Um, can we have a booth instead? I want to sit next to him, not opposite."

The man's eyes linger on you, before he glances at Billy.

"Sure thing," he says suddenly, "right this way."

You're not sure what the man has to do to get you the seat you requested, but you're very grateful, smiling at him in thanks when you slip Billy's jacket from your shoulders to slide into the booth, stumbling a little, bending over to catch yourself when your heel hooks on the foot of the table. You settle in, and you notice the man's eyes are now fixed on the ground and Billy's are fixed on you.

"A waiter will be around to tend to you soon," the man says in a rush before he's gone.

You smile at Billy watching him sit beside you, he gets in close, wrapping an arm around your waist and sliding it gently down to grip at the flesh of your thigh.

You gasp when he squeezes just a little too harshly, and you look up at him with wide eyes for an explanation.

"You know, I think I might have to take the day off tomorrow." He says.

Your eyebrows furrow, not understanding his meaning.

"Wh-why?" You murmur, wiggling a little to ease his rough grip, that only gets tighter when you try to get out of it.

"You're going to need a lot of care tomorrow." He says simply.

"What? Why?"

A kiss to your cheek, and you turn your head instinctively so that he can whisper in your ear.

"Because," he murmurs slowly, the heat of his breath on your skin makes your nipples tighten in your bra, "I'm going to punish you so thoroughly tonight that I doubt you'll be able to stand tomorrow."

You sputter.

"What? But- I didn't even do anything wrong!" You protest.

He makes a noise of sympathy.

"Oh, my dumb little princess." He coos, pinching your chin between his fingers, "You haven't done a thing right today at all."

"Hello! My name is Martha and I'll be you're waitress this evening. Have you had a chance to look at the menu?"

But Billy is a man who already knows what he wants, and he does so with an ease of familiarity that makes you wish you could pull his cock out and get on your knees right here-

You blink when he says your name in question. Both him and the waitress look at you expectantly and you freeze.

"Can you, um, is it okay if you pick something for me? I can't decide."

You know what he'd say if there was no one listening, but instead of telling you what a dumb girl you are for needing daddy to order, he simply smiles, and tells Martha what you'd like.

"Would you like red or white wine?" He asks, and though you usually prefer white wine, this time, you ask for red.

•

"Wow." You say in admiration, leaning into Billy as you watch a woman walk past, "I really love her shoes."

Billy hums, eyes following where you're looking.

"Those are the Aveline one hundred," you murmur in appreciation, "so cute."

"They're just shoes." He says, and you know he's only teasing you, but you smile, ready to tease back.

"Yeah," you say with a challenge in your voice, "and your Wraith is just a car."

A smile breaks out on his face.

"Oh, how dare you," he groans, turning to pull your body as close to his as possible, his hands tight on your behind.

"My Wraith is an experience, a way of life."

You giggle, hands roaming up his chest and around his shoulders, "And so are those shoes." You argue.

Laughing together, his forehead pressed to yours and his body all around you.

"I bet those shoes would look pretty on my shoulders while I railed you." He says, trying to get under your skin.

"Only one way to find out," you taunt back.

•

Dinner is delicious, he orders you lobster pasta while he eats an amazing platter of lamb chops and risotto. He feeds you bites of his food intermittently and you do the same.

The wine is a bit too dry for your tastes, but you try to appreciate it a bit more, because it's going to come in handy later.

You have to time it right, or else it won't work. You excuse yourself to use the restroom, accidentally dropping your napkin and bending over to reach for the small square of cloth before placing it onto the seat and giggling as you walk off confidently. You maybe get a little lost searching for the restroom, and you smile easily at the waitress that guides you.

You take a little longer, making sure everything is perfectly in place for him to tear it off you tonight, and you smile at yourself in the mirror.

"Sorry," you say with a giggle, returning to him, "got a tiny bit lost looking for the restroom."

He smirks.

"It's okay, princess, I understand."

And at the the very last moment, your heel catches the foot of the table once more, and you trip, accidentally knocking over your glass of red wine.

It's like art, the way the wine glides through the air, hits the light grey of his shirt and drips down the front.

There's a stunned moment of silence between you two, before you're murmuring apologies, reaching for a napkin to dab at his shirt.

"Oh, god Billy I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean to." You pause your dabbing to look up at him, freezing at the look he's giving you.

He's like a coiled predator, looking at you carefully with a calm expression on his face.

The corner of his lip twitches as he takes in your worried an apologetic expression.

He doesn't say a word, grabbing your wrist and pulling the napkin from your grip, discarding it somewhere before he's pulling at you.

You once again have to stumble to keep up, always trying to draw less attention to yourselves unless someone thinks you're unwilling in this little game you're playing with him.

"My car, please." He says to the valet, who's already scrambling when he notices Billy approaching.

Billy's hand remains tight on your wrist, you lean into him a little when the cold of the night cuts into you, remembering that you left his jacket behind and you'll have to shyly remind him tomorrow.

"I'm sorry, Billy, I didn't mean to."

"I know, princess, I know you're just too dumb to be careful."

You ignore the look the valet throws your way when he overhears, uncaring about what other people might think when you're about to get exactly what you want.

•

He doesn't look at you as the car pulls up, but his hand remains tight on your wrist. He takes the keys from the valet and guides you into the passenger seat before shutting the car door for you. He doesn't say a word the entire way home.

•

He pulls you into his apartment, and when the door slams shut, he finally releases your wrist.

"Knees." He says quickly, and your mouth opens to speak.

"I didn't mean to, Billy. Please..."

He laughs, and the sound send shivers of fear and arousal down your spine.

"Mean to?" He asks, approaching you slowly, but you step back with each step he takes forward.

"Are you saying that riling me up wasn't your plan? Dressing up in that little dress, forgetting to bring a jacket when I told you to? Almost flashing that man when you were sitting down?"

You're shaking your head with each accusation he throws your way.

"I didn't- I didn't-"

"Oh? You didn't?" He mocks, "So you're you're so much of a ditz that you didn't know you put your ass right in my face earlier when you dropped your napkin? That ruining daddy's expensive shirt was an accident?"

"I'm-"

You're cut off when he grabs the back of your head, pulling your body to his, stopping your movements.

"Get. On your knees. Before I put you there." He says evenly, and you whimper, kneeling slowly onto the hardwood floor near his kitchen.

"Finally," he sighs, pulling away, "at least a dumb little girl like you understands orders." He steps behind you, and you can't see what he's doing. You hear moving around, but you know better than to look, you know your punishment is going to be harsh enough without the added penance of looking at him.

You jump when you hear a pop, the sound of a wine bottle being uncorked.

"I bet you're still thirsty, princess, after spilling all your wine. You never even got a good sip of it hmm?"

You can only look up at him when he circles back into your vision, a bottle of red in his hand.

You gulp.

"Here baby, why don't you have some more?"

You can't protest, because he's pressing the mouth of the bottle against your lips in the next second. You're forced to swallow or get your dress dirty, and you try your best, taking a few mouthfuls of the concoction before pushing the bottle away from your face.

"That's it? All full? But there's so much left."

You whine in distress.

"I guess if you can't drink it, you'll just have to wear it."

You gasp when the cool liquid touches the crown of your head, soaking your scalp and clumping your hair. It runs in rivulets down your chest and into your dress. A little runs too close to your eye and you tilt your head up to avoid it accidentally hurting you. He adjusts his hand, pointing it toward your chest and you look up at him, while he smirks in satisfaction, dousing you with the wine.

You shiver as it traces its way down your dress, soaking your skin and filling your nose with the scent of fermentation. Your nipples tingle as the liquid soaks into your bra and causes your dress to cling to your thighs.

He finally stops drenching you, tilting the bottle up, and you watch the wine form a little puddle on his floor that you know he could care less about.

He looks pleased when your eyes meet his.

"Oops." He murmurs evenly, "Guess my hand slipped."

You pout at him.

"That sweet pout," he murmurs, leaning forward to take your jaw in his hand, his thumb brushing over your lips, "makes me want to ruin you in every way possible. Open your mouth."

You only part your lips a little, watching him take a long sip from the bottle before leaning over you. His hand tightens on your jaw, opening your mouth more, and your eyes widen when he parts his lips to let the wine fall from his mouth into yours.

Your eyes flutter shut in bliss, fuck yes you wanted him to destroy you, pull you apart and make you his own little plaything.

"Don't swallow yet, baby, let's see if your dumb little brain can follow orders."

He leaves you then, walking away, while unbuttoning his shirt, you kneel in the puddle of wine, your mouth full of the same thing, trying to be as good as possible.

You wonder what your punishment's going to be. Is he going to spank your ass? No, too easy, maybe your pussy. You press your thighs together. Maybe he's going to fuck your face and come all over you and get you even messier than you are now. You shift a little, feeling your body ache for him.

You hear the sound of his footsteps as he approaches you, and your body tingles in excitement.

"Still holding onto my spit, princess?" He asks, a hand on your head.

You nod, parting your lips to show him the now warm liquid sloshing around in your mouth.

He hums.

"You can swallow now." He permits, and you don't hesitate to do as commanded.

You look up at him, noting that he's removed his shirt, looking down at you with narrowed eyes.

"Up." He says, and you scramble to your feet as best as possible. Your knees ache from where you've been kneeling, and your ankles hurt, uncomfortable in your heels.

He doesn't ask, grabbing your upper arm and pulling you with meaningful, measured steps into the living room. He doesn't stop until your face is pressed into the floor to ceiling window.

"Look at the pretty view you have because of me." He says, angrily pulling at the zipper of your dress, handling it so roughly that you hear several seams break as he pulls it from your body.

"I buy your clothes, and your shoes, and all those bags you love-" he tugs your bra off next, kneading your breasts in the palm of his hands, "- you only have to look pretty and be my good girl. Instead-" he pinches your nipples roughly and your head falls back against his chest, "- instead you act like a dumb little slut that can barely keep her head on straight."

You whine his name.

"Well if you want to be a dumb slut, I'll just have to treat you like one, yeah?"

You can't respond, to lost in his rough groping to respond.

Suddenly he slaps your cheek, and you moan, the sting is too gentle for your tastes but it gets your attention.

"This is an easy one, princess. Do you want me to treat you like the dumb slut I think you are?"

You nod quickly.

"Yes, sir, please." You beg, smiling when he spins you in his arms, looking down at your body, sticky and covered in drying wine.

"Look at you." He hums, "Ready to do whatever I ask. Eager to let me have any inch of you that I want."

You watch the power settle behind his eyes, a pleased look as he raises his hand to pat your cheek roughly.

"Harder." You beg, and he obliges, the pat moving into a gentle slap across your face.

"Daddy, please." You beg, and he pulls his hand back just a little bit more, a sharp sting on each cheek.

He's watching your face closely, looking for any sign that you're not enjoying it, slapping you across the face was only good for him if he could see and hear how much you enjoyed it.

"Thank you daddy." You say, opening your eyes to look at him, and he wants to break you senselessly right here, come deep inside of you and watch it drip out and have you beg for more.

More of him.

"Let me fuck your face." He says, an order, not a question and you're on your knees again in seconds, no further prompt necessary.

You wait, for his approval, hands fisted in your lap. You know that he'd only slap your hands away and call you an eager little slut if you tried to reach for him without his say.

"Go ahead." He permits, and it's all you need, reaching up to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants and getting your first real touch of his cock for the day. You pump him in your hand for a bit, working yourself up, before kissing the tip.

"Hands behind your back. Tongue out." He orders, a hand cupping the back of your head.

You obey, eager and ready for him to fuck your face.

He starts slow for your benefit, working his big cock slowly into your mouth and letting you grow accustomed to the feeling.

You can't help moaning around him as he fills your mouth, and you hear him chuckle above you.

"Does my dumb little girl like having her mouth filled?"

"Mhmm" you hum.

"Is that why you're so dumb? Because you like to suck more than you like to talk?"

"Mmm." You hum again.

He doesn't give you much of a warning before he starts thrusting into your mouth.

You hear him let out a low moan.

"Your dumb mouth feels like heaven, baby, fuck."

He withdraws his length from your mouth.

"Suck on my balls." He murmurs, and angles his hips so that his length rests on your face and his balls are nestled in your mouth. It makes you feel so good, to be an object for is pleasure, almost a basic receptacle for his torment. You want to be debased by him, and only him. You use your tongue, massaging him with your mouth as best as possible until he's groaning loudly.

You wish he would come on your face- you want to feel his warm sticky seed drip from your cheek and down your chest, and you want him to use you in any way he wants.

He pulls back, and you can't resist the little pout you make.

A laugh from him and you're being pulled up and lifted.

Your legs wrap around his hips, and you lean into him as he walks you to his room.

He puts you down, and you watch him sit on the bed.

"Over my lap." He says, and you do as he says, settling your mostly naked body over his, his hand resting on your ass easily.

"How many do you want?" He asks, and you try to conceal your shiver of delight at being asked.

"Twenty, please." You say to him and he chuckles.

"That's quite a lot, baby, sure you can handle it?"

"Now who's asking dumb questions?" You snip.

The first spank is hard, and you groan, feeling your body relax as the pain sinks into your skin.

He tugs your underwear down your thighs, kissing the round of your ass before giving you another.

He's unforgiving, unrelenting, and you find yourself leaning into each touch. He spanks your pussy intermittently, and you squeal when it happens, wriggling to raise your head but he simply presses his hand into your back to keep you bent over.

You kick your legs when it gets a little painful, but it really does nothing more than getting you spanked harder.

When it really starts to hurt, he takes a longer time between spanks, rubbing your bare ass to both soothe and remind you of the sting.

"Are you enjoying this?" He asks, and you moan when you feel two of his fingers ghosting over your puffy slit.

"Yes, Billy." You sigh, yelping when his broad hand smacks your thigh.

"Yes? But this is a punishment, you're not supposed to like it."

You mumble something incoherently and you're rewarded with another painful spank.

"I'm a dumb little girl, sir, and I think every touch you give me is a good touch." You say louder so that he can hear.

"Even when it hurts?" He asks.

"Yes," you moan, "Touch me and see for yourself."

You sigh, feeling his probing fingers slip between your legs, he hums in appreciation, swirling his fingers expertly over your clit.

"Oh, baby, look at how well that pussy's trying to get ready for me." He pushes two fingers into you and you relax on top of him, mewling when he decides to go so slow for your benefit.

He withdraws his fingers and gives you one final spank, before pulling you up.

"How many was that, princess?"

Your eyes widen.

"Um- I'm not- uhh."

He chuckles.

"You weren't counting? Don't you know you're supposed to be counting?"

"I- uhhh."

"Stop making those dumb little sounds." He says harshly and you pout.

He pushes you back on the bed, tugging your heels off your feet.

"Can you even count?" He asks, tossing your shoes haphazardly, reaching for your underwear next, "Or do you need daddy to do everything for you?"

" 'm sorry daddy. I can count I swear."

He hovers over you, grinning.

"Yeah? Why don't you count how many times I make you come?"

You swallow, nodding your head, and he doesn't hesitate to line himself up and push the head of his cock into you.

He groans above you.

"Fuck, your dumb little head is worth it for this cunt." He grunts, pushing a little more of himself in, rocking his hips to get to accustomed to his size before adding a little bit more.

You sob as he fills you, nails digging into his shoulders, he feels unbelievably amazing inside you and you struggle to find the words to tell him.

"Gonna make you come over and over, see if your brain can keep up." He grunts, before he's laying into you with slow, precise strokes.

You come almost immediately, and you hear another grunt before he laughs. He doesn't stop, moving at a measured pace, until your brain is mush and your body is pliant and shaking under him.

You're lost in his body, intoxicated by the pleasure he gives so easily, a melding of your forms as he reminds you why your body is only his.

His mouth descends on your collarbone, biting and sucking, leaving angry marks that you're grateful for.

When you've come a second time, he flips you onto your hands and knees, and pushes into you again.

He takes, and he takes and you're glad to give. He tugs your hair into his fist, keeping your back arched as his pace increases. The room is filled with the shared sounds of your pleasure and quiet adoration.

You lose track after orgasm number five, unable to keep your head on straight with Billy's cock so remarkably deep inside you.

"How many?" He finally asks, when you're on your back again, his body pressed in close, his breath on your lips.

You can only let out a pitiful sound.

He laughs.

"I knew you couldn't count." He teases.

And then his hand is around your throat, squeezing tightly, and you claw at his skin when his hips increase their pace.

"Don't come yet." He orders, turning his head to rub his cheek against your nose. You know he can feel you, clenching around him, near orgasm.

"You don't come unless I say, you don't think, unless I say." He looks down at you, hands tightening around your throat, "You don't breathe. Unless. I . Say."

Fuck yes, you think, eyes welling with tears as you try to hold your orgasm at bay.

A single tear rolls down your cheek and he grunts in pleasure, his grip on your neck eases.

"Come for me."

Your vision goes white, your body convulses violently as you orgasm. You squeeze his cock tightly inside you, until he moans loudly, spilling his come inside you, his cock pulsing along with your walls as you drain him dry.

You're both breathing heavily, and when you meet his eyes, you're rewarded with a smile and a little kiss.

The first kiss of the evening, followed by gentle ones in between breaths.

"You're perfect." He whispers into your mouth and you sigh in pleasure, "My perfect girl."

He stays inside you for as long as possible, but honestly you can't remember too much after that, your body succumbing to exhaustion pretty quickly.

You only come to a little when he's easing you into the warm bath, you watch his back, covered in scratches as he grabs your shampoos and everything necessary to get you clean.

You can barely focus on anything much but his body behind you in the bath, and his hands in your hair.

•

Later, he tucks you into bed, checking you over before pulling you into his chest, slow circles on your back.

"I have a surprise for you." He says gently, and you're caught up in the sound of his heartbeat, "But it can wait until tomorrow."

"Okay," you whisper, "G'night Billy."

A kiss to the top of your head.

"Night, princess."

•

You're sore the morning after, but you're glad to wake in his arms, he kisses the top of your head before he slips out of bed to make you coffee.

Everything aches as you stretch, from your throat to your thighs and your knees too.

You catch a peek of yourself in the bathroom mirror, and smile a little when you see the abundance of bruises and bites left behind.

Walking hurts a little, so you resettle on the bed after shrugging on an old shirt of his.

•

He comes back a little later, giving you a cup of coffee with just the right amounts of sugar and cream. You hum delightfully as you sip it.

"Come," he says when you finish your cup, "I have a surprise for you."

"Walking kind of hurts." You mumble, and he smiles proudly, reaching for you to pick you up.

Your arms around his neck, and your legs wrapped around his waist and he tells you to close your eyes.

You giggle when he kisses the tip of your nose, a gentle command to not peek.

"Okay, open."

He's taken you into his closet, holding out something for you to see, and you gasp in delight as you take the pretty heel from his hand.

"You got them for me? Oh, daddy, thank you, thank you thank you!"

"That's not the only thing." He says with a chuckle.

He turns, so that you can see what's behind you, and your mouth drops open in shock, the heel slips from your hand and falls to the ground with a muffled thud.

Against the far wall of his closet, where his shoes usually are, you're shocked to see that half of the wall has been replaced with heels. Not every spot is filled, but you're shocked to find the gorgeous butterfly heels in several different colours, along with the Jimmy Choos you'd pointed out last night.

"Billy." You say in shock, turning to look at him for some explanation as to why half of his closet is now empty.

"Move in with me." He says, your noses colliding gently.

You can only smile, giddy with excitement, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you lean forward to press his lips securely to yours.

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