#I LOVE BLANCHE DEVEREAUX SO MUCH

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Thanks for the tag @witchybitchybisexual So sorry it took so longgg~

Questions For My Mutuals and whoever wants to join!

1. How did you find out about the show?

I saw a compilation video of Dorothy and Sophia's moments on Facebook and decided to watch it. At the time, I had just finished watching The Big Bang Theory and season 10 of Modern Family. This was back in 2020 when the pandemic started.

2. One storyline you’d eliminate?

Hmmm not really a storyline but an episode. The Empty nest episode...

4. Character you most relate to?

I always say this: I am a Dorothy with a hint of Sophia, who shares the same name with Rose, and badly wants to be like Blanche.

5. Favourite character?

B.E.D 😁😍

6. Favourite story of a cast member?

Also the story on how Rue and Betty got their roles :D

7. Which was the episode that got you hooked?

Hmmm As soon as I watched the pilot, I got hooked. But to be fair, it was really that one scene from the video compilation that made me want to watch it.

Dorothy: Well, at least I stood up for my principles.

Sophia: This is the proudest I've been of you in my whole life.

Dorothy: Thanks, Ma.

Sophia: Can you believe it? My whole life and this is the proudest I've ever been.

Sophia:

8. You could wear one girl’s wardrobe for the rest of your life, who would you pick?

Blanche's, though I don't have the confidence or the body for it… Her wardrobe is gorgeous!

9. How many kids do you think they all actually had?

Oh, I don't really know. I think Dorothy got 2, Sophia 3, Blanche 4? I'm not sure… and Rose 1?? 😅😅😅

10. Do you think the actresses would’ve gotten along with their characters if they met in real life? Why/Why not?

They would all get along so well. Blanche and Rue would talk about men and fashion. Dorothy and Bea probably bond over books. Rose and Betty would bond over their love for animals. Sophia and Estelle would probably bond over cooking.

11. What are your other comfort shows?

The Big Bang Theory, Modern Family, Maude, The Nanny

12. Headcanons? (Feel free to list as many as you’d like)

Blanche and Dorothy often go out together to escape the craziness of Rose and Sophia.

Sometimes Dorothy picks up Blanche from the museum, and they head home together.

Dorothy wrote a novel about their adventures but never got it published.

Blanche enjoys sunbathing on the lanai completely nude.

Sophia frequently convinces Rose to drive her around town, visiting places she's never been allowed to go and indulging in treats, making Rose foot the bill.

Once a year, the girls take a vacation to their hometown (for example, they visit Hollingsworth Manor or Brooklyn). Their least favorite town they visited is, unsurprisingly, St. Olaf.

Dorothy and Blanche have had at least one romantic encounter. Or maybe many times, many many times~ There, I said it… I love them together!

13. What would you change (if anything) about the show/ characters if it was set in the modern day?

Imagine an episode where the girls are on a video call, like that one Modern Family episode. The costume designs would be great too! I'd love to see Blanche trying trendy clothes and getting criticized by the girls. Oh, and Sophia making a Tinder profile for Dorothy with the help of Blanche and Rose would be hilarious!

14. Which other Fictional Characters would you like each one of the golden girls to meet?

I always wanted Blanche and Dorothy to meet Vivian and Maude. That would be quite a dynamic encounter!

15. Who were your favourite duo?

Ha! Blanche and Dorothy~

15. Who should’ve got more 1:1 screen time with each other?

Blanche and Sophia

16. Calmest season?

Hmmmm I don't know. the last 3?

17. Most chaotic season?

Seasons 2 and 3

18. Favorite Season?

Seasons 1 and 2

19. If the girls hadn’t had their established careers, what other ones could you picture them doing?

Hmm, Dorothy as a librarian, Rose owning a pet shop, Blanche as a real estate agent, and Sophia maybe volunteering at a pizza shop or even at the library where Dorothy works—though, let's be honest, Shady Pines always has a place for her, right?

20. Best aspects of the show in your opinion?

Everything~

21. (This question is for my fellow cheesecake lovers) favourite cheesecake flavour?

I'm so sorry but I am like Bea. I'm not particularly fond of cheesecake.

22. Storyline you wished they had expanded upon?

It would be fascinating to explore each of the girls' pasts through more flashbacks from their childhood.

23. Questions you’d ask the actresses?

Oh, I just want to meet them and give them a hug, especially Rue. Also, I want to say I love them all. Maybe I could even ask her if I could be her daughter—my mom and Rue shared the same birth date.

24. Episode that brings you the most comfort?

Episodes where Blanche and Dorothy fight but make up in the end. Their reconciliations are always so sweet.

25. Episode that made you laugh the hardest?

Hmmm, It's a tough choice. I can't pick one

26. Which other work that the actresses did you enjoy the most?

MAUDE and all of Rue's work~

27. Best St Olaf Story?

Definitely the Great Herring War

28. Best slut story?

The one with Billy, or Bobby? Yeah, Bobby. Yeah, it was Bobby... or was it, Ben? Oh, who knows? Anyway, it started with a "B". 😉

29. Best Sicily story?

The story about pepperoni swimming upstream :D

30. Which girl would you be most interested in seeing a prequel of? And at which point in their life?

My Southern Belle, BLANCHEYYY

Tagging: @moun-chan @risingsoleil @eddiemartha @hecatesbroom @eeblouissant and anyone else who wants to join

[eeblouissant]

tonight’s silly things

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that I think both of Blanche's middle names are real. She was named 'Blanche Marie Hollingsworth' at birth, and she later changed her name to 'Blanche Elizabeth Devereaux' when she got married. The middle name 'Marie' was too painful a reminder of her mammy Viola (from the way she says it in her episode, it sounds like she used to call Blanche by her full name pretty often), so some time after Viola left Blanche started using 'Elizabeth' as her middle name, probably told George it was her middle name, and took the chance when she got married to formally change it.

[hecatesbroom]

Blanche's grandma's place is the only place she felt consistently loved in... no I'm fine. I'm fine

[this-geek]

As per my rewatch here are some thoughts I had. They are in no order because I got distracted so just little bullet points.

The Pilot

The layout of the house is so different.

Coco!

Sophia's wig is terrible

She seems sicker in this first episode, like I don't know how to explain it but she just seems more impulsive.

Blanche's accent is so light. Like the difference between the pilot and the first episode, is such a jump.

Episode 2: Kate's Wedding

Aaaaahhhh! Why is Dorothy expected to be the bigger person all the time?! Her husband cheated on her and fucked off without telling her and it's all, don't be mean Mom! Kate get your head out of your ass and let her be mad at the rat bastard.

The tears in her eyes when she says goodbye to him...I can't even!

Episode 3: The Arnie Episode

Jealous Blanche is so funny here, she blows a fucking raspberry at her hahaha

Oh my god it's Miles...I mean Arnie!

The way Blanche says Get outta here scratches my brain.

The ending is so cute. The way Dorothy was so desperate for the hot goss and Rose's face when she returns from her room confirming she hit the sheets.

[queenofquestions]

Bringing Up Baby is my absolute favorite movie ever (that’s why I have it as the picture at the top of my blog :)

Well, just imagine how excited I was to learn that there was an episode of Golden Girls inspired by it!

And, let me tell you, it did Not disappoint! Besides being absolutely hilarious, it had some great golden wives moments.

They plan on raising a baby the three of them together? And then they plan to use the money to buy a car together? And then this is their reconciliation…

[athgalla-arts]

thamk yuou for being a frend :) I might lowkey casually ship Rose and Blanche I also hope I capture the "opossum you found rooting around in your garage at 3 AM" energy Sophia has Dorothy is tough to doodle but aa I love her

[agneswarda]

golden girls is so amazing i even made a powerpoint

(I copy-pasted the main text under the cut. unfortunately, I can't find the time for a proper alt text. life is stressful rn)

-Picture it: Miami, late 80s/early 90s. four 60+ women

-living together.

-Sure, they talk a lot about (straight) sex

-but what we see on screen is their dynamic. Their deep friendship. Their love also they often act quite gay with eachother. amazing

-Did i mention they are old. They are old and deal with getting sick and aging. A lot.

-But their life isn‘t over. They might not be related. But they are family, and they are here for each other

-These four women are the Golden Girls.

-You are in for a treat. A 7 seasons 25 episodes long treat

Introducing the girls: Dorothy Zbornak

-not to be a lesbian but omg

-Tall soft butch

-quick-witted

-sarcastic

-her voice *swoons*

-would make numbers on tumblr

-> her idea of a good time is being Alone wiht a book in her room

-> Huge dorky nerd

- Being vulnerable is not her strength but when she is It‘s amazing. Soft. makes me cry

Introducing the girls: Blanche Devereaux

-slutty

-sexy

-selfish

-sensitive

-Sensual

-Did i mention slutty

-And proud of it

-All these things are her strenghts as well as her weaknesses

 -She is actually quite complex

Introducing the girls: Rose Nylund

-Sweet

-Loving

-Kind

-caring

-Everyone says she‘s Dumb

-I think she might just Be neurodivergent?!??!!!! With her special interest

-Being St. Olaf

-The place she comes from

-Has amazing st olaf stories for everything

-Can also be a judgy bitch sometimes

Introducing the girls: Sophia Petrillo

-SHE WOULD MAKE NUMBERS ON TUMBLR

-„You're a funny little gnome, and we feed you too much.”

-This quote describes her perfectly

-It’s Dorothy who says it to her

-Who is incidentally her daughter

-Trickster energy

-Don‘t know if she is gay. But she commits crimes

-It‘s her way of dealing with old age

-And all the limitations it brings

-The show would just be half as funny without her

But op. Is it really this good. It‘s so old

I will admit: not everything aged well. Be also prepared for:

-it‘s v white. If they have characters of color, they sometimes work well. And sometimes it‘s embarassing to watch bc harmful stereotypes (not often but yeah. It happens.)

-Bodyshaming: the girls tease each other about their height, weight etc. and sometimes it can really become a lot/too much.

-Rose is so often the butt of the joke for not understanding situations. I think a lot of neurodivergent folks can relate. And it can hurt to hear the same old mean comments again and again

BUT

-This is a series which was never afraid of complicated topics

-First and foremost: the queer advocacy and topics were and still are amazing. The found family of it all alone.

-Also: death,being sick, being disabled. Getting old. Not performing the gender The way one would like to (anymore) (so. yes. Dysphoria. In a way). The financial aspect of it all. These are important topics which are treated with humor (of course) but also with respect

-it‘s a kind show which has its heart in the right place

-And i mean

-4 old women who are „just“ friends living together, supporting eachother?

-That shit is still revolutionary in the year of our lord 2024

So give it a chance!!!!11!!!!!111

[eeblouissant]

AAAAAAA <<3333

I'm new to the fandom & this is one of my first humble contributions

[liminalpebble]

Hi, lovely! 💕 I’d like to request a drabble featuring Magnus. Perhaps a smutty one? I’ll leave all the details up to you.

(You cannot convince me that boy isn’t a freak! He’s likely got some tricks that would make even Blanche Devereaux herself blush.)

Hello my love! Thank you for being a friend!

By sheer luck I did a raunchy as fuck Magnus fic not too long ago based on a brilliant prompt from @muddyorbs.

Her request was to put Magnus and OFC on a mission together and he finds a little vibe in her suitcase and things get spicy. It's a very hostile fucky situation and I imagine our girl as a Lisbeth Salander type because my queer little heart is in love with her too. Anyway, I hope this pleases your inner Blanche as you reach for the cheesecake.

Much love, '

Peb

Magnus Martinsson fanfic, Magnus Martinsson x OFC, smut!, one shot, enemies to lovers (well...fuckers?), hostile but very consensual fucking, Minors DNI

Word count: about 3000 (sorry...bit of a honker. Worth it. I promise).

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Bullets

Mara rolled her black-lined eyes when the call from Wallander came in. “Mara, are you still freelancing? We really need a tech wizard on this one.”

“Cute euphemism, Kurt...points for flattery. You need a hacker who will do the dirty work so your little lapdog techie can keep his hands clean while micromanaging me.”

Wallander sighed, and quipped sarcastically, “Why, yes, Mara, I'm doing very well, thanks. How are you today? Still your charming self, I see. By the way, you're on speaker. ” He looked across the conference table to where Martinsson (said lapdog techie) was glaring at his superior for putting him in this situation yet again.

Mara's eyes scanned around her tiny apartment full of computer equipment and old band tee shirts piled in an ever-increasing mound of black cotton. In her own mind, she'd named it Mount Doom. “Oh you know, Kurt, living that rich girl high life,” she replied in a prickly tone, toking on the remains of a joint from the night before. “And whose fault is it that I'm on speaker, hm? Really. You should know better by now.” She blew smoke out in a resigned exhale, “Alright Wallander, tell that minion of yours I'm in. I'm sure he'll be delighted.”

Kurt raised his voice. “His name is Magnus, or Detective Martinsson and I'd appreciate it if you stop calling him 'lapdog' or 'minion' especially to his face as you seem rather fond of doing...”

“Alright Kurt, see you tomorrow,” she said interrupting his lecture to end the conversation.

“Charming,” Magnus groaned.

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“The same room?” Mara said, with an air of annoyance, hauling her bags up the hill to the rundown Motorlodge.

Martinsson sighed and said with an edge of frustration, “Yes Mara, the same room. We can't work together from different rooms.”

“Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, minion! I know that, but I thought that at least when we're taking shifts we'd have our own space to rest. It could be days! It would have been nice if the police department had sprung at least for adjoining rooms. I'd even tolerate sharing a bathroom with you if...”

Magnus stopped in his tracks, putting a hand up so she nearly stumbled directly into him. “Can you please, please not do this? I'm just here to do my job, just like you are. Can we try not to be at each other's throats?” As he said it she couldn't help looking at his throat, that pretty pale neck and sharp jawline she'd love to suck on and bite and make him moan while...

“Mara!” he barked, snapping her out of her lurid daydream.

“Okay...fucking hell. Okay,” she said, shouldering past him to enter the little 70's time capsule of a room. He fortified himself with a deep breath, stepping into her wake.

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“Well,” she said, between sips from the paper cup, “At least the Bates Motel has a pretty decent coffee machine.”

They both laughed and smiled to each other, faces bathed in the blue glow of computer screens; a rare truce. They had set up efficiently, both very good at their jobs and surprisingly good at working together despite the personality clashes.

“See?”

“See what?” Mara asked, sitting forward to scan the screen.

Magnus put a finger on her chin to turn her face towards him instead. “See how nice it can be when we actually just have a pleasant cup of coffee together and work?”, he elaborated. It was adorable, she had to admit...those big innocent blue eyes and golden curls making him look like a particularly naive, hopeful and, possibly stupid, angel. But from his work and credentials, she knew he was far from idiotic; just sweet, gullible, optimistic. And as he was staring at her with that sweet dumb incredibly handsome face, it just made her inexplicably angry, like his kindness was some kind of trick.

She shrugged, and took a sip to avoid looking at him, then stated, “Their hard drives will take hours to clone. It's a waiting game for now.” She yawned and cracked her knuckles, stretching up from the uncomfortable chair to flop onto the tacky paisley comforter. A sliver of orange glow from the setting sun slid between the heavy curtains, illuminating her body, and Magnus couldn't help but notice that like that, in this wash of golden hour light, she really was very pretty. Yet, for some inexplicable reason Mara seemed almost determined not to be, with her prickly personality and tent-like clothes hiding her rather nice curves. What a shame he thought.

Magnus took the opportunity to move too, rising to his feet and stretching his long arms over his head. Mara peeked at him with one surreptitiously open eye to drink in the sharp dips and muscle of his lower belly and hips as his shirt raised, ever so slightly, to show skin. Why does he have to have the body of a fucking Greek god? Jesus Christ. Eyes wondering south, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rather generous outline in his pants, she saw where his service revolver was strapped to him in a shocking interruption of black metal and leather. It didn't suit such a soft, posh, pretty boy to be toting around a gun like some cowboy. Having come from a wealthy suburb, Martinsson could never understand the grip of fear firearms held on poor neighborhoods like hers. She didn't like guns, and she didn't like the criminals or the cops who didn't seem to mind using them liberally in her childhood neighborhood while everyone else was caught in the crossfire.

“Do you have to wear that thing?” Mara asked, gesturing to the holster. “It's only me. I'm like a foot shorter than you and you could probably kill me with your bare hands if you wanted. Are there bullets in it now?”

Magnus turned to her, eyes soft and considerate. “Well, yes. It's part of the job. We have to wear them at all times on the clock and they have to be loaded. And it's not you I'm afraid of, Mara,” he said, sitting beside her on the bed, looking at his hands. “It's you I need to be ready to protect if things go south.”

Mara turned to perch on her elbow and look up at him, genuinely swooning for a second before she recovered hastily, coating it with sarcasm. “Awww...my hero. This is why they call you The Prince Charming of Ystad? And I know damn well you're afraid of me.”

“Not afraid...annoyed. Are you allergic to having a single genuine moment of humanity between us? What have I ever done to you?” he huffed sounding wounded, and standing up again to pace.

She groaned, standing up to face him, admitting to herself that she had been especially hard on him, and she couldn't even be entirely sure why (or at least, she wouldn't admit why, not even to herself). “Look, Magnus, I'm sorry, really.”

“Really?” he said cautiously, distrustful and surprised.

“Yeah..yeah, really. I've been such a bitch to you.”

As Magnus spotted the unprecedented chink in her armor, it set off the explosion of a tirade. It finally released itself from his mouth after brewing for months and he was powerless to stop it. “Listen. I don't know why you're like this, Mara, really I don't. I haven't done a bloody thing to deserve this, neither has Kurt.”

Mara felt a little fizzle of fear at the mounting growl in his voice, and she felt a little ashamed, but also aroused. It was deeply confusing.

“I wasn't socialized enough as a puppy. Why the fuck do you think, pretty boy? You're cops. I don't like cops. I don't like what you stand for...your mindless conformity...”

Magnus' voice rose, “Did it occur to you that some of them, Kurt and I for example, chose this life to protect people? Because we care about people, even people like you who hate us. And I'm not saying you don't have a good reason to hate the police, but you don't have to hate us. We're on your bloody side. And...and you think you're so clever and rebellious with your bitch act and your black hair dye....and and...your edgy jewelry,” he continued, reaching down to her open bag where there was an unusual silver necklace, with a heavy bullet for a pendant. He lifted it saying, “Oh so you don't like guns and bullets, but you'll wear them to look oh so cool and fashionable? What a fucking hypocrite...”

Mara was thunderstruck (and frankly excited) by his anger but the end of his little speech made her want to laugh hysterically. He had no idea that what he was holding was a state-of-the-art vibrator, beautifully designed to multitask as a piece of jewelry styled after an actual bullet. She thwarted her chuckle to say simply, “Please put that back. It was expensive.”

Magnus blinked in confusion, as if slapped by her unexpected response. As he moved to put it back, one of his long fingers fumbled around it, accidentally pressing a hidden button. As he dropped it back on top of her bag of toiletries, it began to buzz. The detective narrowed his eyes, mouth agape as the gears turned in his lovely head. “Is...is your necklace...vibrating. Holy shit...is that a...”. His broad Cheshire cat smile unfurled across his face, as he began to chuckled in long breathy laughs.

Now it was her turn to be angry...not to mention mortified. She darted her hand out to switch it off, crossed her arms, and stormed to the other side of the room. “Oh this is rich,” he purred out in his deep delicious voice. “Why did you bring that? And when on earth did you expect to have the time and privacy to use it?”

She yelled, “That's none of your business! And I thought we'd have separate rooms.”

He moved closer, now standing directly in front of her. She felt that looking into his bright eyes might sear her like a laser, so she settled for looking forward at his chest. Then his long soft fingers, tucked themselves under her chin, raising her eyes to his, as he asked in a deep intimidating voice, “Mara, why did you really bring that with you?”

Fuck. She could see why he was so good at interrogations. This is the kind of man it was no use lying to. She sputtered, “Be...because I know it might be a few days and...”

“And?” he prompted, taking a step closer.

She fumbled nervously, “And...and...because I knew I'd be trapped with you strutting around with your perfect fucking body and your pretty fucking face and your sweet fucking disposition, and I'd have to take care of myself if I wanted to think straight...okay?”

His smile dropped even as the heat of excitement coursed through his body. Magnus could see she was flustered, defenses down, nearly to the point of tears. Finally it occurred to him; so this is why she was so mean, so prickly and defensive towards him... because she liked him so much. She was harboring a hopeless school girl crush and assumed all of his kindness towards her...his goodness...was some kind of joke to mock her. She ignored the reality that he paid attention to her because he liked her too. She excited and intrigued him, but that all turned to bitter frustration that she would never let him near her. He just kept encountering all that barbed wire around her and finally quit trying to breach it...until now.

“Mara,” he said her name reverently like a prayer, in a low gentle whisper, full of empathy and kindness. He moved his hand from where it still was propped under her chin, to cradle her face. Neither of them could say who moved first as they crashed together, but before they knew it they were latched onto each other's hot mouths, kissing, licking, biting, barely able to breathe and neither of them minded.

He moved to her neck, sucking it hungrily then growled into her ear, “You think that little gadget could hold a fucking candle to me?”. She moaned in response, sliding her shaking fingers to begin unbuttoning his shirt while he worked at his pants and his holster. He was peeled out in moments, looking absolutely mouthwatering in nothing but his underwear. Mara tore her shirt and bra off over her head, then pressed the swell of her breasts against his firm torso, while her lips rejoined his. Her leg swung around his waist as she licked up his throat, bit his earlobe playfully and said, “Pull my hair. Call me a bitch again...”

He was panting as he said, “I...didn't call you a bitch...I said it was a 'bitch act'...”.

She gathered his curls between her fingers and tugged while she bit at his lovely throat, drawing a nearly-pornographic moan from the young cop. “I said, call me a bitch, you pedant.”

It was adorable, how he struggled to get the word out. He was the type of well-bred man who had trouble calling a woman anything other than “Miss”, which made it even hotter when his eyes darkened and his mouth twisted as he growled out, “You delicious bitch” and wrapped his big hand around her ponytail, yanking sharply. She was grinding against he thick erection, teasing him, desperate for him, until he stopped her with a bruising grip on her hips and met her eyes. “You called me a lapdog, huh? Well, there's only one lap I'm interested in being in,” he said in a velvety purr as he tugged her pants and panties off of her, pushing her onto the bed completely naked, as he snaked between her legs, biting and sucking ravenously at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, breath ghosting against her soaked pussy. She wove her fingers into his hair with surprising gentleness as she sighed and writhed while he kissed his way up.

When he licked the first firm line up her slit she arched her back and gasped out, “Holy fuck,” while he chuckled against her skin and she could feel his smile.

“Mmmm...you're even more delicious than I imagined,” he confessed, and the idea of him jacking off, thinking about this only aroused her more.

He began to suck delicately on her clit and swirl his tongue, bringing her close to the brink in mere moments. She lifted his head gently and said, “Wait...wait.”

His big, bright eyes met hers, solicitous and concerned as he panted out, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...yeah amazing,” she said, smiling, “I just want to come on your cock. I want to feel you inside.”

“Oh darling...” he purred as he crawled farther up the bed to kiss her, sharing her own taste with her. He stood up for a moment to slide his boxers off, revealing his cock (which was just as gorgeous as the rest of him), stroking it lightly in one big hand. “Jesus Christ,” she gasped when she saw it, big and flushed with a tantalizing drip of precum. She crawled over to him and taking it into her mouth hastily, dying to savor it. He groaned in ecstatic surprise at the feeling of her hot mouth around him, her clever tongue caressing the hard length. He combed his hand through her hair, chuckling softly, teasing, “eager, are we darling?”

“Shut up and fuck me you cocky little shit,” she barked out playfully, making them both smile. “Prove to me that that little trinket will never satisfy me again, detective.”

He pinned her on her back, caging her between his strong arms, “Cocky, yes....little...well, my dear, I think we both know that's just a bit inaccurate.” His tone changed as he settled between her legs, and his hand stroked her cheek gently. He asked, “You're okay? This is okay?”

“Yes...please...just go in slowly?”

He nodded.

Magnus eased in gently, as they both gasped at the decadent feeling of his cock inside her slick, warm walls, adjusting to each other. “Mmmm. God...yes,” she purred, stroking his sharp cheekbone with her soft little hand. Meeting his eyes she said, “Magnus?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Now, please, fuck me like a whore.”

It rough and relentless as Magnus drove into her again and again while her legs clamped tight around him, calves bouncing on the muscular curve of his ass as he moved. The wave of both of their orgasms crashed quickly and simultaneously as they rode it out, making a mess of the old duvet, and collapsing naked against each other, spent and smiling. Mara massaged Mangus' head as he rested it against her breasts. He trailed little pecks along the soft skin, sighing contentedly. She peeked over his lovely golden fleece to see where the blue-glowing monitors were still reporting their downloads in progress with lots of time to go. Idly she said, “Looks like this is going to take longer than we thought.”

“Oh no, whatever shall we do in the meantime,” Magnus chimed in from where he had begun lapping his tongue over her tits, as they both laughed in an all encompassing high of relief.

@smolvenger @goblingirlsarah I can't think who else might like this one, but feel free to share!

[doppiogtpowder]

Got any headcanons for low honor Arthur x Molly? 👀

Nah , I'm more of high honor Arthur Morgan x Molly O'Shea guy

But I'm going to invent for you, so you don't be disappointed.

I apologize if some of those things feels out of character for low honor Arthur

Here we go

-low honor Arthur wouldn't be hesitant about having affair with Molly unlike his high honor version, He probably view as one time thing and just having fun while until he catches feelings for Molly O'Shea, Molly O'Shea probably saw it the same way or actually catches genuine feelings at first (for the first option, Arthur reacted similarly to the Arthur x Molly fanfic: Have Faith, Arthur but later forgive Molly for viewing him that way and make her love what she deserved)

-Low honor Arthur would give more suggestive inappropriate compliments and ways to make Molly O'Shea blushed embarrassing

-Low honor Arthur would encourage Molly to fight the girls if they disrespect her unless is Tilly, so they can talk it out

-Low honor Arthur would blushed when Molly wearing her nightgown when sleeping together in his tent

-Low honor Arthur Arthur would steal expensive stuff for Molly happiness during the saint Denis chapter

-Low honor Arthur would get gifts for Molly from stealing and killing people, this would make Molly get uncomfortable at first but later get used to it because low honor Arthur is the only person to care about her so much

-Molly would kissed low honor Arthur in front of some gang members unless it's dutch and his meat riders so she doesn't do it

-During her last encounter with Mary Linton,Low honor Arthur would reject her and say he found someone else to that accept him about not changing and doesn't bother with his life style,this would make Mary Linton sad and tell him that's she's glad he moved on faster and leave him without hesitation (I don't hate Mary Linton btw )

The high honor of this would be more positive note and Arthur apologize that him helping her make her think there chance of them being together, the difference it would be is Arthur would tell her that Molly doesn't care about what he is but would help him to improve himself and person , this would make Mary sad but relieved that Arthur found someone else that loves for what he is

The last letter of that would be positive and congrats him and Molly to find happiness with the ring in it

Back in low honor, The last letter would be sad and desired the best for them but little bitterness on it

-Molly would make inappropriate suggestive at low honor Arthur when he checks his gun in holster

-Molly would write poetry about being in love with terrible man that's who's wonderful to her (Low honor Arthur)

@blanche-elizabeth-devereaux

[eeblouissant]

I’ve been seeing this everywhere so here’s a bxd version 😭

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

See, the thing about loving Blanche as a character so much is that I don't think I could ever fully explain it to a casual viewer.

Like, if I tell them that I love her because she's dramatic, and energetic, and witty, and delightfully funny, and charming, and stunning, and free, and fiery, and with a much, much bigger heart than it might seem, and a thousand more things for which I actually do, sincerely, love her, they'll believe me, of course.

But how do I tell them that one of the special reasons I love her is that she has a void at the core of her being that's shaped like George. How do I tell them that one of the central points of her character, one of the threads that holds her together, is this overwhelming, desperate grief over her sudden loss. How do I tell them to watch S5E18 An Illegitimate Concern and pay attention to the way her expression changes when David reveals that he's George's son, or to the way her voice breaks when she says 'then I find out that the only man I ever loved cheated on me' (the only man [she] ever loved, and she says it like that, out loud, laid bare in her shocked pain). How do I tell them that towards the end of the episode there's this exchange:

[David:] There he is. I've got his eyes. [Blanche:] I know.

I know, she says, and it sinks in then and there that for the entire episode Blanche has been seeing this young man with eyes that must have felt familiar but she couldn't quite pinpoint why, and so in perfect Blanche fashion she just didn't think about it, but then he revealed his identity and she must have known. She goes to check her diaries, of course, because denial is her first and last defense when she's hurt, but she knew, she knew right from the very start that he was telling the truth, because she knew those eyes, and those eyes would never lie to her.

Oh, those damn eyes. I still haven't seen in anyone else's what I see in yours, she says to George in a dream once. The most hideous betrayal, and she comes to know it through the eyes of the only man she ever loved.

So, like. How do I tell them all that.

[hecatesbroom]

I just watched s05e18: An Illegitimate Concern and oh my god. OH my god. I forgot just how much Blanche loves George. The way that even upon finding out he cheated on her (which she keeps denying until there really is no other option) she can't be fully angry with him. She's upset, sure — and rightly so — but she still looks so fond of him every time she talks about him. (Fond and ever so slightly heartbroken, in a way that seems to imply that she's more pained by the fact that she misses him, than that she's upset over his cheating on her)

[witchybitchybisexual]

My Modern Day Perspective Of Motherhood and Blanche Devereaux:

(Will also post this on A03 since this is a secret Sapphic Tumblr for Rue, our girls and fashion)

Hello my darlings! I have decided to write some little essays on my views on the girls and motherhood, which I don’t think is discussed enough in great detail. I’m starting off with my favourite and one I see myself the most in, Darling Blanche Elizabeth-Marie Devereaux. Blanche is a complex and spontaneous woman who is deeply insecure, which in turn affected the way she raised (or rather, didn’t raise) her children. Some say 5, some say 6; I personally believe it’s 6 so that’s the numbers we’ll be working with today, golden guys and girls!

I think if she hadn’t had kids in her youth, and had the baby around the curse period, she would’ve been much better (especially with the right support!)

I don’t believe Blanche was a bad mother, but I think her idea of motherhood is different to most. She said herself that as a child, the only place she’d ever felt loved was her grandmother’s house… that can’t do any good for a little girl’s development. Blanche was also bought up by a nanny until the age of 10 and then had to practically raise herself, running around the whole of the US (and Europe) from the moment she hit her teens. She says she was really close to Big Daddy, but the only one who chased after her was her big sister Charmaine, when they didn’t even get along. Her mother openly called her a slut - I know her friends and Blanche even calls herself a slut, but when it’s your own mother… poor taste in my opinion -

It was only natural she wouldn’t know how to parent her own children, especially with 6 of them! A nanny was how she was raised, so she went with what she knew and felt safe doing. Raising her own at that point would’ve felt daunting and made Blanche even more vulnerable than she already was. Blanche doesn’t seem to recognise her childhood/teen abandonment - both emotionally and physically - (apart from the Mammy Watkins episode) as the can of worms it would open would be too great for Blanche to comprehend without extensive therapy; which I think she subconsciously understands and that’s why she plays it all off for laughs (what kind of parents would let their 10 year old date a senior, for instance? Or run off to get married at 15 with a slew of older, predatory men?)

Also, given the time and the vastness of their familIes respective estates, it would’ve been abnormal for her to raise them herself (especially since George most likely wouldn’t have shared out care duties anyway) it was the norm for their cultural capital and social standing. Sophia, Dorothy and Rose all did not have the financial means to possess this luxury and had to raise their children themselves, whether they wanted to or not! This led to them having normal, consistent attachments to their children, something which would’ve been harder for both Devereauxs to do, I imagine.

I think if it was up to Blanche these days, she’d have waited and then become one-and-done. Many people believe she would’ve been childfree (which would also be a very likely possibility) but I think she’d be so anxious about becoming a mother - as in, craving any form of familiar attachment and seeing what she’d miss out on - that she’d end up having one. Possibly two, but that’d be the absolute limit for her, I think. I think if she got frustrated with one she’d pawn it off to the other, but in my opinion Blanche would prefer to dedicate herself to her child while still being able to have hours of personal time, both individually and with any partners. Especially if that child was similar to her (she’d like a boy because she’s always felt more comfortable around her brothers, or a girl because she’d be able to heal her childhood self and the fraught relationship with her own Momma.)

She was great with her older children because they were adults, and Blanche Devereaux could understand and help adults. That’s why she was good with helping Becky see when she was in an emotionally (possibly physically) abusive relationship because it was an adult situation that she could guide her through. Yes, she didn’t recognise it with Rex, but its obviously different when you’re in it yourself and can’t see the warning signs flashing in front of your rose-tinted (yes, pun intended) glasses. As well as this, Blanche also didn’t judge Becky when she’d gained weight and was just happy to have her baby girl back - something you wouldn’t expect from the vain and boastful Blanche Devereaux, showing her true adoration for her daughter in her own way. Yes, she was judgemental about her having a child by herself, but that’s because she didn’t understand it. She eventually came around and supported Rebecca through the birth!

Blanche Devereaux uses confidence as her protection, but it certainly isn’t her true self! As little girls many played with dolls (at least I did) dreaming of a world where we were rich, beautiful, confident ladies about town, which I personally think is one of the small but many aspects of her childhood she refused to let go of. Dorothy herself said that Blanche in childhood was no looker, and while she may have been exaggerating slightly, it was clear from Blanche’s face that she didn’t believe so. I relate to that a lot, I’m proud of my looks now, I was always an active, healthy child, however, sometimes I look back at that ‘awkward little girl phase’ as Blanche accurately describes it (usually right before puberty, as you look cute before and after it haha) and honestly, just feel shy and embarrassed. So, because Blanche always wanted to portray herself as some gorgeous little thing, instead of admitting that this awkward phase was just that, a phase, she constantly sees herself as that little girl and that’s why she always strives to look better than the day before.

In short, I think she’s an aged up version of Lucy, her niece. However, because Blanche never had a solid female adult in her life (bar her grandmother, of course) or any adult looking out for her really, she couldn’t have someone telling her the things she desperately needed to hear and that’s part of the reason she’s the way she is.

I believe Big Daddy never paid as much attention to Blanche as she deserved (being smack bang in the middle of 5 and the 2nd of the 3 girls, it probably meant she was constantly trying to out-do her siblings; particularly her sisters. Big Daddy clearly adored and looked out for her in his own way, but I doubt he made any active attempt to be an involved part of her life until she was much older.. or to protect her, either. She possibly married wealthiest and had the most children out of her siblings in order to stand out to her parents as being the most successful, carrying on the family line… but became too overwhelmed by her large family as she was underprepared, leading to the distance that did more harm than good between them all.

People judge her too harshly, she’s an older woman now who doesn’t often interact with children anymore, but when she does, although hesitantly at first, she really embraces her maternal instinct - see David, Jackie, Aurora, Francis and of course, perhaps the most obvious example, Baby Emily. My heart broke for her in that episode, she really wanted to raise that baby and seemed really dedicated to her well-being. Horrible as it was to be abandoned, I really wanted to see the girls raise that child (especially, as you know, Blanche).

In Season 1, when Blanche realised her grandson David’s mental well-being was being neglected by her son in law and daughter Janet, she had clearly learned from and recognised her shortcomings, and was fully prepared to give motherhood another chance and step up to give David a steady, stable home life, even if it would do a 180 on the lifestyle she had become accustomed to. That takes guts, but she was ready to take on the challenge for the sake of his development. I wish we had seen more of him, even if it was for a couple of days or even just an overnight visit; because one of the most unrealistic things about that episode was that Blanche and Dorothy wouldn’t put up more of a fight when he had literally pleaded to come and live in Miami with them permanently. Maybe it was so that she could remedy the mistakes made with her own kids… or maybe it’s because Blanche wanted to be for David what she never had as a broken teenager, who knows?

When she thought she was pregnant in the end of the curse, all the girls were ready and willing to support her with raising her child. I fully believe that with the right help she would’ve been an excellent mother to one child.

[cheesecakeonthelanai]

The Golden Girls + SASS