#Robert Cobalt

[justmoreocs-writing]

Renée is the middle Cobalt child; she and her older brother Edward ‘Eddie’ were born America to an English mother and American father. They grew up in Beacon Hills where their father, Robert ‘Robbie’ was best friends with Noah Stilinski, and hence why Renée was close to Stiles and Scott during her childhood – they frequently played adventure games in the streets, using dragons and mythology as their villains. Their mother, Penelope ‘Penny’ had moved to America with her best friend Oscar ‘Car’ Cooper, who is the brother-in-law of Claudia Stilinski and uncle to Patrick ‘Pat’ – who is also Stiles’ cousin. She was also close to a girl named Tabitha ‘Tabby’ Matthews, who seemed like the calm and sensible one of their group when she hung around with them.

When Renée was six her family moved back to England, though no one really explained why to her. She spent years trying to figure out how to fit in and slowly lost her accent – much to Stiles and Scott’s amusement on phone calls and Skype calls.

At the age of ten everything changed. Not only was her younger sister Vanessa ‘Van’ born, she came into her magical powers. Penny had always had magic, not that she shared this with her children. Renée accidentally caused water to spurt out the tap while having an argument with Eddie, and that was the end of the secrecy in the family – they were lucky the event happened at home, but her parents had always been prepared for excuses and things if it hadn’t. Since then she has been trying to learn how to control her powers, but it’s easier said than done when she has to stay calm to do it.

A little after she’s turned sixteen, the Cobalts move back to Beacon Hills.

Renée herself loves reading, she loves an adventure and will always look out for a good mystery to sink her teeth into. Her ability to lie is something that has got better over the years with the whole not telling people about her powers, but she’s not great at it for anything else. She really hoped none of her friends would get caught up in the world of the supernatural, but that’s just not her luck.

[merrymarvelite]

Cover of the Day: Defenders #43 (January, 1977) Art by Jack Kirby and Al Milgrom

[naotelier]

「Composers Rkgk/Scribble Log #2 」

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By RozelNao

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First of all, thank you for everyone’s support from my last post🥹 It’s mean a lot’s to me and motivates me to draw more of these composers for y’all to see.

Now let’s get into the second log , please enjoy!

//the tag of this is going to be pretty long lol

//I haven’t draw every of composers requested in the last log’s comment yet.

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Shostakovich +With glasses ,without glasses meme

I think some of y’all have been waiting for him.

Based in an idea by my twitter’s mutual ,Thank you so much !

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Robert Schumann and Franz “The Little Mushroom” Schubert reacting to their own Portraits.

These pictures was taken at my Music School, I’ve been walking passed their Portraits every weekend so it gave me an idea.

And Yes ,their portraits got placed next to eachother.Robert must be very gladful to be close to his Idol.

There are portraits of Mozart, Rachmaninoff , Chopin and a bust statue of Bach in my school too. So maybe there’ll be a continuation to this 😉

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💔Hector Berlioz in Maid day event + Log

Another composer some of you guys might have been waiting for.

Context : there’s this event in Japanese illustrator community called メイドの日　or “Maid day” being hold on 10th of May every year,where people will post their drawing of characters in maid costume. So ,as a follower of many jp illustrator,I can’t help but jump into this bandwagon with this iconic maid costume guy.

The four romantic composers gang made their cameo here too.

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Robert Schumann(Cobalt memories parody)

As the title said , this one is a parody of the scene from Harumakigohan - Cobalt Memories.

The rock part is actually a paint over of photograph I took while I’m on a holiday trip.

The lyrics or story of this song actually has nothing to do with Schumann or the other composers.It’s just my weird idea of combining two completely unrelated things I like with eachother .(you will see more of these in the future.)

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Frédéric Chopin and Wolfgang Amedeus Mozart reacting to their own Portraits.

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Literally part two of Schumann and Schubert one

Sorry for a lot’s of reflection 😭😭

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Why do we have hands //Fryc Nuigurumi Version

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I replace Fryc from original meme with Nuigurumi version of himself

Everyone needs Fryc Nuigurumi in their lives 👍

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Design of Lili Boulanger

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I haven’t seen much fanart of her 🥲

I’ve listened to video essay about her on youtube +listened to some pieces and I think she’s very impressive and deserve more recognition

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[hoybero]

i guess im back on tumblr. there is no leaving. anyway art update i guesss

[eliah]

[attapullman]

Robert's Laundry Service | Neighbor!Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: A broken washing machine and a clogged bathroom sink lead you and Robert to explore the next part of your secret relationship.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Bob Floyd x afab!reader, no use of pronouns, no y/n, a little angsty, very smutty, 18+ ONLY as always, unprotected PinV, use of sex toys, language, a lot of cum mentions, neighbor!Bob being perfect as usual

A Note From Mo: Did anyone else miss neighbor!Bob? He needed some love, and that's what he's getting today! Thank you to @roosterforme for inspiring this idea that I took entirely too far. If anyone needs me, I'm going to be hoping that he moves into the empty apartment next to mine 🙏 p.s. this takes place before Stupid White Car

It’s hard to pay attention to the bad diagnosis he’s giving when your visual is just those threadbare grey sweats. Painted to his strong thighs, poking out from behind the washer like a personal serving of eye candy. You’re meant to be shining the flash light, but you long abandoned that task in favor of the view.

“…you can borrow mine in the meantime. I’ll call a guy Monday.”

Reluctantly, you draw your eyes from his lower half. Just as his words sink in.

“It’s broken?!”

Robert gives you a kindly amused grin. “Sweetheart, did you hear anything I’ve been saying?”

You grace him with a sheepish smile, caught red-handed.

“The tube disconnected from the wall and needs to be properly - professionally - connected before you use it again. I know it’s not the same, but you can do laundry at mine until someone comes out. I can make you tea and we can watch that undercover dating show you like?” His soft smile is as sweet as his offer.

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Hey now, you like that show too.”

Those cornflower blues shine, glad you’re not objecting. “I do, but only because it’s funny when you yell at the drama.”

He wraps his arm around your waist and guides you away from the laundry, back to where the two of you had been trying to decide on takeout over a game of checkers. Allowing him to drag you down to the couch, hips colliding into the soft fabric, you resume a lovely afternoon with Robert. 

Robert, your helpful Mr. Fix It neighbor. And maybe, one day, your boyfriend.

Robert lending you his laundry room for the weekend is so generous. It feels a bit silly carrying your delicates through his back yard (especially when you know a few pairs are crusty from your…sleepovers) but you’ll take his selfless offer if it means clean laundry and a lovely afternoon spent with him. 

As you work your way past the kitchen, you’re caught off-guard once again by how charming his home is. The little bits of personality, the framed photographs and handmade trinkets. While you know he can’t get any more perfect, his home makes a compelling argument.

The laundry room is fairly unremarkable - washer, dryer, large farmhouse sink for the unsavory jobs too nasty for the kitchen - but you do like his view of the neighborhood from the window. You’re almost curious if anyone will walk by and notice you standing in the wrong house, lacy balconette bra in hand.

Already regretting the amount of folded laundry you’re going to have to haul back through the gate after this, you begin prepping a load of lace and satin. Brainstorming ways to expedite the process, you overshoot pouring detergent into the water-filled drum and spill the cobalt goo all over your hand. Shit.

You rush over to the sink, subjecting yourself to freezing water to wash the detergent off your fingers. Once sufficiently clean, you reach for a cloth to dry off. And that’s when you see it. 

Oh. You’ve never seen one in real life before, just in porn and the odd naughty ad while scrolling. It almost feels as if you’re being punk’d. Like if you sliced through it, it would actually be cake.

A cock ring, soft silicone and all. Casually sitting on the sideboard, freshly cleaned.

Every muscle in your body freezes as the implications of seeing something so private wash over you. Something meant between lovers that you had never seen in the weeks since that fateful night you let him in for a cup of tea. 

It’s been a few days since you had last slept over. A scary sinking feeling fills your gut…was there someone else? 

You had been so focused on the neighborhood not knowing. Staying in your homes, using the back gate. It wasn’t like you had ever verbalized your intentions with him. You couldn’t blame him for thinking the two of you as casual, as much as it twisted your insides.

As your thoughts spiral, there’s motion in the doorway and Robert is suddenly there, big shoulders and a soft smile on his face at seeing you in his space. Exactly where he wants you.

“You get it going in here? Find the detergent okay?”

Those kind cobalt eyes follow your gaze to the sink, where you can’t break your focus on the dark silicone device. The one he meant to put away before you came over. His cheeks flush as he steps into the room to attempt to explain why he has something so private sitting out - in his laundry room of all places.

But as he goes to open his mouth, you cut him off. “You don’t have to explain. I don’t need to know everything in your….sex life. You’re obviously welcome to do whatever you like in the privacy of your home.”

His eyebrows raise, unsure why you seem so upset when the only issue is a clogged sink in the ensuite last night. 

You edge around him, desperate to get out of this space - his space - away from everything that reminds you of him as he figuratively slips through your fingers. “We never discussed being exclusive, so I get it.”

“What are you-?”

Tears threaten to spill over as he follows you toward his back door. “But if I’m being honest, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with us seeing other people, so-”

Robert’s eyes bug out of his head. Seeing other people? His blood pressure rises as the dots connect behind those pretty eyes, and suddenly he’s racing to cut you off. You’re faster than you look, but before you can turn the handle of the back door he’s plastered his body against the wood, effectively blocking you from leaving.

The pain behind your eyes begs him to move, to let you run back to the safety of your own home so you can cry and despair over not locking him down sooner. Of course there’s someone else. Of course you’re not the only one who can see how great Robert Floyd is.

“Robert, I need to leave. I need a moment alone. Please.”

But he holds his ground. The second you walk through that door he knows he’s lost you. His eyes are cautious behind those thick lenses, wanting to obey your wishes but the risk of losing you making every nerve stand on end. Whatever is wrong, he can fix this. He will fix it.

“Sweetheart.” His fingers reach into the space between you, hand clenching into a fist when he’s unsure whether he’s allowed to touch you right now. “There isn’t anyone else. I promise, you’re…you’re the only one.”

You eye him hesitantly, wanting to believe his words. But that cock ring has never made an appearance in your sleepovers. Never once brought up when he’s standing between your parted thighs, lips slotted against yours.

“I really want to believe you, I do. But why else would you be cleaning your, erm, toy?” You can’t bring yourself to say cock ring without bursting into frustrated tears.

It’s now that the fight within him drops, and immediately his shoulders release. Embarrassment floods his features and he drops his gaze, no longer able to look you in the eye. This is not how he anticipated bringing this dynamic into your relationship.

“That…it’s…I-I use it when I’m alone. I like to, uh, edge myself.”

His cheeks are flaming and the burning despair inside you dissipates into intrigue. A flame traipses through your abdomen, curious and hungry.

“You use it…alone?”

He desperately nods, tentatively reaching out to grasp your hands, needing to feel you. Those thick, strong fingers rub against your knuckles soothingly. Despite the whiplash of emotions conflicting inside you, his presence immediately soothes and you lean into his touch.

“The nights you can’t come over…I prefer to save my orgasms for you. Only you.”

His blush reflects yours as you look into those ocean-deep eyes, the desperation clear across his features. He’s being honest, laying out every last secret he’s got to keep you here.

“So, there’s no one else?” Your voice feels so small, barely a whisper in the kitchen.

He shakes his head definitively, using his grip on your hands to bring you closer as he stares deep into your eyes. “There’s no one else. And the fact you would even think that means I’m not doing a good enough job proving how much I care for you. Because I like you so much, sweetheart, so, so much.”

The tension in your body breaks, and you allow yourself to lean into his strong body. His panic dissipates as he holds you to him, one arm flush against your waist as his hand holds your face to his chest. He’s never letting you go, of that he knows for sure.

He can’t believe there would be any doubt in your mind of his intentions. The sleepovers, the dinners in, the way he’s made a home between your thighs…that makes you official, doesn’t it? He’s never been one for the right words, but he was pretty sure his actions proved he was in this for the long haul. 

You’re too important to mess up. To allow any seed of doubt to spread. 

His nose traces along your temple, warm breath kissing the delicate skin. “Can I take you to bed, sweetheart?” 

Your face lifts from his chest to take in his honest face. The loose tendril of sun-lightened brunette that’s escaped his neat hairstyle. The thin lopsided smile you trust in. Eyes behind corrected lenses that are serious and playful in the same breath. 

In lieu of an answer, you mold your lips to his, drinking in his taste you’ve deprived yourself of for days. His kindness and sincerity sink into you, surrounding you the pleasantly overwhelming way his body does as he wraps around you. Holding your hips as he swallows your tongue, shifting himself to feel every dip and curve of your body.

As his lips find your neck, the laundry room comes back into view. A delicious thought swirls in your mind and the words burst from your mouth.

“Can I see?”

He nuzzles against your jaw, grinding his erection against your thigh. 

“See what?” He’s distracted by how good you smell, how soft your skin feels beneath his fingers.

“I want to see you with the cock ring. Show me, please?”

Arousal floods his mind, images of you naked beneath him while his balls throb with cum just for you. No words needed before he’s pushing you in front of him to his bedroom. He’s ready to show you just how devoted he is to you.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, it feels like the first time with him all over again. Anticipation of the unknown, drowned in heavy lust. 

His eyes rake over you as he enters the room, lust darkening those soft blue eyes. You’re exactly how he wants you always - in his bed, eager for his touch. Right now, he’s yours.

Taking the spot between your legs, strong fingers stroking along jean-clad thighs, his broad frame bends toward you to rest his forehead against yours. That button nose knocking into yours. 

“There’s been no one else since the day you moved next door. I’m yours, only yours.”

The build up of emotions behind your eyes threatens to spill over as he presses his lips to yours. Cups the back of your head as he leans into you, applying the softest pressure. Pouring every ounce of his devotion into his kiss.

Your legs wrap around his slim hips, needing to feel his security and care. He’s the most helpful man to exist, and you know he’ll guide you through this dynamic. 

Kisses turn sweet to frantic to passionate as Robert holds your face. Your lips are chapped when he finally pulls away, strong chest rising and deflating. You know you mirror his disheveled aroused appearance. His hand reaches behind to his back pocket.

He holds the black cock ring between you, freshly washed, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight peeking through the curtains. “Are you sure about this?”

Your apprehensive eyes meet his, although a slight smile plays along your lips. “Play dirty with me. Please.”

Condensation beads on the lower rims of his glasses as he dips his face to kiss you, his skin flaming hot. The kiss is sinful yet curt, not wanting to lose himself before practicing restraint. You run your tongue along the seam of his lips, savoring his flavor. He hums against your mouth as your hands find his waist, heart picking up speed as your fingers find the button of his jeans. 

Robert clenches the cock ring in his fist, already struggling to hold his load as the softness of your skin wraps tightly around his hardening cock. 

His eyes are lidded, thin mouth already agape from the pleasure of your fist stroking firmly up and down his shaft. Can barely keep focus between the way you squeeze his deep pink tip and the spectacular view down your top, his mind running wild at the all the skin he needs to touch. He’s practically forgotten the reason for his view until you lick your lips sweetly and ask.

“Can I put it on?”

Fingers unfurl and present the silicone ring to you, warm from his clenched fist. You press the ring between your fingers, taking in the smooth design and thick circumference. Glide your thumb along the little button that makes it vibrate. 

He’s panting above you, already wrecked at the vision. The only two things he deems worthy of his cock, right in front of him. 

Bringing the ring up to your lips, he watches as you run your tongue along it, gathering your saliva to glisten along the silicone for a smoother glide. Your fingers effortlessly slipping along the edge before you touch it to the sensitive tip of his cock. 

His fingers curl around the nape on your neck, holding the hair there, grounding himself. Between your ministrations and the pressure of the ring slipping down his length, he’s dizzy with stimulation. His cock immediately swelling in response. Lip between his teeth to contain the gruff moans you’re desperate to hear.

Your eyes are focused on the firm grip the ring has on the length of him, sliding down until your thumb is brushing his heavy ballsack, pulsing with need. 

“Sweetheart, I’m not going to last.” He’s panting against your forehead, trying so hard to be patient, but wanting nothing more than to thrust into your fist and chase his orgasm. 

You tilt his chin to press a chaste kiss to his lips. A promise to take care of him, because you and you alone are responsible for his pleasure. Always.

Sliding back onto the soft coverlet, you raise your hips to remove your jeans. Skin growing warm at the wanton look of need in Robert’s eyes as you unbutton your top. His voice but a whine when you sit in front of him in nothing but the delicate chain around your neck. 

“So beautiful.”

It’s impossible to tell whose whimpers are more desperate as you run the shiny-slick swollen head of him against your core. Moaning as it catches on your entrance, ready to sink deep into those velvet depths. Voices becoming one as you impale yourself on the thick shaft that’s all yours.

He can’t believe anything could be better. This is Nirvana. Until you reach between to where your bodies meet and hit that tiny little button.

“Fuck!” He never swears, and yet that filthy word streaks through the room with a bite. Yelped loudly as he buries his face into your neck. The combination of vibrations and warm, tight pussy sending him into a spiral. Groaning out praises into your neck like it’s his last day alive.

You can’t help the grin on your face as you experience him come undone. How had you been denied the pleasure of watching him like this? The salt of his neck, the wayward curl stuck to his forehead? It’s a toss up if you’re getting off on being stuffed with his engorged cock or by watching the way his chest heaves for breath as he fights off his orgasm.

“Are you going to cum for me?” You’re drunk on power watching him like this, rutting his hips into you over and over for a pleasure that won’t come until you decide. His nod so desperate it goes right to your clit. His swollen cock stretching you beyond what you thought possible. The frisson of skin on skin, those tiny yet powerful vibrations, and his affection for you is overwhelming. 

The ring fully still in place, your orgasm wracks your body, convulsing over the sheets. Barely able to notice his soft lips brushing the arch of your breasts as he consumes your satisfaction. Drinking in the sounds of your moans as they mix with his wet thrusts. 

Your sleepy eyes are all he focuses on as he chases his orgasm, fighting past his usual routine of stopping here when he only has his hand. Right now he gets to have it all - the constricted blood flow, the vibration, and you. Perfect, wonderful you. His hands fist in the bedding, rooting himself, as sinks his hips deeper with precise strokes. 

He can do this. He will show you you’re the only one for him.

Body quivering, his face is bright red as he thrusts, exertion bringing the vein in his forehead out with a matching bead of sweat. Robert feels his body take on a new consciousness as you ask for his cum once more.

His grunts are filthy - animalistic and deep. The first stream of cum he’s ever experienced with the ring on filling your stretched pussy, claiming you as his. Head fuzzy, he takes a moment to pull himself from your soft embrace and jerk his engorged cock, shot after shot of cum pumping out across your body. A painting only he gets to witness.

His tank now empty, you feel the soft thump of his body fall beside yours. Hear him catch his breath in the quiet afternoon air.

Exhausted, his face knocks into yours - glasses already lost to the coverlet - as he comes to reality once again. Strong arms reaching to pull you to him. Lackadaisical kisses to your cheek before risking a glance down and laughing abashedly.

“T-there’s so much cum. It’s everywhere.” Another kiss. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

The carefree yet sheepish grin he gives you melts your heart. You kiss him back, not needing to look as you feel his seed dry on your skin in the golden hour light. He very truly marked you as his, just as he is yours. 

Smoothing your fingers through his hair, memorizing every little detail of his face - what a handsome face - you ease his embarrassment. “It’s not a big deal. We’ll just throw the sheets in the washer and enjoy dinner. It’s fine, really.” 

His washer currently filled with your delicates complicates things, but your big, sweet smile soothes his self-consciousness. He returns the grin back, holding you closer. 

That night is spent eating Robert’s lasagna and playing cards until every light on the street went out. It’s far too late when the sheets are finally clean and dried, and even later when they’re successfully on the bed. But it’s worth it to him when you crawl under the duvet and beckon him closer, needing one last kiss from your boyfriend before sleep.

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Career Day Crush - Bob Floyd x Teacher!OC

A/N: I was inspired to write this while prepping pictures of pilots for my class at work today and now, here we are, taking on two multipart fics at once.

pairing:  Bob Floyd x Teacher!OC (can easily swap her name for a y/n situation)

warnings/content: Bob being awkward and cute, Hangman's son being just like Hangman, Hangman as a dad, secondhand embarrassment.

word count: 1.8k

“Alright, class, can we all thank Sadie’s dad for coming in to talk to us about being a firefighter? What an interesting career choice we could make!” You forced a smile as you politely clapped your hands for your guest speaker, the crowd of 7 year olds in front of you following suit, clapping and smiling as they chattered about how cool Sadie’s dad was for driving a fire truck. 

You looked down at your agenda for the day and read the hastily handwritten list you’d prepared for yourself earlier that morning to see who, if anyone, would be joining your class next. You nodded your head as you read the name and smiled sweetly at little Boone in the front row of the room, laughing softly. 

“Next,  we’re going to hear from Boone’s dad, Lieutenant Seresin about what it takes to be a fighter pilot for the US Navy!” You said with a somewhat forced enthusiasm to your voice, tired of trying to be the hype man for each parent as they came in to share what they did for a living to their child’s friends and classmates. You smiled warmly as Boone’s father, Jake walked in, dressed fully in his flight suit, his helmet tucked under his arm for emphasis. You noticed a second man, similar in height to Jake, follow in behind him. This man had lighter hair, worn longer than Jake’s and combed back into a military approved style, wire-framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and a soft, shy smile as he waved to your class. His cobalt blue eyes were almost breathtaking as they wandered in your direction. As he met your gaze, he gave you a soft smile before folding his hands in front of him as he stood beside Jake.

“Hi guys!” Jake said with a friendly smile, waving to the group of eager faces watching him, “I’m Lieutenant Jake Seresin, and this, is Lieutenant Robert Floyd. We both fly in the US Navy, but we have two different jobs. I’m the pilot, so I actually fly the plane itself, but, my friend Lieutenant Floyd is what we call a Weapons Systems Officer, or WSO for short. He sits in the backseat of a two-seater plane and makes sure the lasers and missiles and all that fun stuff back there is working properly when we need it to.”

Lieutenant Floyd nodded his head in agreement as Jake spoke, before smiling at the children himself and beginning to talk.

“You might be wondering why we have names written on our helmets, these are called our callsigns, callsigns are how we talk to one another in the air when we need to. My callsign is Bob,” Lieutenant Floyd gestured to his helmet as he showed it to the glass, smiling proudly as the children ooh’ed and ahh’ed over it. Jake held up his own helmet as well, gesturing to the font splayed across the top.

“My callsign is Hangman, like the spelling game you guys might play in class sometimes!”, He explained enthusiastically. 

You had to hand it to Jake, he had certainly captivated your students better than any other speaker of the day had. Maybe it was his charm and charisma, or the fact that his job was a little more unique than being a firefighter, or a teacher or a truck driver. You couldn’t figure out what it was, but something about him and his friend had completely gained control of your normally somewhat unruly group of children, certainly better than you could have done at this point in a Friday afternoon.

As the two men wrapped up their career day presentation for your class, fielding any and all questions your curious students had for them for the last thirty minutes, you couldn’t help but notice Lieutenant Floyd catching your eye, as if he was stealing shy glances over at you as he and Jake stood at the front of the room. When the bell rang to dismiss the children, Boone raced up to his dad and Lieutenant Floyd, giving them each a big hug.

“Dad, Uncle Bobby, that was great!” The little boy, a carbon copy of his father in terms of looks and determined, fiery attitude, said with a grin that nearly made his whole face vanish.

“Awesome, buddy, I’m glad we could come talk to you and your friends!” Jake smiled as he put his arms around the boy, ruffling his hair. Lieutenant Floyd knelt down to him and smiled giving him a hug as well.

“Any time, little guy!” he said with a smile.

You approached the two men and smiled, offering your hand out for them to shake, your way of showing thanks to them for taking time out of their Friday to come talk to your class. You smiled as Jake stood up to his feet, shaking your hand firmly as he returned the smile.

“Thank you so much for coming out today, both of you. It really means a lot to the kids. They really enjoyed it! The helmets were a good addition, they’ll be talking about those forever,” A laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head slightly, thinking about how many times you’ll hear about the fighter pilots and their helmets over the course of the next week or so. 

“Anytime, Bob and I didn’t have anything going on today for training, so we were able to make the time to come visit! Plus that, I can’t miss an opportunity to be “Boone’s super cool dad” to a bunch of 7 year olds, right pal?” He let out a hearty chuckle as he ruffled Boone’s hair again.

Jake looked to Bob, who was now quietly standing behind Jake, a soft smile on his features as he waitied politely for the two of you to finish your conversation. Jake shook his head and laughed again, gesturing between you and Bob with a nod.

“Sorry, Bob, this is Boone’s teacher, he absolutely loves her to pieces, don’t ya, big guy?” Boone nodded his head, a big grin on his face as he looked between you and Bob, his tiny face seeming to take note of the way Bob was now looking at you.

“Uncle Bobby must like you too, Miss T, his cheeks got all red just now! Dad says that happens sometimes when you think a girl is pretty. D’ya think Miss T is pretty, Uncle Bobby?”

You and Bob exchanged uncomfortable laughs and awkward glances at one another before looking away. You knew Boone was just innocently speaking what he thought was true, but at that moment, you sort of wished the floorboards of the school would open up beneath your feet, the ground swallowing you whole so you could hide and shield your embarrassment. Jake looked down at his son and chuckled, breaking the awkwardly silent tension as Bob stole a glance towards the exit, looking as if he was contemplating whether or not he could just make a run for it and meet up with Jake and Boone later on.

“Bud, we can’t just say stuff like that, sometimes people don’t want other people to know if they find them pretty. Sometimes you gotta keep it a secret so they can tell that person themself, you know?”

“Oh, right, sorry Uncle Bobby, sorry Miss T,” Boone shrugged his shoulders, still not quite understanding why it had to be a secret if his uncle thought his teacher looked nice that day, but in the mind of a child, you supposed nothing about adult dating rituals made a whole ton of sense. 

“C’mon bud, let’s get going, ok?” Jake put a hand on his son’s shoulder before giving you a friendly glance and departing the room, leaving Bob to his own devices. You could have sworn as you saw Jake leaving that he gave his friend a wink and a thumbs up, and if you hadn’t caught the mischievous grin on Boone’s face as father and son left together, you would have sworn that this wasn’t intentional. 

A look of panic flashed across Bob’s features, shaking his head as he let out an awkward laugh, his hand resting on the back of his neck, scratching at his hairline as he shook his head, looking between the door and you.

“Sorry ‘bout Boone, he’s just like his dad, got a big mouth on that little guy, he’s lucky he’s cuter than Jake is, he can get away with it.”

“It’s ok, I’ve been told more awkward things by small children than hearing that their uncle might think I’m pretty,” You helped, trying to take away some of the tension between the two of you, “Jake didn’t properly introduce me either. My name’s Grace. Grace Taylor. Most people call me Gracie though.”

“Well, he did introduce me, but please, just call me Bob. I don’t even go by Lieutenant Floyd unless it’s a military event or something. Bob is just…more me. Nice to meet you, Gracie.” 

He offered you his hand, shaking yours as they met in a handshake that was much more gentle and soft than the one exchanged between you and Jake moments earlier. Bob’s hand practically swallowed yours whole as he shook it, and you couldn’t help but wonder if part of the reason he was so gentle was that he feared he might hurt you if he shook too abruptly, like he simply wasn’t in tune with his own strength yet. 

“I should probably get going, Jake’s my ride back to base, it’s a long walk if he leaves without me,” He chuckled before looking towards the door. His eyes landed back on you for a moment, and you couldn’t help but notice how deep a shade of blue they were. They were…indescribably blue. The olive green hue of his flight suit pulled out every hint of tan in his skin, making him appear even more sun-kissed than you imagined he’d look had he worn something else. 

“Yeah, you probably don’t want to be left in a school on a Friday night, do you?” You smirked at him playfully as you leaned your behind against your desk as you faced him with your arms folded across your chest. 

“It’s not ideal, especially with an 8am training tomorrow.”

Bob politely excused himself again and headed for the door before turning on the heel of his perfectly polished uniform shoe, a wide grin on his features as he pointed his finger in your direction.

“By the way, Boone was right. I do think you’re pretty, Gracie. I may have to come by to pick my honorary nephew up from school more often now.”

And with that, Bob was out the door, leaving you blushing like a schoolgirl with a little crush as you began cleaning up your classroom. 

[keep-on-burnin]

this short little piece was requested by my lovely friends, you know who you are😇 enjoy some drunk and lovey bob<3 also unedited cause I’m lazy ;)

the only sounds in the house were the washing machine rumbling quietly in the background and an old record you’d thrown on. You sat lounging on the couch of your living room, book in hand and half empty wine glass on the table. A stupid rom-com that you weren’t too interested in played on mute across your TV screen. The sun had already set and the sky was now filled with stars. A cool breeze from the ocean blew into your little home through a slightly cracked open window, gifting a pleasant scent of salt water.

You didn’t get much alone time nowadays. All the hustle and bustle that comes along with being a US Naval Aviator rarely let up, and when it did, you’d usually be enjoying a few pints and a round of pool at the Hard Deck with your fellow officers. Tonight though, you’d decided to let Bob go off on his own in favour of finishing a couple loads of laundry and a bottle of wine.

It was nice every once in a while to have time alone with yourself to catch up on all the missed self-care. Bob was always good at reminding you to take care of yourself, though he was kind of a hypocrite.

Tonight was yours to unwind and his to let loose. He was always the one to stay sober at the Hard Deck, politely declining every beer in favour of a glass of water to ensure that both of you and your friends had a way of getting home safe. He was ever the gentleman. Before he left though, you had told him to go have fun and if he needed you would pick him up when he was ready. So, it was quite the surprise to hear the crunching of gravel in your driveway and the sight of old yellow headlights beaming through your open window.

You heard faint slurred sentences of, “I can walk by myself,” obviously Bob, and “You’re plastered, Robert” which could be non other than Rooster.

You could only assume that Bradley was the designated driver tonight, poor soul. You’d had your fair share of DD nights and taking care of drunk aviators was not easy, especially a light-weight like sweet Bobby.

The sound of your front door flying open and a muttered “shit” could be heard from the entry way. You thought about getting up to help your boyfriend, but ultimately decided to sit back and enjoy the show. In your defense, you never got to see Bob drunk, like, ever. Once he passed through the threshold into your softly lit living room you realized just how drunk he really was. His normally gelled back and neat hair was askew, his cobalt eyes drooping, and his signature tipsy smirk was sitting on his lips.

He leans, a little ungracefully, against the doorway.

“Honey, I’m home!” He chirps, that stupid smirk growing wider.

Shaking your head and huffing out a laugh, you slide your bookmark into place and set your paperback next to your now empty wine glass.

“How was your night?” You ask, already full well knowing it must’ve been great.

Bob doesn’t move from his spot against the door frame, he just looks at you and smiles. That fucking smile that makes you weak in the knees. Thank god you’re sitting on the couch or you probably would’ve fallen face first into the carpet, but despite that, you rise to your feet and make your way over to him. Once you’re standing close enough, Bob practically throws all of his body weight on you, making you stumble back a couple steps. You laugh heartily as you let him nuzzle your neck and leave kisses along your skin.

“Night was good. I missed you though.” He confesses, breathing in the subtle scent of your perfume and sighing out once you begin to comb your fingers through his soft hair.

Moments like these were your favourite. Just you and Bob in your own little world, loving each other, holding each other. It was true bliss.

After a few minutes, Bob pulls his face away from your neck and smiles a lopsided, lovesick grin at you. Oh yeah, he’s hammered.

“How much did you drink?” You ask with a giggle, moving your hand down from his hair to the side of his face.

“Too much tequila.” He all but whispers, not wanting to speak too loudly in fear that this moment between you two would end. His soft eyes bore into yours, and now your sporting the same lovesick smile he is. Bob begins to sway back and forth slowly to the new song on the record. Of course it’s a classic love song from the 50’s that he knows by heart, so he sings it to you. It’s romantic, slurred words and all.

It truly feels like a movie. You and Bob dancing under the soft yellow light of the living room, one of you tipsy from wine, the other one plastered from tequila and cheap beer and both smiling like idiots in love.

The silence was nice and comfortable, until Bob said something you’d never thought would come out of his mouth, especially in this state.

“Will you marry me?”

“What?” You ask back in disbelief, chuckling at the very sudden question.

Bob would normally recoil while his pretty face flushed with a dark pink, but drunk Bob is a different breed. He just smiles wider, if that’s even possible, before continuing,

“I love you so much honey, and I wanna love you everyday for the rest of my life.”

The confession surprises you to say the least, but you know that drunk words are sober thoughts, you also know that sober Bob has probably been stressing about that question since the day he met you. So of course, with a teary eyed smile you answer his question by saying,

“Ask me again when you’re sober” and you sealed the deal with a kiss.

[help-an-alter]

hi, i’m a fictive alter (i think) whose looking for help finding my identity. my believed source is dabi from my hero academia, and some general ‘keywords’ are fire, blue, burnt/burning, frosty (in a weird way?? i can’t really explain it) and just kinda darker vibes. i hope that’s enough explanation.

thanks in advance

heyo anon !! we'd be happy to help :D we'll give some names, pronouns, genders, and potential interests

everything is under the cut just to make the blog easier to navigate for followers (as it'll be quite the long post)

Names

blue themed ,,, (these are taken directly from my last post)

Cobalt, Periwinkle, Oxford, CornFlower, Cerulean, Sapphire, Alice, Bleu, Maya, Tiffany, Blizzard

burnt / burning themed ,,,

Blaze, Flame, Fire, Alight, Incinerate, Match, Ardent, Ignited, Kindling, Ash / Ashe, Smolder, Glow, Flash, Flicker, Scorch, Flare

frost / frosty themed ,,,

Ice, Crystal, Verglas, Hoar, Rime, Frigid, Arctic, Wintry, Bitter, Cool, Chilly, Rimy, Icy, Glacier, Glacial

darker vibes themed ,,,

Raven, Damian , Lilith / Lillith / Lilithe / Lillithe, Branwen, Darcy, Cain, Adrienne, Blake, Blaise, Draco, Ebony, Morticia, Amaris, Arachne, Salem, Delaney, Bellatrix, Narcissa / Narcissus, Dusk

pronouns

blue themed ,,,

blu/blue ,, teal/teals ,, ind/indigo ,, aqu/aqua ,, cy/cyan ,, cy/an

burnt / burning themed ,,,

haze/hazey ,, swirl/swirls ,, explo/explosion ,, boo/boom ,, ars/arson ,, arson/arsonist ,, fla/flare

frost / frosty themed ,,,

fog/fogs ,, mi/mist ,, silver/silvers ,, ice/ices

darker vibes themed ,,,

nyct/nycto ,, dark/darks ,, hor/horror ,, death/deadly ,, null/nulls ,, null/nullify ,, bo/bones ,, bone/boney ,, merci/merciless ,, peril/perish ,, peril/perilous ,, peril/perils ,, reap/reapers ,, tomb/stone ,, cof/coffin ,, grave/gravestone ,, grave/graveyard ,, grave/graves ,, gra/graves ,, gloo/glooms ,, gloom/gloomy

potential interests (not separated by theme, rather separated by type of activity)

Research topics ,,,

The Salem Witch Trials ,, Wicca, Witchcraft, or Paganism ,, History of Lobotomies ,, History of Asylums or Mental Institutions ,, Serial Killers ,, History of Cannibalism ,, History of Cults

Movies ,,,

Rise of the Guardians (2012) ,, A Christmas Carol (1938) ,, Original Home Alone Series (1990, 1992, 1997, and 2002) ,, Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children (2016) Paranormal Activity Series (2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2014, 2015, and 2021) [rating from my mum : its just freaky shit that happens - she has apparently never seen any of them, though] ,, The Grudge (2004) ,, Talk to Me (2023) ,, The Others (2001) ,, Burning (2018) ,, Backdraft (1991) ,, Money Train (1995)

TV Shows ,,,

Supernatural (2005-2020) ,, The Original Addams Family (1964-1966) ,, Wednesday (2022-current with a new season confirmed) ,, Stranger Things (2016-current with a new season confirmed coming out in 2025) ,, Peaky Blinders (2013-2022)

Books ,,,

Wheel of Time Series (Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson) ,, Children of the Night (Dan Simmons) ,, Mortal Instruments Series (Cassandra Clare) ,, Miss Peregrine Series (Ransom Riggs)

Games ,,,

Life is Strange (Square Enix) ,, Fran Bow (Kill Monday Games) ,, Little Nightmares (Bandai Namco Entertainment) ,, Little Misfortune (Kill Monday Games)

Please search for trigger warning for any and all media recommended !! /lh

[justmoreocs-writing]

Cobalt: House of magic, Conquer the elements. The Cobalt family, despite how they have no magic themselves, look for the magical beauty in the world. They try to become masters over the elements, using these to help those around them and make their own lives better. When magic is brought into the family it is even more impressive and becomes something incredible to behold.

[im-out-of-it]

SEASON 1, EPISODE 12 “MALEC”

I just want to start off by saying this is thee best episode in all of season one and probably the whole show (at least one of the best.) because this is the moment that Alec finally chooses himself. he’s not just choosing Magnus but he’s finally doing something for himself. this is my favorite episode or at least in my top five. I will warn anyone who doesn’t like long posts that this is going to be broken up in several posts because I want to highlight with gifs of the important scenes and there’s just so many 🥹

1. okay so let’s get to it!!!!!! I want to start off also by saying how important the title of this episode is. it’s Malec. not only did the show provide us with a healthy, fun, entertaining lgbtq+ couple but they made sure it mattered. no other couple in the show has a episode named after them. Malec was an afterthought in the books. literally the writing for it is so messy and lazy and CC didn’t give a fuck about them until it made her money. even most of their stuff, Alec and Magnus don’t have much of a pov. I can’t even remember Magnus’s pov in TMI. the bane chronicles do not count because that is all Magnus.

2. but it’s important that 1. they named an episode Malec. 2. they show Magnus’s feelings as well Alec’s. and 3. who doesn’t love that kiss??????

3. “the cobalt blue. it’s elegant, masculine, very Alec”- Izzy (cough cough mags incoming)

4. what are you trying to say Izzy? 😌

5. “let’s just stick to the mission”- jace. oh so now you care about missions?????? you were fine running off with clary and doing whatever but now the missions matter??? his whole attitude of I don’t need to talk to Alec and he’s busy with the wedding- yeah, busy trying to repair all the damage you started jace

6. “I guess I should thank you, I don’t know what would have happened to Izzy after the trial if you hadn’t come back with the cup.”- Alec. but also let’s remember who is the one that ran off with the cup acting as though they knew better. look I don’t trust the clave, they obviously have their own agenda but I wouldn’t trust clary or jace with my life either. they don’t think and go ahead and do whatever they wish. Izzy could have been deruned if clary and Jace continued to do whatever they wanted- and they almost handed the cup to Valentine. I will say a nice thing about clary, she felt something off with Valentine and if not, Valentine would have the cup already

7. one Malec argument coming right up and one man in cobalt blue

8. Alec: can we have one discussion without drinking?????

9. Magnus: but babe just one drink

10. Alec is like can we not do this????? I need a clear head if I’m about to marry someone I don’t love lmao

11. Magnus is like are you sure?????? let me give it one last attempt

12. I’m giving Magnus all the points

13. I’m so sad for Magnus in this scene like it’s breaking my heart

14. IM SORRY BUT HES SO SAD AND IT MAKES ME SAD

15. Alec: love, how the fuck am I supposed to know if I’m in love with Lydia??????? I just wanted a partnership 😭 (I had to replace the gif because I used the wrong one so I’m going to use this one instead SORRY)

16. I wonder if there’s a part of Alec that views marriage in a completely different way than others would. Magnus thinks marriage (just my take) is between two people who love and adore each other very much. it’s something absolutely serious to him hence might be why he’s never married, and maybe never found “the one”. while Alec has his parents as a guidance.

16. Maryse and Robert have a rocky relationship. Robert has been cheating on Maryse but in the show, alec doesn’t find that out until season three. but children are able to see their parents aren’t happy. and most shadowhunters die at a young age. so while Alec is looking for a partnership to aid his family honor and complete that family duty, he doesn’t feel perhaps in a way it’s based on love. Alec never thought he could have what he wanted. he never once thought it was possible.

17. so all I’m saying, is what if a small part of Alexander thought this with Lydia was the best he could get? if he’s drilled it into his head, maybe he knows the expectations are to marry a woman and not even that, but a shadowhunter. we don’t know if Maryse or Robert has talked about being gay which I highly doubt it, they both seem like the type of parents to never confide in their children- full offense to them. and this is just how I take Alec’s words. I didn’t come up with his character but I do relate to Alec a lot and I do feel as if I know him

18. Alec is constantly the one salvaging his family’s reputation. Izzy tries but look at how Maryse treats him. it’s always “Alec do this, send this report in, watch the institute while we’re out” like this responsibility never falls on jace and I hope it never would but it’s always on Alec. so maybe in a way, Alec feels that he doesn’t have a choice. he’s never been able to feel completely and fully happy being himself. just my take on Alexander though

moving onto part two

[rjzimmerman]

This butterfly went extinct. That’s not the end of the story. (Washington Post)

A mounted specimen of the Xerces blue butterfly kept at the California Academy of Sciences. (Illustration by Emily Sabens/The Washington Post; Gayle Laird; iStock)

Durrell Kapan propped himself on his elbows to inspect a shrubby plant. He peered through a monocular in search of a sign that a pioneering experiment to restore something missing from these coastal dunes in San Francisco was working.

The caterpillars he was trying to find are so small, he said, it’s like they’re “living in a different world.”

More than eight decades ago, a mesmerizing butterfly with iridescent cobalt wings and stunning spots called the Xerces blue vanished from San Francisco. When it disappeared, the Xerces became perhaps the most famous insect to go extinct.

So this spring, the California Academy of Sciences, where Kapan is a senior research fellow, and its partners released dozens of butterflies from a closely related species inthe Presidio, a park along the water at the north tip of San Francisco.

Kapan was looking for any offspring of those released butterflies, surrogateshe and his colleagues hope will fill an empty spot in this ecosystem.

“This is a very powerful idea,” Kapan said: “the idea of a surrogate species for an extinct species.”

Amid a biodiversity crisis in which 1 million species may go extinct globally, humanity will increasingly face fraught questions: To restore ecosystems, should society replace animals that disappear? If so, what creatures should serve as surrogates for extinct ones? And could this become a roundabout way of bringing species back from extinction?

The butterfly experiment taking flight now in California may help answer some of those questions — even if not everyone agrees that trying to replace an extinct butterfly with another one is the best idea.

Once found in the sand dunes that became San Francisco, the Xerces blue was a pollinator and food source — and may have even had a symbiotic relationship with the area’s ants.

Caterpillars of many related species provide ants with a sweet substance in exchange for guarding the soft-bodied larvae from predators. Some European species go as far as entering the ants’ nest and feeding on their young, which the ants tolerate for the sweet reward.

It’s a “baroque” relationship, butterfly researcher Robert Michael Pyle said. “It’s so complex it’s hard to even conceive of the ramifications.”

[eliah]

[bradshawssugarbaby]

This Love We’ve Got Is The Best of All - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: I couldn’t help but write more Christmas-themed Bob fluff, sorry y’all. Inspired by one of my favourite Christmas songs - Merry Christmas by Ed Sheeran & Sir Elton John 🎄🤍

pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader

warnings: just more adorable holiday themed Bob fluff, this one references a Christmas angel for the tree, if that needs a warning?

word count: 1.2k

“Does your family not use tinsel for their tree?”

Bob crinkled his nose at your question, shaking his head. A soft laugh escaped his lips as he looked to you, then back at your Christmas tree, a full, artificial, yet traditional looking green tree, now covered in sparkling silver tinsel roped around it from top to bottom.

“Can’t say that we do, babe. It’s very…glittery,” Bob frowned as he looked at the loose strands of tinsel that were scattered on the floor. You could tell by the look on his face, he was regretting the decision to let you take the lead on decorating your first Christmas tree together, but, Bob was far too polite and considerate of your feelings to protest it at this point. If you wanted tinsel, you were getting tinsel.

“Glittery is the whole point, Bobby,” you teased as you tossed a rope of excess tinsel at him, the silvery strands covering him, static electricity causing the threads to cling to his sweater, glasses and hair.

“You’re hilarious,” he retorted dryly as he took the tinsel off of him, discarding it in an empty plastic tote designated for Christmas decor that the two of you had begun accumulating together.

Bob began sorting through the ornaments you’d purchased, placing them in groups of the same colour together, all the gold spheres in one pile, silver balls in another, and champagne coloured in another pile again. He was notoriously well-organized when it came to workspaces, and Christmas decorating was no exception for him. Once the set was completely sorted, hooks added to allow you to hang them as you wanted, you heard a satisfied hum from Bob’s lips. He smiled up at you from his position on the floor, cross-legged in his dark-washed denim jeans and his chocolate brown knit sweater, silver wire rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, framing his sapphire coloured eyes perfectly - you couldn’t help but notice the rosiness of his cheeks, flushed warm with excitement about the holiday season.

“Is your tinsel bomb of a tree ready for me?” Bob chuckles, a smirk painted on his perfect pink lips.

“Ha ha. Very funny, Robert.”

“I like to think I’m hilarious, actually.”

Bob stood to his feet, his large hands finding their way to your hips, pulling you into his frame closely, your bodies just barely touching. He pressed his lips to yours in a soft, yet passionate kiss - the kind that sweeps you off your feet and leaves you wanting, craving more. He pulled away with a grin, laughing to himself as he kissed your cheek before picking up a silver ball shaped ornament from the neatly sorted piles he made and heading to the tree. He leaned upwards, hanging the plastic ornament delicately on one of the tree’s limbs, adorned with artificial plastic pine needles.

“Are you gonna help me, or was tinsel your only contribution?” He teased as he raised an eyebrow at you, his cobalt blue eyes twinkling as they caught the warm yellow-white lights of the Christmas tree.

“I mean, I suppose I could help, but just know, if it was up to me, this tree would be covered in tinsel and pink ornaments.”

“Believe me, honey, I know it,” Bob shook his head as he placed another gentle kiss on your cheek.

You selected one of the frosted champagne coloured balls from the sorted piles on the floor, hanging it on a branch as you and Bob got to work decorating the tree. Before long, your tree was covered in hues of gold, silver and champagne, twinkling and sparkling like a star in the night sky. Bob picked up the tree topper from the table and opened the box carefully. He pulled out a beautifully hand-painted Christmas angel, almost identical to the kind your own mother had on her tree back in your idyllic little hometown on the east coast, thousands of miles from San Diego, where you and Bob were residing.

“Whatd’ya think, honey? I tried my best to find one like your mama’s. I know it’s not perfect, but I think it looks pretty close?” He said, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

You felt your lip tremble slightly at your partner’s sweet gesture to make the first holiday in your new home together a special one for you. He knew how much you home, and, while it wasn’t unlike Bob to do thoughtful things for you, like surprise you with your favourite takeout for dinner, bring home a bouquet of flowers on a weekday after work, or turn up at your office with lunch for you, this moment had your eyes welling up with tears of joy, touched by the fact he’d remembered your stories of decorating your tree at home, memories of your family huddling together, bickering over what ornament went where, what Christmas movie to watch while you decorated, the smell of your mom’s freshly baked cookies wafting through the house, and your dad, the tallest in the house, putting the angel atop your tree year after year.

Bob gave you a soft smile, his hand gently resting on your shoulder, giving you a comforting squeeze as he passed the tree topper to you.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured, nodding in appreciation.

“I figured I couldn’t get you the Christmas back home that you wanted or all the traditions, but, I could start one of our own with this?” He smiled hopefully as he pressed his lips to your forehead in a lingering, gentle kiss.

“Do you want to put it on the tree, Bobby?” You smiled up at him with a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Me?”

“Mhmm. Maybe if we have kids someday, you can do what my dad did for my house, be the designated tree topper-er.”

“Well, how can I say no to our future, maybe, kids?” Bob laughed softly, shaking his head.

He pulled a wooden kitchen chair over to the tree, standing on it to ensure he could reach the top of the 7 foot artificial balsam fir standing before him. He held his hand out for you to pass him the angel. When you placed it in his hands, he held it protectively, almost like cradling a newborn infant, as if he was cautiously avoiding dropping it on the hardwood floor below the chair. He leaned in and placed it in its rightful spot atop your tree, the hand-painted smiling face looking down at you both as Bob stepped off the chair to admire his work. He threw an arm around your shoulder playfully, smiling as you both looked the tree over.

“Well?”

“I think it’s perfect,” You nod your head quickly, a smile on your features as you both admire it, “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s not as beautiful as you are, but it’s a close second for the prettiest thing in the room, I’d say,” Bob chuckles as he pulls you in closer for a cuddle, his arm still draped over you.

[therubyreader]

See previous year's reading journeys

Book Goal for the year: 50

Books read so far: 54

TBR:

The Priority of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon

The Hidden Oracle - Rick Riordan

Cobalt Red - Siddharth Kara

Reading list so far:

January:

The Battle of the Labyrinth - Rick Riordan ~ reread

Powerless - Lauren Roberts ~ review

The Last Olympian - Rick Riordan ~ reread

Vampires of El Norte - Isabel Cañas

February:

What the River Knows - Isabel Ibáñez ~ review

House of Root and Ruin - Erin A. Craig

Sun of Blood and Ruin - Mariely Lares

March:

Twilight - Stephanie Meyer ~ reread

Shadow and Bone - Leigh Bardugo ~ reread

Siege and Storm - Leigh Bardugo ~ reread

April:

Belladonna - Adalyn Grace

Divine Rivals - Rebecca Ross ~ review

Foxglove - Adalyn Grace

The Lost Hero - Rick Riordan ~ reread

May:

Woman of Light - Kali Fajardo-Anstine

The Familiar - Leigh Bardugo

The Son of Neptune - Rick Riordan ~ reread

June:

The Mark of Athena - Rick Riordan ~ reread

Ruthless Vows - Rebecca Ross

Ana María and the Fox - Liana De la Rosa ~ review

A Crane Among Wolves - June Hur

July:

The House of Hades - Rick Riordan ~ reread

Bringing Down the Duke - Evie Dunmore

Isabel and the Rogue - Liana De la Rosa

Sinner’s Isle - Angela Montoya

The Blood of Olympus - Rick Riordan ~ reread

August:

Small Favors - Erin A. Craig

Garden of the Cursed - Katy Rose Pool

Reckless - Lauren Roberts

The Brothers Hawthorne - Jennifer Lynn Barnes

A Rouge of One’s Own - Evie Dunmore

September:

Kaikeyi - Vaishnavi Patel

Wisteria - Adalyn Grace

Portrait of a Scotsman - Evie Dunmore

A Gentleman’s Gambit - Evie Dunmore

Masquerade of the Heart- Katy Rose Pool

Once and Future Witches - Alix E. Harrow

October:

The Seventh Veil of Salome - Silvia Moreno Garcia ~ Book Bites Reveiw

The Map of Love - Ahdaf Soueif ~ Book Bites Reveiw

The Honey Witch - Sydney J. Shields ~Book Bites Reveiw

The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels - India Holton ~Book Bites Review

November:

Castle of the Cursed - Romina Garber ~ Book Bites Reveiw

Ruin and Rising - Leigh Bardugo ~ reread

Vampire Academy - Richelle Mead ~ reread ~ Book Bites Review

The League of Gentlewomen Witches - India Holton

The Witches of El Paso - Luis Jaramillo

Frostbite - Richelle Mead ~ reread

Inferno's Heir - Tiffany Wang

December:

Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller

Shadow Kiss - Richelle Mead ~ reread

The Secret Service of Tea and Treason - India Holton

Where the Library Hides - Isabel Ibáñez

Blood Promise - Richelle Mead ~ reread

Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo ~ reread

[echodahrk]

Barbie (Barbara Millicent Roberts).

I’ve used Custom Content on this sim so please refer to the CC list down below.

You can watch the creation Process on my Youtube Channel.

Download Sim: SFS MediaFire

Instructions:

*make sure to download all of the CC and have the Packs Listed, if you want the sim to look exactly the same.

*Extract files from ZIP folder in the “Tray” folder located in C:\Users*Username\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 4

*Download CCs from the CC list below

*Load game, Make sure mods are allowed in options

*the sim will be in your Library, Enjoy!

DLCs used:

High school years Snowy escape Island Living Seasons Get to work Werewolves Dream home decorator Spa day Carnival Streetwear Incheon Arrivals Vintage Glamour Luxury party

CC List:

+Nightcrawler: Zara: https://www.patreon.com/posts/zara-hair-46388871 Bubbles: https://www.simsfinds.com/downloads/277925/nightcrawler-bubbles-hair-sims4 Spicy: https://thesimscatalog.com/sims4/downloads/hairstyles/womens-hairstyles/nightcrawler-spicy-hair/ Candy apple: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/nightcrawler-candy-apple-hair/id/1520512/ Mystique: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/nightcrawler-mystique-hair/id/1476060/ Magnetic: https://www.simsfinds.com/downloads/270234/nightcrawler-magnetic-hair-sims4

+Kijik: 3D eyelashes: https://kijiko-catfood.com/3d-lashes-version2/ EA eyelash remover: https://kijiko-catfood.com/ea-eyelashes-remover/

+Miiko: Eyebrow slider 01: https://www.patreon.com/posts/eyebrow-slider-47997173 Eyebrow slider 02: https://www.patreon.com/posts/eyebrow-slider-39393841 Lip-kit: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lip-kit-presets-46250379 Energy Set: https://miikocc.tumblr.com/post/653987921088626688/energy-set Knit outfit: https://miikocc.tumblr.com/post/634145537772421120/sims-knits-hello-bringing-you-today-a-small Butterfly eyeliner: https://miikocc.tumblr.com/post/657411895993712640/butterfly-eyeliner Flower waist-chain: https://www.patreon.com/posts/flower-waist-67681012 Summer blushes part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/summer-blushes-1-39043904

+Sentate: Haute couture 1949 collection: https://sentate.tumblr.com/post/622617248285278209/sentate-haute-couture-1949-collection-travel-back SENTATE X TRILLYKE 2020: https://sentate.tumblr.com/post/635394993993990144/sentate-x-trillyke-2020-trillyke-and-i-have-come APRIL 2022 COLLECTION: https://www.patreon.com/posts/april-2022-64883306

+RemuusSirion: Female Facemask 01 - overlay: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-skintones/title/female-facemask-01-overlay/id/1446110/ Cobalt Lipstick: https://remussirion.tumblr.com/post/189172552603/cobalt-lipstick-ts4-download-hq-compatible Female Facemask 20 - overlay: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-skindetails/title/female-skin-20-overlay/id/1470511/

+Jius: Chili Collection 01: https://www.patreon.com/posts/download-chili-65129847 Chili collection 02: https://www.patreon.com/posts/overview-chili-79782316

+Joliebean: The summer break custom content set: https://joliebean.tumblr.com/post/693324659125534720/summer-break-set-by-joliebean-enjoy-the-last

+Madlen: Perla outfits: https://madlensims.tumblr.com/post/708642796666519553/perla-outfit-stockings-step-out-in-style-with-a

+MICKIMAGNUM: Blake set: https://mickimagnum.tumblr.com/post/709427844847124480/200-followers-gift

+Build lot: Barbie Dreamhouse by Kate Emerald: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNCFt0INo-Y