#jo porter

[xxxlunathecatxxx]

Party Animals - 1x4

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DF: "Surprise!" JP: "You didn't?" DF: "We did." JP: "No, you didn't! You didn't." DF: "Yeah. What?" JP: "You idiot." ... JP: "Where's Iain?" JP: "Where is Iain?" ... DF: "Delayed."

[s0lairee]

"your friends suck."

(25/31) confession time. when he opened with those lines i entirely thought this was another yandere. also i tried So Hard to hate him (re: him fighting my husband 😔) but he grew on me + their banter is very entertaining. #LetPorterSayTwat2024.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue September 1, 1961

Julius Garfinckel & Co

Model : Betsy Pickering

Photo Toni Frissell

vogue archive

(top) By Jo Copeland-Pattullo. French worsted jersey dress, silk satin skirt bow. (below) By Ben Zuckerman, a velvet-margined suit. Black diagonal wool worn over a striped silk taffeta blouse.

(haut) Par Jo Copeland-Pattullo. Robe en jersey peigné français, l'arc de la jupe en satin de soie. (en dessous) Par Ben Zuckerman, un tailleur margé de velours. Laine diagonale noire portée sur un chemisier en taffetas de soie à rayures.

[lilacerull0]

NOW I AM CRYINGGGGGGGGGGGG

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[soranatus]

Star Wars: The High Republic Adventures: Galactic Bake-Off, with illustrations by Jo Cheol-Hong (Mi-Gyeung)

[jesanson]

SIEC 2023 : enjeux et perspectives de l'immobilier commercial

À l’occasion du SIEC 2023, le Salon International des Espaces Commerciaux, dont DCG.media est partenaire media, nous avons pu poser quelques questions à Christophe Noël, Délégué général de la Fédération des Acteurs du Commerce et des territoires.  Christophe Noël, Délégué général de la Fédération des Acteurs du Commerce et des Territoires Trois bonnes raisons de se rendre au salon SIEC 2023 ?…

[fandomsarefamily1966]

Thanks for tagging me 😊

I don't really have much to add here since I haven't watched Disney in a while

But Beth would love the three classic princesses and you cannot change my mind

Defending Disney Princesses

I just had to share this with @princesssarisa since so many points made here are valid and should be seen and heard

[xxxlunathecatxxx]

Party Animals - 1x8

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*Jo reads Danny's Email.* DF: "Yep, well, that bit's true. Whole lot of you should resign for that." JP: "They'll kill you for this." DF: "I don't care." JP: "Danny, what do you want?" JP: "Out of your career in Politics. Where do you want to go?" DF: "I want to carry on doing what I love doing, which is working for somebody I really admire." ... JP: "I do value your loyalty." JP: "More than Anything." :) DF: "I don't need my head patting." JP: "Danny, if I want to pat your head, that's exactly what I'll do." *.°★* 。*.°★* 。*.°★* 。*.°★* 。

[s0lairee]

im gonna take porter to a ferris wheel and beat him up at the top.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue September 1, 1961

Dolores Hawkins wears a red fleece coat, lined with blue satin, over a lighter red wool dress. The ensemble. By Pattullo-Jo Copeland. Matching cloche hat by Mr. John. Pumps by Palizzio. Copper beige stockings by Glen Raven. Blue-red lipstick: Royalty Red by Dorothy Gray.

Dolores Hawkins porte un manteau en laine polaire rouge, doublé de satin bleu, sur une robe en laine en laine rouge plus légère. L'ensemble. Par Pattullo-Jo Copeland. Chapeau cloche assorti de Mr. John. Escarpins de Palizzio. Bas beige cuivré de Glen Raven. Rouge à lèvres bleu-rouge : Royalty Red de Dorothy Gray.

Photo Bert Stern vogue archive

[the-bi-library]

Here is the part two of my bisexual BIPOC books posts!

Part 1 here

Books listed:

I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me by Jamison Shea The Relic Spell: Book 1 of the Phyrian War Chronicles by Jimena I. Novaro The Warlock Snare by Jimena I. Novaro Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute by Talia Hibbert The Aurora Circus by Viano Oniomoh Rescues and the Rhyssa by T. S. Porter Far Sector by N. K. Jemisin and Jamal Campbell Xeni by Rebekah Weatherspoon Flip the Script by Lyla Lee A Scatter of Light by Malinda Lo The Space Between Worlds by Micaiah Johnson Shatterproof by Xen Sanders The Fall of Whit Rivera by Crystal Maldonado Scavenge the Stars by Tara Sim Zara Hossain Is Here by Sabina Khan When Tara Met Farah by Tara Pammi Royally Yours by Everly James For Sizakele by Yvonne Fly Onakeme Etaghene More To Love by Georgina Kiersten False Hearts by Laura Lam Babel-17 by Samuel R. Delany Tim Te Maro and the Subterranean Heartsick Blues by H. S. Valley Ace of Shades by Amanda Foody Becoming Dinah by Kit de Waal Caught in a Bad Fauxmance by Elle Gonzalez Rose The Black Veins by Ashia Monet Hearton by Amy Jo Cousins

[retroness-is-fabulous]

[slocumjoe]

First times*

*consensual *Curie and X6 not included, as I don't believe they've ever had sex

Cait; A girl in the combat zone. She occasionally fought for money, but most of her time there was up in the stands, sipping wine and staring haughtily. Her name was something to do with knives but she fought with a claw hammer. Cait's first time talking to her, she stared down her straight nose at her like a vulture. But she thought Cait was funny, with her broken nose and teeth and wild eyes. Cait thought she was pretty, like dolls you see on billboards. They ran off behind a building, Cait shoving her hands down the lady's pants so forcefully, she broke the zipper. She kept the broken zipper as a trophy of some kind. She still has it.

Danse; He never wanted to, not really. Cutler always had someone. Somehow, Cutler just knew whatever needed to be said to get a partner for the night, and he used that ability often. Danse didn't. People had propositioned him before, but quickly backed down the moment they realized what he was like. His brothers and sisters weren't so juvenile as to tease, but he could tell it was something to fix. Something expected of him. The next person to proposition him, he said yes to. Her name was Abigail, and she all but dragged him to her quarters. It didnt hurt, Danse just...didnt get it. She enjoyed herself, though, so he considers the issue dealt with. He liked when she snuggled up to him after, but examining that makes his stomach turn.

Deacon; A girl he went to school with. He was fifteen, she was seventeen, and he felt like a champ hooking up with an older woman. He still cringes when he remembers that. Her name was Sadie. She was kind of the town honeypot, with thick, fluffy black hair and pale grey eyes and a smile that could stop a Deathclaw in its tracks. Sadie laughed at a joke he made at a party, and he took that as an opening. One thing led to another, and another led to a broom closet.

Gage; He did a lot of bad shit as a kid for money. Shit he looks back on and it makes him feel sick. The first time he had sex, real sex, as an adult with another adult, the guy was a freak. Twister, he called himself, and he was a big fan of body modification. His tongue split down the middle, pronged. His ears were bigger than his chemed-out eyes. Twister wasn't a handsome fellow, but a young Porter thought he seemed fun. To his credit, Twister wasn't a bad guy, not in bed. He asked if Gage had done it before, what he liked, what he didn't. Made sure to make him comfy. Gage hated it. He didn't want to be comfy. He wanted fun.

Hancock; Oh, Caleb. Sweet, handsome Caleb, who had the eyes of a doe and the dick of a horse. Hancock was a young, broken man, looking to find some relief where he was told it was. And somehow, he lucked out, and met Caleb at a bar. His hair was red, and Hancock, being a shit, called him fire-crotch. And he smiled, his teeth crooked but endearing, and beamed, "at least my crotch burns for a good reason!" Johnny bought him a drink, and Caleb said only if they could share it. Of course he invited him to an alley. He doesn't know what happened to the guy, but damn, if that dick didn't do him good. He's glad his first time was with a decent person.

MacCready; They'd just left for Bigtown. He always thought she was cute, and funny, and smart, and nice, and he always liked how her nose wrinkled when she was annoyed. She always liked him, thought he was brave and noble and a knight in shining armor. They'd never kissed, or even held hands, but they found a little place in Bigtown together. They didn't discuss it beforehand, they just did. And the first night, MacCready went to sleep on the couch. But she took his hand, staring at the floor, her cheeks red, and pulled him to her room. It soon became their room.

Nick; a teenaged Nick Valentine's greatest achievement was shacking up with the star quarterback, some meathead named William Summey. Everyone called him Liam. He wasn't your typical jock. He didn't shove people into lockers, or harass anyone, but he gave the theater and art kids a rough time. Teased them. Thought it was dumb. Especially Nick. Called him gay once, and Nicky crossed his long legs, leaned back in his chair, and purred, "That's of interest to you, huh?" And ol' Liam shut up real quick, turned hot red while his buddies didn't know to beat the crap out of Nick, or give them some privacy. Liam sat by him on the bus, riding home. Nick was cornered, but God, did he feel powerful, then. Next day, Nick got in Liam's Corvega, and they went somewhere private. Last he heard of the guy, he moved to Vermont and opened a bed and breakfast with one of his 'friends' from his college football.

Piper; A trade caravan rolled into DC, one day. A merc stopped at the Dugout for a drink, same day Piper did. She was six feet tall, her long, blonde hair tied back in braids, held together with bone and metal. Her eyes were gaunt, dark, sharper than the axe on her back. And God, her arms, her legs, she was almost like a Super Mutant. Thick with muscle, you could see the tendons move like machinery beneath her skin. Piper took one look at her and froze, and she noticed the flushed reporter, laughed, and turned to Vadim to buy her a drink. Her name was Marta. She pulled Piper away to a booth in a corner, sat on the same side as her, pulled her in her lap. Poor Yefim, next time he came over, Piper paid for a room, and there was no mistaking why.

Preston; His first time was a threesome, and while he doesn't regret it, per say, he does think it was maybe overkill for his first time. It was one of his first assignments as a Minuteman. They just got back to a settlement after handling some raiders. One of the locals, he offered them dinner, happy to offer his food to the town's protectors. So, they had kind of a potluck. That guy had a kid, Isaiah, Preston's age. He was kind of grungy, thin in his long limbs but always smiling. His neighbor, Stacy, she was pale, and much more reserved, she barely met Preston's eye when he greeted her. Well, he stepped away from the party to get some air, get a moment to himself. They followed him. Isaiah stood in front of him, right in front. Stacy leaned against the barn wall right by him. Put her hand on his chest. While he blinked at that, Isaiah leaned in, boxed him in with a hand by his head on the wall. Preston wasn't a fool, he got the idea. He got a lot that night.

[panelshowsource]

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[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶 I'm not sentimental, but there's something 'bout the way you look tonight 🎶

Josephine stood outside the massive factory with a lump in her throat. She hadn’t lied to Val; it was a work trip. As much as she had contemplated turning down the order, she knew that she had to see him, to see what Giorgio Mistretta, of Mistretta and Associates, was like.

Surely he wouldn’t look like her Gio, like the boy she had last seen asleep in their bed all those years ago. Promise me you’ll marry me, Jo. At least someday. If not it’s over. Can’t you give me that much? Not even a promise? It was the last thing he had asked before she disappeared in the night, leaving him asleep and unaware as she walked out the door to give him her answer.

It would have haunted her for the rest of her life if she hadn’t come, just to look at him one last time and see how his life had gone.

She saw him before he saw her, trying not to look nervous on the couch in the center of the busy lobby. A millisecond later he seemed to sense her presence and rose to his feet. As he walked toward her, he laughed in disbelief, and she could still see the twenty year old boy she had once known beneath the long hair and mustache.

For a moment he tried to speak, but seemed not to have any words to adequately address her after all their years apart. Instead he simply looked at her, and she returned his gaze with equal emotion. Trapped in a sense of timelessness, the loud buzz of the lobby and adjacent bars spun into silence before she put her arms around him.

Through the quiet, Jo could hear her parting words to Valcita. It’s only a work trip, Val. Just a few nights, I love you. Every word had been true; but as Gio’s arms tightened around her, Josephine suspected that the real lie had been to herself from the start.

He pulled away self consciously, seemingly just as taken aback by the immediate rush of emotions as she was, “Would you…do you want to sit? I’ve set up a table for us in the bar.”

She nodded in agreement and he began to lead them across the lobby, past well dressed young people and meticulously finished interior details. Jo looked around in amazement and laughed, “Am I supposed to believe you own all this?”

He looked down to her with triumphant eyes, making no effort to hide the ego pulling at the edges of his smile or the knowing nods of patrons in his direction.

As they reached the table he pulled out her chair and offered to take her coat. Then he sat across from her and gestured to the bottles of wine he had set up for them. In the background, a woman’s singing mingled with the quiet buzz of conversation in the air. Above them a glass roof let in the last light of dusk before it would change to show the twinkle of the stars.

He poured them one glass of wine after another with all the delicate movements of a sommelier. As they drank, their conversation fell into an easy rhythm, the wine a forgotten pretense and the purpose of the visit positively trivial to the real issue at hand: each other.

As the moon passed its zenith in the sky and the singer finished her final set, neither Jo nor Gio seemed to notice the dimming light or the growing quiet. Only when a waiter came to the table to whisper in Gio’s ear did he look around and notice how empty the room had grown.

He cleared his throat and turned back to Jo with a small laugh, “It appears we’ve been closed for some time now. We can stay, of course, but I’d prefer not to be in the staff’s way as they close up. We can go upstairs if you’d like, to the…”

She interrupted him quickly, “Gio, I can’t, I…”

“Oh, Jo. No, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean it that way,” he spoke hurriedly, as though to correct a mistake he feared he had subconsciously made, “No, no. I had the porters bring your bags to one of the empty units for you. I didn’t mean to insinuate anything, I only meant to the roof, before you went to your room for the night. Just to see the stars, they’re…they’re beautiful from up there.”

For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed. Relieved, certainly. Of course. Val. She would never do that to Val. But to the roof, to look at the stars. There was nothing wrong with that, the same way there was nothing wrong with being here, so long as nothing happened; and it couldn’t, it wouldn’t. She was sure of that, as sure as she had been in her conviction that she had only come here to see him, only to see how he was and hear his voice and look into his eyes...