#dabokolo

[ezrisdax]

—you can love her, but you can’t keep her

for @dabokolo

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Oh if you’re in the mood to write, Porthos and Constance with musketeer!Constance?

I miss them so much 😭

god I miss them every day....

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It wasn’t the first time Constance had been told she didn’t belong somewhere.

She knew when she joined the garrison that not everyone would be as welcoming as the men she was used to. Treville was certainly willing to give her a shot on Athos’ word at least. Moreso than D'Artagnan, Aramis', or Porthos' word.

The jeers and taunts weren’t really anything new, just a new thing to ignore. She held her head as she turned them out; no matter that made the mockery worse.

It was the sound of leather hitting flesh though that made her turn. The man who had just been calling her something vulgar now on the ground behind her.

Constance raised an eyebrow and looked over to Porthos who stood there with teeth barred and gloved hand clenched.

“I could have handled it.” She told him, walking over the now out cold man to frown at Porthos.

Porthos was scowling. “Shouldn’t have to. Besides, I owed him for the things he said about me when I joined up.”

Constance paused her scolding. “I suppose he more than deserved it.” She took a step back, on to the man’s hand and even out as he was he groaned in sudden pain.

Porthos snickered, sharing a sly grin with Constance.

“Should probably go before he wakes up.” Porthos admitted, offering Constance his arm.

She reached over to loop her arm through his. “Come along Monsieur Du Vallon. You  can inform me of others who have slighted you.”

Porthos was the one who raised an eyebrow this time. “Planning on fighting the whole lot of them?”

“If that’s what it takes.” Constance admitted readily.

Treville sighed the next day when they ended up in his office. Constance brushed her hand against Porthos’, her eyes bright and grin wide.

“You’re a bad influence.” Treville informed Porthos gravely and then squinted at Constance. “Or you are.”

“I prefer to think I’m standing up for my fellow Musketeer.” Constance said with a minute shrug.

She was here now; where she belonged and wasn't leaving. The presence at her side a warm welcome and the future stretched out between them.  

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💖 + one piece and comic young justice :)

for one piece it's a tie with nami and zoro...lesbian gay hostility/solidarity of my heart. but jokes aside I just loved these two in different ways from the get go, nami tricking people and zoro acting standoffish but both of them care so so much about people around them.

young justice...bart allen. I already loved flashfam and flash was my fave comic and I was biased towards him from the start but I love this little goofball...I miss him as impulse. (and his powers of his scouts, please dc I'm begging you bring them back) (also bring back anita, oh my god I miss her)

[kindurfarm]

Ethiopian cooking class @mullylingua 🇪🇹 We made a delicious snack called dabo kolo 👍🏾 #kindurfarm #dabokolo (at Kindurfarm) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEUw04GDo9b/?igshid=1doq3htgi14y9