seen from Singapore
seen from Singapore
seen from Russia
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Russia
seen from United States
seen from New Zealand
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from United States
@hissingthroughmyteeth , continued from here! :D
Mitchell heard Julia laughing and tried to stifle his laughter, too. It didn’t work, however, and he joined in soon after. He stopped a few moments later and said, “Hey, I like your laugh. It’s pretty.” He glanced at his phone and said, “Uh...” He glanced at Julia, and then to his phone. “...It’s women in dresses with a thigh slit,” he whispered.
starter call. –– @hissingthroughmyteeth
“My brother is sending in agents now? Has he run out of office staff to storm into my flat with some pretense before they wreck it looking for drugs?”
This woman had military training, it showed like some high-power LED light, so Xander was cautious. Everyone was looking for him now, and anyone from anywhere with training was someone who could mean trouble for him and his crew. “I help you with something, doll?”
@hissingthroughmyteeth
‘ you are beautiful & vibrant & confident. you are light & laughter incarnate & every fiber of your being screams freedom & joy. when i am with you, i am truly happy. ’
Ave swept the pearly fabric as to not step on it. Her dress rustled softly as she sat next to Julia. She sheepishly smiled at the floor, taking her friend’s hand in her own. With her free hand, Ave adjusted the white flowers adorning her dark hair.
“Is this supposed to turn me into a blushing bride?” she laughed, her river blue eyes sweeping over Julia. Ever since she met the Russian, Julia had become a guardian of sorts to her, a base-mother even. She was someone that Ave could confide in. Ave wanted to tell her, somehow.
She looked down at her wedding dress, tracing the patterns with her fingers. There were different bits and pieces taken from her mother’s dress, her mother’s before that, and her mother’s before that. Many strong women were symbolized in the delicate lace, from pioneer women to ranchers, from firefighters to medics, from mother to daughter, ever changing and yet ever the same.
“Julia,” she started, taking a breath. “I wanna thank you. You’ve always been there for me, and I can only hope that I’ve been there for you. You’ve been sort of a motherly figure to me, and I want you to know that you’re so important to me.”
Ship that needs more love: 💖
Controversial shipping asks@hissingthroughmyteeth
Lucas North and Ros Myers. Did you know there is more fic out there shipping Lucas with Adam than there is shipping him with Ros, despite the fact that Adam and Lucas knew each other for less than 24 hours while Lucas and Ros knew each other for months? And they’re the absolute perfect pair. Ros never once, despite a comment about Lucas being damaged goods, babied Lucas or treated him like an invalid once Harry brought him back on the Grid, and Lucas has never one bowed down under the weight of Ros’ glares. Hell, the man gives her sass bordering on sexual harassment while there’s a bomb about to go off in a matter of minutes. They’re a perfect team together, as seen on multiple operations. Ros does try to temper Lucas’ recklessness, but she accounts for it and prepares for it, and Lucas knows he can count on Ros to have his back if she’s with him when he does something stupid. They’re as perfect together as Ruth and Harry, and yet the ship gets next to no recognition in the fandom.
@hissingthroughmyteeth
our ship aesthetic, April and Julia have actually been married for like a decade, they’ve just never bothered introducing their coworkers to their spouse.
They also enjoy tormenting their coworkers with the ABSOLUTE MYSTERY OF SAID SPOUSE.
Julia: My spouse is a very tiny angry person.
April: ...my spouse could kill you five different ways with a teacup.
continued from here // @hissingthroughmyteeth
His demeanor seems light enough, at least, and his smile good-natured ------ if still wry and full of that wolfish sharpness that he can’t seem ( or perhaps does not wish ) to ever keep behind his lips. The form of address she chooses seems, at the very least, to amuse him ------ what more dwells in that smile is anyone’s guess.
“ I take it, then, that you’ve not learned my name. ”
He notes how she had avoided asking any further questions and more or less manipulated him into explaining himself, and though he could easily have avoided granting her even that much, what would be the point? Leaving aside that he’s never really been one for pedantry ( semantics, maybe, but that’s another matter entirely ), there’s no fun in a game where the rules are unclear, or keep changing. And puzzles with too many missing pieces are hardly worth solving.
“ Your trespass, I think, was born of misunderstanding my intentions ; the questions I allowed you were for the purpose of clarifying what you had already discovered on your own, not for gleaning new information ------ though if you manage that under the constraints I set you, so much the better. I bear you no grudge for it ; I hope you will extend me the same courtesy for pointing out that the question you called me here to ask cannot be answered with a simple ‘ yes ’ or ‘ no. ’ It was structured that way, true, and skilfully so... but I cannot answer with but a word, for there are too many variables. All the same, I will not deny you the answer out of hand ------ but as it was not part of our original agreement, you must decide how much the information is worth to you, if indeed it is worth enough to pay for. ”
“ And it’s ‘ my lord, ’ by the way, ” he adds, smirk cracking into a small grin. “ That information is free of charge. ”
April hadn't actually expected Julia's profession to ever cross over into April's realm. Considering the blonde's career choice involved teaching impressionable young minds. Or something to that effect. So-- getting Julia home had been a bonus, being told she'd have to act like she'd nevr met the tall brunette, so that she didn't blow her cover, as the department's newest adjunct faculty? Was kind of a buzzkill. Monday morning rolled around with the absolute certainty that it was going to be absolutely God-Awful. The deluge currently soaking Manhattan streets a slick steel gray, only served to confirm it. The humidity was such that April couldn't even keep her hair from curling, and so had it twisted and pinned as gracefully atop her head as the unruly curl would allow. The department meeting with the Dean for New Hires was at 8 and April's first class started at 9:15, it was only by the grace of good timing she came striding into the conference room at five after eight, damp and irritable.
@hissingthroughmyteeth
