@crackinginventor. " Didn't think I'd forget now , did you , lad ? "

eyes look up from their paper, remaining wide at the question. head tilts slightly as gaze shifts to the side in doubt. wallace wasn't known for having memory sharp as a tack — thankfully, gromit was there to help remedy that.

still, he's surprised wallace remembered, given the last full moon had gone ... a bit haywire. nothing compared to the first instance with his ' condition, ' though it's obvious finding a right method of going about this was going to take some trial and error. they hadn't expected the issue to be an ongoing one, but what's something a little ingenuity couldn't fix ?

gromit had made a point to mark the full moons on their calendar — wallace having remembered the upcoming date on his own accord without gromit's reminder did assure the dog that perhaps they could prepare ahead of time.

I hope you know Bloberta is repeatedly calling Putty a bitch in my head and it's his fault.

💀 — " What -- What's that, mistletoe? " [ Cesare questions, not at all convincingly, having just applied a liberal amount of lipstick. not to mention being the one who JUST hung that mistletoe himself -- in front of Steve. ] " It looks like we're just gonna have to kiss with our mouths, festive-style. Thats -- That's just tradition. I'm all about tradition ... "

at the mention of the mistletoe, steve looks up to where it had just been hung. though he had watched cesare hang the mistletoe directly above them and apply the lipstick, he somehow hadn't connected the acts as directed at him.

his eyebrows furrow in confusion at the talk of tradition. he'd never seen cesare pay much mind to tradition before ( and he'd seemingly missed the first part of the sentence. )

" but — you don't ... "

it takes a moment for steve to process the full of what he'd said. cesare can practically see the gears turn and finally click ! in his head as he understands what he meant, mouth opening in surprise.

" — oh !! "

his face lights up at the realization, before features shift into a more sheepish one just as quick. his face is a deep red as he glances from the mistletoe, to cesare, to his lips.

expression unsteady, he leans down towards him, hands shakily reaching out to hold his sides. screwing his eyes shut, he closes the gap and plants a very shy kiss, their noses smushing with a HONK ! after a few seconds he pulls back slightly, somehow even redder than before, giant lipstick mark lopsided on his mouth.

" l - like that ? "

@leatherfangs asked: i mean. could be naked more. that'd be better.

"Aye, well, rather you than me." Balfour wasn't exactly self-conscious - well, not about his looks - but neither had he taken this job as an excuse to get his kit off all the time. Quite the opposite, actually. He was a bit relieved that he just got to stick around outside and do all the busywork rather than be fawned over.

At any rate, Balfour finally looked up from the book he was reading - Emma, naturally - and gave Liddy a smile, amused. "I don't think they take their clothes off in these, you know."

eli roth in general.

" that man is my enemy and i will kill him the exact moment i get an opportunity to. fuck him. fuck. that. man! he's never made anything good and has just coasted on by and through the people he knows. he's just-- a dudebro that has unfortunately gotten popular. "

@depreciate

" glenny, i'm not lion t'ya when i say, ya make my heart swoon ! be my valentine ! :) " 💕💕

while it may seem cheesy to most, the gesture causes glenn's heart to skip a beat, blush darkening on his face. he'd never enjoyed valentine's day in the past — whether it was being stuck in a marriage he didn't desire or spending the day drowning bitterness with ice cream and soap operas. he'd almost forgotten that the holiday could be ... nice.

though glenn's not always the brightest, he recognizes the lion after a few moments of contemplation, flustered at alfie's thoughtfulness. his cowardly lion, though honestly, one of the bravest he's ever met.

chuckle peppers his voice as he answers, " ah, you always know how to get me, alfred. o - of course i would, don't have to ask me twice ... " fingers roll over the edges of the card, sweat already seeping into the paper as he glances back towards alfie.

" thank you. "

[ 17 ] a city rooftop with lightning in the distance

@whitelace / accepting.

this is often the only time he has anymore to enjoy being in public; or, some semblance of it. on a rooftop, alone, overlooking the rest of the population as they socialize. the nice thing about cities is that there's always something happening. someone is bustling somewhere. someone is laughing at something. listening to the world move around him keeps him occupied.

it also illustrates his loneliness. profoundly so.

he turns, too quick to be normal, when he hears the door open directly behind him. he stands still, extremely so, like if he doesn't move then she won't notice him. a moment later, he gives up. "hi. i can leave. uh, if you want to be alone."

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

all lucy is aware of is the smell of copper, the warm feeling of blood on the side of his face. she must obviously look a mess. his hands are soaked in blood, viscera packed tightly under his nails. it's all she can taste. there's a joke somewhere here about lionesses and their killing habits, but she doesn't think about wanting to make that joke at the moment.

but sam is there. he doesn't know why sam is there, but his presence isn't unwelcome. in fact, the help is nice. there's a warm washrag pat her cheek and lucy turns her eyes away from him. she doesn't think she can look him in the eye right now (or really, ever again, though that's just dramatics). there's half of an idea to step into his shower fully clothed, stare into the drain like it will give her every answer ever.

" do you have anything i can change into? " lucy's question is quiet, a stark contrast to her normal tone. she still doesn't look at sam. " i won't disturb you. i just need to clean up. "

@samuhelll

with the lift of her head as she passes, it almost fails to come to fruition ━━ that spark of recognition in her eye. blame her lack of full attention on the white house, on close to a decade of doors being held for her wherever she went. it's only at the last second that her step slows, the face truly clicks, and the first lady - turned - senator sails back to a time when the only thing that mattered was landing a decent job at a prestigious law firm. she's heard tidbits about the infamous dutton family over the years, of course ━━ at least enough to coat her voice in surprise at the sight of him. " jamie dutton? "

@lawhurt : door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse .

anonymous. Why do you wear old man pants infinitely my guy

" THEY'RE NOT OLD MAN PANTS !! they're comfortable ! " he tugs at his pants for emphasis.

" you — you try having arthritis ! "

"Ooh, clown burgers? Are they like, funny burgers or are they regular?" / maya fey plumuses ^_^

@plumuses

what a delightful customer !

steve peers out the front of his truck to look at his menu, seemingly having forgotten what he sells. he smacks his lips in contemplation as he squints, before turning back to face the customer.

" oh ! "

he looks like he's deep in concentration as he leans over the counter again. " i don't have any funny burgers ... and i don't have any regular burgers ... "

he puts his hand in his jacket sleeve, in the quite literal fashion of ' having a trick up your sleeve, ' before pulling out a perfectly normal looking, freshly cooked burger. he offers it towards her with a wide smile.

" perhaps i could interest you in a simple burger ! "

@1abyrnth asked: "I'll wager you've not seen anything like this before."

"That would be a sensible wager." Balfour had never looked so out of his element before - least of all because he still wore the clothes he had had in Fillory. It was certainly earning him the odd strange look, though perhaps that itself was down to the fact that Balfour was staring at just about everything else as if it was the strangest thing he had ever seen. And so loud! He could hardly stand it. Looking to Julia: "How do you cope in a place such as this?"

@stormlit asked: “Our first kiss can’t be in line for the loo.”

ㅤ“ I mean, I hate to break it to you but this is about as romantic as I get. ” Balfour's glad the lighting in here is... atrocious, to say the least of it. This way, Georgie can't see his blushing. Or, well, he's hoping that she can't see his blushing, because currently he's feeling like a right idiot and doesn't want to make that any worse. Right. Obviously their first kiss can't be in line for the loo.

ㅤHe leans back against the wall, trying to look casual, palms pressed against back against it. Then he wrinkles his nose, tries on a bit of a smile. “ I, uh - How about a queue for some truly awful food? Think that place 'round the corner is still open. ”

ngl i feel like sadie and dale cooper are soulmates in some universe!

wait, i can actually see this. bestie, you're really cooking with this one! it definitely could be an interesting dynamic.

anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with. / @mournlamb

@moralpuppet. He gasps seeing the dog “ howdy lil’guy !” Orel puts his hand out to pat Gromit !

ear perks up at the gasp and exclamation, looking up towards the boy who was so excited to see him. he leans over slightly, he is still a dog at the end of the day, even if he was quite intelligent for a pooch !

gromit lets the boy pat his head a few times before shifting his weight to his hind legs. one paw reaches to firmly shake orel's hand, the other overlapping their handshake.