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hey!! could you do some more henchmen x villain stuff, preferable wlw. if not it’s fine. also you’re so talented wow

“I was on a date.” 

“Were you?” The villain didn’t smile, but something like a smile - darker, but equally mischievous - lit up her eyes. 

“You know I was!”

“I didn’t force you to come running when I texted you, darling.” 

But you knew I would. 

Nadia was tempted to say it, even if just once, just to see the look on the villain’s face. She imagined a flicker of surprise, but - no. The villain wouldn’t be surprised. The villain knew she would come, every single damn time, like she just couldn’t help herself. Because, apparently, she couldn’t. 

The villain’s head tilted, observing her, and Nadia’s jaw tightened. The villain knew, and if Nadia said it...if she said it than that would be to admit it aloud, and she wasn’t quite as certain how her employer would take that. She wasn’t certain where it would go. She knew and didn’t know what she wanted. 

They’d kissed before, on jobs, under cover, but the villain could be - difficult to read. Unpredictable. The only star in Nadia’s stupid predictable orbit.  

Nadia released a breath and took a step closer, towering over the smaller woman. “Well,” she said, folding her arms. “Why did you text me?”

“You can’t have been enjoying yourself too much,” the villain mused. “If you abandoned your date with such ease. Were they missing a little something?”

Nadia’s heart skipped. She hadn’t expected the question, she’d expected the villain to launch into some grand scheme like she normally did. She said nothing. 

The villain stood, stepping closer in turn, but she was still smaller. To an outsider it might look like she was baring her throat in surrender as she looked up at Nadia. Outsiders knew nothing. 

“If this isn’t important...” Nadia began, her mouth dry. She didn’t finish. It could have been nothing, and she still would have come. 

You can’t keep doing this. 

Nadia didn’t say that either.

The smile began to show on the villain’s face. Her gaze flickered to the door, a quiet reminder that Nadia could leave at any time. She wasn’t on the clock after all. This wasn’t working hours.  

“If this isn’t important?”

“The date was great!” 

“Uhuh.” 

“I’ll probably see her tomorrow,” Nadia said, and it was a little bit too much like defiance, shoulders squaring as she held the villain’s eyes. “Take her to bed. Fun times.” 

“Fun times,” the villain echoed, smiling more, at the effort. 

Colour rose to Nadia’s face, which was simply dumb. She was a trained killer, for crying out loud, the best security that money could buy. The villain hadn’t even said anything yet. But it was that look, that knowing that Nadia what - said it to impress her? To make her jealous? To get some kind of reaction?

The villain laughed softly, and craned up on her toes, twining her fingers into Nadia’s hair.

“You didn’t answer my question,” the villain said. “Were they missing something? Your date?”

It had been a perfectly nice date. Perfectly nice woman. Accomplished. Tough. Gorgeous. 10/10 nothing to complain about. 

Nadia’s knees hadn’t once felt weak during the date like they did now, her pulse raising, her every nerve ending focused on the woman in front of her. She placed her hands eventually on either side of the table, bracketing the villain’s waist, even if they both knew who the one who was pinned in place was. 

“No,” Nadia lied. “As I said, it was great.”

The villain raised a brow. 

Normally, this was the point where Nadia would scowl, and gruffly insist on business. Or she would lean in, and maybe the villain would kiss her and maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe the villain would simply start talking business with a voice like silk. 

But they couldn’t keep doing this, could they? Nadia could have done this forever, because that was what satellites did around their stars. Then again, the villain didn’t normally ask about the date, not quite so pointed, and so maybe...

“I can practically see your mind racing,” the villain said. “But we both know the answer.” Her hands trailed down, down over Nadia’s shoulders, leaving a comet trail of heat in the wake of her fingertips. “Yes.” 

“Yes.” It Nadia’s turn to echo, though she wasn’t sure if it was agreement or question, only yes. This close, she could have fallen into the pool of the villain’s stare, knocked herself out on the scent of her perfume. Dizzy with - something. Everything. Her. 

“Your date,” the villain said. “Was missing me. Nobody makes you feel alive like I do.”

She let go, and Nadia was unmoored, because this wasn’t how it went. She never said it. Neither of them ever said it. Why was the villain saying it now?

Nadia’s gaze roamed over the villain, searching for clues. The villain looked like she always did when not in playing a role; like she’d just rolled out of bed in joggers and a baggy t-shirt, hair pinned up in a messy bun, as if she was a uni student and not someone capable of bringing the whole world to its knees before breakfast if she was in a mood. No. There was something. 

Nadia stilled.

“...were you on a date?”

The villain leaned back against the table, her fingertips brushing Nadia’s like a jolt of electricity.  “It was missing something.”

Nadia’s breath caught, because however light the villain’s tone was, that was...

 So.” The villain bit down on her lip, still watching Nadia with that intent gaze of hers. “Fun times?”

Nadia’s lips were on hers in a heartbeat. 

She didn’t make the date the next day. 

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Freising, Germany (by ER Bauer)

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Ooey Gooey Cookies

※ Do not delete the caption / Do not repost my gifs without credits.

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Hunza Valley, Pakistan

source

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Birdhouses

Strange neighborhood.

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Life is inspirational

Where do you get your poetic inspiration?

Everything is inspirational, our weather, an emotional movie, a bad day at work or people who makes me really happy. I use my environment as my poetic inspiration, and that converts my feelings on my deepest heart.

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Shilo Niziolek, “Porcelain Ghosts”

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Orgasm

I wrote this poem as a gift for my boyfriend, for Christmas 2020. its an ode to his cooking.

May thine food be served in high regard,

For it leaves a man without his dignity.

How food of such esteem is forged, one might wonder.

A question like so, indeed, is not odd.

Those gents who be served needeth not pity.

With one bite of thine cuisine, man’s mind lies yonder.

“Thunderstruck!” One might proclaim!

To swallow would be sinful and would take the bird’s name in vain.

No just treatment is met, when contested with nutritious gastronomy and whatnot.

But consumption is the conquest, subsequent to when Julius saw and came.

Aye, ‘tis synonymous to the fish and bread, shared under God’s reign.

As can be seen, still fitting words for such heavenly food is sought.

You might think, this was written with sarcasm.

But as true as I am man, it invokes orgasm.  

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It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday that she seems to have taken from these parts, and in recognition of the impostor that stands in her stead.

V FOR VENDETTA 2005 – James McTeigue

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Charles Simic, ‘Totemism’, from Dime-Store Alchemy: The Art of Joseph Cornell

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A shore of clouds, a sea of sky.

Where planes sail and fish fly.

Land above and water under.

Rain is sand, and waves are thunder.

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To drink tea like this is to give Bostonians their voice back by ruining perfectly fine tea.

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I really need to find out if I have vertical-heterophoria or not because the urge to remove my right eye from its socket grows stronger every day of this headache.

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Doctor: [singing ‘Come and Get Your Love’ by Redbone to oneself]: Tka tka tooh, do do do do do do, de do do do do do beow beow beow beow beow beow buh nuh, bah dah buh buh buh buh, hey!

Someone else: Hey!

Doctor: What?

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Amazing video on how to make your own Kajal