molly is excited to start a new week (jk she has no concept of weeks). she is also disappointed at how hot it's been but at least her house has nice air conditioning!
i have not read this webcomic in YEARS but it was a huge part of my childhood so i like to revisit these guys sometimes. drew them all from memory so apologies if they look off.
(you might remember me as transboykip, kipkaboodle, or paranimate, i was pretty active in the fandom back in the day)
im not saying that part of the reason molly came off as so snooty and "classy" to the rest of the gang was bc she wanted to appear as mature as dutch was and wore clothes w the same level as opulence as his to try and make him like her more but thats exactly what im saying and i dont like dutch i stubbed my fkcingn toe send post
autistic ianto truthers rejoice i am working on a video analysing ianto's autism in stories written by gdl specifically (partly cause theyre my faves partly cause its easier to focus on just one writer when they cna have such different interpretations of the characters) and im gonna put some money aside to get a cameo asking him whether or not it was intentional
#MovieMonday “The Garage,” 1920 is the last short filmed at Comique Studios before Roscoe Arbuckle left it in the capable hands of Buster Keaton. The slapstick knows no bounds as the boys fix & destroy cars whilst also serving as the local fire station - they’re on fire!
After the hoopla about being the first American woman on the moon died down (and she may have smothered some of it in its cradle because she most certainly was not the kind of woman most people wanted to be first), she started to go to the club without Wayne in hopes that Margo would be playing. She would settle into a spot hidden from the sight of the piano and wait.
The times seemed to have no rhyme or reason until Molly realized that the best predictor of whether Margo would be there was how aggravated she was.
One day, Molly pressed all of Margo’s buttons. She also sat somewhere Margo couldn’t miss seeing her and when she began to play, brazenly stared. Margo looked up between songs and glared.
After her set, Molly went to look for her. She smiled, sharp and predatory when she saw Margo duck into one of the bathrooms. She followed her and locked the door behind her. She found her holding onto the sink and staring at her own reflection.
“That was quite the set.”
Margo whirled around. “What the hell, Molly?”
Molly walked toward her slowly, allowing her room to escape but slowly backing her against the wall. “I think you know.”
Margo surprised her. Her kiss was more like an attack - fierce and biting. Molly smiled against Margo’s mouth then rucked up the dress to her waist. Margo didn’t object but rather let out something like a whimper. It had probably been years since she’d been touched like this. Molly pulled down her nylons and shoved her hand down her underwear. She was already wet.
Molly latched her mouth on Margo’s neck and sucked as she rubbed. Margo only let out a small gasp but her hips bucked as she rode Molly’s hand.
The next day, Molly was surprised that Margo wore one of her usual blouses that failed to hide the marks she left on her skin. Margo tilted her chin and stared at her determinedly until Molly turned toward her CAPCOM station.
okay so I do not have any gifs or art to contribute to Margo Monday, however I do have some Margo-centric fic!
The Path is S1, and takes place at the jazz club. Apollo 15 is almost over, Margo is playing, Wayne happens to show up that same night, and they end up talking. About 8.5k.
Voskresenie is set about a week after the end of S3, and it's about Margo learning about (and struggling to react to) the events of the last 15ish minutes of 3.10. 8k.
(I've also got some Margo/Sergei fic and some Margo/Molly fic if either of those is more your speed!)