'punk rock 101' in which the apple falls closer to cole's tree than dalton's, at least in the sense of fashion. feat. vera lynn rapattoni.
The door to the bedroom opened with a slow, drawling creak, and Cole knew immediately who had turned the handle.
Dalton hated noisy doors. He was always opening doors swiftly and silently. But this, this wasn’t either of those things.
This was Vera.
Without looking up from the book he was reading (‘Gone With the Wind,’ which Will had insisted he read), Cole greeted his daughter. “Hey missy,” he said mildly, “how’re you?”
The little girl, aged four years old, was nearing her bedtime; Cole knew if she came to his room right before he’d easily be suckered into letting her stay awake.
Vera let out a huff that reminded Cole adorably of his husband. “Daddy. Look at me.”
“Why, what’s-” Cole faltered in the middle of his question the instant he saw his daughter’s face. “Oh dear god.”
I’m still bored if y’all send me some cartoon or fanart request that be cool