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Are you ready to love me? Part 4

Jackson Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: Over 18’s only please Word count: 3,216 Summary: Reunited in Jackson, it’s been 20 years since you last saw the love of your life, Joel Miller. Chapter Content: Slow burn, Jackson Joel, reunited lovers, reader has a kid, Joel has an Ellie. Slight age gap. Lost love and yearning, thoughts of a sexual nature. Minimal descriptions of reader, but she has a nickname (darlin') and hair that can be tugged. I'm always fleabag coded. Look away for a *SPOILER* we do have an angsty kiss & some grinding. Let me know if I missed anything. A/N: If there's one thing you need to know about me, I'm going to write kissing Joel Miller in the kitchen and being pushed up against a wall. I had the smallest of small surgical procedures this week which meant I could sit and write this in peace with me feet up and let me tell you it was a joy to spend time with Joel Miller and his girls. I'd love to hear your thoughts! 🖤 Thank you to @toomanytookas for the beta read & being part of the incredible group of lads who keep me going & support my madness @secretelephanttattoo @whocaresstillthelouvre @mothandpidgeon @pascalssbabyy @milla-frenchy @sawymredfox Listen to: This is part of @burntheedges 🎶Summer Tunes🎶 Writing Challenge so listen to my song, “Are you ready to love me?” By The War & Treaty

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PART 4

The hurt sits tight across your chest. It’s so physical, an ache that feels like an actual sickness. You’d forgotten how dangerous it could be to let yourself feel hopeful, that becoming open to caring and the rush of sweetness that came with a kiss, a kiss from Joel Miller no less, had the power to crucify you. Leave you sore and vulnerable. Because he’d pulled away hadn’t he? He’d immediately put a stop to whatever it was that had gently begun to bloom. So now you feel stupid and hurt and, yes, angry at Joel for making you feel like that in the first place.

It’s a honey cake for Maria that is currently bearing the brunt of your quiet rage. You’ve been invited for tea and to meet the baby and it should be exciting, a proper ‘Mom’ thing to do? Visiting your new friend, taking her something you’ve made and going ‘ohhh’ when the baby does literally anything. Good for Sam too, to witness something so normal, for people in this world to be able to have babies and expect safety and cake. 

You stop furiously mixing the honey and butter to let yourself think back to when Sam was a tiny baby. How you’d been scared all the time. The perpetual dread bitter in your throat, you could practically feel it dripping into your lungs, poisoning every breath you took. She was so small and you felt continually exposed. You’d learnt how to wrap material around your chest so she was always close to your heart, lulled to sleep against you as you navigated life in that fucking filthy QZ, so close to you that it was like she was still a part of your body. No clear definition where she ended and you began. 

Are you jealous, you wonder, that the women of Jackson get to enjoy their babies in a way you could only have dreamt of? Your hand falls loose from around the wooden spoon, you let it rest on  the large mixing bowl, the cold of  the porcelain against your fingertips a reminder of all that you have to be thankful for. No, you think, no you’re not jealous, because you get to have it now. That peace you longed for, it’s here in Jackson and so are you. You made that happen for you and Sam. 

Satisfied, you go back to being furious with Joel. 

The eggs feel your wrath next. Four large brown eggs, a testament to how the community of Jackson works together to provide for everyone. Today cracking them is a substitute for you not being able to whack Joel around the head. How dare he? With his stupid, beautiful face and thoughtful gifts, how dare he be the one to initiate the first tender kiss you’ve had in almost a decade and then drop you like you’d burnt him. 

You can’t help it, you find yourself drifting into the memory of how it felt to have his big hand clasped around your face, his lips parting yours in a way that felt so familiar yet still intoxicating in its newness. The heaven of being known, a security and a thrill all at once. It’s making your head go a bit dizzy, a want trickling back into your heart again, one that you’ve been trying so hard to crush down with this ire you’re nurturing. Appearing in his kitchen in just a towel, water still clinging to his skin, the same man that haunted your dreams but different? Older, more solid, none of the litheness of his youth but just as desirable. Strong chest, soft tummy, a smattering of hair there that you knew you wanted to run your tongue against, bite down on the flesh. A scar on his abdomen you needed to trace your fingers over, ask the story of while you held him close, kept him safe in your embrace for once. You’d kiss every freckle, make him yours again.  

For fucks sake, this isn’t helping at all. 

Sifting in the flour, you give yourself a firm shake. Years ago, when you worked at the little cafe and made the coffees, you knew the best cappuccino was one made with joy. If you were cross or stressed, you could never make the milk froth, but if you did it with some love, you could create the most delicious, creamy foam. You stare down at the cake mixture before you and wonder what you’ve imbued it with, if Maria will be able to taste your indignation, if some of the disappointment has seeped into the sweetness of the honey. 

You don’t have any almonds, but you think thyme will work well with it, so you crush some between your fingers, sprinkle it on top of the batter. Try to think peaceful thoughts, wishing calm nights for Maria and Tommy, a baby who feeds well and thrives with all the love he’s surrounded by. Put any ideas about you and Joel away, locked tight in your chest. 

As you put the mix into the oven, you call out for Sam, a phrase you remember so clearly from your childhood sitting on your tongue, “Hey, Sam, you wanna come lick the bowl?” 

Maria is delighted with the cake and hands baby Benjamin over to you immediately, resisting your offers to make the tea and instead sitting you and Sam down on a battered but comfortable leather armchair next to the open fire. 

“No, no, you sit and give that baby a squeeze. I want to use both of my hands at once. I’ve got fresh mint, chamomile or nettle tea? Which would you rather? Sam, are you a tea drinker?” 

You give Sam a little nudge with your elbow, her natural shyness evident as she looks to you for the answer, “Go on, tell Maria what you’d like, she won’t bite.” 

Sam swallows, thinks for a moment, “I would like mint, please.” 

“Same for me, please.” 

“Excellent, I’ll do a pot. Joel and Ellie are coming over too.” 

A deep sigh escapes you lungs, for fucks sake. You didn’t want to deal with Joel today, you needed a break from constantly running that damn kiss over and over in your mind, the unending loop that was keeping your mood the wrong side of pissed off. No escape apparently. 

The weight of the baby in your arms lets you focus on just him, how it has its own feeling of peace, the beautiful lull of Benjamin’s sleeping breaths reminding you of the nights you sat up with Sam when she was this tiny, just staring at how perfect she was. When he stirs awake you get a glimpse of those Miller brown eyes and you feel a catch in your throat, a thousand what if’s hitting all at once as he gives you a gummy smile and wraps his hand around your finger. 

You let yourself kind of zone out when Joel, Ellie and Tommy arrive, let the buzz of Ellie and Sam’s animated chatting wash over you as you enjoy rocking the baby, consciously ignore the way you can feel Joel’s gaze barely leaving you, like little flicks of hot metal against your skin every time you accidentally notice. You and Maria talk about night feeds and sleep routines and try to remember when teeth start coming through. It’s comfortable and comforting, Maria is formidable but you sense she’s warming to you. Your heart feels full seeing her and Tommy sat together, his arm around her shoulder, the picture of domesticity. Something you didn’t believe could exist any longer before you came to Jackson. 

You hand a sleeping Benjamin back to his mother for a feed and are about to start making noises that you and Sam should head off, when Ellie chirps up. 

“Hey, Sam, I was gonna go to the library this afternoon if you wanna come with me? We could go now!” 

Sam has a big grin on her face, “Mom?” 

You smile at Ellie as Sam looks to you for approval, “That sounds like great idea. Thank you, Ellie.” 

“And,” Ellie continues unexpectedly, “Joel keeps going on about how your cabinets are broken, or something? They need fixing?” 

Your eyes narrow as you take in this information. He’s not mentioned anything to you about this and you’re in no mood to let him swoop in and fix something. 

You make your voice flat, don’t look at Joel, “Really? I think they’re fine as they are.” 

Joel clears his throat, “Noticed when we moved you in. They need a bit of work, might be some wood rot there.” 

“It’s fine, they’re fine,” you say through gritted teeth. 

The hesitation you saw before, it’s disappeared, a gruff determination there now, “It’s no bother, I’ll come over this afternoon while the girls are out and sort them.” 

You cross your arms across your chest, “Joel, I said I don’t think they don’t need fixing.”  

You’re aware that everyone in the room has gone silent, watching this battle of wills, both of your mouths set in hard lines and brows furrowed. You see Tommy and Maria exchange a glance but you don’t know them well enough to interpret what it means. Joel is the only man who’s ever been able to match your stubbornness and you wonder for a second if they can see that. 

He won’t let it go, “Won’t take more than an hour, could be unsafe as they are.”

It’s an exasperated sigh that follows from you, no energy to keep going round in circles, you raise your arms in defeat, “Fine. Fine. Whatever, just don’t mess up my kitchen, I like it how it is.” 

Ellie stands up abruptly, “Reckon that’s our cue to leave, Sam.” 

Sam gives you a firm hug, Joel a side eye and Maria and Tommy a remarkably polite, “Thank you for having me.”

Maria waves her off warmly, “You’re welcome any time, Sam. Enjoy the library. Ellie, make sure you watch your language please.” 

Maria’s voice is calm, amused even, and you let out a deep breath, try to steal some of her energy. You’re going to need it if you’re to have Joel fucking Miller skulking around your kitchen. 

Joel turns up at your house with his tool bag about twenty minutes after you get back home. You begrudgingly let him in, don’t offer him a coffee, don’t allow yourself meet those big brown eyes that you know are staring at you. You’re sullen as you lean on the doorframe, watching him assess your perfectly fine kitchen. Let him sit in the discomfort. 

“I’ll get the doors on the cabinets fixed for you today? If you want to decide on a colour, I can come back and paint them another day.” His voice is gruff, stilted, like he’s mad at you, as if you’re demanding he sort this out for you when he’s the one that insisted on coming over. 

“I can paint them myself, Joel, I don’t need you.”

This feels sufficiently pointed enough for you to flounce off into the living room, pretend to read a book. 

He calls after you, an edge to his voice still, like he’s telling you off, “They’ll need sanding first, else it’ll look like shit.” 

“They look perfectly alright now.” You have to raise your voice, make sure he can hear you from the other room, no point having a grump without him being able to witness it. You flop down onto a sofa, stare down at the pages of your book blankly. The words won’t go into your head but you are determined not to sit here and think about Joel, in your kitchen. In your house, empty but for the two of you. Fixing something for you. 

You scowl, concentrate harder, bring the words into focus, let yourself disappear into some Steinbeck. Just the right level of misery for your filthy mood. 

You’re jolted out of your reading when there is an almighty crash from the kitchen and you sprint back into the room to find half the cabinets hanging off the wall and the other half all over the floor. Joel is just staring at the chaos.  

Absolute fury barrels out of you so fast you know it’s like an extra smack in the face for Joel, “For fucks sake, Joel, what the fuck!” 

He whips round, bites out, “Damn good job I came to fix it, I reckon, otherwise it could have fallen on your head! Or Sam’s head!” 

He looks something close to triumphant and you have never been more infuriated with him, and yet it’s sort of satisfying somehow that he doesn’t apologise, means you can keep shouting at him, “Fix it? Fix it! This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t started poking around.” 

“Oh suddenly you’re an expert now, are you? Look at this,” Joel’s eyebrow is cocked, one hand on his hip, the other pointing at the mess of wood left on the wall, “rotten through at the back. It would have broken whether I’d touched it or not!” 

You snap right back at him, “I can’t tell if it’s rotten or not, Joel, it’s in bits all over the floor along with all the jars and mugs and… for fucks sake! Why did you have to start messing around with things that don’t belong to you. I was fine before you started fucking about!” 

There’s a beat. 

You meant to say, it was fine, but that I just slipped right out. Your hands ball into fists. 

“I don’t need this, Joel, you’re making things worse!” 

“I was tryin’ to do a nice thing for you!” His voice is raised still, shaking his head, like this was your fault somehow. 

You’re still dizzy with anger, half a second away from stamping your foot and adding a smashed plate to the heap of cabinet that now lies on the floor. 

“Fuck, Joel, I’m so cross with you right now! You need to sort this out,” you stomp over to him, plan on giving him a hard shove on the arm but his hand reaches up to stop you before you connect. Your eyes meet his in annoyance, expecting to see anger reflected back at you but there’s something else there entirely. Hunger. 

You’re not sure who moves first but your lips crash against his with a force that makes your head spin. It’s not like last time, where everything felt slow and soft, this is hard and fraught. You can still taste the anger on your tongue as you lick into him. He bites at your lip and it feels good, this pinch of pain a stark contrast to the pleasure that is thrumming through you. He grabs onto your hips, pulls you closer. You can’t help the groan that escapes your throat as you drag your hands through his hair, the kiss deepening, the space between your bodies disappearing as you melt into him. 

His hands are roaming your body now and you find you’re kissing him harder, willing him to find your skin beneath his touch, to have the warmth of his fingers claw into you. Instead, a hand tugs tight at your hair, pulls you in a way that exposes your neck so he can run hot, wet kisses against your pulse and you rock against him, searching, searching for him, desperate to feel his want for you. 

It was like this before, the real before, this need to be consumed by Joel, this ache that has you wild with lust. You’re both breathless as he pushes you against the wall, drags your dress up. You gasp as he leans his full weight on you, feeling him hard, straining against his jeans, pressed against the cotton of your underwear, angling himself so he’s grinding where you need him most. You grip onto his face so you can kiss him your thanks, feeling his jaw move as he eats into you, sinking into the dizzying pleasure that’s rolling up your spine as he moves against you.

A ruckus at the front door makes you break apart just as quickly as you fell together. You yank your dress back down, watch with wild eyes as Joel runs his hands through his disheveled hair, rearranges his jeans. 

Ellie’s voice comes through loud and clear, its knowingness reaching your ears before you see her face. 

“Ok, Sam! We are here! At your house! And you’re opening the door, so we’re coming in!” It’s the sound of a suppressed giggle next, “Here we are! In the house, walking down the hallway.” 

Joel calls to her, his voice slightly strained, “Ellie, we’re in the kitchen. Tread carefully, please? There’s a bit of a mess in here.” 

Her head pops round the doorframe, both her and Sam’s eyes wide as they take in the destruction of the cabinets. You hope it’s enough of a distraction from how you and Joel both look, mouths bitten and cheeks hot, atmosphere so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Sam puts down the three books she was carrying onto the side and her disbelieving face makes you smile, “Mama! What happened?” 

“Joel happened. He was just explaining to me how he’s going to fix all this destruction up.” You shoot him a hard stare and he has the grace to look sheepish, those big brown eyes so soft all of a sudden.  

“Oh you are in trouble, Joel! Mama only ever uses that voice when she’s real angry.” Sam, of course, looks delighted. 

Ellie, too, can’t wipe the grin from her face, “Joel sure is in trouble…” Her eyebrow raises in a way that makes it difficult to believe she isn’t Joel’s flesh and blood, adds for good measure, “You best get busy, old man.” 

You take a deep breath, try to order your thoughts. It’s just gone five, little tummies will soon start rumbling and this kitchen is going to be out of action for a while. 

“Ellie, you wanna come with us and get an early supper at the Bison? We can pick something up for Joel if he promises to have the kitchen at least usable by the time we get back?” 

“Can I, Joel?” 

He lets out a loud sigh but you can see something flicker across his face, perhaps a brief moment of pleasure that you’re looking after his girl, but you can’t be sure. Who knows what the fuck this man is thinking right now, you’re not even sure you know how to think straight after that kiss. Your hand almost reaches up to touch your lips, see if you still feel a trace of his spit against them, but you stop yourself, try to make your face the appropriate level of cross for someone whose kitchen has been trashed, not a woman who almost came from being pressed up against a wall and ravished. 

“Sure, Ellie, just you know… mind your manners when you’re in polite company, please.” She scoffs, but he gives her a look and she makes a ‘yeah yeah’ noise. He turns back to you, “Thanks, darlin’, I am sorry I made such a mess. But I… well, I’d like to clean it up. Make it good… for you.” 

You’re not sure if you’re talking about the kitchen still. 

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Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Tagging in some pals (please let me know if you'd like to be taken off/added on)

@katareyoudrilling @sin-djarin @guiltyasdave @sizzlingcloudmentality

@yopossum @youcancallmeelle @aurorawritestoescape @almostfoxglove

@evolnoomym @magpiepills @maggiemayhemnj @sp00kymulderr @ghotifishreads

@jessthebaker @bitchwitch1981 @beefrobeefcal @arcane-fox @oliveksmoked

@laughing-in-th3-purple-rain @copperhalfcent @sixhours @bergamote-catsandbooks

And the Are you ready to love me tag list (continued in the reblog)

@there1snothingleft4u @sebastanot @givemeth @umadirectioner @winyourheartemma

@registeredbelcher55 @tangled-tumbler-blog-blog @missladym1981 @casa-boiardi @jethrojessie

@soci0plath @jazzimac1967 @fanf1ctionislife @chewie-bars @fallout-girl219

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Hey!! I’m just here to say that I’m pretty new to the Pedro fandom (clearly I’ve been living under a rock lmao) but I just finished reading Maintenance Request and oh my god it’s truly one of the best fics I’ve ever read. The way you write Joel is so dreamy and SO sexy and I’ll forever be in love with him and that story. Plus all the poetry woven throughout was the most beautiful touch. I can’t wait to read more of your work!! Thank you so much for being generous enough to share it with all of us 💗💗

hi anon!! first, welcome. 🧡 I felt the exact same way when I discovered the fandom in 2023 -- I had been on tumblr and in fandoms for years and then stumbled across some Din fics and was like umm what? this has been here this whole time??

and thank you!! 🥹🥹 I swear I don't control how Joel talks in that fic the man just lives in my brain, lmao. I'm so glad you liked it! if you do read more I hope you enjoy it!! thank you for reading 🥹🥰

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Hiyee! Thanks for hosting <3 Can I snag the Summer Tunes writing challenge prompt #3 for Jack Daniels @wayshewas

yayy yes of course! 🤠

Jack #3 is yours:

Where Are We Now? by Orville Peck & Mickey Guyton - spotify | youtube | lyrics

join the summer tunes challenge 🎶

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exactly! and if you're new to fandom? here's some stuff to check out:

@fanlore-wiki - fanlore is the wiki for fandom!

a fandom resources intro and explainer I wrote, including more info on fanlore, some big events in fandom history, and ways to jump in

a list of sources I put together on the history of censorship in fandom

some tips on using ao3

my answer to an anon ask about how to interact in fandom

tips on managing your tumblr experience

So I've been pretty absent for a while. I'm not gone, I've just been having a break. I'm tired. Other fandoms are full of people who have always been into fic and fandom. Pedro's fandom is full of normies discovering fandom for the first time and hating it. Then spreading that hate to everyone else.

There's a difference between being into fandoms, and being so into the actor that you seek out fan content, and the Pedro fandom is full of the latter. There's nothing wrong with being new to fandoms, or being so in love with Pedro and his works that you want to be a part of the fandom. That's what makes fandoms grow! But there are a lot of people who are obviously new to fandoms as a whole, and are experiencing fandom for the first time here.

Obviously there's newcomers to fandom who take to it and get it and make the community better. They bring fresh takes and new works and ideas and content. But a lot of people turn up trying to impose their own cultural rules to fandoms, but we already have them lol. Fandom etiquette is well established.

I'm literally begging people to spend some time learning fandom etiquette and stop being so horrid to authors, artists, fellow fans. The PPCU fandom has been a pretty unpleasant place to be lately. People are being run off, named and shamed, bullied. By people who haven't figured out that their only job online is to curate their own experience.

Don't like that fic concept? Don't read it.

Disagree with speculation on his personal life? Don't speculate on it then.

Hate his outfit? Bitch about it to your group chat instead of sending his stylist death threats.

Sick of people sexualising him? Stop clutching your pearls. He's a 50 year old man and sexualises himself at every opportunity. He doesn't need your protection, and he didn't ask for it.

People have become more obsessed with being right than being kind. Stop trying to control and curate everyone else's experience. The fandom is booming right now, but there will come a time where it's quiet, and people have moved on. Stop taking it for granted. We're literally so spoilt for choice, you can read/consume any fandom content you like. Just scroll past what you don't.

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Okay darling, if the mixtape challenge is still going, I'd love a suggestion for Javi G.! I've been woefully remiss in writing for Pedge's Cinema, and maybe a blurb will spur me into action!

hi and yes it is!! hooray! 🎶

Javi G #2 is all yours:

Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer - spotify | youtube | lyrics

join the summer tunes challenge 🎶

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I’ve been a little MIA on social lately, so I missed your initial 🎶Summer Tunes🎶 Writing Challenge post, but since my #1 Tim Rockford is still available 😜 - sign me up!

hey!! sorry for the delay but yay!! I'm so glad you're joining. 🧡

Tim #1 is all yours!

If You Leave by Orchestral Manouevres in the Dark - spotify | youtube | lyrics

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Roman's Random Asks Belated Birthday Bash!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEE

I'm 28! As many of you know, I like to send random asks with funny fandom scenarios around sometimes.

I've been trying to figure out something fun to do that isn't a writing/art event, that can help foster community here. Problem is, a lot of people have each other blocked, and I don't want to do like, an event where two people are in a group that hate each other or someone has to do something for someone they blocked.

I figured this would be a fun way to get people interacting!

comment here or reblog (please RB for a wider reach!) if you want to participate

Next week, I'll make a post with participants tagged. Anyone that wants to join after the initial post can just comment "Join!" or "I want it" or something like that.

I ask everyone go through the people tagged and commenting, go to their pages and send an ask

I'm in many fandoms so much sure you're sending an ask related to the fandom they are in (and probably say your from this event lol)

Send a random ask. Could be silly, like "what kind of socks do the P boys where?" or a scenario "How would Marc Spector react if he found out you're using his fancy shampoo"

These are NOT fic requests. They are supposed to be a paragraph or two, but people can make them as long as they want. It's meant to be low pressure, just to get to know people, and gets the creative juices flowing.

I'll even have a list of prompt ideas, but you can do whatever prompt you'd like! Make up your own! Have fun!

I ask that everyone sends at least one or two asks, but the more the better! I don't anyone to get left out, so I'll minimum send one to everyone

You gotta have your ask box open, and I suggest you have anons on bc some people work on side blogs, but I won't make you considering the state off what some people get in their asks.

FINALLY: Since no one is making you interact with anyone on the list, you see someone you have blocked or has blocked you? Ignore it. See someone you deem problematic? Ignore it. I have friends here that the confessions blog baselessly called racists (they aren't some are POC themselves lol) and who that blogs been calling all sorts of nasty names. I have friend here that write dark or kinks you may find gross. It's okay to block people for that reason! Just ignore their blog, and they'll ignore you.

All I want for my birthday is for everyone to have a nice time :)) And maybe if you wanted to read my dark read Javi G biting fics that'd be nice but thats an aside XD

ALL MY FANDOMS WELCOME a lot of this was geered towards the Pedro fandom bc a lot has been going on, but if you are here from Oscar Isaac, Gabriel Luna, Eddie Brock, Charlie Hunnam, Star Wars, any of it, come on over!

Haven't interacted before and arent sure how? Heres how you can start!

Don't neccecarily want to answer questions but like the idea? You can just send them to people! You don't even need my permission to do it, you can do this anytime! But this even is a good way to get started.

Used to be active and now your not, but still wanna make people smile? ALL ARE WELCOME! Even if you don't follow me thats okay! I know my kinks arent for everyone, but as long as you dont got beef with me I'd love to see you so we can work on this community!

Thanks for being on this journey with me!

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Sometimes life is really rough and lonely. Especially if you have to fix yourself all alone

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FYI there are some available spots!!

Dave York #3

Ezra #2, 3

Frankie #3

Jack D #3

Javi G #2

Lucien #2

Marcus A #2, 3

Marcus M #3

Marcus P #3

Max P all 3!

Reed #1, 2

Tim R #1, 2

Any fandom (5 spots)

🎶Summer Tunes🎶 Writing Challenge

Let’s make a mix tape!

It’s time for another writing challenge! This one has been building in the back of my mind since @secretelephanttattoo started the music ask game a few months ago. Thanks for the idea, El! 🧡

Two Ways to Play

👨🏼‍🎤- send me an ask with one of the Pedro Pascal characters below the cut and a number, 1-3, and get a song as a prompt

I’ve assigned 3 songs to each Pedro character, but you won’t find out the songs until you send the ask! 😏surprise! You can pick any number, but once it’s taken, it’s taken.

🎶- send me an ask with a character of your choice (any fandom!) and I’ll assign you a song as a prompt from a playlist of some of my favorite songs. *limited to 6 spots*

I know some of you are writing for new fandoms these days and I wanted to make some summer fun for everyone. 🥰

DEADLINE: August 30

TAG: #SummerTunesChallenge

Also I’m posting this on my break so if it takes a while to get back to you, dont worry. lol

Characters & Songs

(in alphabetical order)

I’m marking the spots as they’re claimed and I’ll answer all of your asks later today! 🧡

Clint Flood (Freaky Tales) 1. @ak-vintage - Call Me by Blondie 2. @justagalwhowrites - Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts 3. @beefrobeefcal - Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean

Dave York 1. @jeewrites - Don’t Leave Me Lonely by Mark Ronson ft. Yebba 2. @inept-the-magnificent - Crazy On You by Heart 3.

Dieter Bravo 1. @oliveksmoked - Useless by Omar Apollo 2. @nonbinairyboi - On the Floor by Perfume Genius 3. @crowandmousewritingco - The Feeling by Sammy Rae & The Friends

Din Djarin 1. @the-mandawhor1an - Never Let Me Go by Florence + The Machine 2. @thischarmingmandalorian - Paradise Calling by Birdy 3. @din-cognito - Can’t Pretend by Tom Odell

Ezra (Prospect) 1. @bergamote-catsandbooks - Exeunt by The Oh Hellos 2. 3.

Frankie Morales 1. @sunshinehaze1 - Feels Like The First Time by Foreigner 2. @bergamote-catsandbooks - Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money 3.

Harry Castillo (Materialists) 1. @katareyoudrilling - Modern Love by David Bowie 2. @pedroscurls - How to Be a Heartbreaker by MARINA 3. @madpanda75 - Lay All Your Love On Me by Sammy Rae & The Friends

Jack Daniels 1. @penvisions - Set Me On Fire by Missy Higgins 2. @julesonrecord - Lover’s Game by The War and Treaty 3.

Javi Gutierrez 1. @regularjoel - I Dare You by The Regrettes 2. 3. @maggiemayhemnj - You Make Me Feel Like Dancing by Leo Sayer

Javier Peña 1. @milla-frenchy - Easy Lover by Philip Bailey & Phil Collins 2. @iknowisoundcrazy - Amor Prohibido by Selena 3. @savedyounine - La Noche by Joe Arroyo & La Verdad

Joel Miller 1. @aurorawritestoescape - Because the Night by 10,000 Maniacs 2. @daryltwdixon - Texas Man by The Chicks 3. @schnarfer - Are You Ready to Love Me? by The War and Treaty

Lucien de Leon (The Uninvited) 1. @whocaresstillthelouvre - Howling at Nothing by Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats 2. 3. @tinytinymenace - Like A Stranger by Bodies of Water

Marcus Acacius 1. @papurgaatika - Dreams by Fleetwood Mac 2. 3.

Marcus Moreno 1. @604to647 - Electric Love by BØRNS 2. @frannyzooey - Funeral by Teddy Swims 3.

Marcus Pike 1. @galway-girlatwork - Wish I Knew You by The Revivalists 2. 3. @secretelephanttattoo - Romanticism by Retrofile

Max Philips 1. 2. 3.

Oberyn Martell 1. @the-blind-assassin-12 - Miénteme by Orville Peck & Bu Cuarón 2. @mandaloriankait - Want You In My Room by Carly Rae Jepsen 3. @crowandmousewritingco - Time of the Season by The Zombies

Reed Richards 1. 2. 3. @iamasaddie - Somethin’ ‘Bout A Woman by Thomas Rhett & Teddy Swims

Tim Rockford 1. 2. 3. @sawymredfox - Tomorrow by Skakey Graves

Any fandom (6 spots) 1. @murder-wife - Frank Castle - Cherry Bomb by The Runaways 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

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Comissions OPEN! 🥳

🧡paypal.me/thissitecantbeloaded 🧡

Doodles, big pieces, lil comics, concept art , star wars, non-SW or anything in-between, hit me up in the DMs! No fixed rates, let me know your budget and I'll see what I can do! (MORE SAMPLES UNDER THE CUT!!)

Hey all! Just wanted to give an update!

School is going great, but the fast-paced summer semester means I dont have the time for a steady part-time job right now while studying insano-style

BUT!!

I DO have time to draw!!

I have thought about openly advertising commissions for a bit, but never got around to actually making a proper post and set-up for it all, but I guess I was waiting for a time like this. Here we are, I guess!

And I know, I know, 'what about rough day comicccccc!'. Be still, my sickos. I will try my best to keep chizzling away at it in between school, life, and comissions.

Keep in mind though, that every semester my avalibility changes quiate a bit, so we really have been feast-and-famine with updates anywayfrom the beginning I guess.

Y'all are the best, thank you for always coming back when I return from my adventures in the big world doing boring big girl tings.

If you like my work or just wanna help me get the word out, I’d really appreciate a share! 🫶

Small spread below of some more art I've done! I really need to dig up some non-SW pieces I've done...oh I guess I have that one alt account...hmmm....I should see about merging the two eventually.

Non-SW comissions will be posted on Bluesky (thissitecantbeloaded) and my alt @adhd-and-peppermint

Tags for peeps I love and who've loved some of my stuff sometimes or another!

Special thanks to @idonotenjoyourcompany for being my first comission, actually! Her OC is the woman with the long braids featured with Mando

@the-mandawhor1an @zaddymandalorian @lastresortacontact @feralferrule @djarins-cyare @din-djarins-spouse @sweethearts-library @darthbeebles @supertoga @ctrldao3 @public-charmer @just-mj-or-not @djarins-wife @thischarmingmandalorian @decembermidnight @movietimegirl @hades-in-a-handbag @dindjarindiaries @mosssbawls @syvki @theartsalsa @newpathwrites @yettocome12 @officer-tk593 @graylinesspam @hapan-in-exile @sixhours @danudaine @penvisions @badwolfandtimelords @the-color-is-black @gintheginger @belladjarin @jirenswife @dindenimchicken @handspunyarns @countasscrackula @purrpledesblog @impossibleoddity @dazedsuccubus @somesin @thehandalorian @theinvisiblewoman73 @burnwater13 @u-crazy-child @mboogie3 @the-last-twin-of-krypton @nicad13 @autumnwoodsdreamer @burntheedges @ahhrenata @0rley @stealingpotatoes @grogubabysitter @wrathkitty @basiclauren @kyberblade @orley @bittenmochies @yomi345345345 @dindjarindiaries @blogsamm56641me @thischarmingmandalorian @the-color-is-black @pedrit0-pascalit0 @bucketsofmonsters @dindjarins-big-tiddy-goth-gf @autumnwoodsdreamer @aduialwenialwen @thefrogdalorian @kate-komics @dreamy-in-beskar @tiredcontentconsumer @decembermidnight @wocka-flocka @djarins-cyare @scifinerd15

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the news tonight sure is something

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WIP Thursday 🤷🏻‍♀️

thanks for the tags @beefrobeefcal @kedsandtubesocks @penvisions and I think @schnarfer @justagalwhowrites @sawymredfox tagged me last week (oops). this monster is almost finished 😌 so here’s a peek:

He’d know her anywhere, anytime. Any place. He drinks her in now like a man who spent every second of every day since he last saw her stranded in the desert, dying of thirst.

someone is piniiiiiiing 👀

no tagging: @katareyoudrilling @beardedjoel @hauntedhowlett @dead-mistress @jeewrites @toomanystoriessolittletime @whocaresstillthelouvre @galway-girlatwork @the-blind-assassin-12 @the-mandawhor1an @ace-turned-confused @nonbinairyboi @bergamote-catsandbooks @sp00kymulderr @mustardprecum

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Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

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We're here to have some fun in the PPCU and take the edge off a bit. Your guides are @bitchesuntitled, @whocaresstillthelouvre and @beefrobeefcal!

Asks are open and we'll have activities for you to partake in - first one coming very soon. It's all about having fun and being horned up about that ol’ man!

Guidelines:

No hate and no shade - we're all here for a good time!

Nasty Nonnies in the Ask Bin will be blocked and ignored - raining on parades is a big no-no!

If you have an idea for an activity, let us know!

No pressure will be be applied to participate and we welcome all well-intended friendos here!

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✈️ ready to return home ✈️

Outbound flight.

Where are you sitting on your flight home? Pick in the tags/comments.