#i can absolutely see ellie getting pissed etc etc

[bejeweledmp3]

EVERYTIME. i go to twitter for fandom stuff. i remember why one should never go to twitter for fandom stuff lmao

[bingbongsupremacy]

Knock knock Pt. 1

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

Warnings: Use of pet name 'baby' and nick names.

Summary: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive?

This fic does not mention anything about the way the readers' body is shaped, their weight, their height, etc. If I happened to miss something or accidentally described the readers' appearance anywhere, please let me know so I can fix it.

*Not Proof Read*

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*****

" Fucking hell. " I groan angrily, smashing my pillow over my ears. Why can't they just shut the fuck up?

Why the fuck did I decide to move into frat row? Every building that isn't a frat is a party house.

Deciding enough is enough, I force myself out of my bed. I make my way to the living room where my roommates are all gathered.

" Did they wake you up too? " Dina asks with a yawn, rubbing her temples.

" Who didn't they wake up? The entirety of Jackson has to have heard them by now. " I mutter, pulling on my coat.

" Where are you going? " Abby asks.

" To tell them to shut the fuck up. Some of us actually needs sleep to survive. " Usually I'm fine with parties. It's college, I've gone to some and I probably will go to more in the future. The problem is, our new neighbors just never seem to shut up.

I make my way across the lawn, sleep slippers squelching in the damp grass. Ignoring the way water is slightly seeping into my shoes, I step around a passed out frat boy.

Empty and nearly empty bottles of booze and other unidentified objects litter the porch. I loudly knock on the door. Within a few minutes the door is opened by a giggly girl. Her half lidded eyes scan my body, a grin sprawled across her sweaty face. " Hey, you here to party? " She asks, her words slurred badly.

" No. I want to see whoever's in charge here. "

" That would be Ellie. "

Of course it's Ellie Williams. The campus' infamous dealer and partier. I had no idea she moved in here. The last time I had to deal with her was in my history class last year. Absolute hell. I got paired up with her for an assignment and ended up doing majority of the work while she spent her time at a local bar, hooking up with the bartenders.

The girl slightly sways to the music, her mind trailing away from our conversation.

She's not going to help me. She doesn't look far from a blackout.

Deciding to take things into my own hands, I push past the girl to get into the house.

" Hey! " She squeaks, trying to balance herself.

The pungent smell of weed and alcohol fills my nostrils. Clothes and red solo cups litter the ground and staircase. I step over a nasty looking puddle, trying to locate Ellie.

" Where's Ellie Williams? " I ask a group of stoners sitting around a cluttered coffee table.

A guy with dark hair looks up from the joint he's rolling. " Who's asking? "

" Me, the fucking person who lives next door. Where is Ellie? " My frustration grows. Along with not being able to sleep well the past few days, I'm overly stressed with some upcoming tests. I can't deal with this right now.

The guy, obviously sensing my pissed off attitude, nods down the basement. " Down there. She might be with a girl. "

I push past a couple grinding in front of the basement door, trying not to touch anything. I'm pretty confident this place hasn't been cleaned in a while and I don't doubt there's some new species growing around here. I'm pretty sure I saw a condom on the TV stand.

The basement is dark, the only light coming from a couple of string lights that are hugging the ceiling. Loud, muffled music bounces off the walls. Immediately I feel slightly better at the lack of people.

The room is fairly clean except for a small pile of clothes near what I'm guessing is the closet. It looks more like a bedroom than a basement.

On the bed I spot a familiar pair of converse shoes. Straddling her is a long haired red head, who's only in her bra. She lets out a small moan, neither of them realizing I'm here.

" Ellie. " I spit, standing at the base of the stairs. I cross my arms, glaring at the pair.

The girl on top jumps from surprise, pulling away from Ellie. She looks back at me, her lipstick and her mascara are both badly smudged.

Ellie's head pokes out from behind the girls' body. Frustration is clear in her expression. " What the fuck do you want? "

" I want you to shut the fucking party down. It's 3 in the morning. Some of us, who actually give a fuck about their future, have to go to class in the morning. "

" I'm gonna go... " The red head gets off of Ellie's hips. She quickly gathers her clothes. " Later, Ellie. "

" Wait you don't need to- " Ellie trails off into a frustrated groan as the girl rushes upstairs. " Fuck! " She sits up, her eyes glaring at me.

I shift slightly, uncomfortable with the angry glare she's sending my way. I can't back down. I need my sleep and I'm going to get it.

" This has been going on for days. Can you please just shut off the music? Just until like...I don't know, tomorrow morning? "

Ellie rolls her eyes. She reaches towards her night stand, picking up a joint. She lights it up before finally responding. " Sounds like a major you problem. Besides, who the fuck throws a party in the middle of the day, cock blocker? " She smirks slightly at the nick name.

Anger courses through my veins. She's getting more and more on my nerves. " Can't you be a little considerate? You aren't the only fucking person who lives on this planet, in case you've magically forgotten. The world doesn't revolve around you. "

Ellie leans towards me slightly. " Oh really? " She asks in an obviously fake surprised tone. " That's news to me, baby. Look, if you want an invite next time, all you have to do is ask. " Ellie gets off of her bed, probably in effort to intimidate me.

She's hot.

Fuck, I'm angry at her. I'm not supposed to be attracted to her.

But the way her tank top hugs her body...The strands of hair framing her face...No. I'm angry. Stop fucking eyeing her.

" You're an asshole. " I shake my head, crossing my arms. I force my gaze away from the woman in effort to stop the flock of butterflies in my stomach. " If you don't do something about the music, I will. "

Ellie chuckles. She steps towards me, only stopping inches away from me. She leans towards me. " You know, you're pretty hot when you're angry. " She whispers into my ear. Her hot breath fans over skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I take a step away from her. I don't like the way she makes me feel. " I guess I'm going to have to do something than. "

Without looking at her again, I hurry up the basement steps. I make my way over to the blasting speakers. My body seems to vibrate with every step towards the speaker I take. How has someone not broken an eardrum yet?

I yank out the cords connecting the speakers and suddenly the house is quiet. People around me stare in surprise.

Ellie pushes past the same couple I had to pass to get into the basement. " What the fuck are you doing? " She asks, clearly pissed.

" I asked you multiple times to turn off the music. Since you didn't do anything, I did. " I toss the cords onto the ground. " Keep it off or I swear to god I'll call the cops. "

I'm not narc but at this point, I'm on the verge of losing my mind.

" Fine. " Ellie says, making me double take. " We'll keep it off. "

" Thank you. " A small breath of relief slips through my lips. I make my way towards the front door, passing Ellie on the way. Before I leave, I look back at the girl.

Something about her expression sprouts a seed of uncertainty in my stomach.

" Good night, CB. " She smirks slightly while following me to the door.

" Good night, Ellie. "

She closes the door behind me, leaving me in the quiet outside. I don't know what she has up her sleeve, but I know she's up to something.

I make my way back to my shared house. My roommates thank me for dealing with the neighbors before we all hurry back to our bedrooms.

I lay down in my sheets, closing my eyes. I feel my eyes grow heavy.

Maybe I was wrong? Maybe she really is going to let us sleep tonight.

A loud muffled guitar solo breaks through the silence. The few moments of quiet are quickly replaced with the sound of blaring music.

My eyes fly open. I throw off my blanket, storming towards my window. I peer over at Ellie's house. She's smugly standing on the lawn, smoking what's left of her joint.

Our eyes meet, sending anger through my body.

She slowly flips me off, laughing at something one of her friends near by says.

It's on.

I tear myself away from the window. I turn on my phone, dialing the three digits I really didn't want to dial tonight.

" 9-1-1, what is your emergency? "

[thegamingcatmom]

helloo again! it’s the same asker as last time (the pee ask!)

i just wrote/sent a follow up ask but i don’t think it actually sent!😭 ‘cause tumblr is dumb! grrr! so im writing it out again! but if it magically did send then you can just ignore this ask haha!

so i was messaging to say i’m sorry if my ask came across as really blunt to you because i really didn’t mean for it to sound that way. but when i just read it back again along with your nice reply, i realized my ask sounded kinda super blunt and could maybe read as sorta… judgey?? like maybe it came across like i was gonna kinkshame or something?

but i promise that wasn’t the case at all!! i definitely would never kinkshame anyone ever!! and i didn’t mean to sound blunt. it’s just that i’m autistic and sometimes when i communicate over written message i sound blunt in a negative way even though i don’t mean to. i struggle with sometimes coming across as rude in messages when i am asking questions, even though i don’t mean to, when in reality i’m getting straight to the point in my message because i’m excited to be asking a question about something.😅

i actually sent that ask about the piss kink because im into omorashi (or omo for short) which is like getting turned on by the feeling of needing to pee/having a full bladder and also wetting (or getting turned on by seeing someone else needing to pee/making someone else hold their full bladder and seeing someone else wetting it making someone else wet themselves etc).

so seeing it show up in most of your ellie posts just made me wonder if that sorta thing was something you yourself were personally into (‘cause obviously lots of writers put their own sexual interests in their writing) or if it was something you thought maggot momma herself would be into.😊

Hey again, pee-anon!

I actually didn´t receive any other ask from you (cause Tumblr is, indeed, pretty stoopid sometimes) so it´s a good thing you´ve sent it again. 😜

No need to apologize at all, really. I didn´t think it was rude or judgey or anything like that. I simply took it for what it was - an ask about a piss kink lol. Also, it´s only natural to be curious about certain things, especially if you feel like you can identify with it in some way. It also shows me that my posts evoke some sort of reaction at least, so I´m happy to answer any question someone might have, really. 😊

(Unless you decide to be nasty af about it because in that case - you can just f right off and Imma send Maggot Momma after your sorry ass.)

As I´ve stated before, I myself don´t see it as a kink. More as a bit of a lighter moment in between all the madness and blood and guts and gore galore that´s going on in this (cursed) building.

Now, would Maggot Momma be into it? Considering I see her as a rather animalistic being with primal instincts in general (such as dry humping you into oblivion) I think she could be into it. But not in an overly sexual way, more like

I´m in the middle of something here (that something being you) and I cba about your worries rn (or ever) because your smell and if you gotta be like that - all dramatic as per usual- then she´s just gonna make herself a bit heavier on purpose and squish you a bit more all while never taking her eyes off you and basically daring you to do it because it would also show her the absolute power she has over you and-

...Okay yeah, I can see why Maggot Momma might be into it after all lmao.

Now I might have to write a little something about it because now I wanna see it play out, whoopsie.

I´m in the middle of writing yet another mommy kink post (you can thank mommy-kink-anon for that) but Imma keep your ask in mind for sure, so stay tuned!

[ameliasbitvh]

ahhhh! thank you all soso much for the 300 followers! i just hit 200 last week?! how are there 300 of you? i honestly don’t know, but i started this account as a place to just read smut and then i decided to post on here. the reason why my first post was angst was because i was being a slut for angst to feel something in those few moments- okay i’ll stop myself right there. for this milestone i’m going to do mutual appreciation for the moots i’ve interacted with the most so far! (if we’re moots and u wanna interact pls do, i’m not scary!)

okayy first up,

@underappreciated-spoon-321

i love you so much bby, i could not believe it when you followed me. i was legit crying happy tears and i specifically remember you followed me after i posted “needy” random lol.

your writing is immaculate, absolutely lovely. ur smut *chefs kisses* i love that you put up with my shit photos that i send you and that you actually ask for more- but it baffled me when you first interacted with me, this was my reaction

*deep breath* “omfg! (ur username) just interacted with me, wtf do i do?!” also ur nick name reminds me of belly from dear, draco.

i’m not writing a lot, bc for your sleepover i wrote you a damn paragraph 😭 but i love u sm belly!! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

@dracoskinks

ARI! i love talking to you, bc i can talk about anything and when i say anything i mean anything. like kinks, porn, random draco scenarios, etc… you are one of the funniest people i have seen on this app.

ur blunt and funny at the same time, it just makes it more fun to talk to you. ur smut is soso good, bc i don’t find a lot of smut with a dom!reader and sub!draco.

i remember you followed me, so out of curiosity i checked out your blog and saw your piss kink fic and that did it for me. after that i followed you back and we became moots ajnwja. when ur first account got terminated you scared me so fucking much, because i thought you were going to leave tumblr forever. don’t. ever. play. like. that. again. i’m glad we became moots bc i fucking love you <3

@opalsheart

I LOVE YOU SM! i think u were the first moot that i interacted with in direct messages, bc you had tea to spill, and ever since than we’ve been #4lifers. you send me edits and hate on t*m felton with me on instagram. you were the first mutual to know what i looked like lmaoo. u r an absolute goddess, bestie, like what- i know that you can pull anyone you want, so stop playing when you talk about someone.

even though we have a fucking 12 hour time difference, we still find time to talk to each other. it is so fun talking with you and the fact that when we talk it’s night for one of us. you let me send that stupid tik tok of ed sheeran and t*m felton to you and it probably haunts your dreams now ajnwajsj-

i appreciate that you study ur MF ass off for your exams, bc i could never. and you even send me those cute memes when i wake up- also we better be watching those true crime documentaries, bc i’m still waiting. idc if we have a time difference :) anyways ILY SM ELLIE !! <3

@laceycallisto

okay- where do i even get started with this. we first interacted when i reblogged that draco fan fic and we reblogged talking about how desperate we were trying to find that iconic fic. and i forgot that the creator could see all the reblogging we were doing- you texted me directly about adding my name into your tags, which obviously i agreed to. then we just started talking about random shit like how we were superior because we were june geminis. or how we talked about being in love with remus lupin.

i have vivid flash backs of how your remus fic hurt me. i cried my false lashes off proof reading janajaj- bestie- you’ve seen me cry ajnwja- your writing is ethereal, i don’t know how you can see that? your so nice too, like girly u gave me ur netflix within like a day of knowing each other 💀 we watched bridgerton in two mother fucking sittings. we ate that bridgerton hoe up!

all ur input on the scenes were so funny like the “with child” and “dicking” comments 😭 i love how it’s so easy to talk to you about everything, like how dumb i am- even talking about the privilege of being poc and not burning in the sun. bruh u even let me tag u in dumb tik tok videos, like what?! and i think your the only mutual i have that’s in the same time zone as me… also we better binge the next season. but ily sm, ur like my older sister, even if u say ur life is shitty 😭 <3

@dracomalfoys-wh0re

honestly, kacia. i owe a lot to you for my account being “found” or whatever, bc you reblogged a fic of mine, i’m pretty sure it was “common room” and that’s when i started getting notes and followers najajwjwj- you might not know that but i do 💀 i will forever remember that.

you literally were one of the first accounts ever- to follow me. and i won’t lie, i went crazy when u followed me because i love your fics so much! you are so funny and blunt too i swear 😭

and can we talk about your tom riddle fic? like?!the fact that you really showed tom’s true personality and character. every world had me enthralled further into the fic, the way you wrote him is exactly how i think tom riddle would act towards his s/o. his toxicity and gaslighting is too accurate.

moving on from the discussion of your fic, which is amazing, ily sm babe!!

@yoooespinosa

we’ve interacted a few times and when u texted me directly saying that you thought i was sweet, i literally went, “omg- people think i’m sweet” in a good way, not bad jkwajjw- can i just get started on your writing, because oh. my. fucking. god. it is the most captivating and heart breaking thing i’ve ever seen- the emotions that you put into every word completes the entire fic. every angst piece that you have written, made me cry or made something inside me just twist with sadness. it is truly lovely and magnificent.

how do ur fics not get thousands of notes? because everyone should see what you write, it’s unfair that others haven’t seen your fics. when u explained your dream to me, i swear you practically wrote a whole fic 😭

i remember u said that you wanted to do a face reveal, but we’re scared. bestie what are you scared of? you look like an ANGEL!! and if anyone were to disagree, they are obviously blind. but ily bestie <3

@o-rion-sta-r

BESTIE BAE ORION i love you so much!interacting with you is honestly so fun. and i remember like literally yesterday we were trying to figure out ari’s time zone and we were freaking out. you, ari, and me all have a fucking time difference 😭 it sucks so much!

at least every day you ask me how my days been and i think that’s so sweet, because before i got on tumblr people didn’t ask that question. i appreciate that you ask me that and just random questions in general, because i love interacting with you so much. and you should start writing bby! i will reblog anything you write, also ily sm <3

@ilygw

we don’t talk a lot, but you seem like a fun person! i love seeing all the edits you post on here, bc honestly i need more ferret boy content. i know there is a lot, but i feel like i’ve seen all of them. until i see you posting a new edit and i’m like, “okay… i guess i haven’t seen every draco edit” but that’s all i have lol, ly!!

@arcaneslut

to be honest, you seemed so intimidating to me. i know you said you’re not, but to me you seemed really scary even though i knew you weren’t 😭 i just interacted with you recently and you are so sweet i swear! i love all ur fics, especially “and then i felt nothing” because when i read this fic you better believe i was crying so hard- to the point where i couldn’t breath- everything was written so beautifully, i couldn’t believe it.

i love how one thing we share in common is losing our phones 💀 but i just wanted to say thank you for explaining the whole sleepover and celebration things to me! even tho we just started interacting i already love u!!

moots bc i’m in love with all of them: @just-a-smol-spoon @dreamy-clousds @dracoskinks @unedibledaisyduck @thatsassyhufflepuff @a-aexotic @l0vely-lupin @gothboutique @wolfstar4lifee @littlemissnoname13 @deatthfairy @arcaneslut @ladyvesuvia @laceycallisto @dracossweetprincess @the-lonely-poet-loves-to-weep @realityblocked @harmqnia @yoooespinosa @opalsheart @lilscloud @cupids-crystals @mellifluousart @lunas-kisses @malfoysmainb @klauscarolove @crystxlss @beforeoursunsets @marrymetheonott @queeriacs @electriclocean @dlmmdl @o-rion-sta-r @sfdlm @ilygw @desiredmalfoy @underappreciated-spoon-321 @draco-and-tom @hellounicorn @mugglesthesedays @dracomalfoys-wh0re

if i didn’t tag u it’s bc i can’t tag more than 50 blogs :(

[strykingback]

Ok... Gotta say my Farewell to Vol 8. So If you dont like  what Im about to say best click off now or ignore it.

Ok so you decided to click on it,  Alrighty brace yourself 

This entire Arc was just fucking horrendous. No joke, this entire arc was just garbage entirely, no joke. The way how they made Ironwood into a cartoon villain making him into some albeist joke of people who are diagnosed with ADHD, PTSD, Actual Amputees’, etc. This was meant to be A FUCKING WAR ARC!!!

Which means I expected these few things from this Arc even though I was not watching it.

- Plenty of Character Deaths ranging from Main, Secondary, and Tertiary Characters.

- Stakes at An All New High. 

- Characters being forced to make tough decisions or risks that fail or pay off.

- Uneasy Alliances being forged.

- Tensions between Team RWBY, Ironwoods Group, and Salems. 

-SALEM TEARING ATLAS AND MANTLE A NEW ONE. 

- THE VILLIANS ACTUALLY FUCKING WIN THIS VOLUME. 

Instead We Got: 

-Ruby’s Group BEING INSIDE THE FUCKING HOUSE LIKE IN VOLUME 5 BARELY DOING FUCK ALL!!!

- Ironwood being “villainized” even further instead of turning him into a morally-grey villain. 

- Team RWBY “winning” through plot armor and bad writing like the Mary Sues they are. 

- Bumbleby Ship-Baiting... AGAIN. (Seriously. . . fuck off) (No hate to anyone who ships BB but at this point it was seriously getting annoying and tiring)

- Salem Just Getting Merked... NOT ONCE FOLKS. BUT TWICE!!!

- The Hound Getting Merked.....

Seriously no joke, this was such a bullshit, deadbeat volume. No joke it makes me so frustrated to see that this entire Volume was fucked up to no end. Yangs and Rubys argument did not feel like an actual fucking argument. 

What I expect from an argument was four things.

- Calling them Out On Their Actions. 

- Person A and B Debating About their Actions/Decisions which said argument intensifies. 

- Person A or B Starts a fight after saying something that pisses one of them off

-  Fight Between A and B, Totally Optional to have a bystander such as C or D end the Fight. 

Instead we get....a simple Argument that barely intensifies and only has Yang calling Ruby out on her abilities being a leader of a team. We should have Ruby also calling out Yang for sharing the information to Robyn and her “Happy Huntresses.” Which should’ve escalated to the point where Ruby says.  “Well that Gung-Ho Attitude is what caused you to lose your Arm!!” 

or Yang saying: 

“Well If you didn’t decide to...Oh I dont know have our faces pasted on EVERY VIRTUAL BOARD IN ATLAS FOR YOUR SHIT DECISIONS!” 

Not to mention to have Blake ,Weiss, and the Rest of ORNJ just look in awe or shock.... at seeing them argue to the point where they start fighting SERIOUSLY THATS WHAT A FUCKING ARGUMENT IS MEANT TO FEEL LIKE IN A WAR ARC!!!!

Moving on from that... anyways Cinders Past was just so so so SO LAZY.....

No joke her past was so boring it was to the point where I found it just uninteresting at all. Yet that brings up a good point hat I said once and I will say again. “How Come the FNDM praises Women that get beaten and show love to them rather than Men who also get abused like Adam whose EYE WAS BRANDED and MERCURY WHOSE LEGS WERE BROKEN BY THE FEMUR NO LESS.”

No joke for her it was just... a shock collar and she was berated verbally.....You know this actually makes Ellie from Last of Us Part 2 Look Better than Cinders. (Yeah I went there!)

Like if you want to do Twisted Cinderella with some RWBY Vibes.... heres how you do it. 

- Have Cinder be in Awe at the Sight of a Huntsman or Huntress fighting which inspires her to be a Huntress when Reeves finally tells her she can be one. 

- Show that Reeves does care about her and when he falls ill and dies Cinder is berated even more by the twins and the proprietor where she was enslaved. 

- What Finally causes her to snap and kill everyone was when she finds out her “sisters” burned her Academy Approval letter on their mothers order causing her to kill and murder which she is later on arrested and then bailed out by Watts who leads her to Salem. 

Seriously DO IT FUCKING RIGHT ESPECIALLY  WHEN IT COMES TO CINDER WHOSE PAST WAS IN SHADOWS FOR 8 WHOLE FUCKING YEARS.

8 YEARS AND YOU DROP IT LIKE A RAW PIECE LAMB CHOP!!!

Finally SALEM. Oh God how did they fuck up with Salem?! I will admit there was some moments that spooked me. However it was not enough to make me feel nervous for the characters as a whole. 

Like for example I expected her to wipe the floor with Atlas’ forces and just seriously showing destruction and chaos arriving. Instead last season it looked like she was JUST APPROACHING THE CITY. 

Which would have been a “Race Against The Clock/War” Volume since Salem would have begun her destruction of Atlas and even forcing her way into Atlas.... and then suddenly Hazel performs a Heel-Face-Turn that suddenly screams BS because seriously he should’ve had some sort of a better redemption that felt built up, then she gets  BURNED THEN NUKED BY OZPINS MAGICAL CANE OF SUPERPOWERED BULLSHIT. Which Held enough magic to unleash it....which could have been used during the BATTLE OF BEACON. However, I wont complain about it why?

Cause, I think the major reason is because If he were to use it in there he would be revealing Beacon’s Relic Vault as well to Cinder which she can use to open it and take the Relic of Choice. Which I believe was a pragmatic choice because you also have to think of the people who are still trying to escape or evacuating at the moment. 

Now the ultimate disrespectful thing the CRWBY did for their “Design a Grimm” contest was the Sulfur Fish. 

THIS DESIGN WAS SICK, AND THE ABILITIES WAS JUST JAW DROPPINGLY COOL!

However what does CRWBY do instead of giving a Full Scene where we see its Forms or attacking other soldiers/people. 

It gets... *Drumroll*

A Cameo sequence...thats it. A Cameo....Wow CRWBY you are shit. Just absolutely shit at writing and even giving the winner of the Design-A-Grimm Contest Winner an actual shot...while you overwork your animators giving Anxiety Disorders or PTSD. Great Show. 

 TL;DR: RWBY Volume 8 was one of the most boring, shittiest, and a snoozefest of a volume with such bad writing that it makes even watching The Last of Us Part II look good! 

If you are planning on dropping RWBY let me offer you an Alternative. 

Say hello to Meta Runner! A series that I find to be a favorite of mine and one that is actually better than RWBY’s garbage ass bullshit writing. 

To give you a brief synopsis, This series follows Tari a girl who wakes up in Silica City without any memory of what has happened except some brief flashbacks. To which TasCorp the antagonistic corporation seeks to use her for entertainment, while there is a mystery element about a famous gamer gone missing... and its up to Tari and the help of a Resistance force to find out this mystery. 

This series is done by Glitch Studios which many do know them as...drumroll please!  *drumroll*

The Youtubers SMG4! Who is well known for doing GMOD Shitposts! 

Its actually quite relieving to see a series that these two brothers actually want to share with us! They dont want to do it for money or for anything just for the sake of a good story! 

AND THATS WHAT I LIKE!

Oh did I forget to mention that Meta Runner is backed by:  Epic Games

Crunchyroll 

AMD Lastly.... and hold onto your butts...

THE AUSTRALIAN GOVERNMENT!!!

You know you hit it big WHEN THE GOVERNMENT BACKS YOUR SERIES!!! Come On you cant help but smile at that! So far the Third Season is being worked on at the moment but no release date at the moment so it could be sometime this year or next year. 

So if you have any plans on watching that I highly recommend giving it a watch. Anyways 

Fuck RWBY Volume 8. Fuck the Canon. Fuck Everything about RWBY!

[sortasirius]

I didn't know you were a tlou fan!! What are your thoughts on part 2? It seems like majority hated it but I just can't stop watching gameplays of it! I absolutely love it! The themes, parallels, characters, etc It almost feel like a study on humanity!

Bruh.

I love, like love love Part II. 

~Spoilers for The Last of Us Part II~

Was a I absolutely fucking PISSED when I got halfway through the game and was expected to play as the character who murdered Joel and Jesse?

Hell yes. 

Did I fall completely in love with Abby, Owen, Manny, Alice, Lev, Yara, even Mel?  Yes.  Did I love Abby so much that I literally died in the final fight like ten times because I couldn’t bear to be the one to kill her?  Yes.

What I love about Part II is that is not only gives us consequences for Joel’s actions in Part I, but also does an absolutely masterful job at making the player really love those characters.  Joel is one of my favorite characters of all time.  I cried for an hour when he died, like had to pause the game for an hour and go for a walk to clear my head.  But at the end of the game, I felt the exact same way about Abby.

She and Ellie, they’re on different parts of the same journey, and we can see that Ellie won’t get the closure she thinks she will if she kills Abby.  Ellie doesn’t know that, but we do.  She literally throws away everything in this quest for revenge, and the only reason she stops is that she realizes that she was able to forgive Joel for the unforgivable, like she suddenly sees that killing Abby won’t bring him back, and though she can never forgive her, she doesn’t have to take the final step.

I seriously, dude, I love this game so much.  Like every single character is so nuanced and detailed and so true to life, not to mention that everything about the game is just fun as hell, from combat to weapons to stealth, it’s an insanely fun game to play along with being the kind of emotional journey that feels once in a generation.

And there are so many millions of details that are so fantastic.  The entire museum scene?  The scene where Abby shoots the plastic arrows in the aquarium?  The scene with Ellie and Dina (my loves) in the weed bunker?  The dance scene between Ellie and Dina?  Abby’s interactions with my guy Manny?  Even the opening scene where my MAN Jesse says “it’s kinda fucked up you did that”.

And then there are the terrifying moments.  BIG CHUNGUS IN THE HOSPITAL ANYONE???  Trying to sneak through Hillcrest?  Trying to escape the island?  Honestly mostly the rat king that thing is so fucking scary I hate the entire hospital bc it wigs me out.

And last, there are the moments that break your heart.  When Ellie leaves Dina.  When Abby leaves Owen in the aquarium with the seals.  Even worse, when Abby’s last fucking words to him are “get your priorities straight.”  When Ellie pushes Joel away at the dance and he just walks away, giving her her space.  Ellie not being able to play guitar, the cost of the journey.  And then when Ellie tells Joel she’d like to try to forgive him.  “You’re my people” after Yara’s death. Uh.  Joel.  Enough said.

TLOU 2 broke my heart into a million pieces multiple times but I’ve always gone back for more.

Ugh, I could literally talk about it forever.

[t-citurnity-moved]

Heyyyy. It’s waaayyy too early for me to be awake, but I’ve been thinking about some things and wanted to make a post about them LMAO.

Some little notes about B.order.lands Caine under the cut. I’ve been thinking about a lot of these for awhile now, so bear with if they get a bit lengthy / rambly.

These are just general canon-ish things about him in the universe, so not limited to BL3 or anything like that; I mention a few things that are BL3 centric tho.

I’ve been juggling between powers for Caine, since he’s a Siren.

One of the powers I want to give him is time stop, but only briefly. Like maybe 5 seconds, but can be upgraded to 10. It happens in a bubble around him and he can move in stopped time. Anything that comes in contact with the bubble slows to a stop.

OR I could be Extra™ and give him the ability to nullify other Siren’s powers.

The final Eridian writing in game states that there are seven Sirens in existence at one time and that the seventh “should never be found” or something to that extent.

In this instance, Caine would be the seventh and that grants him the ability to nullify Siren powers so long as he’s touching the person (and for like a second or so extra for the effect to wear off).

This would make him, like, the PERFECT counter to Tyreen + Troy and I love the idea. More on that at a later date.

Either way, being a Siren is “tradition” in his family and is passed down the maternal line; his mother was a Siren, his grandmother, etc.

His Siren status was passed from his older half-sister, Hecate, who died when they were both young. Because being a Siren isn’t exactly uncommon in his family, it’s likely that they knew how to pass these powers along.

If there’s a specific ritual or not, doesn’t really matter since they’ve got their own way of doing things. They’ve probably come up with their own “coming of age” ritual that Caine was apart of before he came out.

Caine’s Siren markings are purple; they counter the “softness” of other Sirens by being wild and jagged, even compared to Troy’s (whose are stated as being “flayed and violent.”)

He covers them up and avoids using his powers if at all possible; he doesn’t like relying on them.

Because of this, pretty much no one knows he’s a Siren. And he doesn’t have any thought to tell them either.

Caine’s wings are pretty similar in terms of being wild and jagged; they’re large enough to cover his entire body and he has a whopping four of them. Yeah, I’m kicking canon lore out the door, sue me.

Outside of Siren things, Caine is a mercenary who’ll pretty much take any job if it means getting paid. He hardly cares about the vaults or what’s in them; he doesn’t fuck with Siren BS unless he absolutely has to.

Which is why he has such a crisis in BL3, because he’s so unused to having all this Siren shit shoved in his face after unlearning all of it after his family is eradicated for lack of a better term lmao.

He also tinkers with things! Like, he’s really big on technology and has built a few gadgets for himself that’ve saved his life more times than he can count. He also salvaged parts to make himself a motorbike out of scrap lmao. It’s reliable, though it doesn’t really look it. He doesn’t really trust the catch-a-ride system much, no offense to Ellie.

ALL THAT BEING SAID. He does really love his friends despite being a hardass, ESPECIALLY in BL3.

He’s pissed when Lilith loses her powers and is ready to throw down the second he sees Tyreen and Troy next time.

He also throws caution to the wind and uses his own powers to save Maya. (You can pry Maya surviving out of my cold, dead hands.)

Of course this means that everyone knows he’s a Siren now, but he doesn’t care as long as all his friends are still alive.

IF I go the route of his powers nullifying those of other Sirens, the next time he meets the twins, you can bet Tyreen tries to leech him only to find out she can’t. It’s crisis inducing and really gives them BOTH a wakeup call.

From that point, Caine tries tor really undermine every interaction Tyreen has with Troy, because Troy’s the “vulnerable” one. This is before they’re together, he wouldn’t do that if they were dating unless it was a bad situation.

WHICH IT IS. And you can’t convince me otherwise. Tyreen doesn’t give a damn about Troy and we all know this. Yeah, siblings play around a lot, but DAMN she’s downright ruthless to him, ESPECIALLY after his boss fight and her first instinct isn’t to check up on him to see if he’s still alive, but to LEECH HIM INSTEAD.

Needless to say, this is what sparks off Troy’s redemption arc, which I’ll get more into at a later date once I square away a LOT of things.

[rosesfromcth]

Too Hot

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Part 1/?

Summary: Enemies to lovers trope, frat boy! Calum hood, etc.

Inspired by the calum hood sidehoes gc credits to all of them for ideas especially @slimthicccal screw u

It was dark and crowded. You had decided to go out with a group of friends to what was supposed to be a chill hang out. But as your group was hanging out one of them got a text from their boyfriend telling her about a party at his frat house. You had begrudgingly agreed to go with them, figuring they would need someone to keep them in check. You had an early morning the next day so you didn’t want to get drunk or anything.

You were standing in a dark corner, gathered in a circle with a few of your friends, they were all talking about other people that were at the party when you heard a familiar name. Calum Hood. They all started to talk about how attractive they thought he was. You couldn’t help but feel your eyes roll every time someone said anything along the lines of, ‘Oh My God!’ “I swear!’ or ‘He’s so hot.’ You hated how much attention he got. Sure, he was a very attractive guy. But he was way too attractive for you to ever trust him. You were sure something had to be up with him.

“Hey Y/N, you should totally go for Calum. You two would be such a good fit together.” One of your friends, Isabel, giggled and soon the rest of them were nodding their heads in agreement.

“I bet Ashton could set it up, they’re good friends, same fraternity, too.” Your friend who had gotten you all invited to the party spoke up. Ashton was her serious, long term boyfriend, anytime she mentioned him, you swore you heard wedding bells ringing.

“Absolutely fucking not.” You snorted. Everyone in your circle looks at you in shock for a minute and no one says anything right away.

“Wait why? He’s so hot and he’s, like, a good guy.” Isabel protested.

“I’m so not interested, I fuckin hate him.” You said. You felt a little uncomfortable at the confession that had just fallen from your lips. You didn’t really hate anyone, but for some reason, you felt such strong emotions toward the dark haired boy.  

“Why? What did he do? I’m not kidding, if he hurt you, I’ll hurt him.” Maren, another girl, said suddenly.

“It’s stupid, but like he’s too fucking good looking to be the kind of guy he is. He’s too perfect, something doesn’t add up. I don’t fucking trust him.” You admit.

“What? Does little Y/N have a crush? All the more reason for me to set you up.” Ellie said as she called her boyfriend over. “Ashton, come here!’

Ashton heard her and walked over from the opposite side of the basement, it was amazing how he heard her from across the room, and it was so loud and crowded. “What’s up, babe?” He asked as he greeted her by wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing the side of her forehead.

“We HAVE to set Y/N and Calum up, she totally likes him.” Ellie said.

“I,” you interrupted, “do not like him, he’s an entitled ass. He’s too good looking and he’s too nice and smart. Besides don’t you think he can be kind of cocky and, I don’t know, smirky?”

“C’mon, there’s no way you hate him because he’s hot.”

“You totally like him, you can’t hide it from us.”

“Y’all would be a power couple if you got together.”

“I can go talk to him right now, Y/N, if you want? He’s here somewhere. I saw him like twenty minutes ago.” Ashton said

“Ashton, thanks but don’t. Can we drop it please?” Ashton seems to get it but no one else takes the hint or notices the slight icy tone in your voice.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Ashton, go get him right now!” Ellie demands.

“I said drop it. Don’t mention him again. I don’t like him. At all.” This time, your voice was completely icy and everyone could tell just how serious you were. For the second time that night, everyone was quiet. Then they moved on to a new subject, not wanting to push you. You were quiet for the rest of the night, waiting to leave the party. You were no longer in a good mood and couldn’t wait to get home but you had to stay to make sure everyone else got home safe as they continued to drink the night away.

It didn’t take long for news of your dislike for the popular frat boy to spread across campus. You were both fairly recognizable people on campus, you had been on the top of the dean’s list ever since your first semester at university and this was your second year as Student Government president. Not to mention the many other positions you held across campus and the many other organizations that you were a part of. You had a very good reputation on campus. You were well liked and very friendly to everyone you met which is why people were so surprised to hear of your hatred for Calum Hood. Calum was known well for being his Fraternity’s President, team captain of the intramural soccer team, volunteering on campus during the week and the parties he throws off campus on the weekends.  He was also known for, as had been brought to your attention too many times to count, the fact that he was insanely hot.

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“Hood, did you hear that Y/N basically hates you guts?” Luke mentioned casually one day while their group was getting a late lunch after classes.

“She does?” Calum asked. He had no idea she felt that way. He’d barely every spoke to her so it seemed odd, but maybe it was just a rumor.

“Yeah. She was so pissed at the party last Friday night when someone mentioned that the two of you would be a cute couple. What did you do to her?” Luke continued.

Calum would be lying if he said he’d never thought about Y/N that way. She was cute, in a girl-next-door kind of way, and she totally acted the part. Top of her class, super sweet to EVERY ONE and she was always laughing. She seemed insanely innocent and as far as he knew, she’d never been the hook up type and he couldn’t remember her ever having a boyfriend. She had her shit together, anyone could see that.

“I mean, I have no idea. I don’t think I’ve ever really talked to her before so I don’t know what I could have done to piss her off.” Calum said. He could feel himself growing more confused as he thought about it. He couldn’t think of anything that he could’ve done to upset you. He was quiet throughout the rest of lunch as the rest of the boys moved on and chatted about a variety of other things.

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It was just about a week later when it finally caught up to you. You were sitting in the on-campus coffee shop, doing some study for a huge exam you had coming up when Calum Hood walked in. You barely gave him a glance when you heard the door to the shop swing open, you saw his dark mop of curls and turned back to your work. You were not about to have a conversation with Mr. Pretty Boy. Typically, when people you knew walked in, you would wave at them or have a quick conversation, but you were not in the mood to talk to him. You hated hating him, it was exhausting and it felt like he was always taking up room in your life. You didn’t hate people, you always went out of your way to be nice to others and not in a fake nice type of way. So instead of being rude to Calum Hood, you would always be courteous and polite if you had to interact with him, but nothing more, nothing less.

Realizing, your focus was completely on Calum, you shook yourself out of it before turning back to your work. You were stressed enough about this exam without worrying about Calum so you needed to get back to studying. You put your headphones back in and softly hummed along to the Aces while jotting notes down and making flashcards, occasionally picking your coffee up to take a sip. You had completely forgotten about him until you felt a shadow fall over your table. When you looked up, there he was standing so you unplugged your headphones.

“Hello Calum.” You nodded. He must’ve taken it as an invitation to sit down because that’s what he did next.

“How’s my favorite student government president?” He smiled at you from what was now, his seat. He was happy by your pleasant greeting. He had been surprised to see you in the shop but was happy it gave him a chance to talk to you and gauge your feelings.

“I’m great, how about yourself?” You asked trying to think of way to get out of there.

“I’m pretty good, the frat and soccer team have both been-” He was cut off by you quickly grabbing your stuff.

“Oh shoot. I’m sorry I actually have to run. I totally forgot I have a thing to get to, like, now. I can’t be late. I’m sure you know how it is.” You rushed as you grabbed your stuff. You knew you weren’t being very tactful about leaving especially not about your excuse but you couldn’t just sit there and chit chat with him.

He slumped back in his seat and started to say goodbye but you were already crossing the shop. He looked upset and you almost felt bad. But not really. He had so many girls falling at his feet and why should you feel bad for him when he had everything with the flick of his wrist?

“Wait, actually! Hold up, Y/N!” He shouted as walked across the shop and caught the door behind you. You were surprisingly fast for your size and he had to speed walk to keep up.

“Y/N. I know you don’t like me.” He said loudly. This made you stop in your tracks.

“That’s not true.” You stuttered. “I’m just in a rush. Really. Calum.”

“Get off it. I know it’s true, obviously, by the way you’re acting.” He says. “All I want to know is why.”

This time you stopped in your tracks.

“Really. Calum? Not everything is about you. I don’t know why you’re bringing this up. Not everyone has to like you.” You sighed.

He stared down at you, you were itching to get out of there, so you rolled your eyes at him before trying to walk away. This time, he grabbed your arm, gently, and nudged you back. You could’ve easily pulled away but you let him.

“Ooh, that really hurt, angel.” He rubbed a small circle over his heart. “Here I was, under the impression that you were friendly.”

“Well I am. Just not to you.” You scoff, this time, you walk away and don’t let him get the chance to get another word in. However, you did hear him softly mutter, “what the fuck?”

[aidenoconnorx]

Below are some things I’d like for Aiden. If there’s an * by the connection, it means I have a vague idea about a specific plot. Overall I’m easy though and I’d love to be able to brainstorm it out with people. If we’ve already plotted check out here and lemme know if you want to add anything / if it looks good. Otherwise, click read more and let’s get goin.

RELATIONSHIPS;   Aidan O’Connor

F A M I L Y

SISTERS - (0/2) ;  [[ 23 & 21 (twin) ]]

BROTHER - (0/1) ; [[ 21 (twin) ]]

HALF SIBLINGS* - (0/?) ;

P L A T O N I C

LIKE FAMILY* - (0/?) ;

BEST FRIEND(S) - (0/2) ;

CONFIDANT(S)* - (0/2) ;

NEIGHBORS - (1/?) ; eleanor “ellie” robertson

DRINKING BUDDY - (1/?) ; jackson beaumont, 

CLOSE FRIENDS - (3/?) ; eleanor “ellie” robertson, laurel mitchell, mairsol alvarez 

CASUAL FRIENDS - (0/?) ;

TRAVEL FRIENDS - (0/?) ;

PARTY FRIENDS - (0/?) ;

FANS* - (1/?) ; cordelia o'connell,

ACQUAINTANCES - (1/?) ; sylvia lopez

P L A T O N I S H

FLIRTATIOUS FRIENDS  - (2/?) ; laurel mitchell, mairsol alvarez 

FLIRTATIOUS ACQUAINTANCES  - (1/?) ; sylvia lopez

‘PROBABLY SHOULDN’T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT’ VIBES - (1/?) ;  eleanor “ellie” robertson

R O M A N T I C

UNREQUITED CRUSH* - (1/1) ; laurel mitchell

MUTUAL CRUSHES  - (0/?) ;  

ONE NIGHT STAND(S)   - (0/?) ; female  

ONE NIGHT STAND*  - (0/1) ; male  

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS - (1/?) mairsol alvarez 

FEW DATES - (0/?);

INFATUATIONS - (1/?) cordelia o'connell

E X - R O M A N T I C

AMICABLE EX(ES)  - (0/?) ;

BITTER EX(ES)  - (0/?) ;  

FEW DATES - (0/?) ;

E N E M I E S

RIVALS - (0/1) ;

FRENEMIES - (0/?) ;

ANNOYANCES - (0/?) ;

ONE SIDED- (0/?) ;

MUTUAL DISLIKE- (0/?) ;

TOXIC- (0/?) ;

FUUUCK THAT GUY ( OR GIRL )*- (0/1) ;

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HALF SIBLING;

The first eleven or so years of Aiden’s life were shit. Mostly because of his dad who thankfully dropped off the face of the planet. He was abusive and Aiden’s never cared to look or find out what happened with him. He hopes he’s buried in a ditch somewhere really. But I’m a straight sucker for cliche long lost siblings plots. This could either be an equally broken kid in search of family or someone completely opposite ( say a perfectly normal, possibly enviable kid who his dad got his shit together for ) or even someone born when their idiot dad was still in Aiden’s life. They could bump into each other and we can slow burn it out or they could come looking for him ready to blow with the news or something in between. Anything. Just give it to me...

LIKE FAMILY;

After spending more than half his life taking care of a family, bein out here all alone can kinda crush his soul at times. So give him some people to fuss over and annoy the fuck out of with his unsolicited advice, protection and dumb shit. Bonus points if they actually ask for it sometimes and you know, pretend he isn’t an ass.

CONFIDANT;

As mentioned before, his childhood? Not so great. More often than not he doesn’t let it handicap him. He holds himself confidently enough most wouldn’t even question it. But there are times it eats at him. Times he can’t sleep or when the smell of a cigarette sends him into a full blown panic attack. The latter is rarer than the first, but it happens. He’s secretive about anything that isn’t your typical surface level conversation / interactions so he could use someone he turns to when he’s feeling less than himself. Could start as a stranger that he stumbles into or a friend he’s been getting closer too. Maybe one of each. Just be prepared for him to call in the middle of the night with some shitty excuse to talk or to find a handwritten note stuck to their door/window/whatever. He likely won’t mention it after, aside from a curt thank you, but yeah. He’ll appreciate it and his door will always be open for them if they need it.

FAN;

He’s a published author and a good one. His writing can be dark and gritty. It’s very blunt and he doesn’t shy away from things of graphic nature. He’s only got one book under his belt and it’s under a penn name, but....he’s pretty popular in a few crowds. He’s got a blog he writes for of just everyday observations, poems, etc. Dayton’s a hot bed of inspiration and though he never mentions it by name or alludes to anyone by their actual name, it’d be fun if someone made the connect that he’s in town. He’ll talk about being a writer, but never talks about his actual work so yeah it could be a nice back and forth of cat and mouse.

UNREQUITED CRUSH; filled by laurel mitchell

This person would be someone Aiden just-- he can’t get enough of. They could be fwbs he caught feelings for or a complete and utter stranger. They’re just always unavailable and probably not right for him at all. Something about them though triggers something in him that makes him wanna be there. It doesn’t make sense to him either, which is frustrating and intoxicating all at once.

ONE NIGHT STAND; ( male )

While Aiden considers himself pansexual, it’s not something that comes up often. Maybe it’s because while providing for his family he did some more...unsavory things that turned him off from his curiosity for a while. Again, not something he talks about, but here in Dayton, he’s living life as baggage free as possible. So no doubt he would have scouted someone out at least once. Just to get back on the horse, so to speak. We can figure out things from there, but yeah, pretty basic.

FUCK THAT GUY ( OR GIRL ); 

So this person embodies everything Aiden wished he could’ve hand growing up. Good loving family. An full education. Great job. And absolutely no real responsibility. And he HATES them. Just the mere mention of them pisses him off. Of course, he has no idea if the entitled prick has all those things going for them. They could be just as broken and shitty as he is. But Aiden doesn’t see it. They could be the sweetest person on earth / adore Aiden to death and he’s just-- he’s blinded by his own assumptions and yeah, it makes him act out of character on more than one occasion. Which you know should be fun to play.

[negasonicimagines]

Sexy Alphabet (350 Follower Special)

Since no one requested any letters, I decided I’d post the full list using the prompts by astral-writings & then if you want to request a letter for me to fufill using my own original alphabet, then you can submit a letter via the ask or messaging features. Anyways, here goes...

A is for Aftercare...What does she do and act like after sex?

Ellie enjoys taking care of you afterwards, considering it pretty much part of the act. She always cuddles you in whatever position you like, and enjoys praising you. She’ll do just about anything you ask if it’ll put a smile on your face.

B is for Bondage… Is she into BDSM? How far will she go if she has a green light?

Ellie loooooves to tie you up and have you at her mercy. She’s willing to experiment if it’s what you want, but isn’t overly rough and definitely isn’t into anything she deems “gross.”

C is for Cum… Pretty self explanatory.

She loves making you cum, and will do it as many times as you’ll let her. Ellie likes it when you get her off, but prioritizes you.

D is for Dom… Is she dominant, submissive, a switch?

Ellie is totally dominant and loves having control over you. She thinks you’re absolutely adorable when you’re submitting to her. Ellie might sub every now and then if she’s tired or for her partner’s sake, because she doesn’t hate it, but definitely prefers domming.

E is for Edgeplay… What riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.) is she into?

Ellie isn’t into anything super dangerous, but she’ll choke you if you ask (and realize just how much she likes it.) She’d definitely experiment with teasing you with a knife, but wouldn’t cut you with it. She wouldn’t be particularly into anything at first, mostly enjoying you enjoying yourself, but she’d quickly find herself into choking upon partaking in it for you. She’d like the feeling of control and the quiet little sounds that you’d make. She especially likes telling you that you’re not allowed to breathe until you cum.

F is for Fantasy… What’s a fantasy of hers?

She is super into the thought of overstimulating you, but isn’t sure how to bring it up.

G is for Got Caught… How would she react to being caught having sex?

Depending on who catches you two, she’d likely just do her best to hide your naked forms and tell whoever it is to fuck off. Might throw something at them if she thinks she can get away with it.

H is for Hot Spots… What’s a place that quickly turns her on upon being touched?

Ellie’s “hot spot” is her back, 100%. If it’s been a long, hard day, due to a mission, training, or just the stresses of life, and you offer her a massage, it’s leading to sex for sure. Touching her back is the only way you can get her to let you make her cum first, because it loosens her up to the point she’s truly willing to let you do whatever you want. It sends exciting tingles throughout her body, but it also relaxes her so much.

I is for Intimacy… How romantic is she before, during, and after sex?

Ellie is definitely caring, but she’s not usually over-the-top romantic unless it’s her birthday, yours, or a holiday like Valentine’s Day. She can super romantic if you or her has had a tough day. Basically, it’s just like your non-sexual interactions.

J is for Journey… What’s her ideal way of leading up to sex?

Ellie loooooves to prime you with wet kisses to your neck and chest, taking your clothes off but by bit. She can be a teaser, but sometimes prefers getting to the point. Loves foreplay either way.

K is for Kinks…  What are her kinks, typical and/or especially deviant?

DIRTY TALK. Also, Ellie quickly gets into choking if you are, and she also likes tying you up (as previously said.) She’s mostly into whatever gets you off as long as it isn’t too gross or taboo. Ellie would like being called Daddy for sure, but it’d fluster her quite a bit at first.

L is for Location… Where does she like to have sex at? Does she like risky locations?

Ellie doesn’t intend do have sex publicly, but she will definitely finger you in a movie theatre if she gets bored of whatever’s on the screen. Sometimes you take her to boring movies on purpose. (She knows this, no matter how sly you think you are.) She prefers privacy, but other than that doesn’t care about what furniture it’s done on, though a bed is easiest.

M is for Masturbation… How is she when she gets herself off? What does she enjoy?

If Ellie has any dirty pictures of you, that’s her go-to. She really likes to sext when you’re apart, whether it’s during the summer when she goes home to her family, or when one of you is on a mission for a while. Ellie can sext with a straight face, and will, just to see you blush or to help you get off when she doesn’t have the same level of privacy. Sometimes you’ll send her ridiculously dirty texts (or pictures, if you do that) to try and fluster her, but the most you’ve gotten out of her so far is a pleasantly surprised expression. She’s a pretty quiet masturbator, living in a house with lots of other people for most of the year; however, she will put on a show for you.

N is for NO… What are a few things that she will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do?

Ellie will NOT hit you, other than spanking. Definitely not into scat or piss, either.

O is for Ons… Turn-ons, to be exact. What are hers?

You. Just… You.

P is for Position...  What’s her favorite sexual position?

Depends on the act. When you finger Ellie, she likes for you to sit in between her legs so she can look at all of you while you do it. When you eat her out, it really just depends on her mood. Sometimes Ellie likes to ride your face & sometimes she prefers your head between her thighs and her hands in your hair, guiding you as well as praising you between moans. When she fingers you, she prefers to be in a sort of imitation of missionary, directly on top of you while she finger-fucks you.

Q is for Quickie... Does she like it? Does she prefer it over “actual” sex?

She definitely doesn’t prefer quickies, but if you two are horny and lacking time, she definitely doesn’t mind, either. It might even make her realize she’s sort of into clothed sex.

R is for Rough…  Is she rough in bed? If so, how rough?

Ellie likes being rough in a more conventional way (biting your neck, digging her nails into you, pulling your hair) and will progress a little further (spanking, choking) if you ask, but isn’t into anything hardcore. She doesn’t want to truly hurt you, ever.

S is for Stamina… How long she can go before she tap out?

Both of you being teenagers, you two can go on and on and on… But, eventually, one (or both) of you does get tired.

T is for Toys... Does she use toys? Does she own them? If so, what kind?

Ellie doesn’t really prefer being penetrated with a strap-on or other kinds of toys, but she definitely likes fucking you with them. She also likes to use vibrators, on you or her.

U is for Unfair… How much does she tease you, and how does she tease you?

When Ellie’s in the mood to tease you, she can do a variety of things. She loves to tease you by sending you dirty texts when you can’t do anything about it, or tracing her fingers up your inner thigh under a table, creeping up to where you need her most and then sliding back down, so slowly. She might even do both at the same time, all while chewing bubblegum and working on homework. Ellie teases you until she gets bored of it.

V is for Volume… How loud does she get when having sex? What are some things she might say?

Ellie swears often, groans a little more than she moans or whines. She enjoys your reaction to her saying your name enough to go out of her way to incorporate it into her moans when she isn’t sure what to say. She is loud and vocal as fuck when there’s the privacy to be, liking to boost your confidence and just let loose, but otherwise isn’t very loud.

W is for Wild Card… A random letter for Yukio!

D is for Dom! Yukio is a dominant-leaning switch, which leads to some complications in the sexual component of hers and Ellie’s relationship. They make it work, though. (This is one reason they’re excited to have the reader as a third.)

X is for X-Ray… How does she look with their clothes off?

Ellie usually wears a sports bra and boxers, sometimes will wear a girlier, sexier set (definitely black) to surprise and fluster you. 

Y is for Yearning... How often does she need to have sex?

Ellie doesn’t “need” sex, but she usually is pretty horny. She would never pressure you, though, and is perfectly content with getting off in the shower or whatever if you don’t feel like sex for any reason. You guys usually do at least something every night, though.

Z is for Zzz… How quickly does she fall asleep after having sex?

How quickly Ellie falls asleep after sex depends entirely on how many rounds there were. She’s typically a night owl and cuddles you to sleep, but will crash earlier than usual if you two’s actions have really taken it out of her.

[deanmiles13]

A SLICE OF WISDOM

A SLICE OF WISDOM

New York City!!! 

If I can make it  there, I can make it anywhere. 

I’ve learned that there are sayings like this for a reason. NYC is a whole different pace. 

It’s ON all the time. I mean anything you want/need is pretty much available anytime. 

I love the city and I especially love the people. 

There are generalizations of NYC types that go something like-Gruff, Rude, Mean, Short Tempered. 

You know, the Soup guy from that Seinfeld episode. 

But that is just TV and narrow minded opinions. Mostly from people who have NEVER been to NYC. Do you think that type of person/people could have dug out after 9/11? They are the most straight forward, to the point, no BS people I’ve ever encountered and that works just great for me. I have had strangers approach me on the sidewalks and start conversations with me in Manhattan. 

Just cool people… 

You could see a celebrity on the street or in a restaurant and it just plays out like normal life. Oh, yeah sure, they are on TV every week and you feel like you know them, but seeing them with a package of Charmin Toilet Paper, you realize, we all put our pants on the same in the morning.

So much history just oozes out of every block as well, which really puts things in perspective. Much like the Grand Canyon makes you feel small and it seems timeless standing there before it, when you are in the concrete canyons of Manhattan, you feel like this corner is where CBGB’s really IS.

Not in a book or picture you’ve seen a million times. Or the countless movies filmed there.

This IS the Village Vanguard, Electric Lady Land, Ellis Island, and yes the Twin Towers. 

I was in Tower 2 getting coffee at Starbucks and using the restroom just 5 days before that particular building came down. 

I was asking Transit Authority which way to the Staten Island Ferry. 

Fond memories of NY pre 9/11. Hard to explain.

Anyway, it was on this particular trip to NYC that I was in a deli and was given one of the most valuable life lessons ever. At least for me…

Trying to get in out of the rain, I ducked into a random deli to get dry and get a bite. As I approached the counter, I see the menu board above it and it has all the sandwiches, ingredients etc. I’m contemplating my choices and was readying myself to order, but sorta hemming and hawing. 

I was seeing what the sandwiches came with, and was working backwards from that. 

“I’ll have a turkey on wheat, but NO mayo, NO tomatoes, NO….” and he stops me right there.

“Why don’t you tell me what you DO want, and not what you DON’T want?!?!”

This hit me like a freight train between my two ears!

Now, some people may take that at face value and with the tone he had, get really pissed or upset. But being in NYC, you just kinda fall in line, and follow orders.

“I’ll have a turkey sandwich with wheat bread, mustard, lettuce and sprouts. Thank you…”

“$5.50 please.”

That’s just how it works there and should in general. 

No time to mess around and decipher what it is you are getting at. Just let me know. 

That’s why people take it the wrong way, as short, or gruff. I take it as a no bullshit attitude, that is gonna be solid day in/day out. 

If we all lived as close to each other as New Yorkers do, we would be a little more understanding of each other, I think. 

But most of America is sequestered in their own homes with their STUFF, their yard, and their cars. 

The City is small and compact and you only have what you absolutely need. 

Groceries for the next couple days at the most, sometimes. 

No freezer with the whole seasons’ worth of meat. 

I mean there were apartment up until recently and probably still today where the bath tub is in the living room. NOT a framed out bathroom of even an enclosed outhouse. We’re talking Little House on the Prairie stuff.

After I got my sandwich, I just kind of shuffled to a table and opened my bag of chips.

I was really reeling from that little interaction at the counter. 

TELL ME WHAT YOU DO WANT…. 

Most people never ever do this. They feel they will hurt someones feelings or perhaps approach an uncomfortable situation. That’s how most will live their lives. 

Never uncomfortable. 

Try getting on a subway after the MTA threatened a strike the whole weekend before a Monday commute. Tight and VERY uncomfortable.

TELL ME WHAT YOU DO WANT

“I want you to be a nicer person!”

NOT WHAT YOU DON’T WANT…. 

“Don’t be such an asshole!”

This is what we all do. 

“I don’t like this, I don’t like that. I don’t want you do go out tonight.” as an example.

Well then what DO you want me to do? Want me to stay home with you? Believe me someone would rather hear “It sure would be cool if you stayed home tonight and we could do something together.”

THAN…. “I don’t want you to go out tonight!” (This isn’t me by the way:)

The positive movement forward in that conversation is what is key here. 

Removing the obstacles, hurdles and uncertainty.

Cutting the crap and getting to the point. 

All of the life situations this could be applied to, were mind boggling.

This was all swirling in my head as I ate my sandwich and just felt like a huge weight had been lifted. 

I mean, it was an intense couple of minutes. it seemed like total clarity had been bestowed.

This was my new mantra. I would apply it to all my aspects of life. 

I’ve always been a “straight shooter” but this was a whole ‘nuther level. 

This deli guy had no idea that he dropped some serious knowledge on me,

I’m a simple dude and have been on my own since the age of 15. 

I lived pretty close to the street, but was smart enough to know it was a hard way of living. 

I had to have some of the nicer things and a little more consistency in my life. 

I have always worked growing up. ALWAYS… 

I may have quit High School as a Jr. but it was only because I was a bus boy at an Italian restaurant at night. Then I actually was working afternoons AFTER school in a huge industrial laundry factory across the street for school. My work career was off and running. One crap job to another. 

Anyway, this New York trip found me returning home Sept.8th.

I remember on the plane trip home, I was listening to some music and this gentleman across the aisle said that the motion of me tapping plus the soft sound was bothering him.   

I was slightly offended from his tone, his attitude and particularly his face. 

He explained he had “work to do”.

 There were multiple ways for him to approach this matter, but he chose the worst one.

I put my cd player away and just watched him work. I’m “passive aggressive” that way. 

I should have applied some of my new found wisdom and told him: 

“I want you to not treat this glorified Greyhound Bus ride like it was your own personal time alone to do work and don’t treat 36C as YOUR OWN office space when we are 3 aisles away from the crapper. YOU DICK!!!” 

But I didn’t…

As the planes crashed into the buildings and our lives forever changed the way we fly, 

I reflected back on this dude and his petty request.

I hope he reflected back on his arrogance with me and my “tapping” that bothered him.

You got a whole new mess of problems with flying these days, huh buddy?``` 

Why don’t you tell me what you DO want. Not what you DON’T want!

[celebritytgcaptions]

Requests (12/5/17)

Hi lovelies! These are all the requests I’ve received in the past week or so! Thanks! And don't forget you can now submit your own celebrity tg captions! :D

@madisonbaylor said:

Can you do a caption where a guy named Joseph gets turned into Serena Williams after losing a tennis game?

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Can you do a game that focuses on Basic Bitches? You could piss off a witch that you called basic, and you have to choose from basic things like uggs, leggings, pumpkin spice lattes and stuff like that to see what kind of basic you become.

I have thought of this game before, but the thing is if you’re a basic bitch you’re a basic bitch. It’s hard for me to think of variants on it, for the results to be different enough to work in a game. I’ll keep working on it though.

Anonymous said:

Can you do another one with Alexa Bliss? Specifically something about her butt?

Like, totally!

Anonymous said:

Can you do something with Jemma Wolf? She's amazing. Maybe something where she beats the viewer at basketball and has to be feminized... Idk

I don’t really know when Jemma Wolf is. Sorry, hon. :(

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption with Natalie Alyn Lind (from the gifted) please

I had to look it up to make sure, but Natalie Alyn Lind IS 18 so yea, I can do this! :)

Anonymous said:

I would love to see a follow up caption on the recent mean girls one of what he became! thanks!

I’ll see what I can do, sweetie. ;)

Anonymous said:

I saw that you said you love to do basic botch captions, so can you do one where a dude makes fun of a group of girls he calls basic for all dressing the same, so they feminize and hypnotize him into being just like them, except to make him more unique and special they make him the only one of them that likes anal! There's a lot of pics floating around of Jenifer Lopez in yoga pants. If you could use one of those, it'd be great!

Sure thing. ;)

Anonymous said:

Can you make one using Brie Larson in Scott Pilgrim Vs the World where a guy is in a band, and his rival band tries to bimbofy him but it backfires and just gets his band a bigger following?

Yas! LUV Brie Larson in that movie! :D :D

Anonymous said:

can you make a caption with britney spears using an image of the scream and shout video?

Yep. :)

Anonymous said:

Hiya, absolutely love your captions and was hoping you could do some with Tessa Thompson and Aubrey plaza :)

Will do. :)

Anonymous said:

I don’t know how well it would work and u probably have an idea for and xmas game but what about basing it about what present you chose could be either the colour of wrapping or the size/shape of it. Idk how well it would work but it’s an idea

I actual did a game like this last year. You can find it here! Hope you like it. :)

@stoat-hypercube​ said:

Just out of the blue, how about a caption with Fran Drescher? ^.^

Okay. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you make a choose your destiny game where you make a bet with a witch? She kidnapped the player's girlfriend and to rescue her you have to pull a card from her hand (maybe you could make them tarot instead of regular cards, obviously not all cards, I believe that 6 is enough). Depending of the card, you get to be a different girl and serve the witch (as slave, pet, fellow witch, lover, etc), one of them makes you rescue your girfriend but she now is different and enslves you

Anonymous said:

Do you know that part of the Iliad, before the Trojan War, where three goddesses where arguing about who was the fairest, and then they took a mortal to choose,? And then, each one of them offered different treasures, trying to buy his favor. Well, what if you make a game like this?

I like both these game ideas! I will say I am doing exclusively holiday games in December though, so if January comes around and you want to remind me of any game requests you’ve made go for it! (And that goes for anyone making game requests right now too. Thanks lovelies! :))

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption with Elodie Yung.

Totes!

Anonymous said:

Please do more Natalia Dyer captions. I loved your first one!

Thanks hon! And yep, I can do more with her. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do Kaitlin Olson?

Yep! :)

Anonymous said:

I noticed you haven't done any with Mary Elizabeth Ellis yet. Or Juno Temple either. I'd love if you could do captions with either of them. Also, I noticed you have one with Jillian Bell, but she's barely in it and that's the only one with her on the site. I'd love to see her too if you could.

I can do one for all of these ladies! :)

Anonymous said:

How about a caption with Melanie Martinez?

I literally had to come back in and edit this post before it went up because this morning news broke that Melanie Martinez’s former best friend accused her of sexual assault and her response is problematic to say the least. So for the time being, there will be a hiatus on Melanie Martinez captions.

Anonymous said:

Whatever happened to that sequel to the neon room that you said you were working on months ago?

I still haven’t found the right way to do it. The Neon Room is like one of my most popular posts EVER so I don’t want to give you guys a lazy sequel, I wanna do it right you know?

Anonymous said:

Christmas cap of James getting turned into Victoria Justice (can you make his name Maria at the end of the cap?)

Yes to all! :)

@addicted-to-tg said:

Do you think you could maybe possibly do a werewoman caption where the subject transforms into Meghan Trainor? Thanks! :)

Sure thing. ;)

Anonymous said:

Can you make one with Krysten Ritter, where a guy named Carter finds his girlfriends best friend super annoying, and is enemies with her boyfriend. Then one day wakes up trapped in her body?

Ooooo, I like it! Totes! :D

Anonymous said:

Hey... I was going back and reading some of your older captions... I really liked the two you did with Deborah Ann Woll... and I was wondering if you could make a third one where he accidentally over sleeps on the very last day of the year, and is stuck

I like it! I almost want to wait until a year after the original caption though (which was posted in July) but that’s kind of a long wait. I think I’ll do it sooner than that. :)

@hibyehellojsmd said:

Please do more with Arians grande and a choose your destiny Christmas

I’m going to be posting only Christmas/holiday games this month so no worries there! :) I’ll totally do more with Ariana though too. :)

Anonymous said:

Hello! Could you do a caption of me being transformed into Alicia Silverstone's character from Clueless? My name is Rene. It would be great if I were a nerdy guy being transformed into this ditzy Valley Girl. Thanks!

Sure thing!

[wisenedup]

// *leans over* d'you think joel didn't tell bill about tess for his own sake, for bill's, for both of them, or for some other reason? *chinhands*

ok so likeneither bill nor joel handle loss well. we haven’t even really seen joel properly mourn at this point, especially over tess or even really over sarah. he breaks down crying when sarah dies, sure, but from that point on its like she never existed.when ellie brings up tess’ death- right after they shut the doors on her, outside the subway, etc, joel is real quick to shut her down. he absolutely does not address it- you don’t bring up tess, ever. lets keep our histories to ourselves.‘so what kinda trouble u in? where the hells tess?’‘j-just a job- simple drop off-’he doesn’t acknowledge the question about tess at all, his voice kind of shakes, he tries to turn focus off that second question entirelya few minutes later, ‘so, you didnt answer my question about tess- thought you two were insperable’he awkwardly goes ‘shes busy’bills not buying it- ‘sounds like trouble in paradise,’ kind of laughing, the thought not even occurring to him that of all people something has happened to TESS joel, not looking at him, just mumbles about ‘yeah, somethin like that’‘how the hells tess ok with this suicide mission’‘it was actually her idea’‘really??’his back is to Bill for the whole exchange, he just gives a couple small, quiet nods of confirmation. bill is bewildered, disbelieving.‘well, broads not as smart as i thought she was’joel looks away, grimaces, shifts his weight- he’s uncomfortable, he thought the same damn thing of her, and she died for it‘but… fuck her’bills movements are clipped as he messes with the shot guns. joel turns towards him, sits on the table with his back to him again.bill starts telling him a a story- had someone i cared about. joel turns towards him, listening, silently asking to hear more.caring about someone almost got bill killed, so he wisened the fuck up and shut everyone out‘it aint like that, bill’‘bullshit, its exactly like that’bill notices ellie screwing around with his shit, tells her to dont touch, turns back to the conversation with his temper up‘you keep caring and its gonna blow up in your face!’‘bill!’ joel stands, distances himself from bill, takes a deep breath and, sounding kind of defeated, asks if they can just get on with it.‘here! lets get on with it’ bill mocks, pissed off now.joel sighs, turns away.‘what the hell is plan b??’‘you oughta be thankful youre still drawin breath!!! that was plan a, b, c, all the way to fuckin’ z- and furthermore, tell tess-’ joel turns towards him, raises his voice, points angrily ‘-she can take this job and she-’‘dont you bring tess into this!!’‘- she can shove it right up-’‘this has nothin to do wi-!’Bill’s face falls, his hand falls, as he notices something over joel’s shoulder- joel spins, sees a body hanging there.

‘jesus-’ joel turns. bill hasnt moved, hasnt said anything. joel looks back, gestures at the body. ‘you know this guy or something?’ he still sounds hostile- almost bitter? disgusted?‘… frank.’joel practically scoffs- he shrugs angrily, practically rolls his eyes, turns back to bill. ‘who the hell is frank?’bills eyes slide over to joel. his face has hardened. his anger over almost getting killed has evaporated. quietly, his voice ragged, he just says ‘he was my partner’. was. the partner i told you about, the person i cared about, almost got killed over, the partner i implied that i abandoned. joel doesnt move for a few seconds, turns towards frank’s body, eyes huge. realization washes over him. he sighs. his expression falls, he looks down, closes his eyes.

he glances over at Bill as he moves, his own anger gone, he just looks painful, sympathetic.bill cuts him down, stares at him, starts assessing his condition. in the reflection on the window, you can see joel look away- he rubs his neck, shifts. he moves closerthe pain on his face upsets me almost as much as the mourning on bill’s face. he listens, silent.‘he’s got bites, here… and…’joel closes his eyes again, looks away- tess had bites, too. bills voice fails and, quietly, joel speaks up. his voice is soft, almost respectful. he knows what bill is going through, what frank went through.‘i reckon he didn’t wanna turn, so….’‘guess not.’ bill glances over his shoulder, realizes joel is watching him. caught, joel’s eyes flick away.joel finds frank’s letter- a suicide note in all but name. these are frank’s last words. joel heard tess’- what does he have to offer bill except for this? does he really have a right to keep it to himself?‘i, uh… found this- figured you should have it.’the mood of the group is muted when they get back to town. bills back to his pessimistic wise cracking, but it feels different- his tone isn’t as light. he sounds tired.when joel follows him from the truck- and i may be projecting here- he looks sad as he watches bills back. he knows that bill is alone now. he’s shut himself off to the world- his partner is dead. joel knows tess is dead. joel joked that he and ellie would be dead in a few days’ time and, even if they’re not- the truck is there for a reason, they have to go to the other side of the country. theres no one left in bills life; hes truly alone now. he awkwardly offers his condolences about frank- that’s a tough deal, bill.ok so. first off, Bill is the one to bring up Tess every time she’s mentioned. where is she? why has she broken pattern and left you on your own? bill’s familiar with her. he knows her well enough to recognize behavior that’s out of character. between that, and repeatedly bringing her up- it’s not a far stretch to say he cares about her to some extent. he definitely cares about joel- all his generosity, the risks he takes for joel, etc.now, the purpose of bills town- i think even by druckmann’s own words- is to help joel deal with tess’s death. joel’s whole shtick is shutting himself off to his losses- he doesn’t even really acknowledge sarah until ellie hands him the photo. in bill, joel can see what’s gonna happen if he carries on like he has been, shutting people out.acknowledging tess’ death would mean, addressing it, accepting it. joel wont do that. he can’t do that. i dont think tess is brought up again until the end of the game when ellie mentions everyone who’s died?so i think that it’s mostly- especially in the minds of the devs- for Joel’s sake that he doesn’t tell bill that tess is dead(as was mentioned, joel is as bad at accepting loss as Bill is, if not worse, and he never even lets ellie address it) but you could make an argument that he did it for bill’s sake too- he knows the guy, and saw how frank’s leaving closed him off to the world, and directly witnessed what happened when bill found his body. i dont think hed have the heart to inform bill that tess is dead.

[akaanonymouth]

Things I’m Working On...

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever…

I’ve not been tagged, but I was making a list of things I’m writing because I’m driving myself insane opening 43 docs and forgetting what idea/ story/ whatever goes where and then spending more time reading and cutting things than actually writing so…. what better place to make a note! (It may be a loooong note! I mean, like, I’m talking through my ideas here because nothing’s actually finished, so feel free to wither jump in and provide input, or just keep scrolling now!) Berena

Berena and the Fletchlings: As you may know, one little “Berena dancing in the kitchen” idea escalated into a 7,000odd word fluff fest involving the Fletchlings, then Berena took them all swimming, and now my brain seems to insist on inserting some Fletchling interaction at almost every opportunity, so I named it a series, and since I named it a series, I haven’t managed to finish a single idea, haha!  But, here’s what I got in the pipeline: (Actually I will put this under a cut to save people’s dashes, because I have a lot of ideas to work through and I’ve apparently lost a verbal filter alongside gaining a mental health issue, who knew! Sorry! Anyhoo:

-Evie’s Birthday:  She wants to attend a festival. Fletch is dead set against it, Evie’s obviously having a meltdown, so is Fletch, Serena steps in. Decides to throw a mini fest in her house/ garden, and gets most Holby staff involved. Bernie convinces Charlotte to come, because Charlotte can play guitar and sing, and Elinor is also persuaded, because she can sing and play piano and Serena’s set up a gazebo like a stage, but there’s also a piano in the living room, and it turns out Bernie can also play the piano because have you seen her hands?! Anyway, they have mad fun all day, Ric and Sacha do an ‘oldie’ set, etc etc. I’ll stop there with all the details otherwise no one will want to read it when it finally gets done properly! But it’ll include Bernie and Serena dancing, to new and old songs, and Ellie is all like “eww” but Evie’s all moon-eyes and explains what she sees to Ellie, and Charlotte is persuaded by Cam to play an acoustic version of his favourite song and…. basically a lot of Bernie and Serena  eye sex, slow dancing in bubbles they create for themselves, and Evie just being crazy about her OTP. I haven’t decided yet if Berena are established, or whether it should be another sort of “intervention/ dawning realisation” type thing, so if anyone wants to add their thoughts, or message me for more details, PLEASE feel free to! 

- Bra shopping: I was going to keep the “fletchlings” series relatively angst-free, but this one, canon-compliant with Elinor’s death, is bugging me. Serena promises to take Evie bra shopping; does take Evie bra shopping on the following Saturday. Bernie goes with them. It’s Mother’s Day the next day, and they see shops full of Mother’s Day paraphernalia etc. They have a lovely time shopping but towards the end, melancholy/ anger/ grief sets in, so Bernie does little things to keep them in the here and now, not really knowing what else to do. When they’re heading home, they detour through the park, and come across Mikey in an altercation with a few other older boys. They’re picking on him, and Bernie steps in (BMAM!) and they start to take the piss, but she sends them off, then Mikey turns his anger onto her, and she encourages him (a bit like the speech she gave Serena in the toilets) and he fights her; breaks down; they head back to Serena’s. There’s silent cuddles, angst, but loving. Etc and all that. 

- The as-yet-wholly-unformed-idea whereupon Evie still wants to move in with Serena, is in love with Berena, as in, the actual ship, as well as them as individuals, and loves spending time with them. She’s made aware that maybe she is intruding, so she tries not to encroach so much, but Bernie messages her asking if she wants to go to the cinema one night, and she just… Yeah, The One Where Evie is the Berena Fandom Incarnate (and gets to bask in their presence for weekends at a time). May tie this in with the drabble I wrote about Evie giving Serena a friendship bracelet after Elinor died, with green for Bernie weaved through it, then she does the same for Bernie.

If anyone has any Berena + Fletchlings ideas they’d like to see written, pop me a line, and I’ll try my best :)

Untitled WIP:

1) Comedy of sorts. Half the hospital staff are sick to the back teeth of Serena and Bernie tiptoeing around each other, because please, as much as they both liked to preach from their pedestals that they were only being professional and didn’t want the hospital, the trauma unit, AAU, the patients, the bloody agency nurse who turned up now and again to suffer, suffer they were. Especially those that kept stumbling into the middle of serious eye fucking sessions and half-finished sentences. It had to stop.  In which Zosia’s taken it upon herself to be Bernie’s fairy godmother (and if she gets a good few snogs out of Jac along the way, all the better), and the staff come up with, frankly, ludicrous ways to get B&S together, even employing Mrs. B as a seductress. Why no one just talked to Jason, I don’t know…

2) If Holby writers can steal Doctors on The Roof from ER, then I can steal Stinky the dog from it, and give him a storyline with Serena and Bernie. (Or, The One where Serena gains a dog and a Wolfe). Kerry Weaver ended up taking home a dog called Stinky from a tramp that died, and I’ve apparently based a whole story on that idea. Also I love Kerry Weaver.)

3) In which Serena loses the point of Texas Hold ‘Em because she’s too busy wondering what Texas holds, exactly? Bernie tells her to add it to her Google list….. And I’ve lost the plot a bit with this one, but Im sure it’ll come back (or it is already here, trapped in the wrong document!)

3) Smut fic. Pure smut. There is nothing but smut. I mean, at a push, it could be described as character exploration through sexual situations, character development via sex…. basically I’m just writing a multi-chap fic about Serena and Bernie having sex in the here-and-now, and harking back to various ‘first-time’s’ as it comes up in their conversation.  (Can I work “fight on your feet or die on your knees” into this? I think I can. I can see Serena saying this.) 4) Smut fic. Yes, like the above. But, I found I was thinking about their lives post-Elinor death, and what impacts that would have. This is a bit darker. Not harrowing, and with as happy ending as anyone could have with a dead child, but still, dark enough to warrant being a separate story.

5) The obligatory stuck-in-a-lift-fic that I have never written for any of my OTPs before, so feel it’s beyond time that I give it a go. Mingling it with the “sweaty, vigorous passion” episode, substituting Raf for Bernie :) 

6) Angst. In which Bernie uses Jason to determine Serena’s mental state, because whatever is happening, Serena does not lie to Jason.  Wrote the idea for this when Elinor first died, so I don’t know if I’ll finish. Just a one-shot, to try to explain to myself where their relationship was, where Bernie’s level of concern was at, at the time.

7) After a whole day of being majorly, ridiculously excited about the post, I am writing a perfume-based story haha!

8) I’m not technically working on this one, because I don’t watch Dr Who religiously, and I’m not a massive, massive fan, but I couldn’t get rid of this thought: Serena is all bitter and sad, and Kate Stewart turns up like “Somewhere in your memory is a woman called Bernie Wolfe….” In order to be happy and save herself (and Holby or the world, if that’s your bag) Serena must remember Bernie, must remember her timeline for her actual reality to realign again, because Bernie is Serena’s soulmate, but not only that, Bernie and Serena’s relationship has a direct impact on Kate’s lineage (or something, it’s all about the timey-wimey shit that I haven’t figured out) and so Serena absolutely has to remember that Bernie was wiped from her memory, because it’s the only thing that’ll bring her back.  I’m probably never going to even attempt to start this one, but I would read the shit out of it if anyone could do it?!

9) I nearly forgot about this one!  Actresses AU. Whereupon Serena and Bernie, and the rest of the cast, are the actors in a medical drama. Serena and Bernie’s story remains theirs, but there are eerie similarities between them and their character storylines. Bernie remains married for much longer, her character is written out of the show they play in for an indefinite amount of time because she does a moonlight flit, etc. Angst, slow burn. Not entirely sure how this will play out; it’s one I think I’d like to finish completely before posting.

Aaaand I’ll end there. Maybe I’ll do a separate post for the HP, DWP and ER fics that I’ve either temporarily (does 7 years count as temporary?!) abandoned,  completely lost, or thought so much about that I think they already exist and am horrifically surprised when they do not (hello, me Voyager fics, too, haha!)

Not tagging anyone, but I’m always grateful to read what other people are up to! God bless anyone that’s made it this far!

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11/6/18

I want to pick up on yesterdays ‘to be continued’ and finish filling you in on the ‘major breakthrough’, but first, quick catch up. I couldn’t finish telling you about it yesterday because I’d been cooped up (locked in the bathroom, sat on the floor, leaning against the shower door, crying etc) for a long time and thought I ought to go downstairs and be with Dad. When I came down Amrit and Manjeet were there, sitting outside with Dad and Uncle Johnny and Tony and Angie on the patio. They had olives and salami and tapasy things out and people were chuckling and talking about Brexit (Manjeet’s in the cabinet office now – friends in high. Really should enquire about experience). It was strange because it felt like everything was back to normal and I kept catching myself looking around the table and wondering where Mum was or which seat Mum would sit in. Strange. Anyway Anne-Marie and Harriet and Chrissy came round (intrigue – really must find out how the marriage broke up) and then Max arrived, and it all started to feel nice. The tone was not happy necessarily but somehow celebratory – maybe it was something to do with everyone keep banging on about how Mum had lived her life exactly how she wanted to and really had had the best life she ever could have, which gets truer the more I think about it. She never went without, she never knew great pain, she never had to come to terms with significant loss (Larry keeps saying how, because Grandma and Grandad were so estranged from their families, they’ve never been through death and funerals before). She travelled widely, she lived well, anything she wanted she got and she never had to kill herself working for it, but rather kept busy with a job that she loved. People mention such facts with the tossed around label ‘small mercies’, but really they’re very big. At the end of the day, everyone has a limited time on the planet, and the only consolation we get for it isn’t a decade or two tacked on at the end, but the quality of the time you’ve had. For how much better it makes me feel, I reckon that’s a pretty big mercy.

Another small mercy that’s actually pretty fucking girthy – Chrissy parroted month younger me when he said about how the whole thing feels unjust and unfair and why me. Dad answered for me, saying that you get over that, because really it’s a nonsensical way of looking at things. There are babies, children who haven’t even learnt to walk yet who get diagnosed with the very same thing. Against eighteen months Mum’s fifty five years look pretty bloody kushty. And it’s not just that. There are people who lose their whole village in wars or get born into abusive families. What about that bitch that got chained up in the basement and raped by her Dad for twenty years? Where’s the justice in that? Fact is we live in an unfair world and you’ll go mad trying to right all the wrongs in it so all you can do is try and stick a big fuck you up to the whole lot of it by being very very happy.

I know it sounds like I’m really really okay with everything and even happy about some things, and I suppose that in a sense I am because in a way, there’s a great sense of relief, that now the suffering is over and were on the upwards slope. We’ve got past the halfway nadir and now its back on the up – bizarrely, things are looking up. That’s not to say I’m not devastated and I don’t miss Mum every minute of the day and that whenever the doorbell rings I don’t have a moment of wild hope that she’ll come shuffling through the door. But what it is is that I’ve gotten used to being devastated, and I can’t really remember what it feels like not having a hole in your heart. Maybe that’s just growing up – learning to live with pain is symptomatic of living itself. Life is a disease an incurable disease of which pain is a primary symptom (others include happiness, joy – expand the metaphor).

Anyway. Yesterday panned out pretty much as expected. Had a mish mash buffet for dinner. Made pesto to have pesto pasta then didn’t fancy it so jarred it and fridged it (even better the morning after – will have tonight). Did some shooting with Max and Harriet. Watched Love Island then, when everyone except me and Dad and Ellie had trickled away watched the end of Pulp Fiction. Front room felt empty without Mum. Anyway, was suddenly knackered and kept falling asleep – what is it about that final scene of Pulp that I can never seem to make it through without falling sleep? Still don’t know really understand what happens with Tim Roth.

Went to bed. Dad came woke me up in the morning coming in for a hug. One thing I will say – I was very worried things would be difficult and awkward between us and Dad, but I’ve been happily surprised. Yes, it’s a little awkward because we’re all having to adjust and he’s heartbroken and we’re all very sad – but I think we’ll be okay. We’ve been speaking very freely, and I keep going over and hugging him or holding his hand – not just to make a point, I’m glad to say, but because when I see him looking heartbroken across the table my whole being yearns to cuddle up. He’s the only parent I’ve got left.

I started writing this entry this morning when Janet and Chris, and then a little later Sarah, we’re around and Dad was out arranging the funeral. Made awkward chat with Chris and Janet, then, to my pleasant surprise, had a very enjoyable and ‘free-flowing’ chat with Sarah when she came over (look here, her daughter is closer to my age than she is yet she clearly views me as her equal as opposed to Paris’s – symptomatic of our biological relationship ‘cousins’?). Chatted about driving instructors and stuff, then Dad came back with Uncle Tony and John and Johnny and we all sat outside and sorted through lists of people to come and stuff. Its odd but I take a strange joy in funerals. I thoroughly enjoyed Nanny and Grandad’s (apart from that horrid bit with Dad crying), was thrilled by Aunt Lizzie’s and rather excited for Auntie Mary’s. I thought it would be different this time and that I would absolutely fucking hate it – my position for much of the past few months has actually been that I would ask to be excused from the whole thing. And while there’s still a lot of apprehension, it was nice planning it today – made me feel like we had a purpose, maybe like there was a reason for the whole thing. My mood towards the funeral in general has shifted since yesterday, and I’m now viewing it exclusively as a celebration of Mum rather than a lament. After all, why must death be a sorrowful occasion? Why must we mourn loss? Isn’t life’s ephemeral nature what makes it so beautiful after all? I don’t know. Maybe I can only say all these things coming from a perspective of having already been in mourning for a month – or, more terrifyingly, from still being in shock and unable to process the death. Maybe I just like feeling like part of a big family, and feeling like everyone is around to look after us – maybe I just like seeing how much better Uncle Johnny is doing these days (really, really – glowing, I have to say. An act put on for our benefit?). Or perhaps (more cynical) I just can’t wait to be the attention, to see all my friends, to get pissed and finally be the punter rather than the waiter, to sit outside and bask in an open bar. Who knows. Even if it does seem a bit irreverent, I think Mum would rather I enjoyed it than dreaded it.

Anyway that turned into a fucking long recap but it does cover the whole of today/ yesterday afternoon so.

But back to the breakthrough:

I think it may be partially responsible for the good relationship with Smarl we’ve enjoyed over the past 24 hrs. Truth is that the next thing I found in Mum’s manila memories envelope told me more about him that anyone else. They were three letters to Mum from Dad, which he scrawled on hotel stationary in the early 90s. So the first thing that struck me about them was that Mum and Dad’s relationship as presented in these private, pre-parenthood letters was exactly the same as the relationship I’ve known them to have my whole life. The jokes were the same (Toady, ‘A Toad Abroad’) – the bloody syntax and lexicon were the same. I don’t know, I feel like all children suspect their parents are putting on a show for them, and that really there’s something strange that they never see. Of course, the suspicion tends that this hidden je ne sais quas is of a *sexual* nature, and I was steeled for mention of this as I tiptoed through the letters. And, of course, it did rear its head when halfway through one letter, which takes the form of a lodged complaint about Mum not spending time with Dad even though he took the morning off work to be with her, he mentions a lack of ‘The Naughties’. I paused there. So that’s what they called it. I suppose every couple has a codeword – Charlie and I have ‘sexy time’, don’t we. Not going to lie, it felt pretty perverted prying on my parents sex life like that. Anyway, I was grateful to Dad for encoding the thing because it made me feel comfortable enough to read on. Cue the phrase that’s still kind of doing my head in because it’s so achingly beautiful and beyond anything I thought my parents were capable off, especially my mid twenties father. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a hell of a lot of affection in the letters – Dad is clearly smitten, he talks about keeping a photo of Mum with him on his travels and about always wanting to be with her and talk to her and missing her constantly and I mean ffs no boy has ever written me a bloody letter despite my constant requests so he obviously had it bad. But the tone of the relationship was banterous, friendly – again, don’t get me wrong, in a good way. In places Dad is just downright hilarious – one of the letters is addressed as being from ‘Paul Murphy, International Businessman, The World’. They sound like relationship goals tbf – jokes guy, beautiful woman he’s head over heals with, comfortable friendly rapport (at one point he calls for more naughties with the parenthesised ‘Better effort next time Boyce!’). But while there’s clearly an incredible amount of love and affection, there isn’t a lot of room besides all this for morbid sexual passion. They aren’t thrusting hips and craving lips etc (thank god). Except for this one place, this one line, which stands out like, idk, like a graveyard in a flowerbed, like a bullet in a plate of pee, like a human heart in pile of heart shaped pillows. Dad writes how much he’s been missing Mum, and how it’s tough for him to have not seen her for five weeks because ‘every time I see you I want to jump on your bones’. ‘Jump on your bones’. God, I fucking wish I’d come up with that. I had to reread it twice over to make sure I had it right but there’s no mistake, that’s what it says, the handwriting is clear. What is that, a quote. What does that even mean? Jump on your bones… God, what an expression of absolute longing for another person.

The sexual references did get more explicit. On the page after the bones Dad writes ‘have a nice time on holiday, bring me back some porn films’ which I actually laughed at but which was also something of a ‘caution: danger ahead sign’, because at the bottom of the page was a drawing of a dick with an arrow and caption of something like ‘he needs attention’- but I slammed the thing shut before I could read more. No one needs to know their parents that well.

So yeah. That was revealing. I think the main thing I got from it was, like I said, an insight into Dad rather than Mum, and an insight into just how much she meant to him. This was more than just the love of his life – it was one of the greatest loves of any life. He’s a generous and caring person with an excellent capacity for loving other people, but what she brought out in him was special even for that. That relationship, those early days of dreaming and just wanting to be together all the time. He must be fucking dying. I wish there was more I could do. My first thought was to return those letters to the drawer so that he could find them and have them, but now I’m not sure. I’m afraid they’ll make him really sad. Don’t know if it’s my decision to make. Need to talk to someone. Don’t fancy talking to Charlie about it – if I’m honest, the whole situation has made me rather cool towards him. There I was thinking we had something akin to Mum and Dad. I don’t think it’s even half of that. And honestly, I don’t think it’s me, I think it’s him. Maybe I’m just being harsh, maybe he’s just not as good as Dad at expressing his emotions. Even so. I think it’s my right to be picky, having something like that to hold boys up against – the bar is very high. Touche Paulie – the bar is very very high.

This morning before anyone arrived Dad, Ellie and I sat out on the patio and had our respective breakfasts in the sun. Felt strange again. Empty chair staring at me across the table. What it felt like exactly was the end scene of a film, which has been cut to suddenly after some great dramatic fight. And what you see in the scene is three characters that you knew were safe talking around a table, but really you’re just sitting on the edge of your seat waiting to see if the person who was badly injured in the fight made it out alive. And all the characters except this one person are just sitting around, and you can see them all but you don’t care you’re just waiting and waiting, and they drag it out right up until the final frame of the film when at last you get to let out that sigh of relief and leave the cinema on a high – they made it! Except, obviously, without getting morose, this isn’t one of those films this one ends poignant and sad and you don’t leave on a hip hop high you leave on a slow mow low.