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ddagent · 1 year

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“Silk and Lace”

John/Delenn | Alien Roommate AU | FR12 | 2,008 words Delenn keeps borrowing John's clothes. So he takes his new roommate shopping. Part of the Alien Roommate verse.

For @stardustinthesky, who is equally obsessed with Delenn wearing John's clothes.

So, I've started making some John/Delenn AU gifsets and, after I watched Tron, I fell in love with scientist John bringing his work home with him. You can see the gifsets here and here.

I'm open for prompts of this verse; feel free to prompt me at my tumblr. Happy reading!

“I think we need to buy you some clothes.”

Delenn glanced up from the novel she was reading – one of many stacked by the armchair in the corner – as a line formed across her brow. “Clothes?” She plucked at the shirt – his shirt – that she wore. “Is this not sufficient?”

Sufficient enough to keep me occupied with cold showers for the next month. John had come home from the observatory to find his alien roommate swathed in his clothes. A royal blue button-down draped over Delenn’s slight frame; the sleeves rolled back over her forearms, revealing the cerulean swirls that decorated her porcelain skin. Her legs were bare; beautiful, shapely legs that curled beneath her. Delenn was wearing his underwear – boxer briefs that he would never be able to wear again without thinking of her. No socks. Just a beautiful alien woman wearing his things.

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“It is—” John rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to linger on the curve of Delenn’s breasts under his shirt; the open collar revealing her décolletage. “—it’s more that, if you’re staying on Earth, you really should have your own things. We can go shopping this weekend, if you like.”

“Would that–would that be acceptable?”

John considered the logistics of taking his half-alien roommate-slash-fugitive out in Seattle to shop. Bester had long-since moved his attentions to the east coast; an extra-large baseball cap or a beanie hat should cover her bone crest. Thank God for the Seattle weather. “It’ll be fine. We’ll be together; we won’t be out for very long. Just need to get the essentials.”

So they made a plan for Saturday. Delenn was, again, dressed in borrowed clothes to venture outside the confines of his apartment. He’d donated a pair of jeans that were a little too snug; a different button down, one that he wore often for work (only thing that was clean; not so he could think about her at work, fantasise about smelling her scent on his clothes). A University of Washington sweatshirt and a Mariners beanie completed the ensemble. Delenn looked far too cute, drowning in his clothes. Cute enough to kiss.

“We should go,” John blurted as the thought – not for the first time – crossed his mind. He brushed past Delenn to open the front door. “We don’t want to run into too many people.”

Delenn nodded. “Of course.” She pulled the beanie hat over her still unfamiliar ears and took a tentative step outside the apartment. “Lead on, Doctor Sheridan.”

It was the first time Delenn was to leave his apartment since John had found her crashed ship and brought her home. He guided her down the fire escape, avoiding the tweaking net curtains and the elevator that rattled and groaned with every tug of the cables up and up. Unfortunately, his new roommate was far too curious for her own good. Delenn was fascinated by all the sights, sounds – smells – of Seattle.

“Delenn,” he gently chastised. “We need to be discreet.”

Her nose wrinkled at the mail boxes outside the apartment, a question dying on her lips, before joining him in heading for his car. “Are you to tell me, John Sheridan, that you would not be equally as inquisitive if you found yourself on Yedor?”

She had him there. “Fine. But unless there’s a Minbari equivalent of Alfred Bester, we need to be cautious.”

They eventually made it into John’s car; Delenn less dismissive of the primitive and destructive technology that got them around the city. The pair headed for a few boutiques downtown that Susan had recommended with an amused tone. The entire journey, Delenn’s nose was pressed against the glass, taking in the sights of the human world. Outside the confines of the car, her hand slipped into his automatically and they walked along the pavement, hips bumping as the early morning shoppers jostled them closer. Eventually they stopped at the first boutique, a little place with no CCTV and just enough foot traffic that the employees wouldn’t remember them if Bester ever came sniffing back around. The woman at the counter smiled as they entered, Delenn marvelling at the bell above the door.

“We have markets on Minbar,” Delenn explained. “The worker caste sell the wares they create out of joy, a sense of…service to themselves. But for places such as these, they often come to the homes of those who require them. Our clothes serve a very specific function. They are not intended to be ornamental. Like your…what did you call them?” Delenn turned and placed a hand above his chest, thumb brushing along his sternum. “The material with the oranges on them?”

“Ties?” She nodded, her face lighting up in delight at a new word for her vocabulary. “Yeah, they’re pretty decorative. I guess that’s part of our human charm – dressing nice.”

Delenn did not reply. Instead, she quickly became enamoured with the racks of clothes on display. She looked at each of them in turn, examining the fabric and stitching in great detail. When Delenn had first arrived on Earth, her clothing had been loose, in faded pink and tan, with little ornament save from a crystal pendant that now resided in a small keepsake box she kept under her side of the bed. John had no doubt that the Minbari cared little for fashion; Delenn had spent a week in his clothes, after all. But he also knew that she was fascinated by everything human and he’d have to make some considerable room in his closet.

“Can I help at all?”

John smiled politely at the shop assistant. “Hi. My girlfriend just flew in yesterday – she’s from Europe – but the airline lost her luggage. We’re looking to pick up a few things. Dresses, jeans, a coat, some pyjamas.” John swallowed. “Underwear.”

“Not a problem. Happened to me more than once. If I could drive to see my sister in Maine, I would.” She turned to Delenn. “What do you like the look of, sweetheart?”

“This.”

Delenn reached for a dress in velvet green. The sleeves and skirt were long; the bodice cutting low on her breasts. There was another, too, in burgundy that stole Delenn’s attention. This one had laces pulling the bodice tight, with lace embroidery over the skirt. She seemed to appreciate clothes that were textured, that felt unique under her fingertips. Together, the shop assistant and Delenn gathered every item Delenn said she wished to own and the three of them travelled to the back room where the changing rooms were located. The woman left them alone to source some underwear for Delenn (“Not sure of the American sizes, sweetheart? You look like a small to me; I’ll be right back.”) and John waited patiently outside for Delenn to try on the first dress.

She emerged in a soft pink dress, the fabric floating around her knees. Delenn twirled in front of the mirror. “It’s beautiful.”

“So are you.”

Delenn flushed high on her cheeks. She turned her attention back to the mirror; once again, her fingers pulled at the edge of the beanie. “The hat, perhaps, does not suit?”

“Maybe. Why don’t you try the burgundy one?”

She darted in to change dresses, not questioning matching blue with burgundy. When Delenn emerged, her hands were smoothing over the silk fabric of the bodice; the pads of her fingers tying the laces in knots. John shot a glance over his shoulder, heart thrumming at the huge risk, but quickly yanked the beanie off of Delenn’s head. She stared, lost in her reflection. John had watched her, at home, running her fingers through the curls that fell over her shoulders; the half crest that adorned her skull. Now she stood, hands mapping her sides in the form-fitting dress. Her touch stole, not for the first time, to her ears, her throat.

“It is quite, uh, revealing?” Delenn asked. “Would the purpose of this dress be to attract a mate?”

“Not always. Women on Earth, they dress for themselves as much as a mate.” John leaned in; hand pressed to the small of her back. “Though it’s a good thing we’re not letting you out; you’d turn so many heads you’d be sued for whiplash.” Delenn’s gaze settled upon him, a question forming on her lips. “You look attractive, Delenn. Sexy.”

“Sexy.”

Delenn pondered his words while John retreated, wondering why he had called his alien roommate sexy when he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Thankfully, approaching footsteps signalled for Delenn to retreat back into the dressing room, beanie in hand. Unfortunately, the shop assistant returned with a small bundle of bras and panties; black and green and red. Wisps of silk and lace. The woman winked at John as she laid them down beside him; the implication clear that Delenn’s ‘boyfriend’ would get equal joy out of the purchase. He crossed his legs, struggling not to fixate on the image of Delenn wearing very little. In front of him, Delenn continued to emerge wearing dress after dress, overjoyed by the weight of fabric in her hands and the swoosh as she spun in front of the mirror. They weren’t anything special; no designer labels, no fancy fabrics. But they were unique and they would be hers.

When the shop assistant brought over some nightgowns for Delenn to wear, John pressed his credit card into her hand. “We’ll take it all.”

They emerged from the boutiques laden with bags: a pair of sneakers, some ballet flats, an array of dresses, three nightgowns, a midnight blue robe with moons and stars embroidered upon the lapel, and a hat and scarf set that was not emblazoned with any Seattle sports team. After a visit to Theo’s second-hand bookstore on the corner, the pair returned to John’s – to their apartment. Saturday afternoon was spent clearing out one half of John’s closet and Delenn sharing extracts from her favourite sonnets in a battered paperback with lines rippling down the spine. She lay, head at the foot of their bed, skirts splayed across the sheets, as she recited poetry to him.

He was a goner.

But, to his relief, Delenn would no longer be wearing his clothes. There were nightgowns, with long sleeves and frilly lace. John would finally get his pyjama shirt back. Yet, when it came time for bed, John could only find his shorts. No shirt. That was when Delenn emerged from the bathroom in the soft, blue sleep shirt he wore; the familiar socks keeping her feet warm. She stared, sheepishly, at her toes encased in the thick wool socks.

John just shook his head and threw back the covers for them both to get under. All that work, all that money, and she was still wearing his things. “You’re a thief, Delenn. You know that, right? A thief.” Delenn just beamed and practically jumped in the bed beside him. He laughed as she began stacking pillows on her side. “First my shirt, then my pillows. What else are you going to steal, huh?”

“Minbari do not steal.”

“Oh yeah?” He yanked out a pillow from underneath Delenn’s head and tapped her stomach lightly with it. “What do you call that, huh? That shirt is mine.”

“I am…” Delenn trailed off as she searched for the word, wrenching the pillow out of his grip with far superior strength to his own. “Borrowing. I am borrowing your shirt. It smells like home.”

John was momentarily blindsided. It smelt like home. It smells like you. He retreated back to his side of the bed, giving up on a counter-attack, as he watched Delenn pull the duvet up to her chin. Ever since her transformation, her internal temperature had been unable to regulate. Seattle was too warm during the day; too cold at night. So they huddled together, under the sheets, sharing a pyjama set. John didn’t mind sharing, not really. He was happy to share his bed, his clothes, his apartment. His heart he’d given to her a long time ago.

#john x delenn #b5fic #ship: john x delenn #dd: fanfic

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midnighterapollo · 2 years

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First order of business, FULL CREDIT to @eatoutofhumanholes, @yikes-00 & @babyrooster for their head cannons and gifsets? (it’s almost 2am forgive me if the wording isn’t right). Links are below if anyone wants to take a look.

1. https://eatoutofhumanholes.tumblr.com/post/687408071497121792/i-love-the-see-that-alot-of-yall-seem-to-agree

2. https://yikes-00.tumblr.com/post/688791777940062208

Now for the hc.

Ok so for whatever reason Rooster decides to shave off the stache, one of my main ideas for him shaving it since it’s like a way for him to be closer to his dad, is he’d have to loose some dumb bet whilst he was drunk/tipsy or goaded into it by most definitely Phoenix.

And she makes him hide it from Hangman because she knows he loves Roosters pornstache (Bob noticed and definitely told her, plus the noticeable beard burn on his neck gave it away) so she wants to see Hangman’s reaction. They all meet up at the hard deck and ya it’s a bit weird for everyone because a) Rooster is so used to having his moustache it kinda feels weird having his upper lip basically exposed. And b) everyone else is also tryna process the way Rooster looks because they too are also used to his stache. Coyote brings Hangman in 5 mins later and he’s trying to not give it away that something is up because Rooster has been avoiding Hangman since this morning and it’s making him sus about his, disastrous in the kitchen not allowed to cook, boyfriend and what he be up too. They make it to the pool table and Rooster turns around to great his boyfriend to assure him he was well behaved and didn’t set any kitchens on fire (one time Jake one time) and Hangman’s eyes bug out so bad they look like they were gonna fall out of their sockets.

Everyone is trying to not laugh and getting their money ready because they totally bet on what Hangman’s reaction is gonna be. Hangman is looking at Rooster in such a distressed way the group is little worried he’ll keel over but the minute he starts talking they try to contain their laughter, his voice is also slightly distressed and they can hear his Texan (that’s right the boy be Texan) accent start to peak out and he’s poking Rooster in the face and asking what the hell he did to said face.

He refuses to kiss Rooster until his moustache is fully grown back and based on the interview with Miles, I head cannon that Rooster’s moustache takes a long ass time to grow back to its former glory so like maybe 3 months? (idk what an appropriate amount of time for a moustache to grow back is) so now Rooster is all grumbly because he won’t be receiving any kisses or giving any kisses to his bf (Rooster loves kissing Hangman) so from then on he’s sworn off shaving or allowing anyone to shave his moustache off, Phoenix can shave his damn eyebrows for all he cares (Bob wins the bet).

Plus Mav had to listen to Rooster complain about Hangman not letting him kiss anywhere on his person for a whole 3 months so Mav made Phoenix swear to shave other parts on Roosters body that wasn’t his stache. To put it simply Rooster was coitus interruptus for said 3 months and Mav loves Rooster to bits but he was having none of it when it came to alone time with Ice.

#rooster x hangman #sereshaw #tgm #icemav #Phoenix loves chaos #Bob is a betting king #iceman x maverick #Texan Jake Seresin #Phoenix loves goading rooster #I hc rooster is terrible in the kitchen #rooster isn’t allowed to cook

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falsebooles123 · 1 year

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Finding the First Gay Kiss - Diary of a Big Ole Gay 12.25.22

Hey Whores Merry Christmas. Do you ever have a social interaction where you feel like you came off rude but that the other person was still kinda in the wrong. I just don't like people making personnal comments that don't need to be made.

(are gifsets you always make me feel better)

anyway I have 6 more days to watch gay movies before the new year and then I have to figure out how I want to meter this shit out.

I'm firmly withing the 1930s luckily so I can enjoy the benifits and lack of focus that sound film presents so thats nice and I'm also about halfway through the project after spending every waking moment for a month and a half watching old silent films.

I still hate my job and I will be doing my absolute mostest to get out of that fucking sandtrap as soon as I can but before I do that sluts and hobags lets talk about the movies I watched.

Viktor und Viktoria (1933) dir. Reinhold Schünzel

so once again I am posting a gif of a newer remake of the film because you whores can't appreciate fine cinema.

So Victor and Victoria for those not in the know is a film about a women who pretends to be a man who is in fact a female impersanator. sheninigans, (that trope were a woman wants to get dick but she can't cause shes in boymode, (fuck um gay hamlet, Sylvia Scarlet, even the clinging vine in like a really weird way), ensue.

the original is actually pretty fun. Its in german and its a musical so its a little hard to get into the music.

(the lure is actually a really great example of a foreign film which songs still work but thats more because the music is translated more poetically and because the visual language of the musical has evolved. )

The Film shows a lot of feelings torwards the female impersanators that are less nuanced in the general culteral miasma of the earlier decades. Viktor OG is ashamed to admit that he is a female impersanator in a way that implies homophobia. Conflict arises when Policeman come into arrest Victoria for cross-dressing. Not for being a man pretending to be a women on stage, but a woman pretending to a man off of it. Mirroring the way that while the Feminine togs of vaudvilled were reveled and applauded, Those transvestic freaks on the street were not.

overall this is a really fun comedy that helops brind some clarity to the tropes that were seeing in this period and I also love *checks notes* Renate Muller crying like a little bitch after seeing her boy crush deliver a dozen roses to his fiance. Good shit.

Un Chant D'amour (1950) dir. Jean Genet

so this is the only film by director Jean Genet and it is very gay. We start off with these more artsy shots of trying to catch a bouquet of flowers and blowing smoke into peoples mouths and end with what can only discribe as unstimulated masturbation and gun worship. Its a very gay and a curious mixture of lets say 2000s Joe Gage and Robert Yang's Tearoom.

(so the game features you handling peoples "guns" in a bathroom but you get the idea its a lot of male cruising and phallic imagedry.)

this does feature THE FIRST GAY KISS, so far but it is like a few other artistic films like Scorpio Rising that were very underground and also sued for obscenity. So fun times. This film is also bordoring on pornographic. its artsy but once again unstimulated sexual acts in a sexualized manner.

Blonde Venus (1932) dir Josef von Sternberg

so this is a curious but I really don't know how this ended up on the list. Marlene Dietrich is bisexual and there are some vaguly queer aspects, (a lesbian coded character, dietrich apparently flirts with a women while wearing a suit in a blink and you miss it moment), but these are very slim and not entirely noticible.

the actually film itself mirrors things like Manslaughter! and Pandora's Box where you have this powerful sexpot of a women who falls on hard times because of IDK the inherant degenarcy of being a sexual liberated woman. This one has some similar elements to Morocco but to a lesser extant and while I definetly liked this movie because theres this type of golden age glamor and atmosphere that just is so intoxicating. It is simply put not that gay.

One of the things that I have to contend with is that some of the resources I have arn't always accurate or through some miscalculation I simply added a film that was listed for weird reasons. For instance we have Judith of Bethulia which is on this list because oh a pet theory by an academic which is honestly not that strong, Twelth Night by Sandor Sara is on the list because of the name. Turns out the hungarian experimental short film while being super cool and aestetic some absolute kino, it doesn't have anything to do with the play its just the random play that occurs within the film but is never actually shown. The actually film is like a meditation on ruralism and the tedium that comes with it or something.

Slyvia Scarlett (1935) dir George Cukor

Fun Fact: One of my Coworkers told me and I quote "Katherine Hepburn is not a lesbian, she had high functioning aspugers"

which is a lot to unpack. First aspergers tends to imply being high functioning. Second, the notion of high/low functioning, as far as I understand, isn't loved by the autism community. Like it has a lot of abliest notions of assigning moral worth to the ability to create profit which is honestly just a prevelant aspect of capitalism torwards various different handycaps and disabilities.

also this is really fucking important having autism or any type of nuerodiversity has absolutely fuck-all with being gay.

Sure I don't have a smoking gun of Kathering Hepburn eating out some scarlet starlet but I'm also not calling Hepburn a Lesbian because shes wearing pants, I'm understanding her as queer coded because she was a woman who was gender-expansive, who did queer shit in her movies, and also theres a lot of memoirs that explicite confirm that information. Sure I can pretend that this was all a smeer campaign by some hollywood exec or I could take the fact that hollywood was kinda gay and she constantly collabed with the likes of dorothy arzner, George Cukor, and Cary Grant who which by the way whores was most likely pretty bisexual.

(this is what pops up when I type in Randolph Scott x Cary Grant)

But lets get into the actually movie. so this starts off with a classic Cross Dressing plot. Katherne Hepburn like oh let me just go full boymode and she sticks to it for a extremly long time. The only time that she stops is when she's literally trying to fuck a man. A man btw who absolutely was planning on fucking her in boymode. This entire movie is literally just a bunch of queers being like, "OMG we couldn't kiss that would be gay" and then winking at the haes code.

(I was trying to find that snl skit where ben alleck plays an ex-gay at a conversion therapy camp and hes doing this thing were his ex-gay boyfriend is trying to kiss him and instead of telling him to stop hes literally just opening his mouth so that there lips don't touch and its honestly kinda an amazing setup. fuck I'm going to have to make a gifset so that It exists.)

What I'm getting at is that not even Cate Blanchett could make a movie this gay and not like pussy just a little.

As You Like It (1936) dir. Paul Czinner

so this got added because I tried to add all of the cross dressing shakespear plays to my list at some point before I decided I had enough and needed to start getting to the watching phrase of this, (that moment was in my memory last week or something), This film is kinda gay but like I said in my review on LB its cause the play is kinda gay.

Rosalind has a female simp in the form of her cousin, whose like constnatly being snooty over the fact she has a boycrush and there is literally a whole scenaria where her boycrush comes up to her in boymode and is like how do I get over her.

and shes like "yeah what if I this twink just pretended to be your girlfriend bro" and hes like hell yeah.

This is "straight guy uses my ass as a a fleshlight" gay this is I'm not gay dude I'm just horny and my girlfriend won't put out gay. What I'm saying is that Laurence Olivier is a DL Cruiser who doesn't want to admit that he kinda likes dudes. which is fine come out when your ready orlando but this shit is gay and also you know who else was probably bisexual WIlliam fucking Shakespear of Avon. the bard of avon more like the bottom of avon am I right ladies.

Ok on to the last thing.

The Magyk Lantern Cycle Dir. Kenneth Anger

I've been trying to watch through all of Kenneth Angers films in order. which is differcult since many of his juvanalia is hidden or unaccesable from me. but I have managed to see so far, Fireworks, Eux D'artifice, Puce Moment, Scorpio Rising, and Inaugeration of the Pleasure Dome the Last two being actually on my list. His films are kinda hard to parse, there intense, mentally, visually, thematically but at the same time watching something like Anger or Deyen or Brakhage or some shit are honestly just super cool and make me feel like a bad bitch. While i'm on this subject shoutout to Le Cinima Club which has a lot of cool stuff like this.

I will update you more next week with gay shit. Once we get to the actually new year I will have to reassess how hard I want to go with this project.

UP NEXT: A LIST OF MOVIES I CANNOT FIND.

#queer cinema #firstgaykiss #viktor und viktoria #blonde venus #Slyvia Scarlet #As You Like It 1936 #homophobia #autism #queer Erasure #transphobia #diary

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starryevermore · 3 years

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creator tag game

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

thank you for the tag @annab-nana and @reddesertcolbs!! 💜

I make a lot of different things so I’m gonna do 5 writings, 5 gifs, and 5 moodboards, and 5 miscellaneous 👀

FICS

when I was your man series

I really enjoyed this series, because it had a lot of angst but it also had a happy ending (even though it wasn’t the one people may have wanted).

the ghost of suite 613

This was so fun to write!! I loved Suite Life of Zack and Cody growing up, and this episode scared me so much when I was little. Finding a way to incorporate all of the different people in the friend group was so interesting, and I think I did pretty well since it was a last-minute decision to write it for Halloween 😂

the ethics of influencing

Not exactly a creative work, but I really enjoyed the finished product here. There’s a lot of influencers who don’t use their influence well, and I think this is quite evident over the course of the pandemic and the many obstacles we’ve encountered.

cultish behavior

This fic didn’t get a lot of love, but it’s one of my favorites. It was really fun trying to capture Jake’s personality and incorporate the prompt into the story, and I think it turned out really well in the end!

i hope

Another fic I decided to do last minute and I was really in my emotions when I did it 😂 In case you haven't noticed, I’m a slut for some good ole angst and this really scratched an itch I had. I’m not really a fan of fics where someone cheats but is forgiven + taken back, so I wanted to write something where the reader actually gave Colby a piece of her mind and I think it turned out good!

honorable mention: lots of cool shit coming in October 2021. I haven’t written them yet, but my favorite is Day 3 or Day 23!

GIFS

who the hell knows?

Oh this was so fun to make! I loved this scene in Eclipse, and I was on a serious Twilight kick at the time so I just had to make this into a gifset! It was difficult trying to figure out where to place the text and all that, but I’m really proud of what I made!

the saliva swap is an essential part of the ritual

Another difficult one to make, but seeing the finished product was so rewarding! It was hard to figure out to divide up each clip into a single gif, and captioning everything was a *fun time* lmao, but it still managed to be really fun to do!

HARRY WORKING OUT IN “SIDEMEN 80,000 CALORIES BATTLE”

I don’t know if y’all have noticed, but I’ve been on Harry kick recently so I really enjoyed this video and picking out which scenes to gif 🥵

the phone will ring and there will be no one there

Spongebob references + the Trap House? Nothing better 🥰

wah wah wah (ft. everlyte)

Ahh this was so fun!! It’s really simple, but it was one of my first attempts at adding a lil *spice* to my gifs!

honorable mention: the gifset coming Christmas Eve? y’all gonna be *in love*

MOODBOARDS

💙 HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATRINA!! 💙

I miss blue-haired Katrina so much, so this b-day moodboard was a bit of appreciating her old hair.

Amber Scholl as Morticia Addams 💀🖤🥀

I saw someone say that Amber looked like Morticia Addams when she dressed like this, so I had to make a moodboard for it and I really enjoyed trying to capture both Morticia’s and Amber’s aesthetics!

Colby Brock as Fred Jones 🕵🏻‍♂️

Honestly, all of the Scooby Doo moodboards were great but this is probably my favorite! It was fun to make, and I really enjoyed how in Paradise Island, they joked that Colby was Fred, so it made me feel really good about making Colby Fred (I bounced between Colby being Velma and Sam being Fred, but ultimately did it the other way around.)

mentally I’m here

I was in the middle of binging the Halloweentown movies when I made this moodboard. It’s relatively simple, but the vibes are *chef’s kiss*

red is sus 🔪

I made this on a whim after seeing the photos but holy shit I love it so much!!

honorable mention: the Hogwarts series coming in January? holy shit you’ll love it, it’s amazing

MISCELLANEOUS

Love for Hire, featured on the cover of Rolling Stone

This was so great to make! It was actually supposed to be more of a cherry red color, but when I uploaded it, it was turned more vintage-y which I liked even more!

soul full of sunshine ☀️

Ahh this was so fun! Soft!Colby is my kryptonite 🥺

love for hire lockscreens

I tried to make these sooo many times but PicsArt kept crashing and I lost my progress every time, so when I finally got them done, I was so happy! And it helped that the final product was better than the first attempt lmao

dream on, little dreamer

Another Soft!Colby edit lmaoo. I really enjoyed the pics I used, and I think everything worked together really well!

The Ultimate Sam and Colby Word Search

Another thing I made on a whim lmao. I was in the middle of procrastinating homework when I did this, and it took ages to get everything where I wanted it to be 😂

idk who’s done this already, but if you haven’t and want to, feel free to say that I tagged you!

#tag game #starrybrock #sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #jake webber #corey scherer #harry lewis #snc #xplr #amber scholl #love for hire

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suallenparker · 7 years

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Hi! I'm a new philinda shipper (God bless the two i cannot get enough of them) and I was wondering if u still take prompts?? i saw your list of one shots and I was hoping if u could do it again only if u have the time and if u want to :) !!!! I really enjoyed reading everything and giggling by myself bc they r super adorableeee!

Hi there!

Currently I’m not open to prompts since I’m working on two multi chapters right now. :) But eventually, I surely will be again! I always announce it on Tumblr, when I do. :)

And you’re new? THAT’S SO EXCITING!

I’m gonna do the thing! (I love the thing!)

*clears throat*

WELCOME TO PHILINDA AND HELLO, BRAVE AGENT! WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!

Hi, I’m Su and I’ll give you your first briefing. :)

Lets cover the basics first:

The PHILINDA TAG is obviously our home base. Everything Philinda gets tagged. You should also check out TEAMPHILINDA and FUCKYEAHPHILINDA for neatly collected and organized gifsets, edits, fanfics and everything else Philinda!

Yes, we love our angst and won’t hesitate a microsecond to make you cry with pheels, but we’ll heal your wounds with fluff, promise!

Check PHILINDA FANFICTION for all the Philinda fanfic your heart could possibly desire! (Pssst, THEPHILINDALIBRARY is also an excellent place to find all the fanfic! - I’m not sure if it’s under construction at the moment, though.)

Write yourself and would like a beta reader for your Philinda fanfic? Check out the PHILINDA BETA tag! Or you’d offer your beta services? Make your own post to introduce your services to the community and tag PHILINDA BETA.

2014 we had our very first PHILINDA SECRET SUMMER. IT WAS EPIC! So. Much. FANFICTION! 2015 was just as good and 2016 was just as perfect!

The PHILINDA HOT STUFF CHALLENGE shall fuel us forever with kinky prompts and stories! Are you in need to read some smut? Look no further than our HOT STUFF tag or the HOT STUFF MASTERLIST! Don’t be shy now, join us, if you want!

During August 2014, we wrote the 30 PHILINDA PHONE CALLS! - Over 30 Phone Calls to illustrate their story throughout their history. It was EPIC!

Our dearest haveievermentioned organized a little PHILINDA AU CHALLENGE! For all your AU needs check out PHILINDAAU - a blog dedicated to the way our OTP falls in love through all the universes! - The Tag system there is MASSIVE (that time Tumblr just deleted ALL the links on pages that had with what they deemed too many links? We got hit. Ddagent and I spent three days putting things back together. You can search by profession of each character, or by storyline (as in specific movie AUs or something.)

And August 2015 we made everything horribly great with our PHILINDA BAD DAY CHALLENGE. It was terribly fantastic!

August 2016 we had the PHILINDA UNDERCOVER missions and though Melinda might hate them, we had loads of fun!

Looking for inspiration? Check out PHILINDA BINGO to get your creative muse going!

The PHILINDA 24 KISSES (a Philinda Advent Calendar) and a traditional PHILINDA SECRET SANTA sweetened our winters!

And here, have some REACTION GIFS to better express your pheels!

If you ever need anything, have a question or want to express your pheels, just post something in the PHILINDA TAG or come to somebody’s askbox. Having a bad day? PHILINDABADDAYCLUB will help you out! We’ve got your back. Don’t ever doubt it!

Some more useful tags:

PHILINDA FANDOM

PHILINDA PROMPT

PHILINDA META

PHILINDA HEADCANON

PHILINDAEDIT

Our agency is still small, but we’re constantly growing. - And Agents like you are exactly what we need!

So let me repeat myself:

WELCOME TO PHILINDA AND HELLO, BRAVE AGENT!

#philinda #kelleee

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