#ivy: feeling myself (video)

[ramp-it-up]

The Perfect Shot

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: It’s just another day at work as Lloyd’s intern.

Word Count: around 1K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d, RPF. SMUT! This is dark. Read at your own risk. As you know, Lloyd is a prick. Reader has issues. Employer/Employee imbalance of power, degradation kink, references to choking during sex, revenge porn, sex made public without consent, nipple play, rough sex, fingering, clit slapping, p in v, cum play, implied oral (m receiving). Just pwp.

A/N: This is in response to a challenge from muse @maroonsunrise83. She just says a word and I go. 🤗

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Lloyd was admiring his bicep as he did his curls and looked up, expecting you to be doing the same.

Instead, you were taking selfies and posting on social media.

You didn’t think that it would be a problem, since he said that he wanted you to sit there and look hot, so you were documenting the fact.

Lloyd loudly put the barbell down, stood up, and grabbed your unoccupied hand, dragging you down the hall to the bedroom.

“I-“

“Shut up and keep scrolling. Better yet, record a video.”

But you dropped your phone as he pulled your new Ivy Park workout top over your head and threw you on the bed.

“Pick. The fucking phone up. And record.”

Lloyd’s menacing tone was harsh, but you smirked and did as you were told, documenting him stripping off his Moncler muscle shirt.

“Not my face.”

His rude growl only turned you on as did his menacing advance. You made sure only to document his body.

He lay down beside you and looked into your eyes.

“Now use your photography skills…”

He smirked under his mustache.

“To capture what my mouth does. Get that perfect shot.”

Lloyd was mocking you now.

And his mouth descended on your nipple, sucking it roughly into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. You moaned and moved to grab his hair, and about to forget your phone.

“Ah ah ah,” said Lloyd around your nipple.

“Take your fucking pictures. Drop that phone and I kick your ass out on the street.”

With that, he grabbed your other breast and started rolling and pinching that nipple.

You tried to keep recording, because Lloyd was paying you a lot to be his “intern,” his dick game was A+, and you might have been starting to catch feelings despite him being a trash human.

Lloyd was doing such a good job that you were ruining the $200 thong which was part of your work uniform, but you managed to keep your camera trained on what his mouth was doing. This would make a great video to watch later.

You were doing okay, until Lloyd shoved his hands down your leggings. You slammed your legs together, which earned a pinch on your thigh, sure to leave a bruise.

It only made you wetter. Lloyd pulled off your nipple with a pop.

“Open your fucking legs.”

Your legs readily fell open, giving Lloyd access to your most private parts. His fingers parted the plump lips of your cunt only to find you quite slippery.

Lloyd gave you a demented smile.

“Oh, you fucking little slut. You’re so wrapped up in yourself instead of doing your JOB, which is me, that you’re wet at this. You little whore. Open those fucking legs wider.”

You followed orders and Lloyd delivered three sound slaps to your clit as he started to bite and suck your nipple again.

Lloyd’s depraved words and the erotic sting of the slaps got you close. You’d learned your first day on the job as Lloyd choked you as he fucked you raw: You liked that shit.

“Don’t drop that fucking phone.”

You readjusted it, recording your own humiliation with a trembling hand. You couldn’t wait to see this video.

Lloyd got up and stripped off his matching shorts, then grabbed your leggings and roughly pulled them down your legs, scratching your thighs.

You filmed him marking you up.

His massive cock was weeping against his stomach, and you wiggled in anticipation as you pointed the phone at it.

“Now, get this and it better not be jumpy. Capture my cock ruining your pathetic tiny little pussy.”

You leaned up on your elbow to get a better angle of Lloyd’s cock at the entrance to your cunt. You could feel his head pounding as you opened your legs wider as if that would help.

He brutally shoved his cock into your dripping hole, and your phone captured your ragged moan at the brutal stretch and delicious pain.

“FUUUUCCCKKKK!”

Lloyd was loud as he entered you.

“I swear the only reason I keep your ass around is this fucking gash. Right. Here.”

You whimpered and moaned as he fucked you to the point that your juices frothed.

“Yeah, get that fucking whipped cream, you slut. Make sure the picture is clear.”

You don’t know how you did it, but you did a pretty good job of getting all the action, proud that he wanted this for his private pleasure. You just knew that he missed you when you weren’t there.

Lloyd’s hands were gripping your hips and causing bruises, and the realization got you close to the edge.

“Cum for the camera, slut. Come all over my giant cock.”

You don’t know how you did it, but you managed to record your pelvis in motion as you fluttered around him. You’d collapsed flat on your back but held the camera up as Lloyd pulled out and came on your torso, jacking off silently, and without any emotion on his face.

Quite cinematically, a drop of his spend landed on the camera lens at the end. It was perfect.

When he was done, he grabbed the phone. He started typing, and you didn’t pay much attention because you could finally relax into the feeling of good sex.

“Are you sending yourself the video?”

“No. I’m posting it to IG.”

“WHAT?”

You sat up, alarmed.

Lloyd grabbed your top and wiped himself off, ruining it. Then he walked off toward the shower.

“My family will see that, and my account will be suspended!”

“Well you should have thought of that before you dicked around.”

Lloyd was in the bathroom now, yelling over the noise of the shower.

“You finally have something good to post besides that stupid little pouty face. Maybe now you’ll pay attention to your fucking JOB!”

He was yelling, but he sounded as if he’d stepped into the shower.

And you felt like you were about to cry.

“Don’t want to see a trace of what we’ve done in that room when I come out. Don’t want to see your fucking face either. You’re done for today.”

You suck it up, stood, and stripped the bed remaking it in 10 minutes flat. Next, you put Lloyd’s clothes in the laundry chute, coming back to lay out an identical outfit for him on the duvet.

Just as you were about to gather your things and disappear, you heard Lloyd call your name.

You padded into the massive bathroom and opened the shower door. Lloyd peered at you with cold eyes.

“I need you to wash my back, and then suck me off.”

You looked down to see his huge wet cock growing large again in his hand.

Lloyd needed you.

You hid a smirk as you replied, “Yes, Sir,” and climbed into the shower to go to work.

Give me feedback, I can take it!

[teaaddictyt]

Sims 4t2 Large Wall Ivy

Hi friends, I saw this beautiful large wall ivy from the debug menu of TS4 in this video last night and thought, “that is stunning, I want that”. So just in case anyone else wants it too, I thought I might as well share it - 

5 large (2 storey) pieces of wall Ivy converted from The Sims 4 Discover University debug menu. There were 7 in total but the other two were designed to go around some oddly shaped columns I think? - I looked at them and couldn’t see myself using them much so decided not to include them. 4 of the pieces are designed to go around corners, the other is a large flat piece that will cover most of a front wall.  I loved the idea of this for quickly and easily covering a building in wall ivy, rather than placing lots of individual pieces from Veranka’s Old Mill Ivy set (which I also LOVE!) The pieces are sorted into build mode / shrubs (where I like to keep my Ivy), and cost $50 each. Quarter Tile enabled; I recommend using Quarter Tile or disabling snapping to place as they are centered in their tile. Not seasonal - if anyone would like to make them seasonal, feel free!

Download HERE ❤️

[pierogisfilledwithpaint]

screaming into the void out of joy. I'm just gonna ramble a bit because I went to a concert, good luck to anyone reading this, it's very rambly and incoherent but I wrote this right after I came back to my hotel xO

I just came back from the sleep token munich ritual and it was fucking great, even though I was standing in the queue for like 5 hours and my feet hurt like hell and I think ill just lay in bed the next day

Speaking of queue, there were so many nice people there. I got like two bracelets, a sticker with the symbol and I even talked with other people a bit, even though my social anxiety is pretty bad, gosh all the people there were so nice 🥹

Also before the opening act started they played like a bit of music and I shit you not, they played the fucking evangelion theme 💀 I mean I was still vibing to it, but now I'm curious who put that in, maybe Vessel himself, he seems like the kind of weeb that likes evangelion. Health was also a pretty great opening act, tomorrow I'll probably dive into their discography because their music scratches something good in my brain

And the ritual itself? Fucking 100/10. The stage was bigger and better, the lights were great, Vessels vocals were phenomenal, iii is still a stickbug menace, ii slayed the drums, but I sadly didn't get enough video material of ivy, I was standing at the other side of the venue where iii and Vessel were :[ but ivy did dance for the vesselettes, iii and ivy kissed and Vessel bothered ivy as always and it was fun seeing it all up close. Oh, and speaking of the vesselettes, they got new masks and the look fucking dope! More in style of Vessels mask and they also had a little choreography with their hands and arms which just makes them look even cooler!!!

I'll probably sort trough the video material tomorrow because as I'm writing this it's almost midnight and I'm tired 💀

There's just one thing I'm kinda frustrated with, moreso with myself. Bought like 4 santa hats for the band, decorated them a but and wanted to give it to them during the ritual, but I didn't know when, I was in the front row but not at the barricades, so when the ritual ended I threw them onto the stage and I dunno feels like I failed myself, because I couldn't give it to them sooner, I just hope the band will like it

Also talking about throwing, right before the last song, someone threw a plushy vessel on stage, Vessel picked it up, pointed at it and then himself, waving his arms around in confusion and then setting the plush somewhere on stage and I think I even saw him smile. Not only when he picked up the plush but like multiple times during the show, or maybe I was just imagining things 💀 and there were a lot of hand hearts from vessel which was also very cute <3

Overall I loved it a lot and I'll hope I'll just be able to see them soon again <3

[isfjmel-phleg]

I've talked about the misinterpretation of The Secret Garden as being about healing from grief before, and I'm still thinking about it and found some interviews with authors of recent retellings that demonstrate this assumption about the story:

Ivy Noelle Weir, author of The Secret Garden on 81st Street: When I was re-visiting the original work, I was struck by how much it is, really, about grieving. Mary, Lord [sic] Craven, and Colin have all lost people, and they’re sort of feeling their way through it and figuring out how to live when you’re grieving. Grief, unfortunately, doesn’t really know an age, and it’s something children experience too. I rooted myself in Mary’s perspective: What is like to be so young and experiencing so much change all at once? If I were her age again, and finding myself all alone in a new place, what would bring me comfort, what would intrigue me, what would be difficult?

Lorelai Savaryn, author of The Edge of In Between (transcribed from a video interview): Actually, in my early drafts, Lottie had a poor relationship with her parents too, and that was one of the moments for me—some things weren’t working, and it wasn’t […] really the story I wanted to tell. So there was a point like three rounds into revisions where I realized to make the story right, I had to have her relationship with her parents be lovely and wonderful, and so I had to completely start over and write the whole thing over again at that point and change that, and I think that that allowed for her grief journey to be more authentic to what people—to what kids for the most part could relate to. I know we can all have complicated relationships with our parents, but I wanted her first experience of loss just to be really true to like someone who had deeply loved, because I think we can all relate to like losing somebody that we deeply loved, so I chose to change that […]

Amber A. Logan, author of The Secret Garden of Yanagi Inn: So when I started thinking of stories to retell (I love a good retelling) and started brainstorming about retelling The Secret Garden I had to ask myself: what kind of elements do I want to pull out of the original? Perhaps it is because The Secret Garden is a children’s book, or perhaps because it is a product of its time, but I’ve always felt that the main character, Mary, wasn’t dealing with enough grief. She just lost both her parents and was shipped to a strange place on the opposite side of the world! I wanted to really pull that grief out and delve into it on a much deeper level. But the original story is about healing and new life, and I wanted to include that kind of bittersweet happiness at the end that only comes about from having survived a dark place[.]

Weir is correct that the major characters have all lost people, but her perception of them as "feeling their way through it and figuring out how to live when you’re grieving" isn't really supported by the text? Mary is not grieving at all because she had more or less no relationship with her neglectful parents. Colin has lost his mother, but he never knew her, so his sense of loss is directed not toward her personally but what could have been. The two of them are "figuring out how to live" but doing so after having never been given the chance to in the first place. Mr. (not Lord!) Craven, meanwhile, spends most of the book wallowing in his grief rather than trying to cope with it; this is a subplot and not the main theme.

Savaryn is telling a story that is unambiguously about grief. It's a perfectly valid story, but her observation that retaining the heroine's poor relationship with her parents undermined the story she wanted to tell is interesting. It didn't work because the themes of The Secret Garden are significantly different from the themes Savaryn is employing. It's not that Mary's "grief journey" is less "authentic" but that she isn't grieving her lost parents because there was nothing about that relationship to grieve, and that's the tragedy of it. Yes, we can all relate to having deeply loved and lost, but that's not the story Burnett was telling, and since Savaryn is telling that story, the choice to use The Secret Garden as an inspiration doesn't seem to me to fit well.

Logan seems to have missed the point entirely. Mary's not "dealing with enough grief" is not a flaw of the book to be chalked up to its time or intended audience; it's a very deliberate choice that Burnett makes to demonstrate the outcome of Mary's loveless upbringing.

And I'm struggling to understand why it seems to be so difficult for so many creators to grasp something that the text makes so clear. Why does everyone want so badly for Mary to be grieving a loss? Is it not bad enough that she has been so emotionally neglected that she has no concept of attachment? There appears to be such determination that Mary must be grieving that the assumption is made that Burnett got her own story wrong and it must be adjusted to correct this failing--when the actual issue is right there, in the text, practically spelled out.

Maybe I should write a paper.

[differentwitchflower]

Did you know Irish/Celtic birth trees are a thing?

Similar to the zodiac sign it's based on the time of birth. I saw this yesterday in a YouTube video by Hearth Witch (link in comments)

She urges you to look into it deeper, and as a 3rd gen Irish Canadian I just had to. With a simple search on Google I found this image and my place as a Reed.

"Of course the one tree I know nothing about and won't even consider a tree is my sign just perfect I thought I am definitely less of value than the other trees." I thought to myself while more than slightly bullying myself for my birthday and trying to figure out how I could be an Ivy or Elder.

So I looked up the meaning behind a Celtic Reed. I open one article on my phone to a webpage to a Celtic radio station playing a full moon traditional Celtic song - the same song my granny plays during rituals.

I still haven't finished the article yet, I finished two paragraphs and my face was soaked in tears and I realized my misplaced shame for myself.

I was able to go to bed last night feeling more cemented in my place as a magical spiritual person and I am so glad I got that experience.

I will leave the link to read about your Celtic tree spirit as well if you are interested in reading more or feel free to tell me what yours is! I'm so interested in this overall and want to yap to people about it!

Thank you for reading, kind one and embrace your curiosities <3

~ Blessed be ~

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

WIP Poll Results

Thank you to all who voted! Tagging those of you who reacted in case you're interested:

@ivymarquis @unholymilf @icespinosaur @megraen @roofgeese @adelaidedrubman @yokobai @chazz-anova @neonneurons @statichvm @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @eclecticwildflowers @direwombat @neverthesameneveranother @kyber-infinitygems @kirjanikv6ilill @clicheantagonist @chadillacboseman @nightbloodbix @stacispratt @wrathfulrook

Here's the results of my hard work, admittedly some fics got more than what they should have but too bad (also there is smut at the end so minors DNI):

THE WINNER: The Animal in Me (fc5 werewolf au) - 13 sentences

The liquor coursed through her system making her head spin and legs feel like jelly that moved at the speed of thick molasses. Light-headed, she stumbled through the door of Jacob’s cabin and made her way to the living room, narrowly missing Princess before flopping down onto the nearby couch. 

The white wolf, having once been laying curled up, happily dozing on the rug on the floor, lifted her head and tipped it, trying to get a better sense of why this woman had invaded her territory.

Jacob made his way towards the couch, stalking towards her in the dark room. His sharp, pointed canine slipping out from below his upper lip as he smirked. “Whiskey sure did a number on ya, didn’t it?”

Kit’s legs hung draped over the armrest as she scooped her hair out from behind her head, stretching her arms out above her. “I never could have had this much before." Looking up at him with a grin as he untied and removed the boots from her feet. "I still have enough sense of myself even if my legs would like to tell you differently.”

“Guess you’re happy that I turned you now, huh?”

Kit rolled her eyes and rubbed at her forehead, trying to fight off the cascading waves that hit the inside of her skull. “I wouldn’t say that.”

American Beasts (kit's fc5 canon timeline) - 9 sentences

“She’s like the Predator, man. Comes in all stealthy like, so we gotta fight her the same way Dutch did.”

“Wait, when did her and Dutch fight?”

“No man, not that Dutch, you know, Arnold Schwarzenegger. The fuckin’ terminator. We gotta trap her and then instead of her tryin’ to blow us up we do that to her.”

“You wanna blow her up?”

“She’s a fuckin’ freak, my dude. You heard about what she did in that video. She’s with them, man. She’s with the cult, she killed Jess and she killed Eli and the other Whitetails. You think she gives a shit about any of us? I severely fuckin’ doubt it.”

Only you (fc5 soulmate au) - 6 sentences

"You know them best, what's their next move?"

"That doesn't matter. They need to be taken out of their element. Joey is strong, she needs someone who can break her. Staci's willing to do whatever's asked of him as long as there's good reason for it, he's got no backbone -- he's weak. And as for Whitehorse, he's complacent, does only what is needed to keep the county afloat."

Jacob stood hunched over his map looking at her, "Go on."

"Joey goes to John, Staci with us and Whitehorse goes to Faith."

"Works for me, angel."

Kakia (Kit's Herald/Role Swap AU) - 5 sentences

(apparently I'm writing this one in present tense, not sure why, but going with it for now)

Jacob knocks, heavy strikes with the side of his fist against thick wooden doors. It takes some time but the doors finally open, revealing a redheaded woman with the coolest blue eyes he’d ever seen besides his own, wearing little more than a silk robe the color of ivy. He’s meant to be there for business not pleasure, but he can’t help when his eyes travel over her form hungrily, barely able to hide the attraction he’s feeling for this strange woman in his midst. 

“Good morning…” Her eyes scan over the height and width of him, until they land on his badge and a smile creeps across her lips. “...Sheriff.”

He clears his throat, trying so hard to remember why he came here in the first place. “Ms. Cross.”

Arcadia & Empyrean (New Dawn AU) - 6 sentences

Her eyes widened, pupils made into pin pricks at the realization of what he meant. It was a death sentence without calling it that. She had no allies, no safe haven, she’d be fodder for the Highwaymen and the creatures outside their walls all the same. "Exile. You're banishing me?"

"Like Adam and Eve."

Kit's lip trembled, her hands falling to her sides in tightly clenched fists as her nails carved crescents into her palm, fighting the seething rage inside her. "You will bring nothing but death upon our people, Joseph. Do you hear me? I upheld the peace. I played my part. I did what you asked of me."

"The Lion is no longer needed." Joseph turned to the Judge, nodding for him to complete the sentencing. 

Even with the mask on she could tell the man underneath was hesitating. Trapped between his loyalty to the Father and to the woman who saved his life all those years ago, the woman who he joined the cult for. He stared at her for a moment, head tipping slightly and she could picture the brown eyes behind the dark holes trying to beg her for forgiveness for what he was about to do. Slamming his fist down on the table like a gavel her sentencing was complete. She was Persona Non Grata once more.

Pred/Prey Smut (MINORS DNI)- 9 sentences

“You like being treated like an animal, don’t ya? Not enough I put a collar on you, is it angel?”

Kit couldn’t speak as he ravaged her with his hands, a tear rolling down her cheek as her thighs clenched together and her walls clamped down around him. She was so goddamn close, he was going to make her cum any second. 

Coiling her hair around his fist like the leather of a leash, he dragged her back to rest against his shoulder and he kissed her deep. Muffling her noises with his tongue, biting down on her lower lip when she cried out, his hand snaked between her thighs from the front, focused entirely on her clit. 

She became a sobbing mess under his touch, panting and moaning at his rough touch against her.

Music Box Smut (Minors DNI) - 5 Sentences

As the music dug into her brain, seeping into her every synapse, rewiring her mind, her thoughts were in a state of war. One half controlled, ready to kill and destroy, the other desperate to please, filtered down to her base desires, animalistic and wild. He’d tested and proven his theory on so many unwilling subjects and now to have her at his fingertips fully accepting of whatever happened while she was under the effects of the conditioning, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little excited at the prospect. 

Her eyes snapped open, and the deep recesses of her mind could be seen in her eyes. Icy, cavernous and dark, no light could be seen in them at all. She pushed him off of her, her strength channeled into enough force to send him to the floor. Pulling away from the bed, shoulders and back rising up from it first, her feet landed on the wooden floorboards. Eyes kept focused entirely on him, stepping towards him with long strides as he backed up trying to regain his footing. 

Grabbing the rough camo of his jacket in her fist she dragged him up to stand and face her. Clawing at him once he was in her clutches, her nails ripped at his shirt as she dragged him down into her embrace and then forced him further down onto his knees. Kit’s fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as she gripped his ginger tresses tight in her fist and forced his head back, exposing his jugular. That cold, dead stare of hers traced down the length of his throat, over the bobbing of his adam’s apple and landed on where his arteries kept his blood flowing. 

“You gonna hurt me, angel?” Jacob asked, testing the waters, checking to see if any part of her might still be in there at all or if she was all machine. 

Her face remained placid, as static and unchanging as marble. “Only if you tell me to.”

[thesimfulbuilder]

Happy Winter everyone!

I took a small break to actually play with some of the new expansions I got for the holidays and spend some time with my husband. We had a good time this year but it was a struggle to get into the spirit on my part for sure. When I came back to the drawing board I was still feeling a bit burnt-out, started and demolished quite a few different concepts then finally stopped and reflected a bit on it. I watched some videos on tiny winter houses I had liked before and tried to get the juices flowing. Finally as I was watching I asked myself, what would be my dream winter vacation? No one around but my husband and hot water under falling snow and trees with fireplaces everywhere. Another video started and I had the fuel I needed, and so came this little love letter to my beautiful man!

So without further ado, I present Pine Falls Treehouse! This luxury Sim BnB treehouse will be the perfect romantic getaway you always dreamed of! Your own hot spring, sauna, full kitchen, and what I can only describe as the nap/video game room. Built to appreciate the snow in style and ALONE. And I think after this year a lot of us could use just that! Since it is a rental and based on a real life Air Bnb, I tried to make it feel like it with complimentary thermoses and snack packs, board games, and little things the host might have left for you, because those things are just so satisfying and I will never understand why lol.

The only cc items I used were:

Ravasheen - Counter Fit Fridges (thank you so much for these, all your mods are absolutely wonderful)

Max20 - Easy Bends Fireplace (thank you! I love your mod themes)

These items are totally replaceable functionally but without them I could not achieve the aesthetic I REALLY wanted, if you don't use CC this house could still be used with a little touchup. It also still looks really good in spring if anyone is curious. It blooms with those purple Granite Falls flowers and ivy all over, I was kind of surprised how pretty it was actually.

As usual you can find it on my gallery at thesimfulbuilder

If you are also interested in the real life inspiration you can find that here! It is the first house in the video :)

Thanks for reading!

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Happy January! November / December involved a whole lot of editing so I decided to make another roundup! Ngl this is mostly to prove to myself that I actually did a whole lot even though I feel like I didn't do enough because of the countdown being late, but I'm including it as part of December anyways so that I can start January as a fresh slate!

Countdown

12 Characters

Mercedes Delgado

Adhara Black

Mina Ambrosia

Clem Wayland

Hollis Everdeen

Ilsa George

Ophelia Wayne

Kirsty Gilmore

Erin Humphrey

Caroline Fox

Aurora Anderson

Mirella Gold

11 Ships:

Eloise Quinn

Valentina Wolfe x Audrey Hope 

Reese Masrani x Emilio Contreras

Ginevra Maroni x Bruce Wayne

Adelia Kline x Quinn Fabray

Ties That Bind

Delfina Baratheon x Oberyn Martell

Summer Sol x James Coleman

Maristela Carrillo x Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott

Aurélia Agreste x Luka Couffaine

10 Brotps:

Hollis & The Band

Topher Charming & Marnie Fitzwater-Hood

Emily & Luke Patterson

Betty Fabray & Finn Hudson

Cassia Potter & Dimitri Volkor & Sebastian Rosier

Camila Nelson & Will Byers

Luciana Davila & The LDB

Kennedy Quinlan & Alex Claremont-Diaz

Vanessa Kline & Jason Todd

Eva Nightborn & Gabriel Branwell

9 Christmas Aesthetics

Kirsty Gilmore

Cece Cartwright

Noelle Of Arendelle

Sophie Dugray

Cassia Potter

Aurora Anderson

Ivy Knight

Chessy Of Arendelle

Betty Fabray

8 Platonic Crossovers

Ava & Roni [ @thecaptainsgingersnap ]

Aurora & Sydney [ @megdonnellys ]

Thalia & Remy [ @cecexwrites ]

Dylan & HN [ @ocmerunaway ]

Jax & The Girls [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Ivy & Amelia [ @darknightfrombeyond ]

Gloria & Gabe [ @manyfandomocs ]

Kirsty & Richie [ @the-witching-ash ]

7 Romantic Crossovers

Angel x Roman [ @the-witching-ash ]

Will x Kit [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Lily x Greyson [ @manyfandomocs ]

Cassandra x Waverly [ @megdonnellys ]

Savannah x Andrew [ @the-witching-ash ]

Ariadne x Elys [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Coco x Matthew [ @manyfandomocs ]

6 Intros

Reese Masrani

Colton Cartwright

Hollis Everdeen

Ophelia Wayne

Aurélia Agreste

Nevaeh Murphy

5 Posters

Katia McKinley

Olivia Olsen

Coco Bates

Maristela Carrillo

Laura Hyde

4 Neglected OCs

Quinn Hargreeves

Briar Tyrell Stark

Caitlin Watson

Miranda Granger

3 Nicknames

Arianne Martin

Sabina Maximoff

Kirsty Gilmore

2 AUs

Sophie Dugray + Arranged Marriage

Kirsty Gilmore + Raised By Emily & Richard

1 Video

Kirsty Gilmore

[schrodingersdragon]

For all closeted witches: I feel your pain, here’s my attempt to help you guys out

Whenever I first started practicing, I was kinda all over the place, just looking for anything I could do that would get the job done but be discrete enough. There are tons of good videos on ways to make secret altars and little ways here and there to do hidden spells, and those are good sources and good things to do, but here are some specific types of witchcraft you can do that don’t look like magic at all:

1.Art magic

Not only is it really easy to get away with as it is literally just making art with magic/ magical intent fused into it, but there are so many things that this covers. Any form of art is acceptable, so not just drawing, but sculpting as well, and things that fit under this umbrella are even music magic and knot magic. Knot magic is infusing your intent or spell into every knot or stitch and can include crochet, embroidery, macrame, hand sewing, knitting, and rope bracelets. Music magic is using music that you either play on your phone or on an instrument to cast your spell or cleanse your space. If you do use an instrument or even sing, write your spells in song form and say the words in your head. It doesn’t even have to be original- just take the melody of an existing song that you either really like or has something to do with your spell and rewrite the words to suit your needs.

2. Kitchen witchery and/or herbalism (/plant magic)

Literally just get into gardening and grow plants and flowers that you pick and use in spells. Or work with the spirits of what you plant. Or both. And if you wanna go further, get into cooking so you can plant herbs in your garden, and use them in kitchen witchery. And you don’t really even need an herb garden if you wanna just do kitchen magic, just use what you have and buy the dried versions of the herbs you need as you go on.

3. Energy witchcraft

You’ll also hear this called energy work, but it’s a form of witchcraft that’s entirely invisible. It is completely built upon the manipulation and usage of your own energy and the energies around you. I’m not the best at explaining things but look up “Ivy the Occultist” on YouTube and watch everything she has about energy manipulation and her video on how to cast a spell and you’re good to go so long as you regularly practice. If you can hide books and your purchases from your parents, I recommend a book called “Psychic Witch” by Mat Auryn. I haven’t been able to read it myself but I’ve heard good things from the witchy YouTubers I trust and it has a lot to do with mental magic

4. Tech magic

This ones kinda difficult to work with, as a lot of it feels more like things we can use as an add on or guide to our practice rather than actual means to cast spells or whatnot, but there are a few things I’ve been trying out or a little while. First, if you can’t have an obvious tarot app, find this app called #SelfCare. It brands itself as a mental mindfulness app, and a lot of it is, but theres also a tarot feature that allows you one card pull a day along with its reversal and tells you what it means. There’s also this flower that you spend like twenty seconds growing and then this other thing where you take clouds away from the moon, and both these features could work as an oracle of sorts. There’s even a candle where you can set intentions with a bay leaf. Charge the app the way you would a real life tool or charge each feature individually, and you’re good to go. I also use another candle app with different colors, and a wedding bouquet maker if I want to use just flowers in a spell. Got Minecraft or some similar alternative? Make your altar in there. Cast your spells in there. There’s a ton of plants and crystals to work with, and even bones. Hell, give the spiders eye a correspondent. Go feral. An alternative to that is setting up your spell in a collage in whatever way best suits you, and whenever you do the thing where you double click your phone button and swipe up to completely close the tab, make that symbolize you sending that spell to the universe or a god or goddess. Use the shit outta emoji spells and send them off the same way. You can even make a summoning circle your notes app, they just won’t be as powerful as irl ones (but only by a little).

5. Glamour magic

Last one I swear. Glamour magic is most commonly used to alter the way one is perceived by others. It’s used a lot by people who need to come off really well to others in their day to day lives, but some parts can be used as cleansing. I’m starting to lose stamina but just look up “The Witch of Wonderlust” and “Chaotic Witch Aunt”’s videos on it and you’ll be good to go.

Misc tips

I lied there’s a little bit more:

Cleanse and charge all your jewelry with whatever intent you desire. If you find you’re very sensitive to other peoples energies, consider making your favorite piece a protection charm.

Get really into crystals. Just say they look really pretty and want them as room decor or even get a bunch of jewelry with them. Even ones that are actually just plastic or glass will work so long as you’re sure to cleanse and charge it with intent

Light candles. There are tons of uses for candles, and I once again recommend researching this on your own

Make sigils and hide them in places you know no one will look or in pen barrels if you write to manifest

BATH/SHOWER MAGIC. I love it so much. And if you live in Louisiana near Lafayette, go to the farmers market by that strip mall that has Twins (the burger place) and the old bowling alley and a few other places and pick up some epsom salt it is homemade and DIVINE. You don’t even need that tho- just imagine all the spiritual gunk from the day washing off you or chant a cleansing mantra

If you can, make moon water or sun water but make sun water SAFELY

If your home is hella catholic, use that. Use the rosaries and those little things you pin on the sun blockers in your car and any religious things you may own to your own magical advantage. Use prayers as spells. Find “Chaotic Witch Aunt”s video on Christianity and witchcraft and it will all make sense but in short: you don’t have to reach out to any of the Christian entities, you can simply use the power those things have to your advantage.

That’s all I’ve got for now, but know that it won’t always be like this. Know that one day you won’t have to hide what you love anymore. You’re not alone, and you will get free one day

[archiveikemen]

Morganatic Idol Prologue: Chapter 2

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Warnings and FAQ

A few days later…

Female Employee 1: Kawanaga, complete this data analysis!

Female Employee 2: Collate the results of this web survey into a table! I need it fast!

Female Employee 3: Do the data collection I need for my presentation! Hurry up!

Rina: On it!

Ever since the competition was announced, everyone at the office was more fired up than usual.

All the tasks assigned to me revolved around finding information on exe Creed.

(Everyone is desperately working on their project planning. I mustn't let myself lose to them.)

And yet, the amount of tasks constantly flowing in and piling up made it near impossible for me to work on mine.

(I need to get my project plan out one way or another…!)

…

On my day off, I went to the shopping district.

(If I can’t get anything done on a regular day, I’ll just have to work extra hard on my off days…!)

(exe Creed’s new song will be releasing today, and there's going to be a special MV broadcasted on the streets.)

(I hope that watching the MV will give me some ideas for the project.)

The broadcasting time for the MV was announced on the group’s SNS platforms.

As it got closer to the time, many young girls started gathering near the LED screen.

(Almost time…)

Everyone was waiting for the moment. And then… exe Creed appeared on the screen.

Girls: *fangirl screams*

(Wow, the cheering is incredible!)

The members danced and sang in a high quality video on the screen.

Young Lady 1: OMG! Isn’t the special edition MV the best!?

Young Lady 2: They’re SO cool! I’m glad I could catch the MV on the big screen!

The MV was certainly impressive, and everyone there was captivated by it and cheering with wild enthusiasm.

Rina: …

Thanks to the extensive research I had done on them lately, I knew in detail about the group’s discography, history, and members.

(With unrivalled glamour — Jace.)

(Drawing the attention of his audience with his wild dancing skills — Finn.)

(Dance moves as sharp as a precision instrument — Hugh.)

(The leader who brings each member’s individuality together in harmony — Ivy.)

(And… the member with an overwhelmingly powerful stage presence — Xeno.)

Rina: Amazing…

Their brilliance was mesmerising.

(I’m not very familiar with singing and dancing, nor did I know much about exe Creed before this.)

(Even so, I’m aware that there's something “special” about them. Their level of popularity is understandable. However…)

Many women around me were drawn by their performance on the screen and stopped walking to watch… and yet, something just felt off to me.

(What could it be? The visuals are flawless, their music and dance are impressive too… but something’s missing.)

Rina: I wonder what it is they're lacking…?

I continued watching their performance with intense concentration.

The camera zoomed in on Xeno, and his gaze turned towards it.

Rina: !

I instantly thought of something the moment my eyes caught his icy gaze.

(That’s IT! I must write down what I’m thinking of right now…!)

I pulled out a slip of paper and desperately jotted down my thoughts.

As though it were aiming for that “perfect timing”, there was a strong gust of wind.

Rina: Whoa…! Ah, my memo!

The slip of paper flew out of my hand and vanished in no time.

(Oh no…!)

It was too late for regrets. I gave up searching for it and wrote my ideas down on another slip of paper before turning to leave.

(I should get back as soon as possible. Before I forget about this feeling, I must put my plan together!)

— At the same time, a group of young men were standing a small distance from the LED screen and watching Rina’s movements.

??? (Jace): That girl’s facial expression while watching the MV was pretty intense.

??? (Finn): Doesn’t that show that she was captivated by our performance?

??? (Ivy): Hopefully, that’s the case. Anyway, the responses to the MV were better than expected. This promotional campaign was a success, right?

??? (Hugh): … There's a lot of people.

??? (Xeno): … Understood. I’m done observing the situation in front of the screen.

??? (Sakura): OK, let’s all get into the car then. We don’t have much time before your next schedule.

The rustling sound of paper came from underneath his shoe.

??? (Sakura): Hm? I stepped on something… a memo?

??? (Jace): Isn’t that the paper that girl from just now was writing on?

The man picked up the paper and read its contents… his eyes widened slightly.

??? (Sakura): …!

??? (Finn): What's up?

??? (Sakura): Nah, it's nothing. I thought I just saw something interesting. Fufufu.

??? (Ivy): ? I have no clue what's going on, but you seem quite happy…

[divinctions]

✿ ━━━━ songs from a bedroom : ep .

a chill they couldn't place and burning lungs like she'd ran a marathon that never happened haunted them from the moment they stepped off the plane. the amount of layers and numbers of deep breaths she took did nothing to quell the all consuming ailments. as days turned into weeks they wondered if it would always be like this. if her body was rejecting the change as much as a part of their heart did. there were too many eyes on them then. she couldn't turn back if they wanted to ( on nights where not even a brown leather jacket brought her comfort, oh did they w a n t to ). they owed it to their parents. to her sister who put her life on pause to help luna push theirs forward. they owed it to themselves. she wouldn't turn back. but they couldn't ignore the ache in their chest either. their needed to be a release. so they picked up their guitar, sat down at a keyboard, pressed record on a camera and used the mic to support the words they always found hard to say. there was a total of eight songs written before luna felt better. they weren't healed. some days were still worst than others, but she was better. better was a start. dropped quietly with little warning. nothing more than muted videos on an instagram story alluding to something coming, but never getting details on what. but over 4 months it had become completed projected. they were ready to let it go. these are those eight songs. / ( @santainspohq )

angel / beabadoobee

it's quiet. a darkened room illuminated by candlelight and a sniffle start the video recording as luna shifts in her bed. " it's two am and i just got off the phone with my mom. " a pause. they're unsure if they would begin to cry again, but it passes. quietly, but not without taking another piece of her voice. " it wasn't anything bad, i don't know why i'm so ⸻ " they felt the silence judging them, and so begun a delicate strum of a simple melody. anyway. she was telling me how proud she is and my dad is and my abuela is and my tia too, and my tia's novio and down the list " there's something of a laugh that slips through a mixture of gratefulness and guilt. " i should be happy, i am happy. but i think i'm also scared. very scared. "

you're not as brave as you may seem i'm scared of life it's in my blood so i blame myself i blame myself

the way i spoke / beabadoobee

imposter syndrome made itself comfortable in the depth of her ribcage. it was tearing them from the inside out. days consisted of wondering if they could really become a folklorist. if they could go down a path that wasn't previously paved by their father or their mother. perhaps it was subconsciously, or maybe they were aware that it was a fantasy. but they swore she had seen him. even if it was fiction, it was enough. pressure wound so tightly around her heart lessened for a moment. it carried them through their day. through the front door of her apartment, and too their bedroom window. it helped them pick up their guitar again, sit by the rain patterned window and hit record again, but the guilt wouldn't let them speak. so they just sat strumming, humming, singing until the thought of what they'd done wouldn't let her anymore.

the sky was dark in sight the moon was out but the sun was in your eyes no one talked, but i did you listened you said you liked the way i spoke

lug / juliet ivy

acting coaches only worked for pretending to be someone else. not a better version of yourself. luna learned that the hard way. worry from family and friends, pestering questions about how they were feeling when she was trying to bury in the closet where they found themselves hitting record on a friday night trying to pretend that she wasn't home. " i don't want to talk so i don't know why i turned this on. " voice is a whisper as they peeped to the door, frightened itzel might have found them out. " maybe that's what i should write next, but it's just ten minutes of white noise. " it might not have ten minutes, and it wasn't white noise either but luna spent the weekend locked in her room working on the song focused on how much she just didn't want to speak.

i rip off the zipper off my back and hide it so i'll never have to know what lives inside it even though, i'm the one who packed it i don't wanna face my decisions even though i'm the one who did this

tired / beabadoobe

living but their life wasn't theirs; it was routine. lug was meant to release the things she couldn't say out loud but all it did was cram them into the back of their throat and make it hard to breathe. she'd take care of nymph, spend time with their spiders, attend their classes, and not much else. monotony was scary. another night in the bed she hardly left. she pressed record but the words were like gotten in their mouth so they strummed instead, letting the things that scared them most to say find their way through a melody.

you haven't felt right for days is it the fact you never say what comes in your mind that day? maybe it's time to shut away cause i've never really felt okay

soren / beabadoobee

the same night rough cut of their heart was put into tired, luna returned to the same position. eyes were red from crying and their throat was dry, but they hit record anyway. " i've been trying to record this since i got to here actually. " her voice was hoarse; hands slightly shaking. being honest with themselves quietly was a lot different than being honest with themselves out loud. " i think i knew i would start to feel better if i recorded it ⸻ if i got it off my chest and i don't think i deserve that. i don't think i should feel better after what i did but i don't know. i don't think he would want me to think that, and i think he deserves to hear this even if he doesn't hear it right away. "

if there was a place that i had to choose or a memory that fades that i cannot lose if there was a place that i could call home before i'd die, you'd ought to know it'd be in your arms tonight

bestfriend / juliet ivy

trying was made easy with one carmen hernandez. from impromtu exploring and unintentional sleep overs; luna found a new home in her faster than in the apartment she was renting. it was with her that they produce the instrumental; trying to make it as upbeat as carmen. she wanted it to feel like a ray of sunshine because that what carmen was. the lyrics came later, an excited click of the record button and a small laugh. " these are probably corniest lyrics i've ever written. " the thought turning a small laugh into a joyous cackle.

i'm not under any obligation i just love you without hesitation when i'm with you i don't have to fake it fall asleep in my bed and i'll hold you cause you're my best friend

ceilings / beabadoobe

it had been weeks since the last song. the room she'd spent so much time in they knew how many wood panels lined her floor had hardly seen them. they'd began attending campus club meetings, meeting with teaching assistants, making new friends, and conversing with locals about their favorite myths. it was the first day they settled by their window with a guitar in hand. there was no record button near, but she knew they'd remember. they'd sing for themselves first, and share it later.

love me like a book that has no name let the birds sing let the fish swim and appreciate the life you live

we're all eating each other / juliet ivy

" i think death is very comforting. " it was surely the start the recording. " i just mean in the sense that the universe doesn't care about us, and we're literally all going to end up in the ground one day. none of us our important so why do we need to put so much pressure on ourselves to be perfect? for what? for who? we're all going to decompose and be used to grow trees or flowers or crops and then the generation after us and the ones after that will feed on those things. we're all eating each other. who gives a shit ? i think that's the most motivational thing i could ever thing of. "

cause we're all gonna die decompose into daffodils and dandelions the bees will use our flowers for whatever they like make the honey that our grandkids will put inside their morning tea it's the thing of life we're all eating each other

[balkanradfem]

So ever since I saw those beautiful little woven baskets from natural fibers, I couldn't stop thinking about them. My longing to make one superceeded all of my other needs, and I became determined to go out, find some stuff to make baskets from, and figure out how to make a pretty one!

Now, I've made baskets from newspapers, cloth, and pine needles before, so I know some basics, but I never made any from grasses, twine or wood, and the reason why I didn't, is because it seemed like a lot of work! I've seen one video on it, and a woman was describing this weeks long process of foraging, peeling, drying, then soaking the material, and I didn't even have space to do all these things.

However, now I found out you could make baskets from ivy twine, and not just that, you could make baskets from dandelion stems! I'm mad I didn't know about that one before. I figured that baskets, in the end, can be made from pretty much anything that is bendy or cord-like.

I have to admit I wasn't feeling very patient when I made this determination; I wanted baskets, now. So I came out one sunny afternoon feeling that stubbornness will make up for my lack of research; I would go out and drag back whatever material I could possibly bend. And then I would not go thru the hassle of peeling, drying, soaking or whatever it was it needed to prepare, no, I was gonna come home and make baskets immediately. What's the worst that can happen? My basket falls apart? It doesn't matter; I'm after the experience and finding out.

So walking by the riverbank, the first thing I found was thickly growing red water-spurts from some tree. I don't know what kind of tree it is, maybe it's just a big bush, but I noticed the branches were very bendy, and there were so many I wouldn't make any ecological impact if I took some, so I grabbed a handful! Then, I stumbled upon big goldenrod stems, and goldenrod is a medicinal plant, I've known about it for a while, and I was surprised to find just how fibrous and woody the stems are, and how bendy! Wow, I thought, this is even better than those tree spurts, I'm gonna collect even more of this. So I did. Here's my collection at that point:

Then, I went to the place I knew grew ivy, and I got me some of that too. I couldn't get a lot, and it's pretty gnarly, but, I figured I'll cover some stuff I know for certain can be made into baskets.

At the very end, I managed to find a meadow with some dandelions, and collected that too. These, I would have to dry, they're obviously not going to bend while raw, but hey, if it's possible to use them, I want to.

I did have to carry all of this in my hands thru the city, and at first I thought I would be self conscious about people staring at me, but then I forgot that I'm carrying all that stuff, because there were various cats outside, and I was busy trying to get the cats to allow me to pet them (I did get one, it was great.) People were staring at me with some degree of approval; I looked like I knew what I was doing, carrying all those raw materials around. Hehe.

So I get home, and the first material I wanna try is those red branches, I thought it was a good first-time thing to start with, and only then I tried to remember how to actually weave, and realized you need stronger pieces for the spine, and thinner ones for weaving around them. Oops. I was only collecting the strongest spurts. Ah well, I thought, still feeling nothing bad can happen even if I just do it with what I got. And this is what we ended up with:

At every point of this I'm telling myself, okay, but this is still 100% usable, I know it looks bad, but that basket could hold tomatoes like nobody's business if I finish it. It's strong, it's reliable, so what if it looks messed up? Produce wouldn't fall out! This is a good, practical, start to a basket!

And then, I ran out of red branches! So I figure, okay, let's just take the goldenrod stems then, they're the same color, it wouldn't be super noticeable. So I do, and discover immediately why people are not weaving with the goldenrod stems; they break. Yes, they're bendy, but if you try to bend it on an angle, it's immediately breaking. After trying and failing to add 3 different pieces, I had to give it a rest, and face that I would not be having a basket at the end of the day.

I did, however, gain a lot of experience! Lot of my curiosity answered. I'm thinking now, that drying and soaking all this stuff probably adds to the bending properties, and would allow me to manipulate the material more easily, and that's why people are going thru the hassle. It also made it clear that it would be  easier to make baskets using one stronger material as a spine part, and another, more cord-like, as the material to weave around it.

I'm not terribly disappointed, this is how learning works. I'm aware that in order to make any kind of pretty basket, I would be first doing 3-5 very ugly and misshapen ones, but as you can still use those for a purpose, I would be creating practical items! I'm still tempted to go out and gather more of these red branches just to finish the messed up basket I've started, because I don't want to throw it away, it's my first and I love it.

I'm still drying the dandelions and the ivy, so eventually I will be attempting baskets out of these too, will keep you posted! Once I know how to make a simple one, I can try for the more complex ones. I also am waiting to make a few big ones that I can use, before making the small adorable ones!

[zet-zets-blog]

Spring 2023- one of the darkest periods of my life. Why didn't anyone warn me of how much of a rollercoaster ride entering your 30s would be?! This was also my last semester in grad school. I did a very expensive and not really worth it (tbh) urban planning degree from Columbia- a university that truly sucks the life out of you. I am describing that feeling here as: imagine yourself living in an ongoing gentrified neighborhood that's OVER policed, a food desert with alot of New York transplants that also happen to be very wealthy and have huge egos. YEAH- that was the start of my 2023.

Broke off my engagement because my ex partner had the audacity to ask me for an open relationship BEFORE our wedding this year?! AND HOOKED UP WITH MY BEST FRIEND IN GRAD SCHOOL literally after a couple of days of us being broken up?! Him and this ex bestfriend were there during the funeral I held for my sister. Sooo, Yeah no...

Ended up starting the year with a broken heart, that's still grieving their sister's death WHILE ALSO writing a thesis so I can graduate my grad program! I honestly cannot emphasize how stacked life felt like during the beginning months of this year. I was in a really REALLY dark place, and its interesting too because these were the moments where I learned SO MUCH about myself and just life and love in general.

Grief has a way of asking you your whys. Why are you living here? Why are you in grad school? Why columbia? What are you doing with your life? Are you even happy? Is that prestige really worth it? What ARE your values and are you living by them? Do you like yourself? What do you truly want? What is life? Like seriously, what is life? Its as if, you had to answer every question all at once or else you just fall in an eternal abyss.

And yet, the journey of grief is SO WORTH IT. The amount of peace you find at the end of that dark dark tunnel is euphoric- A NATURAL HIGH.

Hello dear readers (well whoever you may be!)

My name is Zet, I'm a storyteller that's currently living the 3rd decade of her life in this charming neighborhood called Sunset Park. I LOVE IT HERE! After being surrounded by ivy league kids and out of touch professors I have officially got myself out of the hellhole that is Manhattanville. I'm living in a majority immigrant enclave now, where I can wheel my granny cart to TONS of ethnic grocery stores! I live in this prewar apartment building, where I will need to climb three flights of stairs everyday. Finally living a life where I am completely... alone. I've also become that JOMO (joy of missing out) Tita- I just like smoking with friends at my fire escape, I schedule 10-year plan video-call hangouts with friends that live in other cities. At 30, I am WAAY more reflective, chill and genuinely content with how life feels and looks like right now. <3 It's funny how much can change in just a year. How much CAN HAPPEN within a year. How your life can completely turn a 180, be at your lowest point where you truly let the darkness take over you to a period in your life where you're seeing the magic in life's everyday.

If you would've asked me when I was 16 if I see myself living in this CONCRETE JUNGLE new york city, living alone in a 1 bed apt. , and still pursuing my writing? I would laugh so much and might also tell you to pray for me. Yeah, how can this Palayog girl live a life just like in the romcom movies and tv shows that she grew up watching? It's WIILD! I think I really did underestimate myself back then. You see, I've always felt like I was just existing since I was four. Life has always felt so random and too dramatic that I had convinced myself that I am in just a VERY LONG life simulation. Yet, here I am, existing and thriving, surrounded by so much love and genuine friendships. <3 Still living a full life, working for that true post-colonial world that's driven by community care.

[prythianpages]

Once again, I’m hyped for the ask game 🫡

Sage and Ivy ? <3

Hi! 😊

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

Music! Especially live music. I love the feeling it can invoke (I literally get goosebumps sometimes from hearing certain music), the comfort it can bring or the immediate angst it can bring to movies/shows. Also, the various ways a song can be delivered. I do enjoy other mediums of art but music is the quickest way to get me emotional.

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

I feel like I wear my heart on my sleeve so it's very easy to tell what I'm feeling unfortunately. You can tell I'm annoyed, upset or tired because I'll be quiet and tend to isolate myself/step back and avoid eye contact. You can tell I'm happy when I'm actually talking, engaging or taking pictures/videos.

Based of this ask game.

[taegularities]

Hello lovely Rid 💕💕

HAPPY CMI ANNIVERSARY!!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

So since the thing I wanted to do for today still isn't done 😔😔😔 I just wanted to drop in and say happy birthday to one of my favourite series I've ever read. And to thank you for creating it too, of course.

I genuinely love every single word and scene from it, I think about it all the time too. So many things will remind me of it - art, flowers, songs... the word angel... and I'll just find myself thinking about them. Thinking about their video calls while Jungkook was away 🥺🥺🥺 thinking about the body painting scene 😫😫😫 thinking about the fact that they're still not together 😭😭😭 I just honestly love them so damn much!!!

I really wish that my full love letter was done in time, but I'm really excited to finish it! I have some of my motivation back though and I'll even work on it some tonight!! It requires me rereading cmi again and I swear every single time I read it, I find new things to marvel at. New paragraphs to read over and over, new scenes that make me blush and smile so wide, all while having a feeling of familiar comfort at the same time. Here's what I'm currently working with:

It might already be at over 1k words with just a bunch of scrambled thoughts from my reread of the first chapter and some half baked ideas about the structure of it all 😅 We'll see how it will turn out though, we all know how much I like to ramble...

Anyway, thank you once again, Rid, for creating such a beautiful story that I truly adore with my whole heart. I'm off to reread the second chapter now 💞💞💞

ivi, are you kidding

you know i'm a crybaby, why did you make me tear up so bad (and i'm not even kidding, like, find a picture of my tears under the cut after wiping them like kjshakjdjg) !! it means the fucking world to me that you've grown to love them so much. i was inspired by a (not so) harmless vcr, and i truly didn't think this series would touch so many people. the fact that you think of them so much makes me feel so damn warm – it's so comforting to know that, once this is over, i won't be the only one who'll find memories of them in tiny things like colours... flowers... art :(

please don't worry about finishing right away and take your time. but do know that i literally started crying when i read the title of your essay. comforting moments of intimacy???? (LMFAO STOP I'M TEARING UP AGAIN I HATE THIS) like are you kiddingggg 😭 ivi, i can't freaking wait for this. i swear the moment you send/post it, i'll hide somewhere, bc i know i'll be crying my eyes out. thank you so much for being here and bringing so much light and comfort to my day. you have no goddamn clue how much i love you. please do remember that you're more than just a reader to me, and i won't ever be able to express my gratitude, like ever... 🤍

and here are the Tears Ivi Caused LMAO </3

[eldritch-thrumming]

I'm a cis het female, but I'm always trying to learn and be an ally. My lesbian niece is a Gaylor, so I'm at least passingly familiar with some of the ways people thought her music was queer coded.

But I'm interested in why you personally feel betrayed by Taylor.

(It might seem obvious from someone with your subject position, but I'm confused as an outsider. A debunked theory doesn't seem to be enough... Has she been actively homophobic? Tried googling and it was a shitshow.)

gonna preface this by saying sorry to my mutuals and followers who hate t*ylor sw*ft--i already lost like ten followers for posting about this lol

for anyone curious, this is the nyt article i'm referencing and this is the response planted in cnn.

if you're at all familiar with the online fandom, then you know that there's a stark divide between fans that consider themselves "hetlors" and fans that consider themselves "gaylors." the gaylor camp is focused on queer readings of her music, uncovering what they consider to be queer flagging, and making references and connections between taylor and other gay artists. the hetlor camp is focused on spreading violent homophobia in gaylor's comments. i personally consider myself a part of the gaylor community because of my interest in doing queer readings of mainstream media, even though i personally don't believe that t*ylor sw*ft herself is gay and i don't really care one way or another--her personal identity doesn't affect the way i choose to interpret and read her music.

HOWEVER, it's important to point out that t*ylor has made many, many, many overt references to queer artists and queer culture--whether she's gay or not, it's dishonest and a rejection of her work to deny that she's made these references. here are some examples:

the song "ivy." many fans have speculated about the references of the album evermore to the themes of dickinson's poetry, specifically the song "ivy." this has been a long-time fan theory, doubly fueled by the fact that evermore dropped on dickinson's birthday. t*ylor seems to have confirmed this theory by allowing the use of the song in the show dickinson, when emily and sue reunite after a big fight and the publication of one of emily's poems (i don't watch the show, so sorry abt some narrative details here lol).

2. dedicating a performance to loie fuller. during the rep tour, taylor dedicated her performance of the song "dress"--largely consider one of her queerest songs--to fuller, a gay choreographer and dancer.

3. on the eras tour, she plays dusty springfield's "you don't own me" directly before she comes on stage. springfield was pretty openly bisexual for the 1960s and made quite a few statements about being with women. in 1990, she released her thirteenth studio album titled reputation, with black and white cover art. there are also some 1989 tv/dusty springfield color references in the cds.

4. she references the lakes poets. she published the song "the lakes" as a bonus track on folklore, which is a clear reference to the lakes poets, especially wordsworth, who was gay.

5. she made herself the gay sheriff of gay town.

6. she posted a picture to her own insta with a friendship bracelet that very clearly said "PROUD" with the colors of the bi flag. she wears the bi flag in her hair in the YNTCD music video where, again, she makes herself the gay sheriff of gay town.

7. she explicitly states "gay pride makes me, me" in the making of the ME! music video (i want to say this is in the Miss Americana documentary, but i honestly don't remember)

8. she has used the phrase "hairpin drop" in two separate songs. the phrasing first appears in "rwylm," a bonus track on evermore, where she sings "i swear you could hear a hairpin drop"--"dropping hairpins" is a historical phrase in the queer community that means dropping hints that you're a part of the community. now this one i've always been iffy on, but i think the intention is undeniable when we get to the midnights 3am track "the great war" where she returns to this phrasing. the lyrics in "the great war" is "finger on my hairpin trigger"--there's no way this is a mistake with the way that the fandom went so crazy over the phrasing in "rwylm." she herself has repeatedly referenced the online community and she's very aware of the conversations her fans are having--there's no way she didn't know we were talking about this. using the phrasing a second time by changing the traditional phrase ("hair trigger" and "you could hear a pin drop" are the traditional phrases) is undeniably intentional.

ok so. these are JUST the references that have been overt, explicit, and very clearly intentionally reference queer culture, queer history, and established queer flagging.

what's really important here is that the nyt article outlines these references, which are confirmed, among others made in taylor swift's public performances and published artwork, including lyrics and album ephemera. no where in the article does the author speculate on individual muses of any song or posit an opinion about her personal relationships. the article is focused on the gay fans and the ways we have built a community with each other through lyrical analysis and interpretation.

the important thing to note about t*ylor sw*ft is that she very rarely makes explicit public statements about anything published about her or any rumors about her in the press. that's why there was so much uproar about tree paine (her publicist) directly addressing the rumors that deuxmoi is perpetuating about a marriage to joe alwyn--because it's not normal. instead, she tends to speak more covertly through showing up places with people (for example, she went to dinner with sophie turner after the news of their divorce broke), making references through her style (wearing the color of a current era or the next era coming up), releasing new music (she addressed the matty healy scandal by releasing a song with ice spice and having her join the tour for one night!).

so with that being said, unless and until taylor or tree comments openly about either of these articles, we have to understand the cnn response as her opinion and coming from her camp. (i currently think this came from her father, as he's been very heavy handed in her pr lately.)

if you actually read the nyt article, there's literally nothing wrong with it. so to frame this opinion piece as "dismaying," "invasive," and "inappropriate" is capitalizing on established homophobic tropes about the queer community. why is it "dismaying" to be mistaken for a gay person? why is it invasive to read someone's work and say "hmm, there's a blatant queer reference here, i wonder if she's trying to tell us something." "i wonder if this person is gay" is a morally neutral statement. this response in cnn has given her straight fans license to go after her gay fans even harder than they did before. some of my mutuals and friends have been getting death threats, one has been doxxed previously and i'm worried it will happen again, and our comments are being inundated with slurs.

the reason i feel personally betrayed by taylor is because she has repeatedly capitalized off of my community as outlined above (and again, these are only the references that have been confirmed--there are plenty more ("dear reader," "paris," "hits different," "cowboy like me," "dress," "seven," "this is me trying," "high infidelity," "maroon," i could literally go on and on) and then allows the media and her fans to drag us through the mud and frame our community as aggressive, invasive, and repeatedly sexualize us by insisting that our sexuality and community is solely about who we fuck. if i get called gross, disgusting, or invasive one more time for stating that "bet i could still melt your world, argumentative antithetical dream girl" is gay, i will literally fucking lose it.

you cannot repeatedly and routinely reference openly gay artists in your work and then become "dismayed" when your gay fans recognize those references and begin to make connections. if you're a real ally, you would see nothing wrong with being perceived as gay. because there's nothing wrong with being gay! she has built her career off of autobiographical, confessional style writing and the interactions of fans speculating on who songs might be about. i'm old enough to remember the liner notes that revealed who each song was about! you can't foster that type of relationship with your fans and then turn around and get upset with them for caring about this stuff and recognizing patterns.

so i'm just kind of over it. and i'm over her being a billionaire climate criminal who emits 1900x the global average of carbon in tons and getting away with it. i'm over her remaining silent on palestine and allowing her film to be shown in israel. she cannot simultaneously be a mastermind genius business woman and also a billionaire bound by contracts and lyrical phrasing that she has no control over. the fandom sucks and she sucks for not defending us despite using her "allyship" for monetary gain, regardless of her personal identity. the gay community has taken enough hits from her and her fans, i'm done and i'm out.

ETA: i know this reads as angry in some places and that's because i am angry, but totally not at you, anon. i know you were asking this question in good faith, i'm just still in my feelings about this and dodging so much hate on tiktok.