#maya hawke has taken over my mind

[bisexualspidermansblog]

maya hawke acting with her eyes>>

[ptolemveamoved]

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 ... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 ?

everyone deserves a fresh start — especially the residents of hawkins, indiana . some are beginning to question if the town is cursed but an unlucky few know the truth about the seemingly - quaint town . after being plagued by tragedy and defeating the mind flayer , everyone is hoping that their suffering has come to an end ... but living in hawkins is never that easy . despite the current lull , they can only wonder if the chaos is finally over or if what’s to come could be worse than what they’ve conquered in the past . 

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲.

a canon - divergent and head - canon enthused stranger things roleplay taking place after the events of season three , leading into the events of season four . all muns and muses must be 20+ , canon and original muses are permitted , standard rules of etiquette apply . mutuals and/or those who liked the previous interest post will be given preference . 

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.

standard rules apply . we’re adults and we know the basics  !

( 1 ) no ooc drama , no godmodding , no ship chasing , no bubble roleplaying .  keep negativity / rants in the chat minimal . i am here for you if something is wrong but please be mature about your complaints and concerns . if you cause ooc drama , you’ll be removed with NO WARNING .

( 2 ) mature themes are likely going to be present in this verse so be mindful before applying . please censor triggering material and mark channels as nsfw , if necessary . muns, muses and faceclaims must be 20+ . ideally for the younger group , they’re between the ages of twenty and twenty - one with the older group being twenty - two or twenty - three . 

( 3 ) as stated in the interest post , i do want to keep this on the small and intimate side but i don’t have a mun cap in mind . you’re allowed to play three muses . due to the lack of diversity within the show , i highly encourage thinking outside the box with fcs for the younger group since their faceclaims can’t be used and being as diverse as possible when bringing in original characters . at least ONE of your muses MUST be gender - diverse or a person of color .

( 4 ) although real life always comes first , please don’t join if you are not able to adequately contribute to the group . this will be a collaborative space with no activity limit ... don’t take advantage of that . since this group is set in the 80s , one - liners and paras will be preferred . i will allow occasional text threads due to convenience ( we’ll use our imagination and pretend it’s a quick walkie talkie convo or something ) but face - to face - interactions should get precedence . 

taken list :

mike wheeler portayed by eli hewson , written by lari .

will byers portrayed by froy gutierrez , written by j . 

eleven / jane hopper ,portrayed by auli'i cravalho ,  written by ivy .

dustin henderson portrayed by dylan arnold , written by ron . 

nancy wheeler portrayed by natalia dyer , written by candice .

suzie portrayed by maris racal , written by holly .

lucas sinclair portrayed by algee smith , written by barbie .

max mayfield portrayed by bianca finch , written by lex .

steve harrington portrayed by joe keery , written by drew .

eddie munson portrayed by joe quinn , written by jamie .

robin buckley portrayed by maya hawke , written by jamie .

sawyer whitaker portrayed by sarah catherine hook , written by ron .

vivian “vee” amarin portrayed by fah yongwaree , written by jules .

kelly ward portrayed by willow allen , written by jules .

fleur mendoza portrayed by pasabist , written by drew .

angelica “angie” molina portrayed by zion moreno , written by j .

𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. - please send your app through my submit !

( fc , gender, pronouns ) is that first last standing in line at scoops ahoy ? they’re a age in letters year old that can be described as positive and negative . i think they’re currently working as a/n occupation and their friends would describe them as 2-3 aesthetics . written by alias, pronouns, age, url.

[esmayines]

𓏲  *   ( Camila Mendes, cisfemale, she/her, Maya Hawke )   ⸺   pictures of ESMEY INES RIBEIRO have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to fighting in a well known club with a music rival while on illegal substances — i'm not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their form fitting Gucci mini skirt, Miu Miu top, high heeled boots, perfectly manicured nails, and Prada sunglasses, i'm not surprised to hear that they are considered part of the BLUE BLOODS. after 31, they've managed to garner a reputation for being more captivating than guarded, but their critics say that they're more self absorbed than driven when they aren't too busy focusing on their huge social media following ; unhealthy caffeine intake ; and going on long drives to nowhere. when they aren't occupied with their work as a musician/songwriter and actress, they've been sighted in the reformer pilates studio taking classes. reputation.com has taken to calling them NEPO BABY in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ).  ──    Indi again!   

BIOGRAPHY

drug abuse tw, depression tw, self harm tw

Mom is a famous actress, dad is a renowned musician, so what do you get? California’s finest nepo baby in the form of Esmay Ines Ribeiro. Born to Selina Ribeiro and Carlton Ines in Palm Springs, California she was their only child and thus their little angel. Even if she wasn’t even close to being a divine deity - that would require her to not be a jumped up spoiled little asshole for more than five seconds. It wasn’t that she was a bad person she had just been afforded every luxury growing up. Money bought you comfort, security, an education, designer clothes as well, but apparently it couldn’t buy you security inside your own mind. If she had to hear the words ‘what do you have to be sad about?” one more time the chances are Esmay would go swinging for whoever’s mouth it had come out of because they were words she’d been hearing all her life. 

Still she had used her love of music and the creative to provide herself an outlet all through school, not the brightest girl academically she thrived in the theatre, art, and music programs without issue. Naturally pretty and with a pedigree that made people want to be around her just for association with the top 1% she didn’t struggle for friends but maybe it would have done her some good if she had. Her depression had started to develop around the time she hit puberty, fuelled by body image issues that spilled over into other aspects of her life including her own feelings of self worth. Suddenly she would get into such negative self loathing mainframes she would spent days at a time in bed, hiding out from the world, sometimes crying and sometimes just laying there staring at the ceiling. she is pretty fast and loose when it comes to taking her medication, as well as going to see her therapist. When she’s feeling good the woman is convinced she doesn’t need one, it’s only when that crippling depression hits her like a school bus that she is in a position where she needs someone to talk to. Only problem is that those are the times, sometimes weeks in succession, where she doesn’t get out of bed. Not particularly helpful when it comes to her public facing career - having starred in several big television series with cult followings starting at the young age of seventeen, and currently working on her second album, she has a huge social media following that could be both so kind and so cruel. 

Recently she spent her days writing her own music mainly, she uses it as a emotional escape to say things that otherwise would remain bouncing around in her head, often painfully. Her songs show a side of her you can't see anywhere else including when she's on screen since she's speaking someone else's words. So yes, she spends a lot of time writing and recording, but also partying her face off. She is a vibrant young woman who loved to socialise, be out with friends, to be in the spotlight, and explore her own creativity through her music and acting. Writing songs for and about friends, family, situations she got herself into, anything that sparked her inspiration. Everything around her. It was only when she was hit with her depression and insecurity that the girl changed into a shell of herself, it could be hard to watch according to people she had talked to about it in the past. She would become hard, cold towards those she even considered her closest confidants, and drown herself in vices. Push everyone away by feeding into this false sense of superiority afforded to her from who her parents were and it was in the long run incredibly detrimental. 

Esmay wants to be a good person, to protect those around her that she loves, to bring the highest level of art to the world so she can best express herself but sadly her own issues often get in the way. Dug abuse, depression, partying tendencies, an explosive temper, and a materialistic streak she can be a hard nut to crack at the best of times. How could she be expected to know the way to forge solid lasting relationships when she'd grown up surrounded by ones plagued by ulterior motives.

[hawksward]

F**k Him, He’s a DJ (Hawks/Reader Music Industry AU)

Summary: A year after your separation from your former girl group, your solo career is just getting started. It only needs some extra oomph. Enter world renowned DJ, Hawks. Here to give you more than what you bargained for.

Pairing: DJ! Hawks (Keigo Takami)/ Singer! Reader

Rating: E+

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: sex without a condom, drunk sex, cunnilingus, ragging on DJ’s, dirty talk if you squint

Notes: Hi All! Its been a hot second since I’ve written smut and this is the first time for my favorite bird boi. Music Industry AU’s are a weakness of mine. Please enjoy!!

Special shout out to @shinsotired​ for beta-ing my trash 

“No. Absolutely not. Under no conditions will I work with him.” Water splashed everywhere as you slammed your water bottle onto the table. “I’ll take anyone else you give me.”

Maya, your manager, let out a hefty sigh before adjusting her tight ponytail. She had only taken the position a short year ago after you ditched your former girl group the moment you turned 18. They couldn’t pay you enough to sign another contract describing in detail the ‘cute’ and ‘pure’ image you were expected to maintain. It was time to turn a new, edgier, leaf.

Just not with an insufferable asshole as your first collaboration.

“Hawks has been the only DJ on the top 10 list consistently. Plus you work for the same label. He’s already created the track and we’ve written the lyrics. All you have to do is show up and sing. Maybe do some appearances on his tour.” Maya didn’t take her eyes off her tablet “You’re an established name, but you need to prove yourself again. Now suck it up, he’ll be here any minute.”

The door nearly flew off its hinges with the force Hawks used. You’d never seen him in person before, and he was definitely shorter than you imagined. Not like you could talk. He wore a beige bomber jacket lined in sherpa and a simple pair of jeans. Far simpler than you’d seen him wear on stage.

“Y/N,” Maya put on her biggest, most professional smile, “I’d like to introduce Keigo Takami, or as he more commonly goes by on stage, Hawks. Keigo this is Y/N.”

“Ah good girl gone bad.” His smirk was infuriating. “So this is what I’m working with.”

He circled you, like a bird ready to strike its prey. Taking in every inch of you. Anger continued to rise in the pit of your stomach as he came to a halt. Putting his fingers to his chin in contemplation.

“Something to say?” You questioned, arms folded across your chest.

“Nah.” His fingers raked through his blonde locks “This’ll be fine. I always liked a challenge.” He gave you a wink.

Offended didn’t come close to how you felt about his comment. A challenge, not for you but for him. The bastard probably thinks you don’t have what it takes to succeed in a solo career.

“A challenge?” You rose from your seat to meet him head on, despite being a whole head shorter.  “I’ll have you know I’m a fucking professional.”

“She’s got small dog syndrome too!” He nearly folded in half with laughter “Don’t worry, Maya, I’ll play nice with her.”

He knew all the right buttons to push to send you into a rage. Half moons formed on your palms as you exercised every ounce of self control you had. You wanted nothing more than to tell him where exactly he could shove his bullshit.

“Great!” Maya grabbed you by the arm “She will see you in the studio first thing tomorrow morning!” There was no mercy as she pulled you through the door, not giving you the chance for the final word.

The next morning came too fast for your liking. You arrived 15 minutes before your scheduled meeting time, canister of warm tea in hand, wishing it was coffee instead. You were no stranger to the ins and outs of taking care of your voice. It was your livelihood after all.

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“Morning Chickadee”

You recoiled at the name, noticing Keigo standing in the doorway. Takeout coffee in hand. He sauntered in, throwing his jacket on the back of his chair before setting his coffee down on a nearby table. He pushed himself in his chair over to his soundboard, letting everything boot up.

“Do you need a minute to warm up or are you already ready for the main event?” He gave you a quick wink before diverting his attention back to his equipment. You couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Like I said before, I’m a professional. I’m ready to start whenever you are”. You took your place in the soundbooth on the opposite end of the room. Slipping your headphones over your ears before checking to make sure your mic was on.

Take. After take. After take. He had a problem with everything.

“You’re too pitchy in the chorus”

“What the fuck is this breathy shit? Stop making it weird.”

“Are you even capable of being sexy?”

The last one bothered you the most.

“Stop being picky because you don’t fucking like me!” You ripped the headphones off before storming out of the booth “There was nothing wrong with that take!”

Keigo rolled his eyes, straightening himself out in his chair before removing his headphones. “You think I’m being picky? My fans will never buy whatever fake sexy shit you’re selling.”

“ Your fans?” The fangs were coming out now “Do you even have fans? All you do is stand behind a laptop and wave your arms around like an idiot.” DJs had no performance value in your mind. Sure, they could make a good track but they were worthless live.

“Yeah, my fans.” He didn’t seem phased at all. Even his body language exuded confidence. “This is my track, Sweetheart. You’re just the feature.”

Your muscles tensed as he said it. Maya had you convinced that this would be the last track on your album, something to really set you apart. You should have known this was a publicity stunt to gain you some of his fans. The room went silent. Hawks shook his head.

“Have you ever even seen a live set?” He rested his elbows on his knees, folding his hands to hold his chin “Not some prom shit. But an actual, full blown set at a club? I’m talking about mixing your own tracks to spinning.”

You scoffed “When would I have time? Some of us are trying to debut.”

“Tonight.”

Taking a step back, you narrowed your eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m taking you to a set tonight. Consider it part of the creative process.”

He rose from his chair, tossing his jacket over his shoulder before walking out the door. A quick wave and a nod was all Hawks gave before he left the studio. You were dumbfounded.

A loud buzz came from your pocket revealing a text from an unknown number.

I’ll pick you up at 10. Wear something sexy.    -Kei

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At 9:55pm you stood outside the apartment. After spending hours trying to determine what was considered ‘club sexy’ you settled on a short black dress and the highest pair of heels you owned. Crisp night air filled your senses as you took in the city. It would have been peaceful if it weren’t for some douchebag pulling up to the curb in a sports car, flashing the lights like a strobe.

The window rolled down to reveal Keigo in a slim fit shirt and jeans. He let out a low whistle, his eyes trailing down before returning to your own. “You clean up nicely”

You rolled your eyes, walking to the passenger side and easing yourself into the car. The dress slipped up your thighs as you adjusted in the seat. Keigo made no attempt to hide his eyes drifting to your legs during the ride to Sky Parlor, Tokyo’s premier nightclub.

He was in his element. Bodies parted around him as he led you to the roped off center area of the club. The place was already full and from what Keigo said, the headliner had yet to perform. You nestled yourself into a corner of the booth, careful not to trip over the short table in front. Someone already dropped by to place a bucket full of ice along with a bottle of tequila onto the table.

Keigo popped the bottle open with ease, filling two shot glasses to the brim “What do you say we toast?” he shouted into your ear, barely coming across as a whisper muddled in all the noise “To a successful partnership?”

You grabbed the glass out of his hand, clinking it to his before shooting the liquid. The burn warmed up your insides as you grabbed the bottle to pour another “Better do two to be safe.”

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but the bottle was half empty. There was now enough liquid courage running through your veins to let loose. It didn’t hurt that your girl group reputation wasn’t there to drag you down either. As much as you hated to admit it, the DJ was putting on a good show.

Your hips moved with the beat, hands running down your body before making their way up to the air. The atmosphere was intoxicating, your body moving in time to the bass. You hardly noticed when Keigo snaked his arms around you, allowing his hands to drift to your hips. He pulled you tight to his chest, his body moving in time with your rhythm.

If you were sober you might have put up more of a fight when he began to grind his hips into you, greedy for more contact. Your arms moved up to snake around his neck, bringing his face closer to your own. Keigo’s breath grazed the shell of your ear as you moved in sync, seeming to raise the temperature in the room by at least 10 degrees.

You turned to face him, allowing his knee between your legs as you continued to grind your hips into him. His eyes were lidded, lips barely parted open.  Your fingers traced along his jawline, your lips parting to meet his.

Before you had time to process the music began to fade, the DJ picked up his mic to pass it over to the next artist.

“Thanks everybody! Hope you’re having a great time tonight!” The crowd cheered “We’ve got a really special guest here tonight. Rumor has it he’s going to let us preview a new track. Everyone welcome to the stage HAWKS!”

Keigo detangled himself from you at a speed you didn’t think possible, flashing a large smile to the crowd. Bouncers guided his way to the front stage, keeping him safe for all but the roaming hands of strangers. You slid into your seat, pouring yourself another shot of tequila to make up for your disappointment.

When Hawks took the stage he exuded energy. The hum of excited crowd chatter filled the club while he set up. “How’s everyone doing tonight?” His cheeky smile radiated under the harsh lights. The entire crowd erupted into cheers. You even managed to catch a few I love you’s and a Fucking marry me already!

Hawks winked at the crowd, blowing a kiss in the direction of the rogue comments. “I have a special treat, it’s a new track I’ve been working on off my new album.” He let out a laugh before continuing “This one’s dedicated to a special someone who thinks all I do is push play on my laptop”

The blood rushed to your face as the track started. Thankfully he decided not to drop a name or else his fans might have mauled you.

He was good, great even. Almost good enough to make you admit it. His energy on stage was contagious, waving his arms in the air causing the crowd to follow. You could see why he was #2 on the charts. Maybe Maya was onto something.

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The night was a blur of stolen glances, tequila shots, and deafening music. Keigo, ever the gentleman, booked both of you an Uber back to his place. Something about ‘strike while the inspiration is hot’.

Keigo’s apartment was the penthouse of one of the tallest buildings in the city. The place was beautiful. Tall ceilings, windows open to the glow of the city night. Everything someone would expect from a successful artist.

“Follow me” Keigo motioned “I have a home studio. We should be able to get some work done in there.” He led you to a smaller room, crammed with every piece of recording equipment imaginable. “Start from line 17.”

Shimmying through a sea of tech, you made your way into the corner where a small mic was set up. No glass to separate you from the rest of the studio. Tequila still running through your veins, you began to wonder if now was the best time to record. Your words were probably slurring already.

The words came out like vomit. Completely unsexy. You caught Keigo’s eye and could already tell he was pissed. At least if he came home drunk to work he didn’t have to worry about opening his mouth.

“What the hell was that?” He asked, eyes narrowed. “Is that what you call sexy?” Keigo removed his headphones and leaned back into his chair. “Let’s try something. Seduce me.”

“I’m sorry, what?” arms folded across your chest.

“You heard me. If I don’t buy it, my fans won’t.” Fuck, the man didn’t shut up about his fans. You tentatively walked over to him, unsure how to fulfill his request. No one asked you to seduce them before. The man sitting before you looked unphased as you slid your hair to the side, exposing your neck. You ran your hands down your chest, moving down your thighs. You were too drunk for this shit.

Keigo laughed, “have you never seduced anyone before?” He rose from his chair, inching closer to you, like a predator fixated on his prey. “No bringing a boy band member home and hoping no one finds out?”

Your back was against the wall as he slammed his hand into the foam soundproofing, keeping you locked in place. “Trying to keep quiet so your roommates don’t hear you breaking the rules?” His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”

Blood rushed to your face “Of course not!” you practically shouted “I’ve slept with multiple people.” Which was not any of his business. You weren’t sure why you blurted it out.

A smirk graced Keigo’s features. He was enjoying the rise he was getting out of you. His other hand pushed a strand of hair out of your face, succeeding in making you even more flustered. Your nerve endings were on fire, begging to be touched. Tequila swirling in your mind, encouraging you to give in.

“You’re supposed to be seducing me, not the other way around.” His breath caused goosebumps.

“Please just shut up.” You turned your head to avert your eyes, the blush still painfully apparent on your cheeks. Keigo grabbed your chin, pulling your eyes back to his.

“Only if you make me.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, you went for it. Grabbing a fistfull of his hair, you closed the distance between you. It didn’t take long for him to take the lead, his lips bruising your own. His teeth pulled on your lower lip, causing you to let out a small sigh. Keigo used the chance to grant his tongue entrance, fighting your own for dominance.

Limbs intertwined, your hands clenched the back of his shirt. Keigo’s mouth moved from your lips to the edge of your jaw, trailing lower as he kept your chin in place with his hand. His mouth continued to trail lower as he sucked on the sweet spot by your collar bone. A moan left your mouth, causing Keigo to bite down. Your nails dug into his back, eliciting a low growl from his throat. He grabbed a fistfull of your hair with his opposite hand, pulling to give himself easier access.

Your eyes closed as the room started to spin around you. It was euphoric. It was hard to tell whether it was the booze or the way his mouth moved across your skin, but it felt like heaven. Enough so that when he removed his mouth from your skin, the first feeling was disappointment.

“What?” your voice came out as a harsh whisper “Don’t stop.” You’d beg if you had to, not that you’d tell him that.

“Stop?” Keigo smirked “Baby, I’m just getting started.” In one swift movement he pulled the shirt off his head revealing his sculpted chest and adonis belt. If you were a lesser woman you might have actually drooled at the sight. Being a part of the entertainment industry you were well aware that taking care of your body was important, but it was clear that his was a labor of love.

“LIke what you see?” He smirked, signifying your staring hadn’t gone unnoticed. He was hot, sure, but he was still a cocky bastard. You rolled your eyes before pulling him back into another heated kiss, allowing him to lift your arms up before he pulled the hem of your dress up and over. Leaving you in your bra and the smallest pair of panties you owned.

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman, so ladies first.” Keigo kept eye contact as he dropped slowly to his knees, taking the strings of your panties down with him. Leaving you on display. Your core twitched in anticipation when you felt his hot breath on the inside of your thigh. Planting light kisses as he moved his way upward. He tossed your leg over his shoulder, unbalancing you for just a moment, for better access.

Your eyes rolled back as he lazily traced shapes onto your clit with his tongue. Back pressing further into the wall to arch yourself into him, you grabbed a fistful of his hair. Desperate for something to hold on to. He alternated between fast and slow, short and long before using his fingers to tease at your entrance.

“Damn Baby, are you already this wet for me?” He pulled away if only for a moment, his index finger pushing past your lips into your core.

“Fuck Kei.” You groaned as your head arched back, “Do you get off on hearing yourself talk?”  It was your current opinion that there were other things you would rather his mouth do. You felt him smile into your folds, slipping a second finger into your wet pussy. The new sensation filling you up from the inside, making you feel like you could crack at any moment.

Heat continued to build inside you as Keigo’s pace quickened. Curling his fingers into a spot none of your previous lovers had even tried to find all while keeping pace with his tongue. It didn’t take long for you to boil over, moaning out his name. Keigo removed his fingers as he rose to meet you, lips crashing into yours allowing you to taste yourself. His fingers quickly moved, fumbling against the clasp of your bra, clear that the tequila still had a hold on him as well.

Fabric fell to the floor as he grabbed your breast in his hand, playing with your nipple while he took the other breast in his mouth. Tongue flicking and sucking until you reached a stiff peak. Your hands made their way down to his belt, trying to ignore the sensation enough to concentrate on the buckle. Clear that you were struggling, Keigo removed himself from you to unbutton and throw down his pants at an almost inhuman speed.

Even his dick was magnificent. The brief thought passed your mind of how many other people he brought back to his penthouse after a recording session. Drunk and ready to make bad decisions.

His hands grabbed onto your ass, giving it a squeeze before hoisting you into the air and back down onto his hips. You could already feel his rock hard erection teasing at you. Keigo pushed your back into the wall, causing a small gasp of air to leave your lips. He positioned himself so he was at your entrance. His head grazing your lips before thrusting himself inside, your sufficiently soaked pussy allowing him to bury himself in one motion.

Keigo let out a moan, his forehead resting on yours briefly as he let himself acclimate to just how tight you were. It was difficult to describe just how full and amazing he felt inside you. Your breathing picked up as he slowly began to thrust in and out.

The small ‘oh’s’ and ‘ ah’s’ from your mouth filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin. Keigo’s mouth returned to your collarbone as he picked up his pace, nearly removing himself from your cunt before pushing himself back in, almost punching you in the cervix. Every vein felt like it was made to please you, sending your nerves into a frenzy.

“Holy fuck you feel good.” His breathing matched your own, rough and uneven. Enough to send shivers down your spine. Your head arched back, enjoying the sensation of his cock while he adjusted himself to put your nipple in his mouth. Nails traced thin white lines down his back, lightly breaking the tattooed skin.

The building sensation was quickly becoming overwhelming. Your mind unable to focus on your surroundings, only your impending release. “Oh Fuck, Kei. I’m gonna cum.” You grabbed a fistful of his hair, your other hand gripping onto his shoulder. Your words causing him to go feral, his pace increasing exponentially as he gripped harder into your thighs. His fingertips sure to leave bruises. He brought his mouth back up to yours, his tongue thrashing with your own in a sloppy kiss.

The bundle of nerves inside you, that kept winding tighter and tighter exploded. You gripped harder as the wave of sensation washed over you, continuing to hold on as Keigo reached his own release, emptying himself inside of you.  You rested your forehead against his, enjoying the moment of bliss before he pulled out.

“So..” Keigo smiled “Think you’re ready to record a number one single?”

[mercemerry]

     ( maya hawke, trans female, she/her, fire emblem: three houses ) * &. i know it must be scary for you, leonie pinelli, after surviving the takeover. to turn into someone like leighanne “leigh” phillips, a twenty-five year-old pool lifeguard at the delmare & student at castle town university, right here in castle town. just remember that you are as honest as you are competitive, and to be wary, be safe, be true to who you are : neutral through and through. ( hywia )

      hey howdy hey what’s UP my DEERS ( please don’t murk me ) i’m back with . . . hopefully my last character for a while ?? i don’t really have any plans for anyone else as of Yet - leonie is a character i,,, absolutely adore but never thought i’d pick up in the beginning but holy HELL i love her and i’m so excited to write her and i’m here to defend her from all slander. click for more abt her under the cut !!

BEFORE THE SNAP  /  L E O N I E  P I N E L L I .

soooOOOOO. okay. in FE3H , Leonie is a student of the Golden Deer house/class and like a few of the other students , she’s a commoner instead of a noble. and right off the bat you find out one thing - that she’s an apprentice of Byleth’s father , Jeralt , and he’s her hero and she idolizes him.

this !! was from an instance where Jeralt stopped by her little hunting village and rescued the people of her village from poachers ; he basically taught Leonie a few things she knows , and she referred to herself as his apprentice since. 

it was because of him that Leonie knew what she wanted to do - she wanted to be mercenary , especially one that could succeed the man she idolized.

so flash forward to years later at Garreg Mach’s Officers Academy - Leonie got in through her entire village basically paying for her to go , and for that she baaaasically accumulated a lot of debt from it. she’s really frugal with her money because of this. but turns out !! jeralt’s there , and he brings his kid , byleth , with him , and leonie sort of forms a one-sided rivalry with them since they’re pretty much the next-gen and Leonie wants to prove she’s on-par with them , if not better , because they’re pretty much Jeralt 2.0 in terms of fighting premise and that was Leonie’s goal.

eventually , though , this rivalry turns into Leonie being attached to Byleth through mutual grieving once ( spoiler alert ) Jeralt bites the dust , as well as Leonie making a promise to Jeralt that she’d watch over Byleth if anything happened to him - essentially , filling Jeralt’s role , but not in the exact way she expected.

a few cool things !! leonie is really skilled in hunting & fighting - she makes a very good cavalry unit with skills in lance & archery - i’m setting her up to be my bow knight on my current playthrough - and holy hell she has a LOT she can boast about. she’s just a really good unit and could probably level a battlefield by herself with minimal grinding in-game.

her personality is very honest & truthful , but blunt in a sense that more often than not , even if the situation doesn’t call for it , she WILL speak her mind and give brutal honesty if she believes in it. sometimes , she’ll immediately say what she’s thinking , even if it’s here jumping to conclusions or snapping impulsively. i... honestly really adore that about her , since it’s not very similar to me , but i kinda wish i had her bravery in that sense.

but hOLY HELL is she determined & hardworking and she’s actually a pretty cool person - she’s what i call a chaotic lawful because she’s,,,, a subtle kind of chaotic that still has her own code. she’s also REALLY GOOD at managing her time & money and kind of sees every single opportunity she has to train and work hard and yeah leonie is no fucking slouch and we gotta stan that.

she’s one of the gd members who regularly says ‘fuck’ but also ‘watch your fucking language’ if, like, lysithea or sb swears. the one who probably contributes to as many chaotic fuckshit shenanigans as she tries to fix.

anyways i’m gay and i am sOOOOO excited to write her !! i’m not exactly dECIDED yet in what path i want to pull her from out of either verdant wind or crimson flower , since i love leonie staying with the deer and can’t really see her wanting to ally with the people who killed her mentor ( twsitd , who worked with the empire briefly ) but also a timeline where she follows byleth and fulfills her promise to jeralt - who was also extremely suspicious of the church. it’s INTERESTING and i haven’t figured it out yet.

also she’s a chaotic bi bc i’m a chaotic bi that loves to project.

also okay i just also wanna say pls no. ‘leonie wanted to [REDACTED] ur dad’ jokes they kinda,,, sorta,,, make me rly uncomfortable esp since leonie sees jeralt as pm her mentor and Nothing More so if u could just refrain from tht i would b !! grateful.

AFTER THE SNAP  /  L E I G H  P H I L L I P S .

okay soooOOOOOOO. trigger warnings here for parental death & murder. 

so she survived the takeover , and remembers all of the events of her past life , but . . . leigh phillips did not have a good time here in castle town.

she grew up firstly with a family who wasn’t doing so well - they were happy , certainly , but they lived in a bad part of delaware & it wasn’t the best scenario because there were a lot of times leigh went without basic needs. but they made it , it was okay.

thought things really changed when leigh was a teenager , just shy of sixteen years old when her parents were murdered during a home invasion & she was the only survivor.

still a minor - scared & alone - she was taken in by a family friend and her husband who were perhaps waaaay more well-off than she was. this essentially was a tragic rags-to-riches story , where a girl who had nothing lost everything she had , but was taken in by a loving home that gave her everything she ever wanted.

and in castle town , that sorta-kinda was her reputation. she was coddled & cared for by her foster parents and didn’t really have to do anything to support herself - she got a job at the local rich people hotel as a lifeguard , but she didn’t need it. she had a full ride in college paid for by her foster family & anything she asked for. 

THEN SHE WAKES UP.

wakes up as in , she wakes up with this new past & life in castle town and the thing is . . . leonie ?? isn’t a fan of living the rich kid life. isn’t a fan of not having to work. isn’t a fan of allowing herself to be coddled & protected & sheltered and basically have everything served to her on a silver platter.

she finds out how this happened and while she doesn’t condemn the people who took her in - because they are good people - she starts defying it in any other way. she starts working odd jobs at other places and saving any penny she gets. and this is weird , because everyone else in castle town knows her as this spoiled rich girl who would get all of the best things she wanted and now ?? she wants to live on her own ?? support herself ?? she’s shopping at walmart and the thrift store ??

hell yeah.

leigh’s whole mission is to pretty much break away from that reputation that was created for her in this fake life ; and that , in turn , basically has her trying to morph back into one more like home. she currently is living by herself , but is still employed at the delmare since , yeah , it’s a job , and any job will do. but she doesn’t really want to rely on her foster parents anymore for support , since they did a lot for her but she doesn’t like the idea of overstaying her welcome.

so it’s sorta-kinda a case of leigh is acting . . . VERY DIFFERENT from how she would prior to her realizing she’s actually leonie pinelli from fodlan and not someone else. so it’s gonna be a reALLY interesting dynamic to play and i’m so so SO excited for it.

anyways !! i’m gonna be heading to bed , but tomorrow i’ll be back for plotting & stuff  and will do some replies/starters and maybe even some wcs to get the ball rolling for my girl !! love y’all xoxo

[bisexualthors]

All of the odd numbers for the ask meme?

1. First things first, did you have agood year?: it was an okay year i guess, bad things happened, good things happened

3. Doyou feel your age?: my back says im 80    

5. Post your favorite selfie: i rather not haha im not having a good body positivity day rn

7.Which fashion trends did you love?: chunky shoes, even tho im too broke to afford a pair lmao

9.What was your favorite article of clothing this year? Post a pic if possible?: my good ol’ red flannel

11.What album came out and has been on heavy rotation since then?: shawn mendes by shawn mendes lol the deluxe edition came out this year so it counts

13.Did an actor/actress catch your attention for the first time this year?: daniel d(b)ae kim, daddy david harbour, goddess maya hawke, travis van winkle lol hes super hot ok

15.Which new ship/fandom has taken over a lot of your time, attention, and tears?: uhhhh the hopper fandom lol obviously also the fat thor fandom, which is disappointingly small? or so i feel? where are my fat thor stans at

17. Did you make any big permanent changes this year?: mmm not really lol i mean i tried to go to the gym, which i did like march-june but then i changed work places and i couldnt go anymore so i ended up cancelling my membership

19. What was one nice thing you did for yourself?: i got a tattoo! its a small thunderbolt for my og boi thor lmao i love it. i may fill it up all black with white sparkles and then get a mirror image on my other wrist but just the silhouette

21. Did you vote?: uhh my country didnt have elections in 2019, but we have one coming up and i sure will

23. Did you get a job?: yea! actually the biggest change i think? i got a semi-permanent-semi-freelance job

25. Do you regret not doing anything?: saving money lol

27. Have you done anything that scared you?: i applied to grad school lmao

29. Did you lose anyone close to you?: no

31. Did you fall out of love?: no

33. Did you go through a break up?: no

35. Who was important to you this year but wasn’t important last year?: some friends

37. If you could have a do over on one thing you did, would you take it?: yea, definitely

39. What was the worst?: not starting grad school this fall, but hey i got a job so thats nice

41. Did anything happen to you that you were sure wouldn’t change you as a person but it did?: warning!!! body image talk next up so skip this one if u dont want to read it!! --------------- i started liking more my body regardless of the constant reminder that im fat or whatever, i dont think i can pinpoint an exact thing that happened, but it def happened this year

43. What have you learned about yourself this year that you didn’t know in the years prior?: i can be consistent on something if i really put my mind into it

45. Did your opinion of anyone change for worse?: uhhhh yea lmao so. many.

47. If you make resolutions, what will your resolutions be for the coming year?: get healthier! eat more plants and less meat, do my stretches/yoga routine more consistently and incorporate a short workout after, drink more water, walk more, read more

49. What do you wish for others for the coming year?: corny as it sounds lol happiness and health, ive come to learn that those two are some of the most important things u can have and ive been lucky enough to have them lately and i hope everyone can be happy and healthy!

ur a real trooper if u read all the way lol ily

ask me stuff!!!

[eurythmicx]

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        °✮ ⁿᵒʷ ᵈⁱˢˢᵒˡᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ. ᵗʷᵒ ᵗᵃᵇˢ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ. ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ  ˢ ᵒ ᵘ ⁿ ᵈ  ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡᵐ                                                                                     ᵐᵉ  ᵈ ᵒ ʷ ⁿ..°•.

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LENNON ‘ LENI’  STELLA WAVERLY is a TWENTY-TWO year old LESBIAN, CISFEMALE that was born on OCTOBER 11th. She lives currently in CROWNSVILLE, GEORGIA, but she’s originally from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS. She is an ASPIRING ARTIST, who is a WAITRESS, and BARISTA for a living, and often gets told she looks like MAYA (thurman) HAWKE.  I hear she’s known to be [ CHARISMATIC & LOYAL ] and [ STUBBORN & SARCASTIC ]. if asked, she would say her aesthetic would be [ too many spotify playlists, untied sneaker laces, high-waist jeans, leather jackets and old band tshirts, charcoal smudged hands and acrylics under her nails, messy buns, amber, long-boarding, coffee + green tea, guitar picks messed somewhere on her floor, and vinyl fuzzing in the background.]

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*BACKGROUND;

°✮ - born Lennon into the world, the girl was a fussy child. one who didn’t want to be noticed by anyone. god forbid someone wanted to interact with her, and lennon would scowl, and throw herself down to the ground. her child mind believing that cocooning herself on the floor with her arms around her head, and knees pulled inward, meant that she was suddenly invisible to everyone. it wasn’t that the girl had grown isolated, or fearful - but that she knew better. knew herself better. knew that if a stranger was going to speak to her she would stick her tongue out or scream, and if it was another child - she’d take their toys away, claiming them as her own. her behavior was known, and known that it was rebellious. that trait was carried throughout her adolescence. - if her parents hadn’t had their hands full with her other three sisters, and younger brother, perhaps they’d take focus on her, and the need to break the rules wouldn’t feel ... necessary. 

°✮ - this rebellious behavior had landed her a forced way out of chicago public school. by this age, blossoming into her early teenage years, Lennon was known as ‘Len.’ ( or leni. ) at least to all of her close friends - in which were mostly males. ( made going to a private all-girls academy ... difficult.) Len always just got along better with the boys. she liked to think that she too, was one of them. what was a little dirt on her elbows and knees? the girl ran wild not even caring if her shoes were untied. a fearlessness rippled through her. ( and -- lennon had NEVER had any interest in boys anyways.) action figures were always wanted as a child, barbies were tossed to the side, or sling-shot off the banister of the stairway, making a mess at the bottom- that she would hear groans from her mother over. 

°✮ - at academy. len took a fondness for rugby. her sports line was drawn there, and she began to draw lines a little more creatively. any other extra curricular was taken within the arts realm. there wasn’t a care if her hands were left in a mess of paint, pastels, or charcoal. - but her true passions always revolved around m u s i c. ( ever since her grandfather had gifted her with a les paul guitar. - it became her baby.) writing music has been rooted deeply within her, and at best she feels like she is nothing without it. the young woman is always drifting into daydreams with a tune humming, or her pencil scribbling in lyrics.

°✮ - after high school. the news came - lennon’s family was moving. & not to just the next neighborhood over. ... CROWNSVILLE...  there were a lot of ‘what the hell do you mean??’s and ‘ where the HELL is that??”’s thrown into the air. her father was an entrepreneur. her mother a chef. the two, after spiraling in love, and investing into a family, had decided to open their passions and come together - the two opened a restaurant together. this ensued ... “ -- and you have to fricken do this in .... CROWNSVILLE ??” - a drag of an argument that left lennon in a moody state. what the hell was in this small city outside of georgia anyways? && and WHY did her parents have to open a restaurant there of all places??

°✮ - it hadn’t been too long until she settled with her future that was decided by her parents. she too, packed all of her things, and moved just over a few state lines. - on one condition, that now as she graduated high school, she’d attend college, and live by herself. the young woman desired her independence, and with a household of seven ( who were the sort to wear matching Christmas sweaters on holiday ) she needed her space. 

°✮ - not entirely dependent on her family’s money - ( & three years later living in georgia ) Lennon, lives in a guesthouse behind her parents settled home... not QUITE the what she had her hopes for....( she had wished for her own apartment...) , but it was trendy, and appealing to her artistic nature, in the sense that the space was hers...even if her mother liked to invade on occasion. currently, leni is attending her third year at college, ( and feels completely lost. ) while also is a waitress at her parents restaurant ( flexible schedule,) & is a barista at a local cafe ( her heart had been set on the apartment above...maybe one day.. she dreams of coffee aroma seeping through the ventilation. her dreams are...big..- but for now, the guest house would do. ) lennon has even swayed the cafe owners into allowing her to perform every once in a while, as she does every now and then at local pubs.

* PERSONALITY;

°✮ - ( - ) sarcastic by nature. stubbornness never wore thin from adolescence. she has the tendency to overwhelm herself unnecessarily which leads to stress. her tongue is also not pressed to hold secrecy. she tries, boy, does she ... but it always ends up spilling out. 

°✮ -  ( + ) she’s loyal to those she cares about. very independent, and self-sufficient. 

* STUFF ‘N THINGS;

°✮ - leni keeps to herself while riding her bike or long boarding around. ( has a car but prefers other means of transportation.) , and often finds herself mumbling curse words at slow walkers in front of her who may make her late. ( a form of road rage.) 

°✮ - the only male persona’s she had ever crushed on were singers in bands. - and it wasn’t ever really a crush, just perhaps an envious will to want to be in a band. ( & have girls gush over you. )

°✮ - the woman loves ice cream sandwiches. always found in her freezer. 

°✮ - loves to long board. wears sneakers instead of heels. ( vans/converse/etc. ) some refer to her as a lesbian hipster ... but what does that even mean?? ( so what if she likes to thrift, has plants, listens to vinyls, prefers fairy lights and natural light, ( loved trader joes,) owns a pair of doc martens ..... ) anyways. 

°✮ - when she was fifteen, discovered her mothers secret cigarette stash and began to smoke them. now she’s moved on to american spirits and only smokes when she’s feeling anxious. 

°✮ - leni believes that the worst thing about moving to georgia is that her parents didn’t decide to relocate outside of the country so she wouldn’t have  ‘a stupid twat Cheeto man for a president .’  

* CONNECTIONS;

°✮ - possibly no childhood/teenager connections as she has only lived in Georgia for three years. futuristically i’d accept siblings. ( again, she has three sisters - older, and one younger brother. ) college connections are welcomed though!! -- or if any old connection possibly moved to Georgia as well. 

°✮ - any friends from school, if male - could possibly be someone who liked lennon when they first met, and even went as far to kiss her for her to only spill, and laugh that she was a total lesbian .. and then a heavy friendship of loyalty was built. if female, possibly someone who is into girly things. ( lennon sometimes wears very minimal makeup, but just doesn’t really see the point of all of that to be for her. ) - and a female friend who likes typical girly things could push her out of her box a little. 

°✮ - co-workers. neighbors. other pub performers. etc. 

°✮ - literally my brain is mush right now, but anything literally that would fit within her only living her for three years, i’d be totally down for. 

[alonghq]

𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍.   welcome  to  your  new  adventure,  elliot !   hope  san  francisco  is  everything  that  you’re  looking  for.   you  have  24  hours  to  claim  what’s  yours,  before  someone  else  does.   maya  hawke  and  muse  e  are  now  taken.

part  one.

(   maya  hawke,  demi  girl,  she/her.  )   look  at  elliot  barden,  taking  on  the  role  of  muse  e.   the  twenty - three  year  old  recently  got  their  degree in  pre - med,  and  are  feeling  fluctuant  about  life  after  college.   right  now  they’re  applying  for  a  graduate  degree  in  medicine  &  starting  work  as  an  emt  ,  and  so  far ?   their  guileless  and  captious  personality  is  making  it  work.   as  long  as  everyone  lets  them  play  let  me  down  easy  around  the  house,  everything  will  be  alright.  –  ruby,  21,  she/they,  aest.

part two.

what  were  they  like  in  college  ?   if  there’s  one  thing  that  defines  elliot’s  college  experience,  it’s  a  dogmatic  approach  to  everything  /  it’s  evenings  spent  with  ballpoint  pen  scratches  all  over  cramped  digits,  wire - rimmed  frames  sliding  relentlessly  down  the  bridge  of  your  nose.  she’s  a  dedicated  student,  diligent  in  the  way  she  arrives  fifteen  minutes  early  to  lectures  and  always  carries  six  different  pastel  highlighters,  each  one  a  feature  in  a  perfectly - defined  system.  wouldn’t  exactly  call  her  overly  talkative   — -   viewed  everyone  else  as  competition  not  to  be  befriended  but  defeated.  she  perpetually  led  study  groups  that  trailed  long  past  the  sinking  of  the  sun,  always  the  one  to  curtly  encourage  everyone  else  to  work  to  the  best  of  their  individual  potential.  she’s  polarising  like  that   /   some  people  get  her  dedication  and  admire  it,  some  people  can’t  stand  the  way  she  spends  her  days  with  her  nose  perpetually  stuck  in  a  textbook.

her  friends  come  to  know  a  looser  version  of  her  over  time.  she  opens  up  slowly,   hesitantly:  starts  to  let  her  walls  fall,  blossoms  like  the  first  spring  roses.  she’s  a  killer  cook,  and  she  can’t  sing  karaoke.  she  drinks  beer  straight  from  the  bottle  but  will  give  people  an  earful  over  drinking  juice  straight  from  the  bottle.  she  can  speak  three  different  languages,  a  result  of  a  life  spent  moving  around  from  place  to  place.  she  goes  to  bed  late  and  sometimes,  she  falls  asleep  on  the  couch  mid - study  session.  she  snores,  loudly.  she  has  a  constellation  of  freckles  on  her  back.  she’s  flawed  and  she’s  so  painfully  human,  and  it’s  beautiful.

do  they  want  to  pursue  a  career  in  their  degree,  or  something  completely  different  ?   elliot’s  been  dedicated  to  the  idea  of  medicine  since  she  was  young   ;   healing  comes  naturally  to  hands  that  make  quick  work  of  family’s  ailments.  she  realises  that  she  can  make  a  career  out  of  it  by  the  time  she’s  thirteen,  and  sets  her  heart  on  it.  a  natural  aptitude  for  science  and  mathematics  makes  it  easy  to  hone  her  skills,  and  by  eighteen  she’s  decided  that  medicine  is  the  only  thing  she  wants  to  do.  

she’s  lucky  enough  to  get  a  job  right  out  of  college,  at  a  nearby  hospital.  it’s  a  rough  job,  but  it’s  something  she  loves  and  she’ll  be  damned  if  she’s  not  good  at  it.  it’s  a  lot  of  late  nights  and  confronting  scenes  and  she’s  cried  in  the  shower  more  than  once,  but  it’s  the  life  she’s  chosen.  she  wouldn’t  choose  anything  over  it.

what’s  the  one  thing  that  they’re  known  for  in  the  group  ( what  makes  them…  them )  ?   she’s  probably  known  for  being  one  of  the  most  practical  of  the  group   — -   forever  the  one  to  fill  the  coffee  machine  before  bed,  first  one  up  to  pour  a  cup  and  get  herself  off  to  work.  she’s  the  one  to  organise  the  logistics  of  a  pizza  night,  and  the  first  to  have  to  rush  off  because  she’s  been  called  into  work.  she’s  got  a  sharp  sense  of  humour,  always  the  first  to  deliver  a  snide  remark  and  the  subsequent  snort  (  she  laughs  at  her  own  jokes  more  than  she  cares  to  admit  ).  she’s  not  quite  the  mom  friend   — -   isn’t  soft  enough,  doesn’t  have  the  time  to  be  the  mom  friend,  but  she  cares  immensely  for  her  found  family.  she’s  not  the  best  one  to  talk  to  your  relationship  problems  about,  but  she’ll  listen  anyway.

she’s  also  known  to  be  one  of  the  most   …   brusque  of  the  group.  she  doesn’t  have  time  for  your  bullshit,  and  she’ll  make  it  known.  she’s  fucking  busy.  she’ll  tell  you  to  get  your  shit  together  and  then  just  leave  you  hanging,  and  sometimes  the  best  intentions  come  off  a  little  bit  more  barbed  than  they  ought  to  be.  

♡   ⤻   hi  ruby !   so...  i  may  or  may  not  have  a  crush  on  elliot.   i  loved  all  your  answers,  and  she  just  came  to  life  in  my  mind ?   i  love  that  she  doesn’t  have  time  for  anyone’s  bullshit,  she  laughs  at  her  own  jokes  ( me ),   and  i  love  how  meticulous  she  is.  like,  we  love  someone  who’s  always  on  top  of  things.  wishing  her  lots  of  luck  in  her  medical  career,  and  i  can’t  wait  to  see  what  else  is  in  store  for  her !

[bisexualspidermansblog]

maya hawke is collecting sapphic roles like infinity stones

[shaolinbynature]

Like if emily has a twin or was evil i would actually be so shook. Shook to the end of time. Shooker than when ezra turned round in ravenshood. More like ravensSHOOK. I feel the shookness in my bones just thinking about it

It’s always been the eyes. Always been the smile. The deception behind them is something she’s concealed very well. She needs to play the victim all while being the mastermind behind the scenes. Everyone she hurt, controlled, killed where just pawns to get to Alison.

It all started when they were young teens without a care in the world. Emily had a little crush on Alison but it just grew past infatuation. Alison truly had something about her that made Emily nervous but also intrigued.

After Ali’s death, Emily was rocked the hardest. She had written a front to back letter to Alison before she died, telling her how much she hurt her whenever she would make advances and Alison would shut her down. She regretted every word she wrote. That’s why she started everything out of denial…that was gradually turning into delusion. That’s also why every girl she’s been with either was like Alison in a way or had something to do with Alison. And with each girl, she had a look. The moment she realized how there were traits of Alison within them. The moment knew she wanted them.

Maya marched to the beat of her own drum and was daring like Alison.

Paige was a victim of Alison’s bullying. In a way, being with Paige, she was still tied in to Alison in her mind.

Samara and Sabrina, both small blondes like Alison, Samara having blue eyes like Alison as well

Talia, lowkey, bold, and unavailable just like Alison.

When Emily finally had Alison, it was like a dream come true. Everything she’s worked for payed off. Right off the bat, Emily left Paige for her. Not only did she have sex with her almost immediately but the song playing during that scene was incredibly telling as to how Emily feels towards Alison. Think about it….out of every love song they could have put for their first time, it’s a song referring to an obsession.

Since you’ve gone I’ve been lost without a trace.I dream at night, I can only see your face.I look around but it’s you I can’t replace.I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace.I keep crying baby, baby, please…Oh can’t you seeYou belong to me?How my poor heart aches with every step you take.

Every breath you takeEvery move you makeEvery bond you breakEvery step you takeI’ll be watching you.Every single dayEvery word you sayEvery game you playEvery night you stayI’ll be watching you. 

This even showed the next night when Alison stayed over. From night all until school the next morning, Emily stayed up and watched Alison sleep. It didn’t even bother her that she had zero sleep to function for the next day. She was locked in such a trance in Alison’s presence, time passed by as if the hours turned into seconds.

“Every breath you take, every move you make, I’ll be watching you….”  

But then it didn’t take long until things fell apart. She separated from Alison because she wasn’t fitting the role that she’s created for her in her head all those years she’s been away. She wanted Alison to 100% depend on her so she can be her savior. But with Alison being sketchy, she disbanded from her. 

And that’s when Sara came along. The biggest Alison replacement of all.

Emily saw the Alison she wanted within Sara. That’s why she clung onto her with a hawk grip, not letting anyone get close or be with her without her there. She refused to let anyone change Sara or take her away. Sara hadn’t seen her mother since she was brought back into society - Emily pushed her to get EMANCIPATED right away. In order to do so, you have to prove to the courts you have a place to live and source of income. Emily told her she can stay with her and got her a job with Caleb. This way, Sara would have no choice but to depend on Emily. Exactly how she wanted it. Exactly how she wished Alison would do to her. 

When Sara betrayed Emily, she felt like her own creation turned against her. Her rage at this very thought is what caused her to physically knock Sara flat out. All these years of Alison toying with her, Alison dying and she being in denial, being with Maya and her being taken away similar to Ali, trying to find other girls to fit the Alison void in her heart but failing, being with Alison herself but not even her fitting the mold, and now Sara hurting her like this, all that pent up aggression came in the form of a violent right hook.

When Emily left for college, she was finally going to purge herself of all that Alison drama by being far away. And she was doing well until her father died. Then, as she told Toby, she felt there was no point to anything. She drowned spent all of her father’s money, leaving the country, drowning in alcohol and women but she still was hurting. She wished she had someone, anyone to lean on and take care of her during this hard time.

Then, a letter from Alison appears and everything she tried to disassociate herself from came rushing back all over again. 

She came back to Rosewood via Alison’s plea and even went as far as doing the things that she asked of her. When Charlotte died, Emily realized how Alison was changing. She was vulnerable. Just like how she’s always wanted Alison to be towards her. Just so she can be the knight in shining amour in her story.

That feeling Emily got from that…it was like a high. She wanted Alison to be like that towards her all the time. When Alison checked into Welby, Emily knew this would be the perfect way to create this kind of dependency. If Alison is warped in the mind, she’ll need someone to take care of her. That’s where Emily can step in. When Emily visited Alison in Welby, how Alison was begging her not to leave her, it not only fueled Emily inside but she knew her plan was working. Why else would Emily so easily leave when Alison was crying out for her? She needed to build up that dependency. And when Alison got out and needed someone, who was there for her?

This was exactly what Emily needed. She needed to be Alison’s savior. The eggs, as being played into now, was a plan she came up with while Alison was held up. It was her ultimate go to. By the time Alison comes out and falls into her arms, if she ever got the idea to leave her, she would not. Why? Because now a baby is forever their bond now. That’s why she was “behind” Alison’s decision to abort until Alison finally realized the baby was Emily’s. Now all of a sudden, Emily is telling her to keep it. And Alison did.

Everything she’s ever wanted, being with Alison since a young teen, is finally coming together……Even if she had to force a hand in making it happen.

Talk about being SHOOK.

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THE 13 BEST MOVIES YOU DIDN'T SEE IN 2018

LAST YEAR, FOLKS in the US spent $11 billion going to the movies. Yet the bulk of those people, and those dollars, went to the mega-blockbusters—the Panthers, the Venoms, the Avengerseseses. Even though indies are getting a renaissance thanks to streaming services, there’s just not the same thriving middle-class that there was in decades past, and a ton of legitimately great films still don’t get in front of as many eyeballs as they should. So, fine, you let some smaller gems slip by; now’s your chance to make things right. Got a few free evenings over the holidays? Queue up these 2018 unsung heroes first.

Suspiria

Amazon Studios’ art-house horror flick did modestly well in its small theatrical run, but limited distribution meant it didn’t get the attention it deserved. Directed by Call Me By Your Name‘s Luca Guadagnino, the film is, on the surface, a remake of Dario Argento’s horror classic of the same name. But it’s also much, much more than that. (Star Tilda Swinton, who actually plays a few roles in the film, went so far as to refer to it as a cover version of Argento’s original.) Beautifully shot, with an appropriately haunting performance by Dakota Johnson, this Suspiria goes beyond the tale of a witch-run dance school by digging its nails into the many ways the past will forever haunt us. It’s not for everybody, but if you have an itch for something truly gruesome and mind-bending, this’ll scratch it. —Angela Watercutter

First Reformed

Here’s a sentence I never imagined myself writing in 2018: Ethan Hawke gave one of the best performances of the year. It’s not that I didn’t think he was capable; I just didn’t see him showing up in a dark eco-conscious Paul Schrader film wherein he plays an alcoholic priest trying to keep his sanity and his congregation together. And yet, here we are. Moody, existential and even a little bit ethereal, First Reformed is one of the year’s craziest headtrips—right down to the ohshitwhatthefuck? ending. It got a very limited theatrical run but has been playing free to Amazon Prime subscribers for a while now (as well as Kanopy). If you happen to be one—or even if you’re not—go watch it immediately. —A.W.

Shoplifters

I’ve tried half a dozen times to explain director Hirokazu Kore-eda’s teleportative tale—about an ad hoc family living in near-poverty in urban Japan—and failed in each instance. So instead, here’s what Shoplifters is not: mawkish (though it is deeply moving); downbeat (despite its character’s increasingly desperate turns); nor needlessly twisty (though the family’s backstory is full of slow-building surprises). Instead, it’s a lovely, quite funny accounting of ordinary people staring down extraordinary circumstances with pragmatism, wits, and sporadic joy. And, in a year full of movies that viewed tough realities with deep empathy—from Roma to First Reformed to First Man—it’s the denizens of Shoplifters that have lingered in my mind the longest: Wondering where they are now, hoping everything turned out OK. —Brian Raftery

Mandy

You know what sucks? The fact that so few movies today are confident enough to feature coked-out demon biker gangs, strange Jesus cults, and a truly off-the-leash Nicolas Cage. Luckily, though, there’s Mandy—director Panos Cosmatos’ movie starts with that grand trifecta and goes about a thousand steps further. Shot using lush nighttime colors that would make the Stranger Things crew jealous, the revenge tale follows Cage’s Red Miller as he goes searching for his girlfriend who has been taken in by the aforementioned cult. Explaining it any further would ruin the fun (it’s also kind of impossible), but rest assured it has one of the best eviscerations of fragile masculinity ever put onscreen. —A.W.

Miseducation of Cameron Post

If you were an indie movie fan in 1999, you remember a delightful little film called But I’m a Cheerleader. It starred RuPaul as an instructor at a gay conversion camp and Natasha Lyonne and Clea DuVall as two of the unfortunate souls sent there for “treatment.” The Miseducation of Cameron Post, based on Emily M. Danforth’s novel of same name, is a much, much less campy version of that. In it, Chloë Grace Moretz plays the titular Cameron, a teenage girl who gets sent off to a conversion camp after getting caught in the back of a car with another woman the night of her prom. Heartwarming and heartbreaking, director Desiree Akhavan’s adaptation of Danforth’s novel is as vital and necessary as Cheerleader was in the late-1990s. It just has fewer laughs. —A.W.

Matangi/Maya/M.I.A.

The last time you heard from (or about) agit-pop hitmaker M.I.A. it likely had something to do with her flying her middle finger at the Super Bowl or the term “truffle fries.”That was years ago, and a lot has changed in terms of how the public, and pop culture, treats its female artists. Well, maybe not a lot, but there’s been progress—and in Steve Loveridge’s documentary, the ways in which Maya Arulpragasam was mistreated and misunderstood couldn’t be more obvious. Built on archive footage and personal footage shot by the Sri Lankan artist over years and years, it creates a fuller picture of M.I.A. than any magazine profile or online hot take ever could. It might be a little late, but it’s also right on time. —A.W.

Shirkers

The set-up for Sandi Tan’s autobiographical Netflix doc sounds like something out of a pop-culture thriller: In 1992, Tan and two other bright, outsidery teenage girls decided to make a semi-surrealist feature film in their home country of Singapore. They were aided by a mysterious older American man who absconded with the footage—and then all but disappeared from their lives. Yet Tan’s story doesn’t involve tidy resolutions or shocking twists. Instead, Shirkers is actually something infinitely more compelling: A gorgeous-looking self-interrogation about creativity, power, and the strange twilight zone between adolescence and adulthood. It also contains the most succinct one-liner about ’90s alt-teen life I’ve ever heard: “When [we were] were 14,” Tan says of her pals, “we discovered unusual movies and unpopular music.” Decades later, they all reunited for a film more unusual and profound than they ever intended. —B.R.

Tully

Here’s the thing about Tully: It builds up to one really great twist. I won’t reveal it here, and maybe you’ll guess it before getting to the end anyway, but it’s a gut-punch. Before that happens, the setup is fairly simple. Marlo (Charlize Theron), a mother of three children, hires hip twentysomething Tully (Mackenzie Davis) as a nanny for her new baby. Over the course of weeks, Marlo and Tully become close and Marlo begins to yearn for the life she had when she was Tully’s age. Sounds dry, but this is a project from director Jason Reitman and writer Diablo Cody, a pair that has wrung blood, sweat, and tears out of domestic dramas (Juno, Young Adult) twice before—and does so double-time here. The quest to prolong youth while also raising children has never been so cuttingly portrayed. —A.W.

The Favourite

I truly thought that nothing could top Suspiria for the most haunting final moments of any film in 2018. I was wrong. Director Yorgos Lanthimos’ film about the love/hate triangle between Queen Anne of England (Olivia Colman) and her companions Lady Sarah Churchill (Rachel Weisz) and Abigail Masham (Emma Stone) ended on a note so unsettling, I’m still not done processing it weeks later. (I won’t spoil it, but I will say I’ll never look at rabbits the same way ever again.) Much like with his film The Lobster, Lanthimos’ latest lands somewhere in the gaps between drama and farce. It is, instead, a crooked glance at humanity’s relationship to power—the things people do to get close to it, to claim it, and to throw it away. In Lanthimos’ askew version of history, when Sarah’s relationship with the Queen is threatened by the arrival of her cousin Abigail, she does what she feels she must do to wrest back control and steer Queen Anne’s War to her liking. Anne, sensing the manipulation, grows closer to Abigail, only to realize her intentions might not be much better. It’s an unparalleled study in the utter lack of trust that accompanies being in charge, in the dread that comes with knowing those who seek your favor may never have pure intentions. It’s as bleak as it is laughable—and one of the most wonderfully weird tales to hit the screen this year. —A.W.

Annihilation

Director Alex Garland‘s adaptation of the first book of Jeff VanderMeer’s Southern Reach trilogy was easily one of the best dystopia films of 2018. It was also one of the year’s finest specimens of female badassery, featuring Natalie Portman, Tessa Thompson, Gina Rodriguez, and Jennifer Jason Leigh as a team sent on a expedition to find out why nature’s rules seem not to apply in the mysterious, government-protected space known as Area X. Haunting, unpredictable, and science-y (someone turns into a plant!), it was a whirlwind head trip—and a weird examination of what it means to exist. —A.W.

Eighth Grade

Even the title strikes fear in the hearts of anyone who didn’t have the easiest time walking the halls of their middle school/junior high. In writer-director Bo Burnham’s film, that uneasiest of times is compounded by the fact that it takes place in the modern world, where all insecurities are reinforced by un-Liked Instagram posts and unreceived Facebook invites. Heroine Kayla Day (Elsie Fisher) knows she’s on a pretty low rung in her school’s social hierarchy and with each new YouTube video she posts full of advice she doesn’t take, her story becomes more and more poignant, more and more real. And whether you grew up in the social media age or not, it’ll punch you in the heart—and make you glad you survived adolescence intact. —A.W.

Leave No Trace

Debra Granik, who every reviewer will remind you made a star out of Jennifer Lawrence with her film Winter’s Bone, pulled off another wrenching look at a family on the edges with this year’s Leave No Trace. When Will (Ben Foster) and Tom (Thomasin McKenzie)—a father-daughter pair who have been living off-the-grid outside Portland, Oregon for years—are arrested and put in the system, it tests their bond in new ways, and exposes Tom to a life unlike the one she’s lived with her father. Granik’s latest is almost deafening in how quiet it is, but its message about finding one’s place in the world is loud and clear. —A.W.

Three Identical Strangers

Were you surprised by the twist? What about the one after that? These are kind the kinds of questions folks ask you after seeing this documentary about three identical triplets who discover each others’ existence in their teenage years. At the time they found each other, they became America’s latest talk show feel-good story and national intrigue. Everything that happened after that, though, is so unbelievable it pushes all boundaries of credulity. It’s a Can you believe? story that quickly becomes an examination of heredity and (possible) corruption that goes beyond unbelievable into truly mind-boggling. —A.W.

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