#nxvna ask

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had to think about this one.

1. jo march (little women)

2. amy santiago (brooklyn 99)

3. pip (great expectations)

4. ellie salter in jurassic park (the book and the movie, she slaps in both)

5. and of course obi-wan kenobi for being so incredibly Done™️ with everyone

also i am so sorry i forgot about this ahhhhh pls forgive me. i’ll tag @freshwoods and @staying-forever--golden

Thanks @foxglove-airmid for tagging me!!

Name 5 of the fictional characters that resemble your personality the most

1. Leah Burke (Leah on the Offbeat/Simon vs)

2. Alexia (skam france)(seasons 1-3)

3. I saw moxie last night so Claudia (I literally paused the movie when I saw she had all 6 tmi books and then realized she also had pjo and tatbilb)

4. Merida (Brave)

5. Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)(but I relate more to the modern version in the lizzie bennet diaries)

Tagging: @naerysthelonesome @fairylightsandrainydays @mandolydian @spikeythespians @cvptainbucky 

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#5

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172 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 15:04:48 GMT

#4

if you're still doing the song fics, could i request something with timothée chalamet for imagine by ariana grande please 🥺

i am indeed! i loved listening to this song. 🥺🥺🥺

i’m so sorry that this one isn’t as long as the others, i was having a lot of trouble with it, no clue why.

send me a song and i’ll write a fic!

imagine

his hand is entangled with yours in between you, the other one on the steering wheel. his ringed fingers move absentmindedly across your knuckles, tracing patterns.

your feet are curled underneath your dress, shoes thrown into the backseat. currently your other hand is occupied with trying to get pins and clips out of your hair, a feat that timothee finds very amusing.

“i can help you with that when we get home, you know?” he asks.

“i think you’ll be occupied taking off other things,” you state. he doesn’t correct you.

the roar of the engine is deafening as it passes through the streets. he pulls into your garage and helps you out of the car.

the keys are thrown onto the kitchen table, and the two of your make your way to the bedroom. you take off your jewelry, timothee helping you with your necklace and only getting a little distracted kissing your neck.

you stay up for hours talking next to each other on the bed. he has your head in is lap and is stroking though your hair, even though you know it’s disgusting and crusted with hairspray from the party.

your heart is singing. not a symphony, but a single, lone note that fills up the entirety of you. it’s a way you only feel with him. you don’t have to pretend with him, you can be wholly you and he simply accepts you. it’s refreshing and makes you smile with every part of you.

your face is buried in timothee’s neck, a perfect fit. you’re lying on his bed, the covers all pushed to the end of the bed. his hands are running through your hair gently. you can feel yourself falling asleep. you want to hold onto the moment while it lasts, you want every moment with him as possible. sleep, eventually takes you.

he wakes you up with soft kisses along your skin. his fingers work deftly across your back, sweeping motions that you don’t think are helping you stay awake. you hear his amused good morning and return a groggy reply. he laughs again, a beautiful sound, and grabs your hand so you can follow him. at some point you ask what time it is and he tells you that you slept till noon. he hadn’t had the heart to wake you up any earlier. in the bathroom he has makeup wipes from the makeup you forgot to take off last night that’s now all over you and, you’re sure, his pillow. he sits on the counter next to you while you take it off, trying to sneakily take photos of you.

“you’re not smooth, pretty boy.”

“maybe i’m not trying to be,” he says and snaps more pictures with a dumb smile on his face. the sun streaking in from the window drips the room in gold. timothee waits untill you’re done and pulls you close to him, settling his hands on your hips. he kisses your lips before moving across the rest of you. you hold him tight and enjoy the moment.

“i used to imagine things like this when i was younger. i would think about the person that would kiss me like you do and hold me tight the way you hold me,” says timothee, his voice muffled.

“i’m so glad it’s you,” he breathes against your skin.

187 notes • Posted 2021-11-24 23:28:53 GMT

#3

Modern Laurie Lawrence Ideas:

a/n: as usual, if anyone wants more of this au or anything else, requests are open!

he grew up rich, still lives a rich lifestyle after graduating

his way of life is still a little immature

he goes to parties and drinks and gambles away

but he’s always at class and is an excellent student

(yeah, sometimes he’s a little a lot hungover and you make sure to make fun of him for it, while also giving him your coffee and an advil)

he first meets you when you’re studying and reading at a park on your campus at paris

you’re taking your college travel year in france, studying at university of paris

he’s there for school too, studying literature and art

he sees you while he’s taking a walk with Amy

you’re sitting on a green park bench, notebooks and backpack scattered across the bench. your back is to him, but he can tell you’re beautiful

it takes a little encouragement for him to go and talk to you, mostly by Amy.

he’s nervous when he talks to you, which isn’t normal for him

but of course he has no need to be, because you’re absolutely enchanted by him

he’s smart and funny and he’s obviously as helpless of a romantic as you are

for your first date he takes you to a cute fondue place

he picks you up with flowers, dressed in a nice shirt and jacket. you two walk together over there, talking the whole way

it was a little awkward when you sit down at first because there’s that “oh shit this is a real date” moment” but it’s quick to pass when you foe get back into your before banter

after that you two start seeing each other a lot

you didn’t even realize that you have the same professor for literature, and you can walk the same way sometimes to classes

you love going over to his apartment

it’s the first place he’s been able to call solely his own away from his grandfather

it’s perfectly messy and inconsistently decorated with whatever he finds

there are pages of music on the floor, the wall is covered in taped up art, there’s a pile of soft blankets in the corner

it’s a safe place for the both of you, being incredibly intimate for him and you respect that

he loves it when you sit in the widow together with your head in his lap, him writing poetry and you reading

his hands will play with your hair mindlessly sometimes, twirling the ends

he’s a little old fashioned with his pet names

love, darling, sweetheart, dearest, angel, beloved

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#2

proof that kenneth is immortal

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264 notes • Posted 2021-02-19 03:20:14 GMT

#1

i was having an argument with myself in the shower and like. stop shitting on fanfic writers. idk i was making myself really mad about it.

as i just proved, there’s gonna be some fruity language in this post, fair warning.

who fucking cares if you’re using someone else’s characters and/or universe. there are millions of interpretations of a single line of dialogue, so why can’t there be millions of writings for a character you love. you still have to develop plot lines, characters design, dialogue, know the rules of writing, and know how to change the rules to fit your specific style. it’s a whole fucking lot of work!

isn’t it beautiful how we can love something so much that you write more about it! you take what you love and add to it and change it and make it your own. i think it’s an honor to be a part of something that’s so special to so many people.

now, i know i’m a fanfic writer myself. maybe that makes me a little bit biased, but who cares. i know i’ve felt like what i write isn’t enough because i didn’t create it myself, but the things that i’m most proud of writing are fanfic. i’ve had random thoughts that i can put into fanfic, and that’s so amazing because someone’s actually going to read that! crazy.

and for those of you who say fanfic is good practice for “real writing.” okay, sure it is good practice, but it’s also still writing. real writing. it’s not invalid because it’s fanfic. like i said before, you still have to know how to write. isn’t that all it’s about?

i know a lot of you think that fanfic is being written by “hormonal and emotional teenage girls.” which. is not true. i know so many fic writers who do not fit into that category, and if they do, who cares! it’s a good expression of emotions that are completely normal to have, it’s a way of coping with the themes of teenage life, and it can help you to understand more about yourself. i, personally, have learned a whole fucking lot about myself, from sexuality to my definition of love. yeah. deep shit.

y’all. write whatever you want. angst? make some of those nerds (lovingly) cry. sometimes they need it. we need it. fluff? again, make some of those nerds cry. give me some good loving, found family, cuteness. i’ll marry you. crack? i need a good laugh, thank you!! au? incredible. you built a work on top of a world, chris nolan is that you?? hurt/comfort? just come on and give me a big warm hug!

fanfic writers, make what makes you happy. don’t let close-mindedness stop you. you deserve it :))

fanfic readers, support and love your writers. read what makes you happy! you deserve it :))

and don’t worry, fanartists, i could never leave you out. draw what makes you happy. draw what you’ve been itching to draw, even if no one is asking for it. especially if no one is asking for it. i love y’all and think y’all deserve so much more recognition as beautiful outstanding fucking marvelous artists. everything i said up above i believe for you too. (ik it doesn’t directly apply but you get the idea)

(oh. and i’m not gonna stand for any “but what about fic writers who..” nope. all fic writers are valid. just because you don’t want to engage or read it (which is reasonable, i’m not dissing that) doesn’t mean they didn’t work hard to write it.)

i wasn’t going to, but i think i’ll turn this into a tag post because there seems to be a little bit of a loss for positivity recently. if you want, tag your favorite fanfic readers, writers, or mutuals you think should see this. (obviously there’s no pressure at all to like or reblog. this is not meant to spread reblog anxiety or put anyone on the spot.) @radbatch @holdenduckfield @missdemiegoddess @kixthecondomfairy @maiseey @naerysthelonesome @oceans-foundfamily @bi-rdofprey-writes @cleardishwashers @lavenderstaars @freshwoods

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