Everyone, what are your thoughts on Valentines Day? Have any plans?
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Minnie : Not much. Just thinks it's a nice holiday for couples.
Kaarima : Same as Minnie. Only a bit more annoyed because of all the poorly written romcoms and soap operas she's going to be witnessing.
Medea : Brings her back to the times her husband was still alive.
Makoto : "This holiday only exists to encourage idiotic men to buy luxurious gifts for the women they'll ditch after a month"
Matthias : "Love doesn't exist"
Florian : "Love is everywhere! It's the best feeling in the world!"
Bogdan : "Eh, a bit too cheesy"
Caroline : Thinks it's great.
Logan : "Romance is gross!"
The siblings : Don't really care about it.
'Vesania' : "Fuck Aphrodite and Eros"
Ritta : Likes it. Though she's mad she's still single (who wouldn't TBH)
Andromachi : "Time to get my flirt on!" (In a creepy way)
Marshanda : "It's okay"
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The Coven : Will just have a quiet reading session
Makoto : Stay in her room and drink as much champagne and eat as much caviar as she wants (she actively hates both but they're a sign of wealth sooooo)
Logan : Will go and steal snacks from the kitchen
Bogdan : Joining the Coven
Matthias : Will be in his room, reading
Florian : Will be running errands for Matthias.
Caroline : Getting some help from Beth to make chocolates and sending said chocolates to make more friends.
The siblings : Still going through PTSD.
'Vesania' : Cry in her room.
Ritta : Help around with the Valentine decorations.
Andromachi : Trying to pick up bitches (and failing spectacularly)
Marshanda : Picking up bitches (and actually succeeding)
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more modern!ellie headcanons
a/n: just a little something... as always AI AUDIOS AT THE END... replies and reblogs are appreciated
ellie is a complete night owl
like you actually are concerned about when she sleeps
if you have an early morning class together she is always running late
or just doesn't show up so you would have to call her and wake her up
"hey baby, what's up i just woke up"
"ellie, class is about to start."
"oh shit, we have class today?"
she would sit next to you in any class you shared and scribble little doodles over to you
or communicate with you through notes
ellie hates going out in public but she loves going with you to do your errands
you're going grocery shopping? ellie is there
you need to find new shoes? she is there
barnes and noble? she would probably be there before you
she likes to do this thing where she will pick out a book for you and you will pick out a book for her and you will sit in the back and spend your day reading together
sometimes she hates the books you pick out for her
"ugh, another colleen hoover book? i gave you a cool book and you give me colleen fucking hoover?"
"little women is cool?"
"i can't believe you just said that."
if you two are out in public together she likes to pretend that the two of you are a married couple
like for example if you're at the cash register and she brings an item up to you and asks if she could get it
"no ellie, put that back."
she would turn to the cashier and say something like "what the wife says, goes... am i right?"
even when she's not with you and she's out drinking at the bar with dina and jesse she would randomly be like, "the wife's not gonna like this one" and take another shot
or when she buys you lingere that is obviously not for her she would be like, "you know what they say, 'happy wife, happy life'"
ellie is really not a social person either
unless she is a few drinks deep which leads us to... drunk!ellie
drunk ellie is soooooo clingy and sentimental
not that she isn't regularly, she's just way more affectionate when drunk
her usual comments would be like, "you're so lucky i love you so much..." or "you're so cute when you're not patronizing me..."
but her drunk? "i think you're the best thing to have happened to me, please never leave me."
"being in love with you is all that matters to me right now... take your clothes off."
she's always touching you in some way if she's drunk
if she's drunk at dinner and she's next to you, her hand in on your thigh or her head is resting on your shoulder
if she's drunk at a party, her hands are on your waist at all times whether she's dancing with you or talking to others
she just wants to be around you
she also can't sleep without you if she's drunk
you would be trying to put her to bed and she would just grab your wrist and mutter a, "please stay"
ellie always orders something you like so you can pick off of her plate
"you want some, baby? i knew you were going to ask for some anyways."
she's always thinking of you
when she sees little trinkets she's like "aw my girlfriend would love this."
or when she sees someone trip in public she's like "i wish my girlfriend was here, i know she'd die laughing."
ellie reads you books so you can sleep
if she knows you had a particularly rough day she will be like, "you okay, babe? want me to read you something?"
and then your climbing in her bed and resting your head in the crook of her neck as she reads to you
she will send you a picture of any animal she sees on the street
loves getting you things because she loves your reaction to gifts
... the two of you study by getting to take an article of clothing off each time you get something right
let's just say you pass most of your tests
ai audios:
extras:
what the wife says, goes
happy wife happy life
the wife's not gonna like this one
you want some baby?
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I have been off tumblr for a while but popping back in for a second because I have angry Toughts about Books, especially booktok.
I am so tired. When I was a child and a teenager i used to read everyday multiple times a day, i found joy and escapism in literature. Now teens have... this? Really? It makes me fucking sad. I am sure there are also many new good books out there for teens and young adults, but chance is that the people they are aimed to haven't even seen them or don't know they exist. You go into a library or a bookstore and the first thing you see is a booktok shelf. You may not even go into a library anymore because what is glamorized today is how many books you buy each month or each week. This are the books that are marketed, that are talked about. If I wanted to read some YA that is different i have to just reread old books which sure, it can be great but why can I not have any other option?
My sister has recently entered the -teens years. She doesn't read much but honestly? I cannot even fault her. If she was interested to the romance genre what should I tell her to read? This shit? Teach her abuse from an extremely young age because she is guilty of wanting to read? Honestly I feel like there aren't even books for teenagers that are actually for them. All of this YA genre is not for young adults it's for adults. Full stop.
(This also warrants a digression on how wide the ya age ange is. Google says 12 to 30, like excuse me? But my point still stands).
That's it. I hate the new book trends. I hate how to market something you have to boil it to insipid tropes, to a 20 seconds video where you slap a bunch of Pinterest images and some buzzwords. Where all the books are badly done version of themselves. As an author it makes me cry. They have so much potential and it is all wasted like this.
And that is also to say that if you do not agree with any of this, think booktok books are cool, you like authors such as SJM or Colleen Hoovers... get off my blog. Unsubscribe. This is not a space i want people like that in, thank you.
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What It’s Like To Date Simon “Ghost” Riley
W/N: I'm using the comics and combining them with the reboot MW2. I recommend reading them to understand some of this, there's SA, Abuse, and many more disturbing subjects. I'm also not going to romanticize abuse here, this is more of Simon lashing out due to fear and it's not excused. We're not going to pull a Colleen Hoover.
W: Child Abuse, Angst, Fluff, Hurt With Comfort, Insinuated sex, Sexual Abuse, Talks of Torture, Mental Illness, Unhealthy Relationships, Disturbed Simon Riley, Friends With Benefits, Eventual Relationship, Eventual Monogomy, Minor Soap/Ghost
He’s scared of himself.
He’s especially terrified of you.
You provide him with a comfort he’s never known outside of his mother's.
He feels like vomiting when you hold his hands in your own or make him dinner instead of letting him eat his MREs.
You don't treat him like a child but you do make him feel safe like his mother once made him feel.
You shushed the voices in his head away as you slipped your hands underneath his balaclava and brushed his hair.
You pressed your body close to his and wrapped your arms around his body so he'd feel as protected as you did.
You were an anchor to him. One he didn't want to be ripped away from.
When he wakes up sweaty and panting, he reaches for you and the knife he keeps under his pillow.
He couldn't save himself in his nightmares but he sure can keep you safe.
He could save you.
You'd kiss his knuckles, because kissing his neck set him on edge, and mumble about how lovely he is.
"You're human Simon, it doesn't matter how damaged you think you are, I still love you just as you love me."
He'd scream at times.
At you and it hurt him when he'd snap out of it.
His words were all bitter and filled with venom but they nearly never phased you unless it was about things you've shared with him that were intimate.
"You're as shit as I am! You're shit! I'm shit! I hate you! You make me feel weak! I wish you'd die!" He was red and tense in the face. His mask was off and on the floor all while he walked out of your shared apartment to fuck off somewhere where his anger could fizzle out.
The apartment had felt cramped and your questions about his day set him off.
He felt like he was suffocating with just how domestic the space felt and how happy you looked while you prepped dinner for the two of you.
Simon met reason at a bar while 6 drinks deep.
He groaned all while paying for his drinks and heading home, piss drunk and feeling numb.
He shouldn't have felt hurt when you disappeared for the night, not when you didn't kiss him awake the next morning.
He had no right to cry while he ate the dinner you had taken the time to wrap it up with plastic and put it in the fridge for him to heat up later.
He cried all night while hugging the shirt you used for bed.
He waited for you to come back, he even called your friends to see if any of them knew where you were. By the end of the week, he had to head back to base and you didn't kiss him goodbye.
While deployed, you sent him a letter.
You didn't mention the way he hurt you nor the ugliness he bought into your life. You just wrote about how you miss his warmth and that you'll have dinner ready for him when he got back.
"So... I'm guessing you guys are a thing?" It all felt awkward, Soap had felt the tension that Ghost had carried into work after his short leave.
All Ghost had done during their deployment was turn on his phone to stare at the home screen.
Your smile was bright and your eyes soft.
You were a sight to behold. Ghost wanted you there with him.
He needed to feel you again.
"We're just fuck buddies, nothing more." The term left a sour taste in his mouth because he wanted to be more too.
Fear ate at him as he dreamt of you taking care of him. Your hand on his cock all while you whispered sweet nothings into his ear and your other hand playing with his hair.
He was compliant to your touch and all he could do was whine and moan at your gentle touch.
He wakes up with dry cum in his briefs and tears in his eyes. He misses you.
When he gets back he makes sure to grab your favorite takeout and a bottle of wine.
You look tired when you open the door. The bags under your eyes and the confusion that sets in while you look at his bare face.
"What are you doing here, Simon?" You're not mad. He wanted you to yell at him because he knows he deserves it but you instead just look at him like nothing happened.
"I wanted to fix things. I want to make this work." He can feel his eyes start to water and he hands you his gifts before getting down on his knees and holding onto your legs.
You pat his head and comfort him all while he cries and begs you to take him back.
He's a man eaten by his demons but that wasn’t a real excuse for his cruelty.
He was acting like his father and he wanted to die because of it.
"We can make this work, but only if you get professional help. Because Simon," You lower yourself to the floor and hug him. Your chest pressed against his head, his ear right on top of your heart. "I can't save you from your past. I can't be that person. Not again. Not anymore, but I will always love you."
He nods as he listens to your heartbeat. He promises to do better and he promises to look for help.
So he does.
The therapist is more helpful this time around. She listened to him and his fears of losing you.
He's a little scared though. His thoughts take him to places he wishes he couldn't go to but he has to face the music if wants to get better.
Every session is trying, his eyes dry and swollen from crying and shaking while he recounted the horrors of the past.
You stood there, arms open and a warm meal ready for him to eat every time he got back home.
"Thank you, love." He grew comfortable with kissing you.
No longer teeth on flesh with hickeys left behind but tenderly, loving.
He told you more about his life, his childhood, how much he missed his family, how much he wanted to be normal so he could maybe, someday, have one of his own with you.
"Would you want that with me?" He cried as he continued to eat his meal. He was so grateful for your care even while he choked on his own saliva.
"Oh, Simon. I told you I'll always be here for you and I intend to keep that promise." You helped him clean up.
You made sure to get him into bed dry and with warm clothes before letting him lay on top of you.
Most nights he talks to you about the things his father would do to him. The beatings, the lashings, the mental torment.
"She probably had a family. Maybe had friends looking for her. And she died in a dingy toilet thanks to my dad." His breath hitched as he felt the tears well up again. "I feel like I'm to blame for her passing."
You didn't speak back but instead provided comfort.
He fell asleep with his arms wrapped around you and his face tucked in your neck.
He was home, safe, and loved. He felt nourished, his skin finally fitting over his bones.
He felt human all while he listened to your heartbeat and felt your chest raise and fall as you slipped into slumber.
Ghost was no longer someone who had to hide all the ugly from you, Simon would make sure to set him right if it meant being able to have one more night with you.
Like this, on you, sleeping, and knowing you were his.
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