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zacksnydered · 2 years

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Gif Requests

bar fighJust to keep track of what i have in my drafts or in the queue as well as requests i need to work on

@safarigirlsp

jacques

dream sequence - done

black outfit talking with carrouges - done

discussing the allegation with pierre - done

talking about the new castle - queued

part 2 with jacques

dinner and reading with latin - queued

chainmail before the duel - queued

helen of troy haha - queued

3 different versions of the kiss - queued

talking/flirting scene/margie watching - queued

walking out of the tent looking pretty -queued

flirting with margueritte at the tent - -part 1 posted, part 2 queued

getting captaincy and outdoor dinner - drafted

margueritte’s pov of the kiss and the longing after - queued

outside the castle and pushing in the door - queued

riding before the duel with hair out - queued

watching margueritte and carroughes dance - queued

part 3 with jacques

scene after the trial where he’s outside - queued

kicking ass as a knight - - queued

joust scene of them ramming against each other - - queued

hahaha pierre and jacques bitching about carroughes- posted

jacques taking his cape off and joining sex with pierre lmao - queued

full shot of the following lines: “I was born with neither a name nor wealth. I prepared for a life in the church.” And “The requirements did not suit me.” And the shot of “Let them say that to me.” - queued

orgy scene of chasing the girl and picking her up- - queued

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IB9LYBASx-I - queued

The scene where Jacques and Pierre are talking/laughing and carroughes barges in to make a scene - queued

more gifs of him at court - - queued

part 4 with jacques

working at night with pierre behind the desk

quotes

This customer is good and strong.

Come take some evil inside you.

You ar esaddled with a terrible burden, a cold callous man who does not love you as I do.

No less sinful than her coveting me.

I am your friend.

I’m innocent.

A smile and a kind word go much further than a threat. Even if you don't mena it.

If you run, I'll only chase you. (bedroom scene)

If you run, I'll only chase you. (AFTER PARTY scene)

Nothing prevents a woman from being loved by two men. Or a man from being loved by two women.

Hear me say I’m in love with you.

What could we possibly have in common? / Appreciation of one another's extraordinary good looks.

It’s not my doing.

The wolves have not slept either.

Tighter. Tighter.

Come in. Take your pants off.

They paid because I had to insist.

I've heard all about you from the ladies at court. / They're...they're just boasting.

I present myself, Jacque Le gris.

It is I, helen of troy.

Good minds belong together.

They say she is beautiful.

Cheering with drink with a lot of snarky captions.

snl requests

I’m actually very chill monologue.

Quotes

Baby.

That’s hot.

Bring that ass here.

I think we should be together.

Thank you girls for your honesty.

Let’s intern.

Crush your enemies! Grind their bones into dirt! Make them regret they were never born!

Aww man! I’m all out of cash!

And now you’ll die like him too!

You stupid stupid kids!

Happy halloween!

That was an awful conversation wejust had!

[popping the baloon and losing it]

Promo Request : Entry and Christmas Tree https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=FTsTEc4FGgc

Promo 1 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iBlL3DIapTQ

Promo 2 Adam with Halsey

https://twitter.com/nbcsnl/status/1221139099563831296?s=21&t=luVuNepuf5ZikbIHDJ_jzg

https://twitter.com/nbcsnl/status/1221139099563831296?s=21&t=ysa1l7iKT0NGCrUFUrQjPA

https://driverdaily.tumblr.com/post/190460984303/adam-will-be-hosting-snl-tonight-via-nbcsnl

other

burberry show entry https://driverdaily.tumblr.com/post/678582476600442880/adam-driver-arriving-at-the-burberry-autumnwinter

https://driverdaily.tumblr.com/post/634924216698929152/adam-driver-makes-an-appearance-on-last-week john oliver appearance

john oliver appearance quotes

explore the fucking space

i hated this. goodbye.

colbert https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1miD-AWtXqk

brand new requests

adam driver in superbowl bts - updated - drafted

adam driver in superbowl - updated - drafted

adam driver after the superbowl - updated - drafted

flip shooting the pistol, walking around pretty

flip shooting the rifle and taking the coat off

SNL Kylo with a beard - drafted

clyde walking into the kitchen looking big and pretty

Visiting Joe bang in jail. Please also include the gif of “people say that?”

annette requests

jumping rope and shadowboxing

stomping around in his robe, being aggressive, looking hot and angry and crazy

tipping his motorcycle over and staggering around being an idiot

club scene 1

club scene walking up to the rials and straightens up all slithery

dancing in the vest in the pink light

ass flashing scene lol

annette nsfw

first sex scene

two singing into vagina scenes

bedroom scene where he’s awake and walking around touching her belly

house of gucci

Gucci funny quotes, 2 sets - with text please

Gaga- you seem too nice to be a lawyer

Gucci Library Lawyer -there are a few good ones

Jeremy irons glaring at gucci/patrizia during lunch

Al Pacino- Your son is a smart lawyer. My son is an idiot. But he’s my idiot.

Al Pacino- you should reconsider your wardrobe choices

Jared Leto- it’s chic (his velvet suit)

Jared Leto - I am bursting with creativity

Jared Leto- you deliberately hurt my feelings

Gucci- it’s like cake. Once have a taste, you want more, then you want the whole thing

Jeremy irons- you have ideas?

Jared Leto- he’s blind in one eye and deaf in the other

Jeremy irons- you have achieved a triumph of mediocrity

Lady Gaga- bravo!

Jared Leto - I want to soar, like a pigeon

Jared Leto- Why?!?

Gucci running away from cops at his house on his motorcycle in the shearling jacket

Gaga - I don’t consider myself a particularly ethical person, but I am fair.

Gucci- Don’t call me a cretin

Gaga- Our name sweetie

Gaga - don’t miss (to assassins)

persuasion

a few specific quotes :))

@queeniebee

jacques

confessing to marguerite - queued

barging into marguerite’s room - queued

courtroom scene with the swishy cape :D - queued

church scene

others

SNL - slow song - queued

Ketchup skit.

snl end https://twitter.com/nbcsnl/status/1221323251210768384?s=21&t=l58BUf7Tgr1TS_B3q5A2_A

B&W snl scene

https://driverdaily.tumblr.com/post/190124045885/a-message-from-aitaf-founder-adam-driver-via aitaf scene

https://twitter.com/bafta/status/1224036536305537024?s=21&t=xMM8hoTfSBh85HGsaHOdcA BAFTAS

THE WINK https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zTC9WPmzgYM

https://www.reddit.com/r/adamdriver/comments/ejp8us/the_wink_on_youtube/

phillip

-Running through the graveyard & mommy scene

-Kissing the redhead when she shows up & dancing with the blonde girl at the party like a slut lol

-Lifting up Tina fey and carrying her off

-Tina fey pinching his boob and then him wrestling their brother.

randy

the meyerowitz movie scene

flip

getting bitched at and sitting sassily haha

clyde

Mixing drinks

part 2 with jacques

scenes with him with the hat and kissing the horse and others - drafted

scene hunting with pierre - drafted

him on the white hourse - drafted

more from the different povs at the castle with marguerite - drafted

the sex hair - drafted

annette

romantic shots of the helmet kiss to carrying her in the bedroom and laying her down before the sex startsh

shower scene

lol taking care of the baby shirtless

being a weirdo coming out of the shower with the hood on

blowing a kiss at baby anette

acting like a puppet and then kneels at her feet and hugs anne

stripping his shirt off and getting ready for bed

gucci

Sex scene starting when they start making out, then he picks her up etc.

Bathtub scene

Soccer game scene starting with Gucci hiding behind Patrizia and then taking jacket off

@lumberjack00fantasies

jacques

muddy during the first battle - queued

dinner scene with carroughes - queued

the lunging scene - queued

shorter hair and in armor meeting pierre

flip

talking to ron - queued in several parts

first meeting - queued

coming back from undercover - queued

undercover with a wire - queued

tan coat and having a beer - queued

tan coat and smoking u.u - queued

and one where he was raising his hand - posted

others

super bowl ad - queued

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1miD-AWtXqk colbert - no text necessary

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=A4UmrRFAJiw - awards interview

brand new requests

flip blue flannel

flip in the truck at dark

flip yelling, manhandling, being aggressive

Leaning against the truck and then walking around with BDE

Clyde storming out of the bar and setting the truck on fire

Clyde leaning against the fence after setting shit on fire lol. Then pushing through the group of idiots to yell at Jimmy

annette

dancing on the ship

being aggressive and killing the conductor ( especially where he knocks the conductor out of the chair and yanks up from the ground and manhandles )

@redheadedjetsetter

clyde

Clyde walking around after being released from jail and if there’s not a lot there, any of the gifs of him in court would be great toop

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don quixote

Hotel room scene - safarigirlsp

Slapping, dancing, kissing scene - safarigirlsp

Where he’s freaking out and looking over the balcony being hot lol queeniebee

Hugging and Spinning with the girl (I forgot her name lol) @queeniebee

Kissing the girl and then the sheep 🤣

Dancing and spinning and flirting with the intern @queeniebee

Reaction gifs lol @queeniebee

By the pond helping the girl out on her jack and flirting and whatever else you think looks good! @queeniebee (sent 10)

Leather jacket scenes from the special features @lumberjack00fantasies (I actually haven’t seen this, so if you can’t do it, no worries!)

the witch

“I am that very witch” -safarigirlsp

“Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?” -safarigirlsp

Silence

Boat ride - queeniebee

Emo parting ways and hugging

Starving with good hair

Whatever is going on in these pretty firelight scenes

When it rains it pours 🤣

new requests

kylo ren beginning of tros

house of wax quotes

john wick 3 horse scene

australia gifsets

shirtless and being a smartass

bar fight scene

making out in the rain and sexy scene

the teaching foxtrot dance scene

riding shots

#u.u #misc: text post.#just to keep you guys updated as well

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foli-vora · 3 years

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more than words, pt.6

masterlist / mtw masterlist

A/N: Surprise! Thank you all for your patience—I’m sorry it’s taken so long! It wasn’t meant to, but life kept getting in the way (as it does) and then there was family crap to do over Easter lmao. I hope you enjoy the new chapter! There’s so bloody many of you beautiful angels on the tag list now and I’m so scared about leaving someone out! If I’ve missed you, please let me know and I’m sorry! I’m constantly blown away by everyone’s love for my little story—thank you so much! It makes me cry a minimum of 23 times a day.

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x f!reader, bestfriend!Benny Miller x f!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut (18+), oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, swearing, brief mention of alcohol, storm clouds gathering on the horizon

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5

It’s hard not to giggle drowsily as rough fingertips trace over your ribs, arms quickly winding around your torso as you try to squirm away, and pull you back into a bare chest. Frankie chuckles lowly in your ear, lips pressing softly to your temple as your chest grows with warmth, stomach flipping from the wave of bliss that flows through you.

He relinquishes his hold for just a second as you turn, smiling lazily up at him as the warm morning sun shines through the gaps in his blinds and paints soft lines across his features. His smile grows as you lightly trace along his jaw, turning his head slightly to kiss your fingers.

“Good morning,” you murmur sleepily, wiggling further into his arms.

“Yeah, it is.” He replies quietly, lightly tracing along your spine, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You press your lips against the hollow of his throat, nose running along the warm skin as his Adams apple bobs when he swallows. His arms tighten around you, and you can’t help the content sigh that leaves you as your eyes are lulled closed again by his comforting embrace and steady breathing in your ear. His fingers resume their dancing across the skin of your back, and you squirm when he goes just a little too close to your sides.

“You’re very ticklish.” He mutters quietly, and you don’t miss the mischievous tone in his voice.

“Don’t even think—”

Squealing sharply as his fingers dig into your sides, you try to wiggle out of his hold and laugh into his chest when he just drags you right back to him. You blink in surprise when you’re suddenly rolled onto your back, smiling widely up at him as he hovers above you.

“Good morning,” he grins, pressing a soft kiss to your nose.

“Yeah, it is.” You cheekily return his words, grinding softly against the solid mass you feel digging into your thigh. He hums lowly as he moves to your lips, dragging his hips along yours and chuckling when you whine into his mouth. “What time does Mena—”

“We’ve got time.” He all but growls after quickly looking at his alarm clock, head quickly moving from yours and disappearing under the sheets with a quiet ruffle.

You laugh quietly, poking at the lump under the sheets that moves down your body with a grin. Fingers dance along your sides again and you shriek in surprise, thrashing lightly under his touch, “Francisco!”

His chuckle is muffled against your skin, arousal settling low in your core when his lips suddenly trail teasingly along your hip. He gently squeezes himself between your thighs, pressing kiss and after soft kiss along the insides of your thighs.

“Fran—oh.”

His tongue is hot when it slides between your folds and your eyes flutter closed as you sink into the pillows. Fingers gently spread you, and then lips are suddenly encasing your clit, a whimper falling from your lips as you buck into his mouth.

He’s too fucking good at this—

His mouth plucks any remaining thoughts straight from your head as you turn to mush, body melting into the mattress as his tongue works relentless strokes against your clit, fingers swiping through the slick quickly gathering at your entrance and gently easing one, then two, inside you, curling deep against your walls and hitting the spot that had your back immediately arching.

“Fuck—”

You can’t help but grind against his hand, Frankie groaning in approval when you slowly start to fuck yourself on his fingers and rub your clit needily against his mouth. He lets you set the pace and take what you need, more than content to just lay and let you move against him.

Your climax builds gradually, the heat burning through your body and settling lowly and tightening the coil in your stomach slowly, but he doesn’t complain, doesn’t pull away like previous impatient partners. He welcomes the pace, enjoys the leisurely drag of your hips against his mouth for as long as you need, and moans quietly into your pussy, grinding his hard cock against the mattress to ease the borderline painful throbbing.

His hair is soft between your fingers when you wind them through it, and tug just how he likes, his groan in response vibrating against you in just the right way to push you up and over the edge.

You can’t help but cry out when the coil snaps and heat suddenly shoots through you, toes curling painfully against each other as your thighs tremble in his hold. He doesn’t let up when you cum, tongue moving to greedily lap your entrance and then back to your clit as he pins your hips to the bed.

It’s too fucking much.

“Frankie—fuck, stop—”

He does immediately, and you breathe in relief, flinging the sheets aside and meeting his hungry gaze the second his head is revealed. His eyes are dark as he blinks up at you from where his head rests against your thigh, a whimper falling weakly from your lips when he gently removes his fingers from you. Your stomach flips when he sticks them in his mouth, and you pull at his hair impatiently, moaning when his wet lips attach to yours, the taste of you flooding your mouth when his tongue pushes past your lips and slides along your own.

His cock feels heavy against your thigh and you eagerly reach for it, quickly lining him up at your entrance and whining when he slowly pushes into you.

He could get used to this.

You were hot around him, pussy still fluttering from your orgasm, and he has to take a second to calm the sudden urge to cum then and there. You shift your hips impatiently against his, nuzzling into his hair as he buries his head into the curve of your shoulder with a shudder.

“Go baby—”

“I’m gon—”

“It’s okay, give it to me.”

He groans into your skin, pulling his hips back and then slamming forward, thrusts sloppy and eager as he chases his release. You praise him quietly, muttering sweet nothings into his ear as he climbs higher and higher until he trembles in your arms, teeth digging into your shoulder to muffle his cry as his cock twitches and empties inside your pussy.

He stays on top of you, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, and you card your fingers through his curls softly as he comes down.

“Fuck.” He pants, kissing his way to your lips before carefully pulling out of you and rolling to the side, dropping beside you with a lazy sigh. You bask in the comfortable quiet that settles over his bedroom, rolling into his side when his hand blindly reaches for you.

A small noise sounds from the baby monitor next to the bed and he huffs a breathless chuckle as he looks at it. “Perfect timing.”

You giggle into his chest, stealing one last greedy kiss before rolling from the bed to start getting dressed.

“She’s not awake yet, but she’s getting there. We have time for a quick shower, if you want to join me?”

You grin at him, dropping the clothes in your hands and crawling over him, kissing him softly. “How could I refuse?”

He hums against your lips, “If you want to make it to the shower, I suggest you move before I throw that idea right out the fucking window and keep you here.”

You laugh as he gently moves out from under you, playfully swatting his ass as he walks away.

His shower is small, but you both make do as you take turns under the warm spray of water and wash. It’s not long until your lips are moving desperately against his, your back arching as it meets the cold tiles.

A noise, that sounds distinctively like an impatient ‘papa’, echoes from the baby monitor on the bathroom counter and Frankie chuckles into your smile.

“That’s my cue. Stay here—take as long as you need. We’ll be in the kitchen.”

And then he’s stepping out after a final kiss, wrapping a towel around his waist and slipping from the bathroom altogether, leaving you to relax and enjoy the hot water alone. Nerves suddenly blossom in your stomach as the sound of giggles echo through the house, and you find yourself rewashing to prolong the inevitable.

What if she doesn’t like you?

Toddlers can be tricky, and if she didn’t like you, then that would kind of kill whatever you had going with Frankie. Who would stay with someone who their kid doesn’t like?

You shut the shower off before you can really work yourself into an anxious mess and slink back to Frankie’s room, smiling when you hear him cooing to Mena in the kitchen. Dressing felt like you were about to have a fucking job interview, and you find yourself pulling at your clothes in his full-length mirror, frowning at your jeans and casual top.

She’s one, for fuck’s sake. She’s not going to notice what you’re wearing—

Shaking your head, you take a deep breath and leave the comfort of his room, following the sounds of childish little giggles. Frankie hears you coming, and smiles softly at you in reassurance as he turns.

“Mena, Ésta es mi amiga,” he says softly, bouncing a beautiful little girl on his hip. She blinks curiously at you, soul crushing eyes that match Frankie’s in depth and shade rolling over your frame before a small frown pinches her brows.

Her little face twists, lips pursing into a small pout and for a brief second, you’re terrified she’s going to cry… but then she smiles, dimple denting her chubby little cheek, and you feel yourself sigh quietly in relief. Thank fuck—

You grin at her, wiggling your fingers in a playful wave and she giggles quietly, turning to bury her face in Frankie’s shoulder as he laughs quietly.

“You’re never shy, princesa,” he murmurs against her forehead, fingers dancing softly along her sides. “Is the pretty lady scary?”

You scowl light-heartedly at him, “Hey.”

Mena giggles again, peeking at you through her fingers before she’s squirming in his grasp and running to her toys when Frankie puts her down. She calls after you with a playful babble, hands clapping impatiently when you take a little longer than she likes.

Frankie joins you on the floor as Mena bustles about, sitting dutifully still when she tries to balance a tiara on his head and accepting an empty play plate with a hum of appreciation as she all but falls in your lap, and watches him pretend-eat expectantly.

She lets you brush her bed fluffed hair with her princess comb and stays still as you tie her little curls into pigtails, giggling when Frankie starts poking her about never sitting this still for him.

It feels like home, you realise with a startle as Frankie starts on breakfast. Like you had always been here, always with them both, fitting perfectly into their little morning routine like the spot had always been there waiting for you.

Mena stays curled up in your lap the entire time Frankie cooks, bringing out book after book, and playing with the necklace around your neck as you read the stories quietly to her. You feel Frankie watching every now and then, and try to steady your rapid heartbeat each time you meet his gaze with a small smile.

Music’s playing softly in the kitchen when you go to see if he needs help with anything, Mena following curiously behind you and dragging an absurdly large soft toy behind her.

“I could get used to this.” You murmur as Frankie flips something on the stove, singing quietly along to the song playfully from the radio.

He grins at you from over his shoulder, “I hope so.”

Your stomach flips as your gaze falls to the floor shyly, smile widening across your face. He slides the food onto the waiting plates and sidles up to you after discarding the frying pan, arms winding around your waist.

He feels like an idiot, but can’t help the words as they tumble clumsily from his lips. “You make me very happy.”

Fuck. Understatement of the century.

Your eyes shine when they flicker up to meet his, your heart hammering heavily against your chest. “You make me very happy, too.”

He melts on the spot instantly, diving in for a kiss without another thought.

“Well, isn’t this cosy.”

“Cutest shit I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”

You both startle, eyes flashing to the three men sauntering into the kitchen. Frankie’s face morphs first—his eyes narrowing at his friends as his jaw works in frustration, Mena squealing in excitement in the background at the sudden appearance of her favourite people. You, on the other hand, smile in welcome, grinning at Benny’s suggestive brow wiggle. He swipes you up into an immediate hug, fingers snatching food from your plate before you even realise his ulterior motives.

It surprises you when Santiago hugs you as well, making a cheeky comment about you still being able to walk as he helps himself to the fridge, and you flush with a flood of hot embarrassment as Benny snorts out a laugh from beside you.

Frankie stops Will from passing him, a frown burrowing between his brows. “I expect this from those two, but you? I expect better of you.”

Will nods in quiet understanding, lips twitching into a small grin. “That’s fair.”

It’s not the train wreck Frankie expects it will be.

Sure, there was teasing—more than he could keep with, in fact, but you jump in whenever he struggles with his snappy retorts, more than willing to take the brunt of both Pope and Benny’s relentless teasing, and it had his heart hammering in his chest to see everyone so at peace, so comfortable in each other’s presence... you just thrown in the mix like you were always meant to be there.

Mena gets swept away with her uncles, more than content to be showered with constant praise and attention, moving between each man with her toys until she eventually falls asleep in Will’s arms, little face pressed up against his neck as she snores lightly.

It’s nice to be accepted so quickly, so easily, by not only Frankie’s friends, but Benny’s, too. Watching them be together, picking shit on each other and laughing in the small dining room, was heart-warming. They really were family, and as Benny pulls out the chair between him and Frankie, you feel completely at peace between your two favourite men.

Mena’s laugh is contagious as she swings higher and higher, Frankie chuckling lowly as he pushes her, watching you jump back and forth in front of the swing and make a playful grab for the little feet that kick at you.

The park is empty, save for the three of you, and you bask in the suns soft, warm rays as it beams down on you. Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you step away with a smile directed at Frankie, humming a quiet greeting after your thumb slides across the screen.

“Let’s get lunch—I want tacos.” Benny’s voice floods your ear without so much as a hi and you snort.

“Hello Benjamin. I can’t—I’m at the park with Frankie and Mena.” You laugh quietly as you watch them play, Frankie growling as he ducks and dives through the playground after the squealing toddler.

You hear the pout in his voice when he speaks again. “Well, bring them, too—”

“We’ve got a picnic.”

“Oh okay, I see how it is—rude bitch.”

“Excuse you, asshole,” you smile, shaking your head when he laughs loudly in your ear, “I’ll call you later?”

“Yeah, you better. Enjoy your shitty picnic, bitch. And you owe me tacos.”

“I don’t owe you shit, Miller.”

He’s gone before you can even breathe a goodbye, and you roll your eyes as you return to the pair going down the slide, laughing when Frankie has to shuffle his hips to fit down. Mena slides right into your arms and giggles when you spin, little hands grabbing your jacket as she snuggles into your chest.

The day flies by with more laughter and toddler snuggles than you can count, and it’s not long until Frankie’s trying to pry her greedy little fingers from your t-shirt after she passes out in your arms after her bedtime story. You follow Frankie to her bedroom, smiling as you watch him carefully manoeuvre her into her cot after kissing her gently on the forehead.

He really did glow around her, and you feel your adoration for him triple as he carefully steps back towards you, quietly pulling her door closed.

Frankie reads the emotion washing across your face and kisses you softly, heart thundering in his chest as your lips move sweetly against his own.

Lost in Frankie’s soft affections as you both stumble blindly to his room, you don’t end up calling Benny back, and you miss his call the next morning, too wrapped up in the hands that greedily grab at your body in the soft morning light.

There’s a chill in the bar, bought in from the patrons desperate to escape the relentless rain pounding against the windows. Benny watches them all rush in, laughing as they shake the water from their jackets and move to their tables.

“Just you tonight?”

His bright eyes find the waitress placing the beers on the table, and he shrugs quietly, gaze falling back out to the dark parking lot where his truck sits alone at the far end. “Looks that way.”

She senses his reluctance for conversation and slinks away from the table, moving to take other orders.

He sighs heavily, thumb brushing over his phone screen as he scrolls through the many bubbles of his texts, stacking one on top of the other, all unbroken by a reply. Not even one—not even a call. It’s fucking Wednesday.

Where the fuck were you? It wasn’t like you to just not show. Were you okay?

But then he checks your Instagram, sees a picture of you snuggled under a blanket with a movie playing in the background, a pair of long legs stretched out next to yours with a sappy little text in the corner—‘movie nights with him

The relief he feels is short lived.

So you were okay—you were just ignoring him.

He throws cash on the table next to the untouched beer and pizza as he stands, shrugging his jacket on and shoving his phone into his back pocket. He slams the bar door a little harder than necessary after he walks through it, too angry to even flinch at the cold rain that saturates him as he strides to his truck.

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Hey I'm new to your blog and I love it!! I'm just confused though... Who exactly do you ship from atla? I've been looking through your posts off and on today and there are some posts for example where it seems like you do like kataang and then older posts make it seem like you don't? Also I have no clue what Litara is?? Thanks 😊

so i have mixed feelings on katara/aang. i know there are people who dislike it because katara is like “a mom” to aang, but that simply isn’t true. they are both kids, and that’s the reason why they’re initially drawn to each other (see: going penguin sledding). to say that katara treats aang like a son is some bullshit, and a fundamental misinterpretation of katara’s character. they are the most important person in each other’s lives, and they are best friends. what i dislike about the way their dynamic is portrayed, though, is the episodes which explore their romance (not all of them! just some of them). these episodes feel cliched and tired, employing lazy shorthand to indicate that they’re “meant for each other.”

romance was never one of atla’s strongsuits. i would even go as far as to say it’s their weakest link, writing-wise. in a show that otherwise excels in writing three-dimensional characters, where romance is concerned, the writing falls flat. i think sokka and suki work really well together, but even then, suki obviously isn’t explored to the same degree as the rest of the gaang. i love sokka and yue’s tragic romance (because even i can be a little bitchbaby sometimes), but their buildup is definitely underdeveloped. mai and zuko getting back together at the end of the show is completely nonsensical, because zuko has done nothing to prove that he won’t continue to be a shitty boyfriend to mai, and mai deserves better. (and don’t even get me started on that lok love triangle.)

we talk a lot about how atla (and lok!!!) is a show created by two whites, and the intense insensitivity of its portrayal of the tibetan genocide, the way in which its lore draws so heavily on hindu theology & philosophy and yet their one south asian character is a caricature, the way sandbenders are a racist caricature of mena ppl, using the name lake laogai, mispronouncing/misspelling asian names, i could go on... but i just remembered that’s not the point of this post. lmao. anyway. atla is also a show created by two men. and while i genuinely believe that katara is one of, if not the best, teenage girl characters ever portrayed on tv, there are definite flaws, as well as assumptions made, where romance is concerned.

for example, the fact that people thought katara was in a “love triangle” with aang and zuko is absurd. i mean, i can see why people thought that. i’ve read the powerpoints about why zuko and katara should have “ended up together” because they’re like romeo & juliet or whatever (you know, how romeo terrorized juliet for most of the play and juliet hated him? we all remember that, right??), and i get why there’s an appeal. but it’s not a love triangle, because zuko was never a contender. but people still wanted to treat katara as if she was a prize to be won, and let the best man win. which is deeply sexist, plain n simple.

audiences are romance-obsessed due to society & the media’s constant insistence that romance is the only way for a woman to find personal fulfillment (watch crazy ex girlfriend all seasons streaming now on netflix). i reject the idea that katara had to “end up” with someone by the end of the show, and not only “end up,” but “stay with together forever, marry, and have three kids with.” katara is fourteen. aang is twelve. yes they have crushes on each other, and love each other deeply, but they are kids. romance isn’t necessary.

the love katara and aang have for each other is a fundamental pillar of the show, and their love for each other is deep and poignant. up until the moment lazy shorthand is employed to indicate that their feelings are romantic. they’re still cute, but these moments are cliched as all hell, and the thing about romance cliches is that romantic cliches promote sexism. whoops!

the original character of li (invented by me, chell, julie klausner, and inspired by my friend’s ex-boyfriend who is the most amenable and polite man i have probably ever met) is, in essence, a thought experiment in which we provide katara the perfect man whose entire life revolves around happily attending to her needs. if she wants to spend all her time in the south pole because that is where her family and her tribe is and also she is chief which is kind of a hands-on job, actually, he will gladly move there for her. one of his side hobbies is that he is a masterclass chef, and so he cooks every meal for her. whenever katara has to deal with a bunch of particularly stubborn idiots that day, he just sits there and listens to her rant, never interjecting with his own opinions. his baggage never gets in the way of her baggage, because he is his therapist’s best patient. it’s heterosexual rights!

at risk of explaining the joke, basically, he is what bryke (and gene yang–ugh) think katara would be for aang......which obviously isn’t in line with what aang as a character would want for katara, but she was never confirmed to be the chief of the swt either, and that’s fucked up! katara is a character with so much agency, but to make her the love interest for the protagonist, regardless of how wonderful said protagonist is, and how much he adores and supports her (which, to be clear, he absolutely does!), strips her of some of that agency by virtue of being a female character written by men. i love katara and aang, and i love the love they have for each other. but ideally, to me at least, the show would have ended on their hug, not their kiss. a romance between them can be implied, but it would have been more open-ended. because romance isn’t necessary, not when you’re in middle school, and frankly, not ever.

#i cant speak for chell tho #but i think she agrees with me #like its not awful by any means #but its not well written either #and we only like good writing :)#so thats why #analysis #asks #yawningvevo

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philcmena · 4 years

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「natalia dyer & demi girl」⇾ carmichael, philomena, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she/they are a taurus and 20 years old. she/they are studying wildlife science, living in noland and can be whimsical, patient, apathetic & unpredictable. when i see her/them i am reminded of the gentleness of decomposition, dancing naked around the flames, and whipping wind in your hair. ⇽「james & 21 & est & they/them.」

here’s my second !! baby child i love a lot ... much kinder ... a bit odd .. love of my life ... a classic ... a favorite ..

TW CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. DISSOCIATION ), DEATH, DECAY, MAGGOTS.

aesthetic.

wildflowers in your hair and bare feet against moss, binoculars and maps, madonna beating out of half-dead speakers in a half-dead van, whipping wind, jumping off cliffs and rolling down hills, a bandaid wrapped around each finger, cryptic bumper stickers and cryptids in the woods, facing the sun and letting the rays hit you, counting stars late into the night, dancing naked in the woods with nothing but fire to light your way, mismatched socks and lucky ribbons, hoarding a box of special treasures, shoplifting and diner-dashing, bleach against roots, pink sweaters paired with ripped fishnets and slip dresses with knock off uggs, willingly wearing crocs, glitter stickers, fungi and feeling one with them, lying down and decomposing, they’ll find us in a week. they’ll find us in a week.

basic info.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, mena, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th lmao !!

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: demisexual !!!!

pinterest ( & her family pinterest b/c they’re my most developed family uwu)

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inspired by: luna lovegood (harry potter), orla mccool (derry girls), cassie ainsworth (skins), alice (alice’s adventures in wonderland), amelie (amelie).

biography.

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

the order of siblings goes as such: lysander, elektra, juno, philomena, and twins orion & valora. the deal was that everybody had a greek (or in juno’s case, roman) first name and a middle name inspired by a piece of british literature circa 1800s and under. a family of nerds, if you will.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are … eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

they each have their own quirks and whatnot - though philly’s always been particularly dreamy - even as a child, she’d spend hours watching clouds or caterpillars or the leaves blow in the wind rather than play with other kids. she wasn’t a shy kid - she just had her own interests.

hardship doesn’t hit the family until philomena is five and starts having splitting headaches. they’re slow at first - but as soon as she’s seeing spots and unable to walk in a straight line, doctor appointments are made.

it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

it’s grade ii but slow-moving, small enough to not be as much of a threat as worried, but big enough where removal is necessary. philomena earns a scar and brings it in for show-and-tell. for two months afterwards, philly’s at radiotherapy monday through friday.

they’re lucky - philomena’s considered cancer-free by the next year. she’s babied at first - handled delicately, as if she could break if touched - but with five other children … it doesn’t last for too long.

and life continues as normal.

her personality doesn’t shift much over the next few years - she’s awfully independent for a kid, and awfully quiet - when she speaks it’s about faeries and bigfoot, about how the sky is so blue and if you listen quietly, you can hear the leaves whisper their secrets to each other. this is not odd.

she’s close to all her siblings, but she idolizes her older sister - elektra. elektra’s six years older and dyes her hair whatever colors she wants. elektra bought a knife off a seedy guy downtown. elektra threw away all of her heels and renounced god. elektra is god. her music is loud but it’s not heavy - it’s florence and the machine.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels…less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

philomena is smart - but she’s fifteen and hates school. hates sitting inside all day. hates the same routine - day after day - it’s all the same. her parents’ routine is the same, philly feels contained and she wants to live.

elektra’s twenty-one and just bought a brand new spanking (used but not falling apart) 19-something volkswagen … van - using her entire savings account. she says she’s tired of routine, she’s leaving the next day.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

it hurts christopher and imogen - lysander’s not having any of their nonsense, juno’s betrayed and alone - the twins are twins. in the end, it’s alright. the carmichael family is a happy family.

philomena and elektra take their time - it’s not a road trip, it’s their new life, permanently on the road. they stop and explore often - they do odd jobs in whatever town they settle in. they dine-n-dash, they shoplift. they survive in their own way.

during particularly desperate times, they two resorted to identity theft & credit fraud - getting away with it only by ditching the cards once they’ve made it out of state.

she drops out of high school officially when she’s seventeen - they have to drive all the way back to california to deal with the wrath of their parents and to deal with paperwork, but it’s done. philomena doesn’t know what path she wants in life - but it’s not that.

it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs.

there is trauma though, deep-rooted but somewhere inside - you just have to look for it.

you. just. have. to. look. for. it. look for it. look for it. look for it look for it look -

you were ten and she was thirteen, an off-trail hike in familiar woods in a familiar town, safe and familiar. it was your idea, to stray from the carved out paths, down creeks and up hills and round, and round again. you’re the one who spotted the scarf first, sticking up from the dirt and dancing in the wind like the beginning of reincarnation. it was not reincarnation, it was discovery. it was ruin. with curiosity drawn, you skidded down - with compliance, followed juno, followed your sister - clumsy in her steps and tumbling down quicker than you. you saw the corpse, but juno felt it. decaying flesh and maggot.

and she left juno, just like that - just five years later, when juno had finally gone to the end of her wits. philly up and left. abandoned her.

philomena and elektra leave the city after that therapy session. they do not return. she’s always been good at hiding her secrets.

three years later and her parents want philly to have a higher education - desperate for it, really - worried for her future. it’s a battle that she loses, getting her GED and applying to a local college in florida in shameful compliance.

they’re there for a year until philly gets (expectantly) expelled from the community college & the two of them are banned from the town they’d residing in up until that point. they don’t talk about it - but boy, was it one hell of a time.

they found refuge in lovell, a town that seemed to suit them well - it suited elektra’s desire to travel up and down the east coast, and it intrigued philomena enough to the point of her being content with staying. soon after, philly officially transferred to radcliffe for the fall semester & they’ve been here since!

UPDATE: another summer update! very simple ... she n elektra traveled the states again, as they always do ... like clockwork. had to be dragged back to radcliffe (doesn’t like staying in one place for too long) bt also <3 likes a lot of people here n brought them all souvenirs. it ws very nice! nothing bad.

personality.

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

often underestimated - philly’s petite and looks like she’d fall over if a plastic bag blew too close to her. she’s independent - for the most part. elektra is the only person philly takes orders from.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

believes in pretty much any superstition you throw her way. luck is very important to her. if you ask her if the earth is flat, she’ll say probably. believes strongly in bigfoot and the lochness monster. has personally seen aliens, and loves ghosts almost more than herself.

she can be amusing - whether you ‘get’ her or not, her outlook is often bright - she talks about the negatives the same way she talks about the positives. can be seen as naive or gullible, but she’s plenty smart. even if half of her education has come directly from google.

philly doesn’t laugh. a smile, yes - often, in fact - not always reaching her ears, or bearing teeth - but these are not indicators of her happiness. philly is consistently content. she thinks many things are funny - she still will not laugh.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is apathetic in most situations. she’s hard to bother - she’s incredibly patient and enjoys the company of most - tolerates them at the very least. it’s hard for her to express her emotions, because she feels them so little that it’s very nearly not worth it. her affection is not verbal - it’s small touches and gestures of kindness, love in her own way.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

she has insomnia, so she’s awake often. is often seen wandering town - even when she shouldn’t be, even when it might be dangerous. her intuition is delayed. when she does sleep - her dreams are vivid and fantastical.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

her style changes every week - most, if not all, of her clothes are thrifted. one week she’s baby spice and the next she’s lydia deetz. she combines pieces from different styles often - she looks like a barbie clothed by a child. she feels most comfortable like this.

will either patch-up the clothes that get too worn or reuse them in some way. sometimes donates the clothes she gets tired off - isn’t minimalistic, but she’s learned to keep only a small amount of possessions.

the only consistency is her lucky ribbon - it’s pastel yellow and silky and as thin as a shoelace. she ties it onto her outfit of the day, everyday. if she loses it, she’s lost. elektra has a matching ribbon.

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been. she tries to be good while in lovell / radcliffe - would hate to be forced out by mobs with torches and pitchforks

currently living in noland while elektra stays in their van, florence - sometimes philly stays there during the weekends.

they used to live in motels on the occasion, the cheapest room, and more often than not they’d both go home with strangers for a comfier bed and a hotter shower.

it was a common occurrence - she didn’t sleep with them - but somehow, she weaseled her way into their homes anyway. has come out mostly unscathed, on most occasions. this has been a practice ever since they’ve been on the road.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first and only kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her.

will consume a n y t h i n g you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

listens to whatever they’ve picked up along the way but she likes instrumentals the best. her second favorite genre is 1990′s and 2000′s top hits. they’re nostalgic for her. third favorites? florence, of course. fleetwood mac. the bird and the bee.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggling.

also, accordion.

the kind of girl who’ll do any job you give her. odd jobs are her favorite jobs. babysitting is her least favorite - but she does it anyway. has lost children before. have they ever been found? not by philly.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

( like her frequent visits to the woods, late at night when the moon is high and full. it’s freeing to dance around a fire, stark naked in the cold. builds immunity )

comes and goes wherever she pleases, nothing & nobody can stop her (besides elektra). has befriended the campus witch, or as much as the witch will allow, and shrike as well. she knows to respect nature, and abandoned sites - she’s practically free to explore as she wishes, her only pride is the trust she’s gained.

the trust expands to animals as well, she has a certain knack for getting them to like her. has too many ‘pet’ rats that reside with her, alongside a baby raccoon & a few crow pals. has a new animal companion everyday, but she doesn’t contain them or force them to stay.

leaves her window in noland wide open because of this, because her window is conveniently right besides a tree with sturdy branches. good for animal smuggling, sneaking in and out, hiding, etc. etc. world is her oyster.

though her room in noland is ??? frankly a mess ??? already ??? usually keeps most of her possessions in her memory box but she’s also turned her room into a mini labyrinth of knick-knacks. very cozy, but very nest-like. think of howl’s room from howl’s moving castle.

wanted connections.

random encounters… it’s only her second semester at radcliffe, she hasn’t met everybody yet i’m sure

random encounters…in the wild… alternately, people she’s met before in a different part of the country. whether she’s stolen from them or crashed at their place, or simply shared a dinner. anything goes!

unexpected sleepover… someone whose place she crashed at after a mysterious night. a party, adventure, etc. etc. maybe they don’t even remember her staying over, maybe she hadn’t been with them to begin with.

employers… she does a lot of odd jobs! knows how to make a lot of things in many different mediums just to earn a small living.

friends… y’know … people who enjoy her presence, likes her oddness. they may not understand her, but they appreciate her. or maybe they do understand her, in their own way!

not friends… philly doesn’t consider anybody an enemy in the slightest, but some people may not be fond of her … think she’s a little too strange, or they refuse to understand her, or something of the likes.

closing in… someone trying to get closer to her, trying to figure her out on a level deeper than what she would like, and she keeps slipping out from between their fingers every time.

mom friend mom friend mom friend… older sibling figures! dad friends! take one look at philly and instantly want to swaddle n protect her.

caught red handed… someone catches her stealing or about to dine-n-dash. do they care? who knows!

late-night shenanigans… they just walk and talk at night … very relaxing … not actually very shenanigans filled…

a dealer… because she wasn’t born on 4/20 for nothing. she’s not turning 20 on 4/20/20 fr nothing. don’t fail us.

debating conspiracies… or superstitions, really anything. maybe they’re frustrated at her apathy surrounding all situations.

no likey… :( they distrust her. probably fr good reason tho … i don’t blame you

thrifting pals… no explanation needed methinks

an eventual hook-up… maybe … possibly … it’s questionable, but it could happen! can’t stay a virgin forever! (or well. she cld. we’ll see!) she’d probably have to trust yr muse a lot though

unrequited romance uwu… probably unrequited on her end because she doesn’t usually think of anybody in a romantic sense - it’s possible, but you’d have to be something special for her to like you back. that being said …

something returned… eventually, slowly. slow. it’ll take time.

maybe something returned !! eventually. slowly. slow.

n like rly anything u want !! anything u can think of i am here 2 fulfill … we can brainstorm all sorts of wacky scenarios!! she’s a thief! she’s an accordion player! she dances naked in the woods! she’s been in the circus AND a small utah county jail!

#ruhqintro #cancer tw #trauma tw #depersonalization tw #derealization tw #dissociation tw #death tw #maggots tw #decay tw

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altphilcmena · 4 years

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『NATALIA DYER ❙ DEMI GIRL』 ⟿ looks like PHILOMENA CARMICHAEL is here for HER/THEIR SOPHOMORE year as a WILDLIFE SCIENCE student. SHE/THEY are 19 years old & known to be WHIMSICAL, PATIENT, APATHETIC & UNPREDICTABLE. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ JAMES. 20. EST. SHE/THEY.

hllo this is a slightly older bt not tht old like. minus a year old muse of mine tht i thought wld fit rly well into this group n i hope u guys all love her bc i love her a lot !!! anyways pls drop a LIKE if u wld like to plot because i need to know. who to plot with. there’s so many people pleathe help me out HBSJDNKFMGLH

TW CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. MENTAL ILLNESS ), DEATH, DECAY, MAGGOTS.

aesthetic.

basic info.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, mena, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th lmao !!

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: ??? $500 ebay mystery box. pansexual if you had to label it.