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shayyprasad · 1 month

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would you love me if i were a worm? | peter parker

summary: you ask peter a very, very serious question.

warnings: nothing! (reader goes by rose sometimes... like a pet-name?)

pairing: frat!peter x bimbo reader

word count: 0.7k+ words

a/n: i honestly had so much fun writing intellectual, i wanted to add more to this little bimbo!verse! this trend feels like such a cute, bimbo-y thing, so i put it on here! (in no way is use of "bimbo" meant to be a patriarchal stereotype. please do not take it offensively, this is a work of fiction.)

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you're scrolling through your instagram reels, trying to pass your time. you're snuggled against peter - he's nice and warm - and lazily draped against him.

his arm has lost feeling at this point, but he couldn't care less, he's totally happy with it. being close to and loved by you is the best thing he could ever ask for. peter's lost a lot in his life, but you'll never be one of them.

he has his head laying on top of yours, tapping away at his laptop. peter's been busy with spider-man, to the point where the essay that is due tomorrow completely slipped his mind. he's trying to multitask since he hasn't spent that much time with you lately.

he's struggling, typing with one hand, but it's worth it.

you swipe to the next video using your freshly painted nails (they're a nice shade of pink, topped with a glitter coat). what's playing is a girl talking to her boyfriend; you can't hear the audio, but there a subtitles. the girl poises a very important question:

what would he do if she were a worm? would he love her still?

which leads you to think, what would peter do if you were a worm?

would he still love you?

or would he give you away? throw you into the dirt? would he step on you?

you gasp at the thought, and peter turns to look at you. "you good?" he doesn't look nor sound especially concerned, but the look in his eyes gives it away.

"petey?" you ask, eyes wide and wet.

"yeah, rose?"

"would you still love me if i were a worm?"

he's about to burst into laughter, he really is, but with one more look at you, he realizes that's not a great idea. the way you're looking up at him, expectant and weary, almost like you're afraid of his answer has him rubbing your shoulder, a chuckle slipping out.

if it's even possible, your eyes widen more. "you wouldn't?" eyes glossed over, lips pouted, he wishes he could take that stupid little chuckle back. he doesn't like the way you're tearing up, even if it's for a reason like this.

peter doesn't get fazed by much, he's spider-man, but watching you cry is number one on his list.

peter thinks it a silly question; he'd love you if you were a damn rock.

you're so gorgeous like this (not the crying), he can't help but think. with your hair in soft curls, satin hugging your figure. the curve of your lashes, how you blink up at him.

god, he's so happy he's with you.

"of course i would," peter says quickly, realizing he's been quiet a moment too long.

"really?"

"yeah," by the look on your face, it's not enough. "uh, i'd love you still."

"you'd carry me around with you?"

"sure. i'd figure out how to give you a cute pink bow, we could tie it around your waist- er... around you. and buy you a little dollhouse, you could use the rooms."

peter's committed now, and your eyes aren't welling with tears anymore.

"can it be a, like, pink dollhouse?" you ask, softly, voice moist from tears.

"with glitter," he adds, "and if we can't find a nice enough one for you, that's absolutely perfect... i'll make you one myself."

"oh my god, really?"

"anything for my favorite lady. in fact, i'd get you the finest food too. top notch- top notch whatever-it-is-that-worms-eat food."

peter's so glad none of his frat brothers are seeing this, he would've died of mortification. but here, in this room, where it's just the two of you - peter doesn't have a care in the world.

"and, y'know what? i think i'd even find you a pink little louis-v bag. that's right, my rose." he's spewing facts right now, he'd do all this. well, maybe not the bag. the two dollars in his bank account might not work out great with that.

but you don't have to know that part, it's fine.

"i'd read your, uh- fashion magazines and stuff to you. show you the pictures and everything," he loves the smile you have on right now.

"you'd be the most beautiful worm there is," he finishes.

"awww. i'd love you if i was a worm too," you say, nuzzling your nose against his.

"i've got no doubt, rose."

it's not all a lie though, hypothetical or not. he's made a promise to never leave your side, worm or not.

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ericsonclan · 2 months

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We were watching the new documentary on Netflix called The Program: Cons, Cults and Kidnappings which is about survivors of a boarding school's abusive tactics and brainwashing methods. It made us ponder how Ericson was the same type of school and from what we hear from the Ericson kids they probably experienced some of the same abuse and brainwashing as the real-life survivors of the Academy at Ivy Ridge.

One of the common tactics that Ivy Ridge used was to victim blame and turn all fault back onto the students even for tragedies that they had no part in causing. That led us to wonder how much of Louis and Violet's backstories which they tell Clem in Episode 3 are accurate and how much of these confessions are tainted by the school's brainwashing. Considering Louis and Violet were about 10 and 11 when they got abandoned at Ericson, they would be especially susceptible to internalizing the school's narrative surrounding their actions.

For Violet, her recollection of how she responded to her grandmother's death could have been twisted by the school. After all, the school financial benefits from keeping kids there as long as possible so why not make Violet believe she's incapable of regular human emotions and a freak? Instead of helping Violet piece together how adverse circumstances might have led her to develop emotional shields the school likely pushed the narrative that she was fundamentally broken. Though Violet grew up in poverty, it could be that her schooling was paid for by the state as sometimes happens with students seen as "problem" cases. This would make her a walking meal ticket and holding onto her indefinitely probably wouldn't have been caught by government bureaucracy for years.

For Louis, the truth of the narrative is a bit harder to piece together. According to Louis he was the sole architect of a master plan to outwit both of his parents for over a year. This black and white narrative where only Louis would be to blame for his parents' divorce fits in with how these types of "reform" schools will break down children. For example in the documentary one girl was told that she was to blame for her father's death in a car accident even though she was only five at the time. It feels likely - especially considering the details we get of how authoritarian Louis' father was - that Louis was not the sole cause of the divorce. Even in the most amicable of divorces children can tend to blame themselves for their parents breaking up. Considering that Lous describe his family as "stupid rich", Ericson probably wanted to hold onto him for as long as possible and make him and his parents believe he was a complete monster.

We'll probably never know for sure how much truth or fiction lie within Violet and Louis' stories but we thought this would be an interesting facet to consider since we hadn't seen it discussed before.

#twdg #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg tfs #twdg headcanons

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tulipsforvin · 7 months

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William J. Moriarty With A Workaholic S/O

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William peeks his head into the study which is dimly illuminated by a single candle, holding a blanket under his arm. The door creaks as he walks in - causing you to flinch at the noise.

“(Name)?” His voice calls softly, trying not to alarm you too much. You sigh in relief at his voice, your shoulders slumping back in place.

“Hm?” You hum indifferently, not quite looking up at him at the sound of his voice, continuing on with your work.

He approaches you. Once behind you, he places the blanket over your shoulders and begins massaging your sore muscles. You relax ever-so-slightly, leaning back in your chair with a sigh of soft pleasure.

“My dear, it appears you've taken permanent residence here. Should I arrange for a bed and a kitchenette in here?” William smiles, leaning down and pressing soft kisses against the supple skin of your nape as he continues to knead your tense shoulders.

You look up from your work, rolling your eyes in feigned annoyance. “Very funny, William. I didn't take my mathematician husband for a stand-up comedian. You know I'm swamped with work these days. I simply don't have time for your stupid jests.”

“Hmm.. Is that so?” William hums softly, his warm breath tickling your ear.

“I'm just concerned that I might need to send out a search party to find my wife in this labyrinth of papers. Do you remember what our bedroom looks like?” He murmurs playfully into your ear, kissing the outermost part of your ear. You shiver at the sensation.

“Hmph. I don't know.” You tell him sarcastically to which you hear him chuckle quietly in response at your words.

“Is it perhaps the room at the end of the hallway with the ridiculously large bed in the center? The one where I collapse from exhaustion for just a few hours before returning to my arduous heap of duties. You should try it sometime.” You snort, mildly amused at your husband's words.

“That stings, my dear.” William's lips twitch up slightly at the corners, speaking mockingly before his voice takes on a softer tone.

“In all seriousness, however, my darling — you've been at it for hours.” He puts his hands on either sides of the armrests of the chair you're sitting on and rotates the chair so you're completely facing him. His hands return to your shoulders, kneading them once again.

“Good, then.” Your eyes have grown drowsy with William massaging your shoulders. You fight off a yawn and smile up at him. “I can't help it if I'm driven and passionate about what I do. Unlike some people, I don't have the luxury of idling away my time.”

William laughs softly, smirking with delight at his wife's playful bickering. “Luxury, my love? Ah, but ofcourse, darling. I forgot that leisurely strolls in the garden and sipping tea brewed by Louis are the epitome of idleness. I must tell you a secret, however, heart of mine; rest can actually improve productivity.”

“Is that right, Mr. Fountain of Wisdom?” You raise an eyebrow at him, returning his smirk. “I'll have you know that I'm perfectly capable of managing my own schedule.”

“My apologies, Madame Efficiency. I'll leave you to your conquering of the parchment labyrinth, then. But do remember; even the best of conquerors need to have some shut-eye.” William pecks your cheek, playing with your soft hair and combing through it with his long, slender fingers.

You scoff at your husband's words, trying to stiffle a giggle. William tilts his head, smiling warmly when he hears the sputters of laughter coming involuntarily out your throat. He feels his heart swell with love, looking down at you with endearment.

“Perhaps I shall call you Lady Cruel instead, darling? For leaving your piteously clingy husband to spend his nights alone in bed for three entire days? I am sure you are much deserving of the title.” He jests.

“Fine, you win this round. I'll take a break, but only because I can't resist your persuasive charm.” You grin, waving your hand dismissively at him.

He catches it by your wrist the moment you do, placing a kiss on the inner side of it - all the while making eye contact with you.

“The power of charm prevails. Now, let's put those papers aside, my dear, and allow ourselves a moment of respite.” He says.

“I suppose a short break won't hurt.” You grin.

William hums in acknowledgement of your words. He lets his free hand dive under the curve of your legs gently yet confidently before he scoops you up into his arms, carrying you in a bridal embrace.

Tickling kisses rain down upon your face and laughter fill the hallways as he joyfully carries you all the way to the bedroom that the two of you share.

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blouisparadise · 10 months

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Today we have the third part of our hurt/comfort rec list for you! You can find part one here and part two here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

1) Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn | Explicit | 6,111 words

Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?” Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.” Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is, my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.”

2) Quietly Our Hearts Beat | Explicit | 7,539 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be ready by AO3 users.

Louis and Harry in the universe of ‘A Quiet Place’.

3) Waiting | Explicit | 10,517 words

Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

4) All This Delusion In Our Heads | Explicit | 15,088 words

After Harry and Louis break up, they cope with it in very different ways. What will happen when Harry keeps calling his ex over when things go wrong in his life, but Louis just can't take it anymore?

5) Just My Style | Explicit | 15,443 words

Harry is sick, and the only thing that might help him is the pheromones from his mate--problem is, he hasn't got a mate. Louis' just been disowned, and taking part in a medical study where he has to cuddle with some strange alpha seems to be his only option for earning a bit of cash. The hippies and Omega Rights campaigners are busy changing the world--but all Harry wants is a chance to live.

6) How You Sleep At Night | Mature | 15,568 words

The one where Louis thinks he got left because he might be too much to handle, but then Harry appears in his life again.

7) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28,000 words

Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.

8) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28,633 words

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. On his journey to better himself, he meets Harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

9) Compass to my Soul | Teen & Up | 31,439 words

Note: This fic does not have smut, but it's omega Louis, so we included it.

Harry Styles, alpha, is 1/4 of the perfect pack, and 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time touring the world with his best friends and family. Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

10) Stuck On You | Explicit | 33,983 words

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

11) A Common Place Affliction | Not Rated | 36,508 words

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek. “Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis. Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.” Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

12) To Paint A Symphony | Explicit | 40,583 words

Despite being a wedding painter, Louis has never had quite an optimistic outlook on marriage life. Love, sure, he’s a hopeless romantic and he longs for a sweet partner, to feel adored and cherished, but a part of him will forever doubt that love can last forever, a spark never lasts long, after all, so he paints because strokes of paint can remain forever and unchanged if looked after properly, cared and cherished the way he wished he could be, safe from an unsure future. Harry, on the other hand, as a performer and lyricist, indulges in pleasure. He loves love, never wastes a moment, never hesitates, always so sure of what he wants. Songs come and go on the radio, sometimes forgotten, sometimes transcending generations, the way people leave, and others stay. He never thinks of a future because he only ever lives in the present and he never was egocentric enough to think he could make a real impact and his art could outlive him. At a wedding under summer skies and surrounded by endless sea, two seemingly polar opposite lovers meet, and perhaps one learns to let himself feel and fall, and the other lets himself hope and cling on.

13) Wild Hearts Run Free | Explicit | 42,979 words

Harry is an alpha who is harbouring a dark secret, one that has forced him into self-imposed isolation, far from civilization and far from temptation. Louis is an omega who has fought the predispositions of his secondary gender his whole life and suddenly finds himself cast aside by his beta partner, leaving him to question his place in the world. When fate and Mother Nature conspire to trap the two strangers together, will Harry’s worst fears be proven, or will Louis find a way to break down his walls and lead him into the light?

14) This Glass House | Mature | 43,012 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

15) Hold Me How the Deep Night Has | Explicit | 48,018 words

Louis Tomlinson needs a change. Stuck in a cycle of going to the job he hates, spending time with his friends, and avoiding the one man he hates most in this world, Louis' in desperate need of something new. So when he discovers an abandoned notebook on the way to work, the decision is easy to take it for himself and begin a journal amidst the empty pages. What can't be expected are the words that appear overnight directly beside his own, written on the same day 400 years in the past. What are the consequences of a magical connection between two men of different centuries? And who, among it all, is the mysterious E who only exists on the other side of Louis' journal?

16) Made For Lovin’ You | Explicit | 52,637 words

The one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate. The one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

17) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55,778 words

Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference.

18) Untamed Hearts Align | Explicit | 55,795 words

For as long as Louis has known her, Lady Margaret Tomlinson has had two aspirations for the remaining years of her life. The first was to out-dress the Duchess of Kent at every soirée and gathering. The second was to marry off her omega nephew to the most honorable – and highly ranked – alpha suitor she could find. He does not expect for her to arrange a marriage between him and the crown prince, and he certainly does not expect to fall for him. Everything changes when Harry disappears.

19) I’ve Got You | Explicit | 62,988 words

As a reward for saving the king's life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis' hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.

20) You're Umami Baby | Mature | 87,429 words

Harry is a chef who never experienced umami until he meets his new dishwasher, Louis.

21) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words

Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them. Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one. Until two terrible truths are revealed. One, he's adopted. Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers. Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.

22) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113,444 words

Giving up and letting them think they're right were never valid options in Louis Tomlinson's mind. In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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daenerysoftarth · 1 year

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Not to defend Rhaenyra again, but when people say that she was ‘stupid’ for having kids with Harwin, their misunderstanding of Westerosi politics really shines through for a couple of reasons

(1) Many people say ‘oh well she shouldn’t have had kids.’ This is pretty ridiculous considering the stability of the realm is considered to rest on the ability of the heir to have kids. If an heir doesn’t have kids to directly succeed them, it can launch succession crises. Even if the realm considers Aegon II as her heir, it still makes Rhaenyra’s political position much more vulnerable. If she has no direct heirs, she is much easier to eliminate in order to install their preferred monarch as heir. Considering book!Alicent is advocating for Aegon II to become Viserys’ direct heir—passing over Rhaenyra—and becomes cold with Rhaenyra when Viserys refuses, I imagine Rhaenyra knew full well that it was a distinct possibility that she might be deposed if she didn’t have heirs of her own. Even with show!Rhaenyra, it’s shown that Tyland Lannister, Otto Hightower, and Criston Cole have all been colluding for quite some time before Viserys’ death to install Aegon II as king. If Rhaenyra had no children of her own, it would’ve made it even easier for them to accomplish this. Not to mention, it would look bad for her on a personal level, as she may be thought of as barren (which would make future marriage pacts difficult) or cold to her husband.

2. To this many say, ‘Well she should’ve found someone who looks more like her husband.’ This is particularly ridiculous. In both the show and book, Laenor has the Valyrian look of white hair and purple eyes. The Targaryen’s roots of Valyria make them unique to the lords of Westeros, as only Houses Velaryon and Celtigar can also claim Valyrian heritage. And unlike the Velaryons, the Targaryens have dragons. In large part it is the dragons that set the Targaryens apart from Westeros, but their slightly alien look definitely adds to that air of exceptionalism that the Targaryens thrive on to maintain their power. This is all to say that finding individuals that have the same Old Valyria traits is extremely difficult. We know this because it’s specifically noted that when King Aerys II was searching for possible wives for Rhaegar Targaryen, he specifically sought suitors with the Targaryen look in Westeros. When that failed, he even went to Essos to search for a woman of noble birth to become Rhaegar’s wife, so as to ensure the inheritance of white haired, purple eyed offspring. Aerys failed to find a match in both Westeros and Essos. It was only after searching in these two continents that he agreed to marry Rhaegar to Elia Martell, because of her distant Targaryen ancestor, princess Daenerys Targaryen. Finding someone who ‘looks like Laenor’ would be no easy feat, much less someone who has access to Rhaenyra and whose presence would not attract immediate suspicion.

3. Which leads me to my last point. People sometimes say, ‘They should’ve tried for a baby anyways.’ In the books, at least, it’s said that Laenor is the one that spurns Rhaenyra. To this I say, should she have sexually assaulted him so as to procure an heir? Additionally, the Middle Ages understanding of sex and procreation was much more primitive compared to our own. Some royals didn’t even know that intercourse was required to have a child, such as King Louis and Marie Antoinette. Those who did understand weren’t sure what factors helped conceive a child and what did not. Something like ‘semen contains sperm which is used to fertilize the egg’ was not something that was known to people at the time. Therefore, the suggestion of using a turkey baster to artificially impregnate Rhaenyra are laughable. As for the couple themselves, it’s entirely possible that Laenor simply inserted himself into Rhaenyra, lay there for what he thought was an appropriate amount of time, and then withdrew without ejaculation. It may sound ridiculous, but I’ll also remind you that it was thought for a time that jumping backwards and sneezing after sex was thought to be a sufficient form of contraception in parts of medieval Europe.

All of this is to say that, in my opinion, Rhaenyra made the best of a difficult situation. It wasn’t ideal, but the alternatives were worse. And we shouldn’t shame a woman for what amounts to nothing more than having sex outside of marriage.

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ughgoaway · 4 months

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Hey lovely, I'm really enjoying the smutty blurbs and would love to hear about Matty and teachers first time together.

Also I've just got home from the most stressful Christmas with family, and would be interested to hear about teachers family and whether she is as close to them as Matty is to his

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hi angel!!! so sorry for this late reply, but im so glad you're enjoying the smutty blurbs. They're so fun to write!! I'm actually planning on doing a full fic for their first time together, so hopefully, that will be coming soon!!

oh I'm sorry about stressful Christmas, it's always a fucking rough time going back home and dealing with everyone.

this is something I have thought a little bit, and I think that in the teacher au, the family relationship is a bit strained.

I think your family are so overbearing, constantly trying to insert themselves in your life in ways you just don't need. every time you see them, it's followed by an onslaught of questions,

"do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"are you still doing that teaching thing?"

"when are you going to have kids? you have only got so long now darling"

so Christmas was always a stressful affair, trying to juggle judgmental aunts and uncles with parents who want to know every detail of your life so they can comment on it.

I think you're as close as you can be, but some distance is necessary for you to stay sane. you love them, but sometimes you just need space to exist.

but Matty's family is a breath of fresh air. The first Christmas you spent with them made you realise it can be enjoyable to see your family.

Denise is so welcoming, ushering you in and plying you with biscuits and tea. she chats about matty, and she tells you that if he ever does anything stupid, tell her, and she'll give him an earful. which earns her an eye roll from matty and assurance that he won't fuck this one up.

Louis is easy to get along with, and he feels like your little brother too very quickly. Tim is hilarious and kind, and all of Matty's extended family are so welcoming and sweet that you don't quite know what to do with yourself.

I think at some point in the night, you wander off, and matty notices you skulking away and follows you out into the garden. you're leaning on the wall outside, staring up at the stars and trying to breathe a little bit better.

"You alright, darling?" matty walks up to you and wraps you in a hug, already noticing your shivering body.

"Yeah, sorry, just needed a minute," you say softly, leaning your head on mattys shoulder and humming comfortably.

you stand in silence for a few minutes, watching your hot breath vaporise in the air and warming each other up.

"Is it always like this for you?" You break the veil of silence, looking up at matty curiously.

his face immediately scrunches in confusion, "what like all of us hanging out and drinking? yeah, that's a pretty average Christmas for us. " he laughs and pulls you in closer, rubbing up and down your bare arms with his hands, desperate to warm you up.

"No, no, I mean, is it always so... Nice? calm? no one is badgering you with questions and making judgemental or petty comments." You say softly, almost hoping matty doesn't hear your words.

but he does. He pulls back and looks in your eyes and his immediately soften. he tugs you in impossibly closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Oh, sweetheart. m'sorry your family are a bit exhausting. but the good news is, next year, you'll have me to drag along with you. hopefully, they'll start badgering me about my "silly rockstar job" and leave you alone, hmm? and I'm sure annie will be distraction enough, she will corner your aunt susan and talk about horses for a good hour" matty smiles as he imagines meeting your family.

he always tries to envion what your childhood room looked like. Were the walls covered in posters like his? or were you more organised? did you have teddy bears lining the bed that you don't have the heart to get rid of? he can't wait to tease you for all the old photos and embarrassing clothes.

you giggle and burrow your nose into matty, "already planning for next year, huh? you planning on sticking around that long?" You tease, hearing matty talk about the future so confidently had butterflies hammering at your ribs.

"Of course I am. I'm afraid you're stuck with me for a longgggg time now, sweetheart. " You hum happily and squeeze matty.

#ace is replying late omg what a shock...#i hope your new year was better than your Christmas my love!!#annie running rampant in your childhood home is such a funny image #the little ball of energy as always #🎄 anon #anon!#teacher au!

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the-faceless-bride · 2 years

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Nevermind the darkness

Louis sat on his bed making sure all his hair was protected before he went to bed, the last thing he needed was to wake up and have a horrible hair day, he already dealt with stupid zombies, and if he was gonna be going around surviving and risking his life he wasn't gonna look bad while doing it.

He finished giving himself one last look in the dusty old mirror running a finger along his jaw before he smiled to himself, "well Louis at least your not ugly." He said giving himself a wink and snickering at his own words, he was such an idiot sometimes.

Louis Turned off his lights before tossing himself into his bed with a soft sigh ready for his beauty rest...well he was ready... He couldn't sleep due to the sound of soft crying next to his room... Now Louis is the type of guy to need it completely dark and silent to even things out getting a wink of sleep and he has quite the sensitive hearing and crying is something he definitely couldn't sleep too.

For so long no one slept in the rooms next to Louis knowing his very particular sleeping conditions... And a cranky sleep deprived Louis was a Louis nobody liked.

He got grumpy and whiney and his survival skills dropped much lower than normal... Somehow.

Louis thinks to himself before remembering a new small group that just came to the school, after Clem and he took a look at them and brought them all back.

Louis got up from his bed still in his t-shirt and boxers pulling on his long coat before making his way to the room next door, the crying getting slightly louder.

He knocked a few times before coming in anyway, "hey uhh, you alright?" He asked, you lifted your head from under the pillow your eyes still read and your cheeks puffy.

Louis rushed over to you, Louis couldn't stand to see a frown on anyone's face. This world had gone to complete shit and having a frown is one thing you can change in this gloomy fucked world.

"I-i don't like the darkness, I hate being by myself..." You cowered a but closer to Louis, not clinging to him but had gotten much closer than laying there as he stood at the foot of your bed.

Louis understood not wanting to be alone, that was one of his worst fears.

Being left alone with nothing, no one to roll their eyes at his jokes or groan at his loud piano playing. Louis looked at you before looking to the side thinking for a moment.

"Would... Would you like to stay with me?"

"Thanks, Louis." You mumbled as you hurried yourself into his camo bedsheets, "it's no problem, really." Louis smiles at you before he sat on his bed atop the sheets, "uhh are you comfortable with me under the sheets with you?" It took him a moment before he flushed and tripped over himself to explain how he wasn't trying to insinuate anything or- but you cut off his ramblings with a small giggled and a soft smile and that made Louis smile.

You slightly scooched over and pulled the sheets over inviting him, and he dived into bed. Before slowly switching the lights off make sure to keep eye contact so you know he was there for you if you needed him.

Once the room went pitch black he buried himself in him warm bed, before closing his eyes.

They open again feeling arms wrap around him but not fully and not tightly at all.

"Is this okay?" You whisper to him, "yeah." Louis whispers back, and the arms around him fully close and tighten around him.

Louis smiled.

A/n: Just wanted to post some Louis stuff, also I think I just found out his last name is oui? So that's cool. (Well according to TikTok that's his last name so... It must be true!😀👍)

#twdg headcanon #twdg clementine #twdg lee #twdg imagine #twdg x reader #louis twdg #twdg louis x reader #louis x reader #louis twdg x reader #louis oui x reader

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savagewildnerness · 24 days

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Very split opinion at the moment! Please note I am *only* talking about the meeting at the end of IWTV here. I am not taking about every detail of it (for example I can’t see a world in which Lestat was capable of making fledglings at this time! But that was surely only an assumption on Louis’ part anyway! Lestat himself did say young vampires would sometimes seek him out! And Louis is always a massive assumer, for example assuming he knows other’s thoughts & motivations when they haven’t told him what they’re actually thinking or feeling & so Louis - therefore you don’t *know*!!)

I mean Armand (as he would!) is literally giving Lestat visions at this time. I’m just particularly curious about this moment as most moments in the books it’s pretty clear the general vibe of how things truly were.

However I’d say this visit from Louis to Lestat is not clear if it happened at all, or, if it happened how similar it was to how Louis describes it. And certainly (as this poll attests to!) not all readers agree on the matter! Which makes me wonder what Rolin & everyone think about the truth of it!!?! Which makes me wonder what will be on TV!!?! ?! What do the writers think about this? What do Sam & Jacob think?!

Either way, I don’t fully understand why *this* is the moment Lestat is bothered about in the future! And to be noted he *isn’t* bothered about specifically & overtly discrediting it in the first book he writes.

Louis often paints Lestat as an awful caricature of himself in IWTV for literally hundreds of pages, not seeing or at least not conveying if he felt something of them any of the true thoughts or feelings in Lestat’s mind.

Yet it’s this moment where Louis actually humanises Lestat, yet also makes him pitiable & vulnerable Lestat takes objection to? What is it Lestat hates so? It can’t be his vulnerability as he describes himself this exact same vulnerable way in this time with Armand EXCEPT that in Lestat’s version he never begs Armand. In Lestat’s version he’d never beg anyone for any thing.

But we know from his self-descriptions that Lestat does have a deep desperation within him. He often feels utterly lost. He often feels utterly alone. He (with good reason) fears abandonment & feels abandoned & indeed he often is abandoned or at least emotionally abandoned. He describes this terrifying need & loneliness within himself even as a mortal child. So it’s NO stretch at all to imagine Lestat begging Louis as Louis describes it.

I personally don’t think the meeting having happened takes anything away from the later Loustat reunion. It only adds poignancy to me. I think it’s much stranger if Louis does indeed go to New Orleans but doesn’t see Lestat & I’d have to ask how on Earth that could happen!?!

And definitely the most strange scenario would be how Lestat describes it - that Louis sees him through a window & that’s all, but Armand visits him over & over such that he’s unclear how often it was…!!?!?!?! That’s way odder & also would be way colder of Louis in my opinion!!?!

The only way I can wrangle Louis being in New Orleans but never seeing Lestat at all in my mind is by something like Armand using his powers to not let Louis find Lestat. Which could absolutely be the case on TV. But I feel it’d be more explicit were that the case in the books…??? At least it would be alluded to some way, when it isn’t.

A final note: On Louis saying he’s never seen Lestat weep. If Lestat isn’t weeping over some thing every 5 minutes (as Lestat uses supposedly to discredit Louis), what on Earth can we believe of Lestat’s words! No! I believe Lestat *is* emotional, is always weeping (metaphorically sometimes, but often also literally!) I think the TOTBT argument is just a petty little spat in which Louis is trying to stop Lestat from doing something really stupid rather than being about them delving into the Absolute Truth of this past moment & I believe that encounter happened & I believe Lestat doesn’t like it being told because it makes him so pitiable AND I believe he doesn’t like it being told because it’s totally triggering that Louis, his love, abandoned him in this moment of Lestat’s desperation, just like everyone else in his life. In Lestat’s mind, Louis is a perfect: beautiful version of himself. For all their struggles, Louis is a Romanticised ideal Lestat could at any time return home to (Lestat Romanticised Nicki in a similar way once upon a time. But Louis is that times a million - Lestat’s Romantic Totem to All Eternity!)

If Louis visited a broken Lestat as he describes in IWTV & abandoned him, it shatters the Romantic ideal of Louis, Lestat needs. Usually if there’s drama, Lestat can (with full reason 😂) blame himself 😂🤣😅🤣… or he can blame someone else (not that he’s one for blaming others for any thing), but if Louis just left Lestat here, it’s Louis abandoning Lestat’s gaping, dying heart & that pain is surely too much for Lestat?

As I see it, there’s way more reason for Lestat to block the idea this ever happened from his mind (and Lestat wasn’t in his right mind for certain at that time on top of this! So it’s easy to imagine his memory being not entirely accurate too) than there is for Louis to have invented the literal resolution of his book…?? And to have somehow invented this resolution that never happened while simultaneously actually describing Lestat completely accurately according to how Lestat describes he was in this time too!!?! If it never happened, how does Louis know!?! He wouldn’t imagine Lestat this way from how he’s described him in the rest of his recollection..!

#interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #anne rice #the vampire lestat #iwtv lestat #amc interview with the vampire #iwtv louis #amc iwtv #iwtv amc

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 5 months

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Hey CJ, you mentioned that you disagree with a lot of your old TWDG opinions, any that stand out you wanna share? Also i agree with what you said about wanting to play the series for the first time again with no prior knowledge - i would love to meet louis character for the first time again.

Yeah, some opinions have changed with time and moving on from being a hardcore, active fan in the fandom. I'm pretty sure I've talked about some of them more recently, like how I used to not like Jane but now I've become something of a "Jane apologist," if you will.

I was also super vocal about hating the Clementine comics when the 12-page comic dropped, and I'm pretty sure I was shitty about Tillie Walden... which I look back on now and feel embarrassed. In fact, I specifically remember calling attention to the fact that Skybound turned off comments on the first book trailer and on their instagram, twitter, etc. and being like, "look at these COWARDS! they know we hate the comic and that Tillie's a bad artist, they're trying to shut us up!" ........but then I heard they turned them off because Tillie was getting threats, and it caused me to dig around and see the vile shit fans were saying.... It gave me pause to think things through and I feel very differently about it all now.

I've also changed my mind on Minerva. Like Jane, there was a loooong period of time where I didn't like her, but now? I think she's great. A real tragedy.

In fact, real talk, I think my perspective on most of the female characters in TWDG has shifted dramatically. I've done a lot of thinking on this just in general; I'm much harder on female characters than male characters. I can pretend like noooooo I was always soooo fair... but no, not always. I'm sure it's from some deep-rooted, internalized misogyny I have that I'm working on, but I also think the games sometimes neglect those characters, too. Which makes it easier to brush them off as just "poorly-written" and "bad characters" if I don't like them when that's not always the case.

Or let's be real, we all know how this goes; the games give us a flawed male character and fans are like "he's my blorbo, here's a 50k essay about why he deserved better and a list of my headcanons and the twenty AUs I've written for them-" but then a female character's just as flawed and fans are like "lol she's poorly written, here's an essay on why-"

Don't look at me like that. I know I'm guilty of this. I know y'all remember Mitch. Back in the day, Mitch was my boy and I used to write about him all the time but like... god forbid I put that much effort into writing about Violet or Minerva, right?

Or even look at Kate, for example. Past CJ would've talked about how much she doesn't like Kate and she hates the forced romance with Javi, she's just there as a way to make David and Javi fight, etc. But you ask me about Kate now and I'm like, "Girl, ANF did you so dirty, you didn't deserve this."

Or how about Bonnie in S2? We all love to hate on Bonnie, but like... she's such an interesting character?? She's a recovering drug addict so desperate for a place, and you can see Carver's manipulation at play in the way she talks about him to Clementine. It takes seeing him physically beat Kenny within an inch of his life before she's like "Yeah no, fuck this, we're leaving tonight." And we give her shit about Luke's death and being mean to Clementine but frankly? Yeah, she's mean to Clementine and that's fine.

What, it's okay for Kenny to lash out and call her a stupid kid when Sarita dies because he's your poor meow meow and it makes his character soooo morally gray and complex? But Bonnie lashes out about Luke's death and suddenly she's just a massive piece of shit? No complexities or anything? There's no grey morality? No underlying motive or emotions behind the choice to abandon the group with Mike and Arvo?? She's just a bitch??

And do I even need to talk about Sarah? Hmm? We all know how Sarah was received and how fans still talk about her. Again, Sarah has a complete meltdown over losing her father and people get hurt, and fans wish death upon her... but Kenny has a meltdown and brutally beats up Arvo or threatens to smack Clementine or a number of things.... "that's fine, he's just really upset, he lost his family, y'know? everyone keeps trying to GASLIGHT me that he's bad but if you really think about it, Arvo totally deserved to be abused and it's actually Clementine's fault Kenny hit her because she tried to stop him-"

I just... the lengths we go to justify and defend this violent, toxic character but then act like Jane is the worst, I can't-

It's so funny to me whenever I see someone in the fandom complain about wanting more morally grey, flawed female characters because like... y'all couldn't even handle Jane. Or Lilly. Or Sarah. Or Bonnie. Rebecca. Eleanor. Christa. Minerva and Violet, in a lot of cases. So like... what do you actually want?

Note that I'm guilty of this, too, and I've asked myself that question... haven't fully worked out the answer yet.

That's the major thing that comes to mind about opinions I had that I've changed my mind about. I think a big factor in that is letting twdg go and getting invested in other fandoms, doing a lot more reading, getting back into writing, etc. Obviously I've really gotten into the Dragon Age fandom and that's what triggered this "journey of self-reflection~" when it comes to how I perceive female characters. Like, you want flawed, morally-grey ladies? That's your series... assuming you can actually handle it.

But I also recently finished a playthrough of Fallout New Vegas and remembered my love for Veronica Santangelo, like... I don't care that the game doesn't technically have romance, that's my girlfriend, I love her. Then the other night I finished my first playthrough of Life is Strange True Colors [I know, where the fuck have I been, right?] and I spent 40% of the time looking at flowers, 10% being sad about Gabe, and the other 50% trying to figure out who I liked more, Steph or Ryan.

I've also been reading a lot of wlw novels which is just..... THAT'S a whole mess I won't get into because this is already long enough and you didn't ask. Just know that's also another factor in this reflection.

And to answer the other part of your ask: I miss Louis. I would love to play TFS again for the first time again, that was a fun time.

#asks #twdg clementine #twdg jane #twdg bonnie #twdg kenny #twdg violet #twdg minerva #twdg louis #twdg kate #long answer #haven't posted in a while but i was browsing my inbox and this one caught my attention #this has been on my mind for a while and it's something i'm looking at differently y'know?#and i'm sure there are other things i'm just not thinking of that i've changed my mind about #lemme see..... oh i made that whole post about 400 days! i look at that way more positively than i used to #there ya go that's another one

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melodyofthevoid · 1 year

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Last to Remember

It took some doing to craft nine small memorials, get the candles, make the small wooden vessels, all the steps she’d been taught, without getting caught in the act. She knew Louis kept a close eye on his matches and he probably wouldn’t appreciate the theft, so she had to be sneaky. Plus candles were enough of a necessity that Mariza almost almost felt bad snatching a few from the hold.

This wasn’t her ship, wasn’t her stock to take at her will. But these were small debts. She’d repay them eventually.

Delta’s ship had made landfall just off of the coast of Whitford, after she’d made something of an ass of herself attempting to get help from a captain who’d in no uncertain terms wanted her gone. Plus she needed supplies, as one of the few non-mer on the ship. Luckily it also gave her the chance to do this.

One by one, she set the small pieces of wood onto the lapping waves with the candles on top, setting a flower beside it. If Mariza had a bit more time, she would’ve bought a trinket for each of them too. But this worked well enough. For the largest one though, she did tear off a small piece of her— his- coat. It was the least she could do.

For a while, she sat on the beach, watching the moon’s light ripple over the waves. The barest hint of a breeze blew by, so the sea barely moved at all, the horizon endless. Sometimes Helena talked about poetry, how writers in little rooms on land tried to use words to describe the sea and use it to mean something else. She’d called it stupid at the time, and it still was stupid, but she understood the urge a bit more.

“Well, I wondered where you’d run off to, wasn’t expecting a candlelight dinner.”

Mariza flinched as Delta called from behind her, cursing herself for getting startled. The captain approached with a half grin that slowly fell as she looked over the whole scene. Eyes widening as something clicked in her head.

“Oh. Did I- Am I interrupting something?”

“Yeah, but since you’re here, you may as well help me light all these so they can go off at once. Make yourself useful.”

“One of these days we’re going to leave you behind. I swear,” Delta's voice didn’t have any bite behind it, and the soft tone made something in Mariza’s heart shift, “you never stop do you?”

“Nope, I think that’s part of my charm.”

Delta rolled her eyes, but took one of the matches anyway, carefully lighting Rey, Al, Helena, and Arthur’s candles. Mariza stopped her before she got to Varan’s. Thankfully she took the hint and waited as Mariza did her part, lighting a wick for Ash, for Thomas, for Patch, for Elaine. For her… for her captain. For Varan. Her hand hesitated over the final one before she lit it and pushed it into the smooth surf, willing their journey beyond to at least be peaceful.

While it would be funny, in a twisted way, if they sunk now, she just wanted this.

“Nine’s a lot to light off at once. That’s how many were on your old crew then?”

Mariza nodded, watching the small lights flicker a bright orange on the inky black sea. Growing smaller and smaller as they floated into the distance.

“Mhm, close as any crew could be.”

“That uh, that must have been rough. It’s hard, when that happens.”

“I always knew that we weren’t going to live forever, I wasn’t stupid. We’d lost crew before. Every ship does. I guess… I never expected to be the last one standing.”

In truth, it made her feel small. Like there was some joke the world had made she wasn’t in on.

“Not sure anyone ever expects that.”

True. Varan had told a few stories, once he thought she was old enough, about the crew-mates he’d lost over the years. You didn’t go into piracy for safety, he’d said, but a chance to be remembered. Sometimes that meant glory, sometimes riches, sometimes for infamy, but that was it at the end of the day. Mariza squared up her shoulders, standing up now. Ignoring the flick of turquoise light in the corners of her vision. She had bigger fish to fry, so to speak.

Whatever this was, it wouldn’t stop her.

“I’m the one who lived, so I have to keep going. They have to be remembered by someone. What’s the point if I don’t make it? So I’ll live, no matter what it takes.”

“Cheers to that,” Delta mimed raising a glass, “and I was kidding about ditching you. You fit in well here.”

“Told you,” Mariza stuck out her tongue, “it’s part of my charm.”

“Did it work on them?”

Mariza let out a small laugh.

“Of course it did.”

“You’ll have to tell me about it some time then.”

“I might. I might.”

“Now come on, we’ve got to head out of here soon. We’re running low on coin, and there’s some good ports not far-”

“I’m familiar.”

“Good,” Delta bared all her sharpened teeth in a lopsided grin, “now let's get out of here.”

It wasn’t lost on Mariza that this was the longest she’d thought about her crew, her family since the beast. After so long trying to just survive, the extra time to breathe reminded her of the names she almost called on deck. The people she expected to see when she turned her head. The person she still looked towards, even as she wore the only piece of him she had left.

She wouldn’t let that thing get the best of her. Pulling her coat on around her, Mariza headed towards the ship, hoping for a good night’s sleep after all of… that. It was off her chest now, and that’s what mattered.

That, and making sure she snuck Louis some coin to replace his matches.

#my writing #ocean idiots #it took me a while to get the juice to write again #esp for them #but I do love their soft moment #fun fact not long after this I want to say Charles gets delta and now Mariza is even more invested #at least in my estimations #please enjoy!#original writing

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stawpny · 6 months

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GUYS I AM BEGGING YOU

SOMEONE DRAW NEW YORK IN THE 1989 ERAS TOUR OUTFIT OR THE REPUTATION ONE

PLEASE I WOULD LITERALLY COMBUST AT THE SEAMS

AUGHHH

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

anyways, ik a lot of ppl go on here and see when I post, hoping it’s headcannons and I just disappoint them

so here’s some hc’s for u children

ny and the south edition! (pls I don’t know much about the south so don’t kill me 😭 I’m a new yorker)

(the quotes with names on it are southerners communicating with NY or whoever else u want, but more specifically NY)

- NC and SC always force NY or any other state who would hate it to sing and/or play the banjo when singing a song at a campfire. Even if they suck at singing or playing the banjo!!!

-speaking of campfires, I believe that the states usually have fires every Summer and Autumn. most get together and sing songs and stuff (u can use this idea if u want)

-New York was forced by Gov to make sure a southern party didn’t go terribly. He stood by the door while Texas wouldn’t leave him alone. He stole Texas’ hat when they all passed out, drunk and still has it to date.

-as (maybe) stated before, York plays a lot of instruments, and sometimes they force him to play the acoustic guitar, harmonica, banjo, electric guitar, etc. The NE makes fun of him for it.

-acts gay especially in front of the south just to make them pissed. he’ll flirt with them and make them uncomfortable with the high amount of gay in the room with them. Florida just goes along with it, laughing and pointing at all the southerners that turn away out of embarrassment.

-made fun of Texas and California when they were outlaws and they just joined the union. “I’m tha toughest cowboy ya will ever meet!” “Mhm.” “DONT JUS’ HUM AT ME!!” >:( -Texas

-They know better than to mess with a northerner. Texas doesn’t though, he’s just stupid. York punched him once and he swore he saw him crying to Virginia after.

-has bit many southerners, does not regret it

-“Gimme yer best ‘yeehaw’” “yeehaw..” “Ya can do better than that! I’ve heard ya yell at Jersey.” “yeehaw.” “York, I swear-“ “YEE- FUCKIN’ HAW!”-Texas

-“just add some ol’ bay, it’ll make it taste better.” “No it fuckin’ won’t. Keep that shit away from my brownies.”- Maryland

-played poker against Texas, won and almost got shot by him. (Sore loser)

-“what are yous gonna start growlin’?” “GRRRRR-” -Kentucky

-“nah yer good ‘ere.” “Yous are ontop of me. I dunno if I should feel turned on or uncomfortable..” -Georgia

-“off-brand me.” “southerner you, which makes better.” -also Georgia (Empire State and Empire State of the south)

- “who made you this way..?” “The man yer datin’, Y’know, Mass’.” “He would never-“ “Gin, yous even know the answer to this question, it’s an obvious yes.” -Virginia

-“get rid’a the car at this point.” “Hey! I spent my life savin’s on ol’ reliable ‘ere! I ain’t gettin’ rid o’ her if she jus’ has a leak!” “Life savin’s? Jesus, what’s wrong wit’ yous?” - Tennessee

-“ that’s ‘cause Sippi’ wants a sip of that dick.” “WHAT. I ain’t gay!” *crickets* “GUYS PLEASE-“ -Mississippi

-“are yous happy to live in this shithole?” “Hey! I work hard to make this house a home!” “Work harder next time. This looks like if a hillbilly came in ‘ere trashed the place. Y’know, that makes sense knowin’ that yous idiots live ‘ere.” *walks away* “HEY! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!” -Alabama

- “I HATE YOU!” “NUH UH! I HATE YOU MORE!” “‘nuh uh’ really proves yer point, north.” -NC & SC

- “Mais sha, ya really know how shade the south, huh?” “I’ve had enough of all of yous and I’ve seen ya at yer highest and lowest, so I know what will make yous cry later.” “Uh huh, do me then.” “Nah. Don’ get me wrong, yer barely tolerable, but ya don’ get one.” - Louisiana

(loui was upset later bc he didn’t get one 😭)

-“I swear, ya say anythin’ about me bein’ in ‘misery’ then I’m gonna-“ “Nah, I don’ care ‘bout that. What I do care about is why you like mules better than horses. Isn’t that like the whole southerner thing? Horses and idiots with hats?” -Missouri

-“are yous even apart of the south, or are you like the West Virginia of Kansas?” “JESUS IS GONNA NEED TO BLESS YER ASS SOON, WHAT THE HELL DID YA JUS’ SAY TO ME?!” “I’m Jewish.” -Arkansas

-“yer mid-atlantic, but I understand why ya don’ go to family dinnahs wit’ the Northeast. If I had an excuse, I would use it too.” “You guys are scary up there, I’m shocked you still go to those things. In the ‘contract’ they said they were optional.” “FUCKIN’ OPTIONAL?!” -Delaware

-“I will eat your face.” “Uh huh.” “PAY ATTENTION TO ME OR IM GOING TO DO SOMETHING DRASTIC!” “Uh huh.” “AAAAAAAAA-“- Florida

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could u tell I got lazy at the end?

anyway, I hope you liked

I spent so long on the quotes, trying to come up with a good one was the hardest part.

and I know half of them are reaaally bad 😭

augh

I have no clue what to do for the next chapter of a fic

but anyways, ily guys

#wttt #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh #wttt new york #wttsh headcanons #wttsh new york #wttt headcanons #wttt southern states #wttt south #ARG #please 🙏#draw him I beg of you #(jk) u don’t have to #I just think he would look hot

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bourbonificould · 2 months

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What do you think the ericsons kids like to read in their spare time? Who's reading fantasy novels and who's reading the old shaekespeare books from English class and Who's reading I Spy books and such?

Clementine just reads whatever she can find really. She's quite open to pretty much any genre and likes to read when she's on watch. Louis/Violet sometimes leave a book in her room, so she reads it and asks them about it to tease or impress them.

AJ definitely reads all the cool comics that the kids used to sneak into the school from stores in the cities. Perhaps a Disco Broccoli comic as well. Sometimes he'll ask Clem to read him an actual novel, but only things with names he's never heard of before.

Louis is the one who has the comic stash that he gives off to AJ. But sometimes you'll catch him sitting around in the main rooms just reading something like To Kill A Mockingbird, and actually be kinda invested, like making his own lore for the characters to yell about at dinner.

Violet reads the cute love stories. She doesn't like to admit it, but a little lovey dovey book stash is definitely sitting in her room somewhere. If you catch her lacking, you'll hear her crack a giggle or two, and she loves asking Clem if they wanna try any of the romantic things.

Willy doesn't read. Ever.

Brody likes writing her own stories, but much like a lot of people, she never actually finishes the damn stories. Her drawer is a mess of half stapled booklets that have at least 10 scrapped pages.

Omar has his cook books obviously, but generally he'll read a drama or a comedy comic. Something that fits his laidback style.

Aasim has already read like half of the library. He'll generally read back on his own massive journal diary thing. He doesn't tell anyone, but the stuff he writes is from his point of view, so he'll find himself cursing himself out and scratching over a page from 6 years ago.

Mitch reads Shakespeare sometimes, and calls him stupid for writing in this weird style, but still finds himself invested in the story. When a character dies or is in a deadly situation, he thinks its cool and makes sure to bookmark.

Marlon is sick of reading. Like genuinely sick. It's all he ever does in the office, whether its a book or if its his own notes. Throw a book his way and he'll fall asleep on page 5.

Tennessee takes books from Violet's stash. He doesn't really understand it all too much, but he thinks its nice. AJ gives him comics too, so he has his hands in both pots, sometimes asking AJ about stuff that he reads.

Ruby is all about the comedy. From kid's books to general nonsense stuff, she's not afraid to burst out into laughter at the sight of a funny passage.

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I got this idea long ago (that I will never put on a fic obvi :)).

After the all Valley, Johnny actually properly apologised to Daniel and they became close friends. When they graduated, they were still meeting up (Okinawa trip forgotten-). Christmas was around the corner and Daniel was insisting for Johnny to come with them (his ma and himself) to new Jersey so they can spend it together with his family, and Johnny could actually have a REAL Christmas with a REAL winter.

Daniel:" you never saw real snow?!"

Johnny:" So what?....I've never travel out of California if it wasn't for one of Sid stupid expensive trip to Greece or France....{which mom insisted to bring me along.}"

He finally accepted to go with him and went to new Jersey. Johnny got spoiled by compliments from pratically every members of Larusso family (except Louis who was jealous of him because he was a big blond pretty boy so he didn't stop to teasing him by saying that he was gay for Daniel.....whish was not totally wrong-)

The person who was always with Johnny was actually Daniel's nonna. (Daniel got a lot to do to help the family around, eapecially in kitchen) She always make sure that he eat properly. (too much- really too much.

Daniel:" your cheeks became more round"* found it cute-*

Johnny:" Nonna don't want me to starve."

Daniel:" you call her Nonna now?"

Johnny:" she wanted me to, who am I to say no to a lady?")

The funny part is that nonna forgot all the time that Johnny doesn't know a word in italian. She usually sat on the couch with him and had her best conversation with a confused Johnny who keeps nodding to don't looks like an idiot or someone impolite.

Nonna: (talk in italian)" this boy is adorable, he always listen to me and got time to take care of me"

Lucille: (talk in italian)" oh really....*have noticed that she talks 100% in italian with him* {poor boy}"

And last think, Johnny, Daniel and Nonna went for a walk every morning. Johnny let Nonna holding on his arm and Daniel walking on Johnny other side. He sometimes slip and get caught by a strong built arm.

Daniel: "I didn't needed your help. I wasn't about to fall. *was about to fall*"

Johnny:" sure Daniel, welcome to save your little ass *wink, still holding him in case* {He is so tiny..}"

Daniel:"*blushe a little, pulls himself away and huff* whatever you say blondy"

Nonna: "*is looking at the sunrise*"

//I am really sorry for my grammatical faults. I'm still learning how to write properly in English :') (not like I was a head in french-) if someone could help me to correct myself I would take the help :'D//

#teen lawrusso #i can't get enough of them

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timebegins-onopeningday · 6 months

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November 2023 New Works Round Up

Hello everyone, I'm a day late due to the mortifying ordeal, but I'm here with a round up post! We have 3 new works this month in the collection, including a WIP that is currently being updated!

AO3 | All works | Ask box

New works, in no particular order (link in title):

I still need you there beside me, no matter what I do by Anonymous | St. Louis Cardinals | Steve Carlton/Tim McCarver

Left-handed pitchers are their own special breed of crazy. Catchers are their own special breed of crazy. It's a long, long road.

Luck be a Ballplayer by powderblu (bluspirits) | Philadelphia Phillies | Alex Bohm/Brandon Marsh

Alec isn't sure this counts as "just normal roommate things", but he doesn't exactly want Marshy to stop, so he keeps his mouth shut.

Superbloom by heartequals (savvygambols) | San Francisco Giants | Blake Sabol/Casey Schmitt

Casey wraps an arm around Blake’s neck while Blake’s distracted by Yas. Blake flails. Casey pulls him down to his chest. “Me and some of the guys were going out after the game,” he hisses in his ear. “Come out with me.”

The next round-up post will be posted sometime on Sunday, December 10 (unless I get caught up in stupid work bullshit again in which case we may be a day late), so if you need a new deadline, aim for the North American morning of December 10.

Under the cut: November Challenges for readers and creators + 3 questions for creators (for your WIPs or completed works) and a hot sidequest for everyone!

November Challenge for Readers: Before the December post, leave comments on FOUR works from the past two months, if you haven't left comments yet!

November Challenge for Creators: Before the December post do the following:

Writers, add THREE sentences on your work every day.

Artists, spend FIVE MINUTES on your work every day

Podfic? Five minutes of editing or ten minutes of recording every other day. Something else I’m not thinking of? Adjust accordingly to your medium.

3 Creator Questions: Answer in the notes, on your blog, or in the ask box!

Who was/is your favorite character to work on in (one of) your works you posted so far?

What's a line that didn't make it into the final cut that you really really wanted to include?

Would you trust the players in your work with the aux cord?

November Sidequest for Everybody: Make a rec post on tumblr of at least two works you particularly enjoyed from the challenge so far and include at least one line on why you liked them.

That's it for this month, folks! I'll be back on December 10. Remember that to create art is to push back the forces of darkness that threaten to destroy us (Manfred's nonsense), drink water, and leave comments!

As always, ask box is open and anon is on. I can also be reached at rpfisfine@/gmail.com 🌞

#baseball rpf #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 prompt meme #fic recs #round up post

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bandedbulbussnarfblat · 3 months

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here is a preview for my next Armand/Daniel one shot (which I will hopefully finish and post sometime tomorrow) under a read more bc it's a bit long

It’s been nearly a month since Daniel and Armand have reconciled. Regaining his memories awakened those old feelings. After the interview, Daniel tried to go back to his normal life. He didn’t last long. Once he remembered Armand, he wanted him. It’s like he’s found the missing puzzle piece that completes him.

Which yeah, that’s not exactly healthy. But Daniel is old and sick; he figures he’s got ten to fifteen years tops. Years of drug use have had their toll, and there isn’t exactly a cure for Parkinson’s. So if he wants to spend his last few years with the love of his life, who cares? They’ve already damaged each other in all the ways that matter. And yet, there’s still so much love there.

Daniel loves Armand so much it makes him crazy.

Worse, it makes him insanely horny. They haven’t fucked yet. Armand tried getting in his pants the very night they got back together. Daniel had refused him, saying at his age he couldn’t get it up anymore. He’s about seventy-five percent sure that Armand knows he’s lying. Even without peeking in his head; he’s learned to read Daniel’s expressions well enough.

And Daniel has told him not to go digging around in there without his permission. As far as he knows, Armand hasn’t. It’s not so bad, not having sex. Not like he was having much before. Everyone his age is either married or in long term relationships. Sure, there’s a few other divorcees, but none he’s really interested in. So it’s been awhile.

It’s not like he’s not getting off in other ways. Armand bites him almost every night, and that feels just as good as sex. Plus, he knows for a fact that Armand considers it more intimate. Still, Daniel worries. With Louis gone off and living the single life–not that that will last long–Armand isn’t getting it anywhere else either. He doesn’t want it to cause problems between them.

But he can’t do it. Armand remembers him from his youth, when he was willing to try anything at least once. Back then he was a lot more flexible, and he didn’t sag in the wrong places. Armand may think he wants to be with him, but the experience will prove lackluster. He can’t do the things he used to do anymore. He’ll just disappoint Armand.

The nightlight clicks on, light catching Armand’s fiery eyes and making them seem to glow. “What’s wrong, my love? Usually you’re asleep by now.”

Sleeping during the day isn’t nearly as hard as Daniel expected it to be. His circadian rhythm has always been off, he doesn’t get sleepy till around 3 in the morning. Sleeping during the day has actually done wonders for his insomnia.

Daniel rolls to his side and meets Armand’s gaze. Armand installed those fancy windows he had in Dubai to Daniel’s house here in Brooklyn. They never really talked about it; Armand spent the night the first night and then just never left. Daniel doesn’t really mind; he wants Armand here.

“Can’t shut off my brain,” Daniel says.

“Perhaps I can help,” Armand says, and reaches a hand to his neck to stroke his thumb over the bite mark he left earlier.

Heat flares in Daniel’s core and he sucks in a sharp breath. God, he wants Armand. Wants those teeth inside him at the same time as his cock. He wants Armand to fuck him stupid. Sometimes, when it was really good, or especially intense, he would get all floaty after. Like he was disconnected from his body and everything was fuzzy and loose.

Armand’s eyes darken and his hand closes around Daniel’s throat and holds him in place. Then his mouth is on Daniel’s and Daniel sinks into the kiss. Armand always kisses him a little before he bites him, and it’s always nice. There’s a sharper edge to it now then there has been. Armand’s tongue is fucking his mouth, and his lips are moving against his perfectly.

Armand shifts, putting Daniel on his back. He uses his free hand to spread Daniel’s thighs so he can slot between them. He kisses Daniel until Daniel has to break away to catch his breath. Then Armand nuzzles into his neck and breathes in his scent. His hand moves to Daniel’s hair and snatches his head back. He licks a hot stripe up Daniel’s neck and Daniel moans wantonly.

Armand kisses his throat and sighs. “My beautiful boy, let me make love to you.”

Daniel stiffens. “I can’t, I told you-”

“Daniel,” Armand cuts him off, voice stern. “Tell me the truth. Why don’t you want to be with me?”

Daniel can feel his face turn red. “I don’t want to disappoint you. I’m not a spring chicken anymore.”

Armand’s brow furrows. “You mortals have such peculiar expressions. I suppose that’s referring to your age?”

Daniel looks away, nervously twisting his hands. Armand catches them and presses a kiss to the back of each. “You can’t disappoint me, beloved. I’ve longed for you these years apart. Let me have you.”

Daniel snorts. “I’m old and out of shape. It won’t be like it was before.”

“Do you truly think that matters?”

Daniel feels his chest tighten and he has to blink to keep the tears from welling. “Are you even physically attracted to me anymore? Because eventually the nostalgia will wear off and you’ll-”

“I’ll what, Daniel?”Armand says sharply. “Do tell me.”

“You’ll get tired of me. Realize I’m not the same person anymore. And you’ll leave.” Daniel didn’t realize how much he feared it, until he said it out loud.

“I’m not the one who leaves.”

Daniel winces. He might deserve that a little. He did run off quite a bit. But Armand let him leave, let him stay gone. If he really loved him, why didn’t he just find him and bring him back?

Armand’s gaze softens and he bends down to gently kiss along Daniel’s throat. Daniel allows it, sinking down into the mattress. It feels nice; arousal coursing through his entire body. Fuck, he wants Armand.

Armand nuzzles that spot right beneath his ear that always gets him hot, before sucking on it. It feels heavenly. Armand pulls back to pepper kisses over his throat. “I love you, my beautiful boy. I’ll never tire of you. I’ll never stop wanting you.”

He has such conviction in his voice. Daniel wants to believe it, but he isn’t sure. “I’m not beautiful, and I’m not a boy anymore.”

“You’re as lovely to me as the day I set eyes on you,” Armand says, then moves his mouth near Daniel’s ear. “And you’re my boy, always.”

#fic preview #not my best work #but with the mental health in shambles i'm proud of myself for writing anything #also if y'all read it and like it i will be compelled to finish and post it #i think tumblr may have made the format a little off too

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