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princesssmars · 20 days

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a few ellie headcanons bc i like her c: sfw.

she is a backpack lesbian. always has a tiny backpack. they are always black or a dark green. will sometimes get a patterned one. maybe has bananas on it. wants to put stickers on basically all of them but won’t because she gets paranoid they’ll get ruined.

i can’t find the post and ong i don’t remember what type of snack girlie i said ellie was but yes. this bitch loves snacks. always snacking. had a four month long addiction to jello it was a little scary.

she can cook for herself! she can make a damn good burger. hates tomato’s because she’s a baby 👎🏽

feel like she likes the weirdest cereals ever…like bae why are you eating kit kat cereal

runs super cold and always has a blanket. lovesss those super thick fluffy blankets that make you wanna fall asleep immediately. begged joel for one of those full body blanket snuggie things and he kept forgetting so she bought a matching dinosaur set with jessie and she loves it.

despite running cold her bedroom fan has not turned off in thirty years.

loves trivia. likes to play are you smarter than a fifth grader because you are NOT gonna catch her fuckin lackin.

likes mixmatched socks. her dryer is always eating half of her pairs so she grows to like it.

calls things pretentious and overrated as a joke bc she is annoying. watching a popular movie? she hates it the author is trying too hard. if she has a letterboxd she is either giving the most in depth review you’ve ever seen or a five star rating with a “cool”.

super nervous at the start of relationship yo show affection but when she’s locked in she is always on you…cuddles all the time. if you’re getting up to do something she is gripping around your waist. it’s cute until you need to go to the bathroom and she is insistent on going with you. once when she was high she told you she’d get a second toilet so you could go together 🫤

playstation girl yawn. she was hyped for elden ring then got her ass beat and didn’t play for a month before randomly deciding to finish it in two weeks.

whoever said she loves spongebob first was right…binges regular show when high. loves breaking bad. will act like she doesn’t like romance shows but if you make her watch the first episode she hasssss to finish it she can’t help ittt… sorry not sorry i’m making her watch bridgerton.

secretly watches those family guy adhd tiktoks

has a habit of watching movies through tiktok

and those space tiktok’s… comparing the gravity of different planets, what’s it’s like to fall through jupiters atmosphere.

likes orcas… watches marine life documentaries and gets emotional.

would know ur birth chart. ever forget ur big three signs? she knows. kind of scary. weird talent. doesn’t believe in astronomy buts knows every basic fact about every sign?? 😭

has two instagrams. her main is for her art and to post pictures with her friends and you. second she posts anything. and i do mean anything. will go from an introspective into idk why hoodwinked is underrated to

loves green it’s literally her color. needs some green in her dorm/apartment. thinks about this ahead of time so when she’s in middle school she starts buying tiny plants to take care of. at the start they’d die in like a week but now she has a dozen and they’re all healthy <3

bunch of posters on her bedroom walls. hates bare walls.

likes to try new hobbies every so often! is lazy about working out but when she does she gets on the treadmill and doesn’t break a sweat no matter how fast. kind of scary.

likes to go on the most random dates. you’ll be sitting on the couch and she’ll show you some random restaurant she saw on like instagram and be like let’s go. right now.

likes when you touch her hair. rest her on top of you while watching a movie and run your fingers through her hair? she’s out like a light. if you want to try different styles on it at home she will let you. doesn’t care if she has stupid looking like stubs everywhere she’s like c:

jesse told her she had a fuck ass bob once and she almost hit him :c

such a bike girl omg. i know she used to put water bottles in the back to make it sound like a motorcycle.

who first came up with that she loves spongebob because you’re so right. tried to act like she’s grown out of it but when she’s high and you’re trying to go to bed she’ll whisper “twenty five” to herself and laugh for five minutes straight.

spider-man girl because she’s cool.

pretends to hate all the dumb nicknames you give her when she does stuff. she makes a pb&j? shes now 'ellie jellie' for the rest of the week. has a stomach ache? now she gets to hear 'ellie bellie' for a month.

links for palestine, sudan, drc

#lowkey nothing but i wanted to talk about her #love this crazy bitch #tlou #tlou 2 #tlou 2 x reader #tlou x reader #ellie #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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How does the batfam sit in a chair?

Dick: does the splits just so he doesn't have to share the couch with his siblings

Jason: flips the chair around

Tim: sags like pants in the 90s

Damian: lil' ball of Angy

Duke: sits on everything except chairs

Cullen: like a true gay person

Stephanie: curls under 3 snuggies

Cassandra: props her feet up

Barbara: if anyone can put a wheelchair on top of a regular chair it's her

Harper: the STEM major slouch

Carrie: T-poses for dominance

Kate: womanspreads

Alfred: like a proper gentleman

Selina: plays footsie with Bruce

Bruce: secretly plays footsie with Selina while fighting for space with Kate without breaking posture because Alfred is watching

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emilyzipps · 7 days

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how do you build up the tension between two characters without dragging it out or jumping the gun by rushing it?

This is a great question! I mostly write romance/romcoms so I'm going to answer this about building romantic tension, but I'm guessing it works for other kinds as well.

As always, please feel free to reblog or comment with your thoughts, suggestions, disagreements!

The first thing that comes to mind for me is to think about all of the ways they're going to show their progression into the romance--their relationship milestones--and make sure they're spread out in a way that feels balanced and good.

In a romance, the things you're aiming for as relationship milestones will vary depending on what type of book you're writing. If it's a steamy enemies to lovers story, the sex will start pretty early into the book, so the will-they-or-won't-they isn't about sex, it's about feelings. The big milestones in that case might be things like

admitting attraction

hooking up

sex

first feelings of romance (you shove them under a rug)

first feelings of romance (you admit to yourself you have them)

first time testing out if they like you as more than an sex partner

first time admitting you liiiiike them

first time them admitting they liiiiike you

love confession/happily ever after

On the flip side, a slow burn friends to lovers (no steam), it may be things like

noticing she's pretty

touching hands by accident on the bus

touching hands ON PURPOSE on the bus

lingering stares

staying up all night talking

picking her up from a date with someone else and being so sad

trying to date someone else

spending the night together AS FRIENDS

erotic hair braiding

happily ever after

Once you think through what some of those milestones will be for your story and your characters, then you can figure out how you want to spread those out throughout your story. Tension comes in the spaces between those milestones and in yearning for the next one, so you need to give space for each milestone to (a) be exciting! (b) be celebrated (or feared or repressed or whatever) and (c) get old enough that we're pining for the next one. That's why you go from touching hands by accident to being brave and terrified and anxious when you decide to do it on purpose.

With the right build up--the pining for the feel of her smooth skin against yours, the noticing how her hands look, day dreaming about her fingers, picturing yourself touching her hand a million times, barely breathing--finally touching her hand on the bus can be as emotionally resonant as sex or a love confession.

consider each milestone as a small emotional climax (sex jokes are welcome and frankly appropriate), and treat it in the way you'd treat the big story climax.

The other thing I'm thinking about is the disconnect between what they say/show and what they think. In my debut novel, the first time Alice sees Van, her inner monologue is immediately like OMG GIRL HOT!!!! THIS BUTCH IS STUNNING AND SMELLS SO GOOD I WANT HER TO TOUCH MEEEEEEEEE. What she actually says out loud is more along the lines of "hi, nice to meet you, i'm your brother's formerly secret girlfriend."

That creates tension because the reader then (hopefully!) thinks, oh wow, how long can Alice keep it together when she's such a bisexual disaster? How long can she go without revealing how badly she wants Van to jump her?

Here's a little map of our milestones and interior/exterior:

first meeting. Alice thinks: GIRL HOT. Alice says: hi i am dating your brother??

first flirt. Alice thinks: if she touches me i'm going to fucking lose it (complementary). Alice says: thanks for the ride home, your dog is cute.

first admit you like each other. Alice thinks: i want to never leave her house or her presence. Alice says: you should be really proud of the life you've built here.

first cuddle. Alice thinks: i'm going to die. i'm actually, physically going to die under this snuggie. this girl is so hot and kind and i'm obsessed with her oh my GOD. Alice says: your mom seems nice.

Those are kind of silly examples, but I hope it helps to be able to see that we're waiting for her inner monologue to match her actions, and the stakes for both get higher and higher as they move through the milestones until the moment when she (a) says what she's thinking, and (b) gets what she wants. Aka, HAPPILY EVER AFTER, BABY.

thoughts, feedback, other suggestions, questions? bring them!

#writing advice #writing fiction #writing romance #writers on tumblr #writing #writers #fiction #romance #romance novels #romcom novels #writing romcoms

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maridoodles · 1 year

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space snuggie man 🔪

#knives millions #nai #trigun stampede #my art #fanart #fan art #i drew this in between working on himemiyasanthy s commission everyone say thank u himemiyasanthy #also tristamps producer retweeted this on twitter and thats so funny

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pendragon1400 · 5 months

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BG3 Pjs

You never see what the party members use for pjs in bg3 or what they would use if they had the time and backpack space. But, I have a few ideas (These are all modern, just imagine them in bg3 terms).

Gale: Snuggy. He wants something soft, and with a hood.

Astarion: One of those sets that has the matching slippers and robes. Also yes, he does have that one sheer robe with fur lined sleeves that looks like the person who owns it is twice divorced.

Wyll: Normal set of pjs, like a suitable tee-shirt/tank top and pants.

Shadowheart: Black silk tank top and pants.

Karlach: Patterned pjs set, with animals. Like tiny dogs or something. No they never match, bc she wants to wear her dog and cat pjs at the same time.

La'zel: Sweat pants/ tee shirt. She can roll out of bed and into the gym.

Halsin: Nothing.

#bg3 #astarion #gale #karlach #wyll #shadowheart #la'zel #Pjs

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ct-7567 · 1 year

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i call this “rex spaces in the kitchen” (lol. spaces)

team comfy cozy rex with the blanket snuggie as seen on space tv

#captain rex #vince art #idk what to say rlly. i was high and making taquitos and it was funny and then i took a nap and drew this

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azeternasims · 11 months

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i use the base game beanie all the time but i wish my sims could pull it down over their ears!

so i made a low beanie with loads of colours, and a stripey version from an old request i did

there are 4 different shapes that cover most hairstyles, but it doesn't work with very voluminous or very asymmetrical hair so there's also a high version that fits on any hair

~ teen-elder, all frames ~ lods: 616/528/264/136 polys ~ 5 meshes for different hairstyles ~ 25 plain colours (snuggy beanie) ~ 20 stripes and skull swatches (skully beanie) ~ the merged version has different shapes as swatches to take up less space in CAS. download the merged version or the individual files, not both!

snuggy beanie: sfs (merged ~ individual files) ~ drive skully beanie: sfs (merged ~ individual files) ~ drive tou

#ts4 accessories #ts4cc #s4cc #s4mm #the swatch of my pink haired sim in a lime green beanie is peak townie fashion

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miamierre · 10 months

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dearest phoebe hourcat. if you would be so kind, will you tell us about the first time pierre meets charles’ family in the chassis verse? mwah!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe Charles needs to check his personal email more often.

In his defense, of course, winter break from both teaching gigs falls in perfect alignment, which means the first day Charles is free of teaching responsibilities, he’s bundled up and out the door to spend the afternoon at Jersey Motor. Pierre doesn’t exactly get the same time off, but he’s his own boss, which means—

Well. Which means Charles is his bed companion every single afternoon, whether they’re huddled in front of his old flatscreen sharing the world’s oldest Snuggie or tangled in sheets to keep warm the old-fashioned way. It’s really shaping up to be the winter of his dreams. Charles is in love and he could care less about the rest of the world around them.

At least, not until the rest of the world comes knocking at his apartment door the day before New Year’s Eve. Charles groans, knocking his head back against the pillow of Pierre’s arm where they’re curled up together in bed. “I paid my rent early,” he grumbles, “I can’t imagine what my landlord wants from me.”

Pierre chuckles. “Cherie,” he hums, leaning over to press a formless kiss to the base of Charles’ neck, “maybe you should see what she wants then, mmm?” He grins into Charles’ flush skin. “I’m not going anywhere. I told you I would keep you in bed until the New Year, and I intend to keep my promise.”

Charles blushes deeper. “Yeah,” he concedes after a long beat. Pierre’s mouth is still curved deliciously against his neck—it takes all of his self-control to roll out of bed and pull on the discarded pair of sweatpants that’d been tossed haphazardly in their race to the mattress. “Fine. Don’t move.”

Pierre lifts a hand, jostling the sheets so that the vee of his crotch is once again exposed to the room. Charles swallows. “I will be your statue, ma belle,” he purrs. Fuck. He’s far too smooth for his own good. With a forced breath, Charles shuffles out of his bedroom and over to the front hallway. Be quick, he reminds himself. The thought of Pierre laid up like a bronze masterpiece for him has his tongue dry and heavy in his mouth.

He reaches the door, not even bothering to remove the chain lock, and opens it enough to peek his face through. “How can I help you, Ma—maman?!”

There, standing in the hallway in front of his door, is his mother, flanked by both of his brothers. All of them look ridiculous in their bundled-up attire, although Charles hasn’t exactly been out in the world in the last few hours. “Charlie!” Pascale exclaims, arm shooting up in delight. She’s dragging a large enough suitcase behind her, which…

Charles slams the door shut. Oh my god.

“Don’t tell me you’re surprised, Cha,” Arthur’s voice seems to cut right through the thick wood between them. “Did you really not check your email?” Oh.

“Or your phone?!” Lorenzo chimes in. And…Charles glances towards where his phone is sitting facedown in the living room, completely forgotten about in the haze of Pierre’s arrival. Oops.

Of course, as if there’s not enough commotion rattling around in Charles’ brain, Pierre calls to him from the bedroom. “Bebe, was it Margo? What did she want?” At the sound of Pierre’s voice, at least, Charles springs into action: he scrambles from where he’d pinned himself to the door and almost trips back into their space, grabbing a shirt draped on the laundry basket. “Charlie?”

“Pierrot,” Charles hisses, wrestling with the t-shirt to get it over his head, “my mother is here.”

Pierre blinks at him slowly. “Your mother is here.” He sounds confused. “Charles, doesn’t your mother live—”

“In Monaco, with my brothers, who are also here, yes!”

Pierre is still blinking, although at least Charles can see the realization dawning on his boyfriend’s face. “Your mother is here.” His eyes light up, which—is sweet, Charles can’t lie—but that light quickly goes out when he glances down and realizes the less-than-presentable nature of their room right now. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yes, Pierre, fuck is right!” He claps a hand to his face. “I left them in the hall—”

“You left them in the hall?”

“—my love, I need you to put on clothes right now, and—and, shit, can we change the sheets? Is that too much? Yes, no, it is, nevermind, I—I’m going to close the door, please just don’t look like we were just having sex before they got here.”

Pierre smirks at him, somehow amused even though Charles is about to have the most humiliating afternoon of his life right now. “We were just having sex before they got here, though.” Charles levels a glare at him. Pierre lifts his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay! Okay, cherie, I will get presentable for your mother and brothers, don’t worry.” He smiles softly. “It’s okay, mon ange. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Charles releases the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Pierre’s expression is gentle: concerned, sure, but also steady in a way that Charles knows he can trust. It’s Pierre. Shameless as he may be most of the time, he can be good when he needs to be. Charles has witnessed it firsthand watching him waive fees for the less fortunate neighbors in need of repairs.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “I’m—” he shakes his head. “I love you.”

Pierre’s smile gets wider, sweeter at the words. “I love you too.” He blows a kiss across the room and winks. “Now go bring your family inside, the hallway here is far too small for so many Monegasques to gather!”

Charles rolls his eyes, but does as he says: he clicks the door shut quietly, then sprints back to the door, where he undoes his chain lock and swings the door open. “Sorry guys, I have just been busy with work stuff!” He opens his arms and his mother crashes into him first, apparently unbothered that she’d just had the door shut in her face moments before.

“My baby,” she coos, squeezing him tight enough to make him yelp before pulling back to look at him. “You look tired, Charles. Are you getting enough sleep?”

Charles just laughs, nods. “I’m getting as much sleep as I’m allowed,” he answers, and then turns to his oldest brother, who’s still side-eyeing him. “Hi, Lolo.”

The nickname seems to wipe the lingering disbelief off his face. “Charlot,” he mumbles, and then grabs Charles for another crushing hug. “You really haven’t changed a bit, even with your flashy professorship, have you.”

Charles laughs into his shoulder. “Not one bit,” he confirms, and the rumble of laughter between them eases the lingering jitter of his nerves. When he turns to Arthur, he’s almost completely forgotten why he’d slammed the door on them in the first place. “Speedy,” he says warmly, and Arthur rolls his eyes and whacks him in the shoulder before hugging him fiercely, too.

“Monaco isn’t the same without you there to make a mess of everything,” he mumbles, and Charles laughs again. He imagines it’s not far from the truth: he’s taken his talents of disaster and chaos across an ocean, to arguably the most chaotic state in the entire United States of America. It’s fitting, in a way.

When he extracts himself from his brother’s embrace, he takes the sight of the three of them in and is struck with how perfect it will be, ringing in the new year with all the people he loves in his apartment.

His apartment. Which he still hasn’t invited them in to yet, and more dangerously, still hasn’t cleaned seriously in quite some time. He knows there are books everywhere. (He doesn’t know where…other things are. Pierre’s bent him over so many surfaces in here over the last week and a half, he can’t even remember it all. Jesus.) “Um—come in! Come in, maman, here let me take your bag—” Pascale passes him the handle easily and steps right through the doorway, Lorenzo and Arthur following suit.

“What a sweet place!” She exclaims, at the same time Arthur’s voice flatly declares “This looks pretty mediocre for a University professor.” Lorenzo just snorts. Charles rolls his eyes.

“Thank you, mama, and fuck off, Arthur.” He gets a middle finger in return, followed by the scoffing of his mother, and it reminds him of home so vividly that his chest bursts with nostalgia of the holidays of old: their fireplace burning through the night, falling asleep on his father’s lap listening to old Christmas stories, their too-large Christmas tree catching every light in the house and looking magic.

The holidays of old are long since passed, but wisps of those memories exist in the people standing before him, ogling new home with big smiles and wind-chilled faces.

And then his bedroom door opens. Charles watches everyone’s heads snap up at the sound, and he himself feels his heart lodge in his throat at the thought of what comes next. Traditions of old mingle with ones of new. Even though he trusts his boyfriend implicitly and knows he’s not going to come out dick first, the jitters return all at once. He’s mentioned Pierre in passing, sure, but it’s been—he hasn’t exactly elaborated on all the details—

Pierre emerges from the depths of the hallway, decked out in the godawful Old Navy holiday pajama set Charles had bought him as a gag, and smiles that charming, impossible-to-resist Pierre smile. Charles exhales. “Hi everyone,” he says, waving a little.

Arthur’s head snaps back to Charles, eyes narrowing. “Work stuff,” he repeats softly, and Charles can’t fight the embarrassed color that floods his face. Yeah.

Pascale couldn’t be bothered to look at any of her sons, though. “You are Pierre, yes?” She’s got her back to Charles but he can hear the smile in her voice. The blush just keeps getting deeper. Pierre nods. “Pierre! It is so beautiful to meet you—” she throws her arms around his shoulders and tugs him into an enormous hug, clearly catching him by surprise. Charles squeaks. “My son likes to keep his secrets, but I know a man in love when I see one.” She pinches his cheek. Pierre laughs; his eyes flicker over to where Charles is standing, then back to his mother.

“I’m so happy to meet you, too,” he murmurs. Pascale releases him after keeping him wrangled for another long moment, which gives him the opportunity to step into the living room properly. He gets to Lorenzo first. “Hey, I’m Pierre. Charles’—uh, Charles’—”

“Boyfriend,” Charles finishes, remembering all of a sudden that he should probably be the one making the introductions. He all but skips across the room to hook his arm through Pierre’s, then turns towards Arthur and gestures him over. Pierre shakes his hand, too. “Lorenzo, Arthur, this is my boyfriend, Pierre. Pierre, these are my brothers.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you both,” Pierre murmurs. “I’ve heard plenty of stories, so it’s great to have faces to put with the names.”

Arthur grins. “All good, I hope?” Lorenzo snorts at the idea. Pascale is…looking particularly over the moon, which Charles knows he’s going to have to deal with the moment he gets her alone.

But that’s for the future. “Only the bad ones,” he deadpans back. Arthur giggles. “No, shut up, shut up. Let’s—take your jackets off, come warm up in the kitchen. You can fill Pierre in on the good ones later.” He shepherds his family through the hallway and into the excuse of a kitchen he’s got before Pierre catches his arm. “Mmm?”

“I like them,” Pierre murmurs in his ear, nuzzling at him tenderly. “Especially your mother—she reminds me of my mom, which I know she’ll love.”

Charles laughs softly. Of course Pascale will love that. “We’ll have to figure out how to talk about them, you know. Pascale and Pascale.” He wrinkles his nose. Pierre nips his ear in lieu of an answer, and Charles yelps. “Hey! I’m just saying.”

“I know,” he hums. “Your ears are so pink, though, bebe, I can’t help myself.” Pierre leans in again and Charles squeaks once more, shoving gently at his boyfriend despite the locked-firm embrace they’re now in. “C’mon.”

“I thought you said you were going to be good for me,” Charles sighs in mock-defeat. Pierre…stiffens.

Oh.

“Please tell me they’re staying at a hotel,” his boyfriend whispers, face looking noticeably pinker than it had moments before. “I do like your family, Charlie, but I…” he trails off, choosing instead to look Charles up and down several suggestive times.

“Hey, loverboy!” Arthur shouts, and both Pierre and Charles whip around to the sound. “What’s your wifi password?”

Oh my god. It’s going to be a long rest of the year.

#bel we should kiss. thank you for giving me the opportunity to CONTINUE to be crazy i love u #in my deleted scenes era!#piarles #10 x 16 #fic #the mechanic au #ask reply #boscpierres #FREE BEL FRANCOPHONES BTW

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repairgirl · 1 year

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20. i love you in a song pt. 2

word count: 1.5k

t/w: gut-wrenching, sickeningly sweet, vomit-inducing fluff. some of the fluffiest muck guck you’ll ever read

Percy sat down in the center of the room (the boys’ unofficial meeting space), enveloped in his blue Snuggie and still recovering from his beauty rest. “Hear ye, hear ye,” he announced, hitting an imaginary gavel. “I now call a boys meeting to order.”

Leo, Jason, and Frank, who were already in the room, circled around him, taking seats on the floor.

Frank groaned in frustration. “This better be important.”

“Oh, it is,” Percy said, wiggling his eyebrows. “It’s about the Y/N thing.”

Jason frowned. “What Y/N thing?”

“The plan,” Percy clarified.

cLeo’s eyes widened. “Percy! I told you that in confidence.”

“Yes, I know,” Percy said, “But I think the group would benefit from hearing it. For encouragement purposes only.”

Leo nodded solemnly. “Encouragement purposes. I like the sound of that. Go on.”

Percy told them all about Leo’s plan, and everyone nodded in agreement and approval.

“Leo, this is amazing,” Jason admitted. “It has to work. If it doesn’t, just know you gave it your best chance.”

“I agree,” said Frank. “For once, I am on your side, Valdez.”

Percy grinned. “It’s amazing, right? Even Will wanted to help.”

Smiling cockily, Leo chimed in. “High praise, high praise. Thank you, boys. But I do have to admit, among all the excitement, I am the teeniest bit nervous. But obviously not incredibly nervous. Just a slight bit. A normal amount.”

Jason put his hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay to be nervous, bud.”

“Yeah, no pressure at all,” Frank chimed in. “Just a plan that has to go perfectly in order to reverse all the fuckups you’ve made with the love of your life throughout the course of, well, the whole summer.”

“Thanks a lot, Frank.”

“Anytime.”

“Boys, boys,” Percy shushed the two. “We must have faith in our brother for this plan to work. We need to support him. Like Hazel just subtly did for Y/N.”

Frank put his hands up in defense. “Listen, we are very different people.”

“Wait, so Hazel and Y/N are done talking? It’s just her in the room now?” Leo asked.

“That is correct, Repair Boy,” Percy responded. “The girls all left like, half an hour ago. Should be gone for another thirty minutes or so. Annabeth will text me when they’re coming back.”

“Huh. So if Hazel’s gone, and Y/N has had time to decompress for a while now, and is alone in the room, that means—”

“That now is your time.”

“Like, right now, right now?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure? Like right now?”

“Yes Leo, right now.”

“But how right now are we talking? Like right NOW or right now? Or—”

“LEO!” everyone shouted at once.

“Okay fine! I get it. I’ll quit stalling and head over now. Any last words?” Leo asked the group, getting up to go.

“Good luck, soldier,” Jason said, saluting him.

“Don’t fuck it up,” added Frank.

“And most importantly,” said Percy, “Take a few deep breaths. Everything will work out in the end.”

Leo grinned, heading out the door and towards your room. That was all the encouragement he needed.

Back in yours and Leo’s room, you were so caught up in the euphoria of self-care that you barely noticed the knock on your door. You opened it to reveal your favorite curly haired Latino, whose chocolate eyes sparkled upon seeing you.

“Mind if I come in?”

You led him in. “It’s not like it’s your room too, or anything.”

“Our room,” he corrected, and even that small comment made your heart flutter.

You two naturally found your way onto the bed, laying exactly three feet apart and staring at the ceiling, the exact same way you used to on his bunk back at camp.

“So, uh,” Leo started. “Crazy summer, am I right?”

You immediately punched him in the arm. “I’ll say.”

“Ow!” he yelped. “Okay, maybe I deserved that.”

You giggled. “You most definitely did.”

“But can we talk, like seriously?” he asked. “I wanted to apologize.”

You sat up. “Leo, you already did. And I’ve forgiven you, I promise.”

“Okay yeah, but it’s just like,” he started, making a face. “Sorry doesn’t exactly cover it.”

“Maybe not, but your apology was plenty sufficient. You’ve shown you’re different, and things are relatively normal.”

“But what does normal even mean? For us, at least?” He sat up, taking your hands and locking eyes with you. “Y/N, when have things ever been normal for us?”

Your heart got caught in your throat. “W-what do you mean?”

“Y/N, what we have has never been normal, and I love everything about that. There has always been something special here and I wanted to say I’m sorry because, well, I’m sorry for not acknowledging it sooner. Or acting on it sooner. Or admitting it sooner. And if I could go back and redo this entire summer with you, I would. I would cherish all of the moments between us that weren’t normal, in the best possible way.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, barely believing the words you were hearing. “But Leo, I thought you... liked being normal. Or, at least, pretending to be.”

“Y/N, while being normal with you is nice, being abnormal with you is a lot nicer.”

Your entire body filled with warmth, and Hazel’s words echoed in your ears: Follow your heart.

“Leo, I don’t know what to say,” you started.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied, flashing that lopsided grin that made you fall in love with him in the first place. “Just listen.”

Just then, he pulled out a guitar from under the bed, leaving you to wonder how it got there in the first place. He took it out and started to tune it.

“A guitar?” you asked. “I didn’t know you knew how to play.”

“I don’t,” he admitted. “Will taught me. Just for this very special occasion.

His fingers moved beautifully across the strings and frets, playing a tune you recognized immediately. The song from the first time you got boba together, the song you put in his music box you never got to give to him. The song that had unspokenly been agreed on that was your song— I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song by Jim Croce. You didn’t even know he had remembered.He started to sing, and your heart burst. (play this song now while you listen for the full immersive experience!)

Well, I know it's kind of late

I hope I didn't wake you

But what I gotta say can't wait

I know you'd understand

'Cause every time I tried to tell you

The words just came out wrong

So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Yeah, I know it's kind of strange

But every time I'm near you

I just run out of things to say

I know you'd understand

'Cause every time I tried to tell you

The words just came out wrong

So I'll have to say I love you in a song

After a few more choruses, the song ended and you tackled Leo in a hug, embracing him tighter than you ever had before. You admittedly very much had teared up, from a variety of emotions. Wiping a few tears and speechless, you pulled away, resting your forehead on his.

He smiled, his lips a millimeter from yours. “So, I take it you liked it, huh?”

“Liked it? Leo, I loved it,” you admitted, face a blushing mess and butterflies flying in every corner of your body. “But you can’t just do that.”

“Do what, mi amor?”

“You cant just do that, you cant just play our song and apologize and be so perfect and make me fall in love with you all over again.”

Leo frowned, feigning disappointment. “I can’t? Could I if I was your boyfriend?”

You smiled, your eyes crinkling. “I think you know the answer to that.”

And just like that, your lips crashed into his, and you felt his warm, chapped, lips that you had been longing to feel for so long. Fireworks went off in your heart as he cupped your face in his hands, eagerly kissing back. You two pulled away, resting foreheads once again.

“I love you, Y/N. Not just in a song.”

Before you had a chance to say it back, you heard a faint squeal come from outside.

Immediately, you pushed Leo away. “What the hell was that?”

The door slowly creaked open to reveal Hazel, Frank, Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Will, and Nico’s heads carefully squished in the door frame.

“We may or may not have been listening to the entire thing,” Percy admitted sheepishly.

Leo and you burst into laughter, and everyone else did the same. You were too happy to be mad, or even slightly annoyed.

Grinning ear to ear, Leo turned to you.

“Would you like to share a bed with me tonight?”

yours truly || leo valdez x fem!reader smau

a/n: and that is a wrap!! thank you all amazing readers for supporting my journey from beginning to end (including the 3 year hiatus). none of this could have been possible without you. and stay tuned, bonus chapter for funsies coming soon!!! (also i just found my old taglist so so sorry for not tagging u all sooner!!)

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yours truly taglist: @itsnottilly @togethcr @katrin-okay @officialfictionalwreck @sunshineandshadowss @the-swageyama-tobiyolo @lilredpanda29 @goldengoddess @dee-zbignuts @animes-trash @toffytaste @marshmallow12435 @dont-get-upset @cellias @breadbrobin @didi073 @haox @broadwayismydrug @burrito-fight @ih3artspencerreid @lesliesnightmare @marry-me-malfoy @cosmiq-cloud @alecmores @lovemss @trashy-kawa

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slushiepizza · 4 months

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hi slushie (my redacted blog is cashandprizes in case this helps)! saw your post about work stuff and idk if any of this will help but just some ideas. for context i will say I'm also in school and working part time at an office job and can definitely struggle somedays to stay on task!

Category 1: skills/techniques

Organize your stuff - but not how other people tell you, in a way that works for your brain. So many people will tell you to get a planner and if regular journaling/writing doesn't work for you, this probably won't. I will say I make a google calendar for each class and put assignments and reminders in before the semester starts from the syllabus. As for work stuff, honestly I have my basic tasks that I'm always doing and the rest I get five million messages about in the work group chat. But this might not work for your brain! Maybe you're a sticky note person, or maybe you like phone reminders. Maybe you need fun notepads like this. You know your brain best.

Figure out the optimal background noise configuration to make your brain work. Some people put on music, others put on podcasts, some people listen to nature sounds, some people need complete silence (noise-canceling headphones are great for this). If you know you've been most productive in school libraries or coffee shops, find that ambience and play it. I always recommend mynoise because it really helped me during the pandemic and there's so many noise machines (nature sounds, public spaces where people "talk", ambiance, music, etc.) - I find the brain "hacking" (binural beats) are adjustable enough to keep me focused without being too anxious and can be hidden under music. But there's always youtube asmr or lofigirl or any number of other things - again, you're your own best expert

Timing. I'm a major pomodoro fan, because I find the work-break-work-break-work-long break system really helpful for not just keeping me on task but reminding me to get up and stretch. pomfocus allows you to modify the timers and I like it a lot, but you can also use a phone timer. what's useful for me is knowing that there's a set time limit - all things end, and I can keep trying and being unsuccessful but at least i did it for that whole time. idk, works for me, maybe it will work for you. or not, that's okay too!

Reward system. the rewards might be the most important part (might just be me). sometimes motivation is getting to the reward, sometimes it's being done, and if it's getting to the reward you gotta have a fun reward. I have set things to be my rewards that I enjoy (playing five minutes of a phone game, watching a video, scrolling down tumblr) like I made a playlist of shorts and short videos on youtube to watch during breaks. That and stretching out my body helps a lot and reminds me to stay focused when I am working.

Good snacks. I had a professor in undergrad tell me "if you're going to have a meeting with yourself you need a good snack" and she was wrong about a lot of things but not that. sometimes having an easy and yummy snack food and a yummy drink makes the difference when you're working.

Figure out what distracts you and plan for it. the thing is you can't eliminate every distraction, right? but if you plan for how to handle them, that can help. so first figure out what gets you distracted (silent enough to hear your thoughts, hearing other conversations, being cold/hot, uncomfortable chair, etc.) and see if you can manage that or plan for it. for example my office is freezing in the summer and sweltering in the winter, so I dress in layers and keep a snuggie in my desk when I'm on campus because if I don't i will spend all day complaining about the temperature and not working. do i look ridiculous in the snuggie, sure, but i wasn't shivering and got my stuff done.

Category 2: support systems

accountability buddies. if you have friends or coworkers or whoever that you can be like "ok. i am going to do this. if you see me on discord/tumblr please fist fight me" that is so helpful. sometimes when I'm working remotely I will sit in discord vcs to parallel play because I know it keeps me accountable for doing my work. if you can find or make something like that happen, it might help you stay on task or keep you motivated?

friends/supports in general. sometimes it's really nice to just talk about how you're struggling. they can't always fix it, but it can be nice to just be heard and validated. also, if you have coworkers, they might have had similar experiences or you might all be struggling, which could be an indicator that you are not The Drama

talking with supervisors/advisors/etc. definitely daunting, but sometimes talking to supervisors can be helpful - or it can suck. try to figure out their vibes and ask other coworkers first. you might also be able to get resources from your advisor, trusted professors, campus resources, etc. that are worth investigating.

i'll keep it short, but i always feel obligated to ask if you've considered therapy - it's because i'm in therapy school and this is my life sorry. it's not for everyone, but some people find it useful.

wow jesus sorry this was so long. i hope maybe any of this was helpful??? i am sorry you are struggling and i hope you have some good outlets to work through it and some solid friends. i hope things improve!!! wishing you the best (also i love your art not totally related but we praise your art constantly in the discord)

Hi, Lexi. Thank you so much for giving such a detailed explanation omg :")) it definitely helps a lot and it gives me peace of mind to have actionable steps like you've given me, I will try to apply them and hopefully they can help me get back on my feet again. And thank you for the kind words, and for always supporting my art; your kindness gives me the strength to keep doing what I do ^^ To everyone else, I hope these tips can be of use to you too!!

#slushiesaves #slushieanswers

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overthinkingtaleblr · 4 months

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Out of P.I.E who would be most likely to be a blanket thief?

Okay, let’s go down the list, least to most likely to steal a blanket out of the four who are most likely to share a blanket with each other.

We already established that the Tall Johnny runs hot. Toast doesn’t even sleep with a blanket, he sleeps with a light sheet without a shirt on. If someone manages to get a blanket on his body, he will wriggle until its off of him and continue dozing peacefully.

Despite being the one with the least connection to ghosts, I think Chris sleeps like the dead. He doesn’t move in his sleep at all, so he can’t really steal blankets. He do be snoozing, and he is probably the easiest to take a proper blanket from. He will steal his blanket back in the morning and just walk away with it.

Next is Short Johnny. Ghost runs very cold, so he is covered in blankets and a SINGLE draft could lead him to grab the nearest blanket on the bed. I imagine there have been several particularly cold nights where the people he’s sleeping with wake up with NOTHING on their body. Because Ghost is crazy.

Fred “The Spooker” Soup moves the most in his sleep and I could see him as a sleep hugger. Like, if he doesn’t have a person, a pillow, or some kind of stuffed animal between his arms, he will start bunching the blanket up while unconscious. He is the most likely to steal the blanket if he does not take the proper precautions.

And since I haven’t been consistently answering asks recently, I want to give as much as possible with this! P.I.E adjacent stuff under the cut!

First off, as MANY interns as I can list off the top of my head. These guys are no longer sharing the same bed for the record.

Jenny Ghost doesn’t even use a blanket, and she would sleep on the floor if she could help it. She’s not a blanket thief, she’s barely a blanket-user.

Mabeline solely uses hand-made snuggies bc he doesn’t trust a single person in the world not to steal his blankets. If he actually shared a blanket with someone, he has an arm hooked on the blankets so he doesn’t lose them.

As I see her (a Dullahan) Jenny Toast doesn’t sleep, and when she’s lying down with someone with a blanket, she’d only steal the blanket if she thought it would be funny. And she often thinks its funny.

Leonard Malkovich has been married to a blanket thief for over a decade, it’s to the point where he has become one in turn. SMH, sometimes you become what you seek to destroy.

WHEN they ever manage to knock him out, Spencer Acachalla is Schrödinger's blanket thief. If there is a blanket near him and he’s asleep, he’s not stealing the blanket until he is. Like, he keeps inching under it, and it’s not a problem until it very suddenly is… or never is. He’s an enigma.

Josh THRASHES in their sleep. Maybe they don’t steal it ON PURPOSE, but that blanket is not staying on anybody when they’re done with it.

Alberto Guppy will consciously take any blanket he sees off of someone who is sleeping. He is the sole reason why people no longer bring blankets to PIE’s home base, he will try to steal them.

Former Members including the OG PIE team and deceased former friends to the team <3

‘Dark Pit’ has learned to tuck the blanket under him when sleeping with friends. Not like it matters, he’s a very light sleeper so any ATTEMPT to get the blanket wakes him up.

Johnny Ghost Senior is a side-sleeper who can only fall asleep if he’s on top of his hands. Peewee does not understand it, but it stops him from stealing the blanket.

While Katrina is actively not a blanket thief, she does kick in her sleep.

Mary Toast doesn’t steal blankets in her sleep, but she would take one off of a friend if she was cold and they were passed out. Specifically if it was Toast, considering he’d probably prefer not to have a blanket…

Ronnie Boast only ever moves in his sleep to take BACK stolen blanket space. It’s like clockwork, too.

Similar to Josh, Johnny Roast does not sleep easily. Unlike Josh, he ACTIVELY steals blankets during his thrashing. It’s not an accident, he is pulling them onto his body.

T.Casket.

Woah also doesn’t sleep, but she likes to sit wrapped in warm blankets like a burrito, and it becomes a problem when she realizes she can take Any blanket off of Any sleeping person at ANY time.

Those are all the ones I can think of/Ones that I think would be funny.

#taleblr #johnny ghost #taleblr headcanons #johnny toast #fred spooker soup #chris colon ghostie

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