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#thanks for creating this soph!
christinarowie332 · 5 months
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you coming over or what ?
matt sturniolo x reader
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angst to fluff .
warnings: language, that’s all really !! just smooching
requested: kinda , anon wanted more matt , more angst and more fluff , thank you anon
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i have allways been a push over . well . not really . i just find the good in people , and that’s all i see .i get blinded by a small compliment , a small gesture , a shift in their attitude , and i run with it . i use it as fuel to run the fire that is a toxic and dangerous relationship. the fire ends up consuming me , engulfing the small embers of my heart that still somehow burns . eventually the fire burnt out , leaving ash . leaving a cold and hollow hole like a cigarette had created it .the only red and orange hues that still slowly burn in my chest is anger . hate . for one man and one man only .
matthew sturniolo .
i look down to the phone placed on my lap , neck muscles pulling at the sudden movement, a cold rush sent through ligaments as they have not been used in a while .my eyes have been glued to the tv for the past hour or so , only movement has been looking for my disgarded vape , or to trail a misplaced shadow , wondering if it’s a ghost ,my fucking anemia or lack of sleep fucking with my brain.
my eyes travel across the phone screen .
““matthew bernard sturniolo” sent you a message”
oh fuck off
i grab my phone from my thighs , sitting up straight and open the i message notification.
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what?
my eyebrows furrow at this . a thousand thoughts fill my mind . i ignore the one that says go , i ignore the one that says you know how u feel , i ignore them all . the only one i pick apart , type out , and send , reading this;
me: the fuck u texting me for ??
matt: who’s this ?
me: u sent the message fuck ass??? soph???
matt: oh
me: oh ???
matt: wrong sophie mb
me: k
i roll my eyes and close my phone . my attention should be on my tv again , that’s where i’m looking . i’m looking at a scene i’ve watched multiple times , this being the 100th time i’ve watched the originals . my attention should be on the man on my screen. but it’s not . who the fuck is sophie ? why the fuck did he ask her to come over ? he knows another sophie ?
before my mind can react , my hand is on my phone . my thumbs jumping from each letter , playing hopscotch with my future . i don’t care . i really don’t , i’m just intrigued is all . that’s what i tell my self . no . that’s the truth .
me: k read 8:03
me: who’s sophie ?
i’m not quite sure when i started to hate matt . i mean we were never friends, i met chris first , then i met nick . i became friends with them , then naturally met matt . he had a girlfriend at the time , a stupid annoying stuck up bitch who allways had it out for me . bitch . so naturally i stayed away from him , and never really got to know him other then as nick and chris’s brother , matt didn’t try and talk to me so it became kinda awkward. then the awkward became “why is she/he here” and “why don’t they like me” and “fine i just won’t like him” . even his face pisses me off , the annoying blue eyes , the bags , the chiseled cheekbones , his lips . not in a weird way . he just never shuts the fuck up so of course i’m looking at his lips . what else am i gonna look at ? his hands ? the annoying ass rings he wears ??? his tattoos ….. i mean yeah i like tattoos but why does he have them ? and don’t get me started on the-
a ping from my phone snaps me from my thoughts .
matt: don’t worry about it .
god he’s pathetic.
me: what is she your new girlfriend…. couldn’t get me so pick the next best sophie .
matt: fuck off
i chuckle at myself, smiling at the messages . before i see a text bubble appearing .
matt: you coming over or what ?
my heart starts to quicken along with the pace of my thoughts . why the fuck does he want me to come over ? i weigh the pros and cons in my head , i go through the different scenarios , i even practice what i’m gonna say , what arguments i have for him . in all of these i’m left confused and intrigued .
if curiosity killed the cat , this pussy is fucked.
i don’t give myself a second to back out , grabbing my phone , letting him know i’m on my way , grabbing my keys and before i know it i’m pulling out of my driveway and halfway to his house .
the drive is a short one usually , more often then not it’s an excited and happy drive , knowing i get to see my two best friends .and i get to argue with matt . but this one is different, my hands are gripping my wheel , depriving my fingertips of blood as my palms strangle the warm leather . my eyes dart across the road , to my mirror , to the map , showing me in perfectly placed pictures the destination of my mistake .the road mocks me with the traffic lights i pass . each time it counts down to red , illuminating a big “game over”, taunting me with its game . within seconds , i’m putting my car in neutral . within a few more im out side of his door , knuckles hovering over the wood.
two knocks.
three seconds
“hey”
his hair is messy , eyes are heavy and his face is a dead and emotionless one. i exhaile a breath . pulling myself together and barge past him , shoulders colliding, knocking him back a step .
“nice to see you too” he continues, before slamming the door and turning towards me .
“why am i here matt .” i ask , defeat and impatience laced in my voice , crossing my arms .
“you literally drove your self here? you tell me” matt replies , walking past me , towards his living room and dropping his body onto the couch. i scoff and turn to walk towards him , slumping in the spot farthest away from him on the creme sofa .
“you quite literally asked me to come” i finally replied,he smirks slightly and turns his head towards me , eyes still on the tv before he meets my eyes .
“wow . i ask , you come ? that easy ? man you must be obsessed with me” he condescends , leaning forward and looking me up and down.
i huff a breath from my nose and raise my eyebrows , before grabbing a pillow and covering my body , feeling naked infront of him.
“oh please , the only reason i’m here is pure intrigue, just because i share a name with your little slut doesn’t mean i’ll let you-“
“who the fuck are you talking about” he cuts me off , pure confusion and disgust painted across his features .
“sophie ??? the girl you were meant to text ??” i ask before leaning back and looking around dramatically “ is she here ??? do i get to meet her , SOPHIEEEE , WHERE ARE YOUUUU-”
a hand cups my mouth and cuts me off , i turn around to see the boy attached to it leaning over me , inches away from my face . my heart quickens slightly before i feel my ears heat up , my breathing under his palm becoming more harsher .
“chris and nick are asleep right now , shut the fuck up” matt says in a slight whisper, his now wide eyes darting between mine rapidly , then falling to his hand over my mouth and removing it before speaking.”sorry ….. i don’t want them waking up , especially if you’re here”
i’m speechless for an embarrassingly long time , my hurried breaths fanning his hair at the closeness . he notices this and moves back , still sat near me . we sit in awkward tension for a while before he speaks up again.
“there isn’t another sophie”
what
“what?” my head whips towards him , eyebrows furrowed , his eyes meet mine , surprisingly soft features gleaming in the dim lighting from the floor lamp and kitchen light .
unbeknownst to her , the words meant more then she knew . she is the only sophie . the only girl that ever occupies his mind . his sophie . it doesn’t matter that she hates him . she hates him. there was no one else for him .
“u literally said “the fuck you texting me for” what else was i supposed to say . “oh i want to hang out ? we haven’t seen each other in a while !! yeah you hate me but i’m sure u wanna spend time with me alone” he mocks me , using air quotes and talking with his hands . i smile at him for a second before realizing i was and dropping it immediately.
“ ok …. why the fuck do u want to hang out with me ? you also hate me ? right?” i reply, genuinely, we have spent a year and a half being horrible to each other . i’m met with silence, his eyes fall to the couch cushions , eyebrows curled downward matching his perplexed expression. “matt i don’t understand you ? what do u mean you want-“
i’m cut off as he heaves forward and collides our lips , his hands grab my face holding it close to his. my eyes widen and i think a million things. none of the scenarios never prepared me for this . none of the conversations ended with this . and i cannot argue with him on this. i move with him and relax in his hold , my hands cover his on my face , before moving one to the back of his neck pulling him impossibly closer. the years of using our tongues as knifes , battling in heated arguments, cutting each other apart with the wielding of words prepared us for this . we lay down our swords and use our tongues in perfect harmony. our kiss like a puzzle peice finally fitting together . a dance perfectly paced .
i pull away first , the bewilderment finally hitting me . all this time ? he felt it .
“i didn’t mean , a single word i said . do you know how it felt, to be around you , knowing that i was completely ,and irrevocably in love with you.” he pants out each phrase, the breath he held to kiss me finally filling his lungs. “i was with her , and loved you , she knew soph , she knew i loved you before i did . i made you hate me because i couldn’t love you and be with her , i couldn’t be around you because all i wanted to do was kiss you . all i ever wanted was you . then when i could love you …. when i finally broke up with her …. you still hated me . i’m so sorry i’m sorry im-“
i cut him off now , reattaching our swollen lips , i desperately kiss him , needing him to know more then anything that i understand. “matt” i pull away and grab his face now , forcing him to look at me , forcing him to understand. “i have never hated you , not really. i hated when i couldn’t have u , i hated when i couldn’t hold u , i hated when i couldn’t love you .god i love you matt , allways have” i breathlessly ramble out , the months of pretending finally being lifted from my shoulders, relaxing as he pulls them towards him , wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
in his arms i feel myself drift off , hearing his rapid heartbeat slowly dying down , my head rising and falling on his chest as he takes in his breath . we’re both aware of the conversation to be had in the morning. and of the explanation to his brothers when they find two people that spend their time sending death threats each others way , wrapped together in each others limbs . but the comfort and warmth of the room and each others body’s is enough to will us both asleep .
still kinda hate him tho .
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what a little bitch bro being all cute and shit . (can this be us matty poo 🥺🥺🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️)
kinda hate this . felt like the angst wasn’t angsty enough. next time i’ll make someone cry but i wanted sophie to also be the problem and also be a bitch 😇
love ya !!!!
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haknom · 10 months
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TO ALL THE BOYS I LOVED BEFORE (OT7)
a written series of tropes with enha boys! | first fic release - hopefully by july?
note: first off thank you so much for 1.1k followers! i’ve been planning this since i reached 1k but it never was finalized. thank u sm to @hanniluvi for creating the banners I LOVE U SOPHH!! thank u a LOT to both soph and @flwoie for helping with the titles.
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HEESEUNG — BROKEN RINGS
TROPES royalty, arranged marriage, e2l.
PAIRING prince-enemy!heeseung x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS As enemies within your parents kingdom, you two always caused a ruckus. Your parents, king and queen of Hertz, and Heeseung’s parents, king and queen of Ylem, had come into an alliance without their children's knowledge—an arranged marriage to help their kingdoms rise in status. That wouldn’t be a bad idea, right? Wrong. With you two in the mix, there would be a lot to work on. Starting with your hatred for each other.
want to read? click here! (est. 15k words)
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JAY — SUMMER STRING SUMMER FLING!
TROPES summer love + band au
PAIRING guitarist!jay x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS During the summer holidays, you never had much to do. Unlike others who took it as an opportunity to travel the world, you’d normally be at home, but this year was different. Your friends had finally convinced you to go on a trip with them—a 3-month vacation in America. It sounded like fun, really, but what you didn’t expect was to meet a certain boy. One conversation with him was enough for you to claim that he was the love of your life—something you said when you weren’t sober.
want to read? click here! (est. 14k words)
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JAKE — DUMBER AND DUMBER
TROPES academic rivals to lovers with a twist.
PAIRING rival!jake x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS Academic rivalries are an overrated trope. It’s always about competing for the top spot in the term's overall student rankings, something both you and Jake didn’t care about. Although the title "academic rivals" was used by you both when referring to each other, it actually meant something entirely different in your vocabularies. You two were over here fighting for the second-last position rather than the top rank. To the two of you, it was extremely important, but not to others. It's a bit confusing, isn't it?
want to read? click here! (est. 14k words)
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SUNGHOON — LOVE COMES AT A PRICE
TROPES quiet boy x popular person and fake dating au
PAIRING fake-bf!sunghoon x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS Even four months after your breakup, your ex-boyfriend constantly convinced himself that you still felt a little something for him, which wasn’t true at all. So, you tried to put a stop to his pestering by lying and saying there was someone else in your life now. Spurring out another lie, you claimed that the boy was Park Sunghoon, someone you never knew but saw on the notice board every day. Now your only goal is to make everything seem convincing! But knowing how stubborn Sunghoon was for a quiet guy could've helped you a little earlier.
want to read? click here! (est. 12k words)
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SUNOO — CONFUSING ATTRACTION
TROPES grumpy x sunshine
PAIRING sunshine!sunoo x grumpy-fem!reader
SYNOPSIS Kim Sunoo is known to be a ball of sunshine at Decelis. A confusing aspect of his personality is his urge to be friends with practically everyone—including you. Someone that nobody spoke to because of your cold attitude. But Sunoo now makes it his goal to become your friend! Only thing is, what if his objective doesn’t just lead to friendship?
want to read? click here! (est. 9k words)
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JUNGWON — WAXED LETTERS
TROPES boy next door (enemies) and pen pals.
PAIRING neighbor-enemy!jungwon x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS A pen pal was something you always wanted as a child but could never. Now, at 19 years old, you were finally able to find someone who you could communicate with daily. It sounds like a great life, doesn’t it? Not really. The only con of moving into your own apartment was your aggravating neighbour, who was kind of cute but still got on your last nerve almost every day. It was a good thing that he saw you the same way but not for long.
want to read? click here! (est. 10k words)
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NIKI — BLOOMING DISASTER!
TROPES flower shop au and love at first sight
PAIRING stranger!niki x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS Running a flower shop was tough, especially since it became the new hot spot in town. One particular customer, Niki, took an interest in you. The small attraction leads into an atrocious disaster, as he unintentionally makes a mess in the new place. Now leaving a bad first impression, he's stuck with embarrassment to this day. To make matters worse, it doesn't help him get over the incident when he sees you almost everywhere.
want to read? click here! (est. 13k words)
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paleprincessturtle · 2 months
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dad!Harvey playing in the snow with his baby girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Im getting so soft for dad!harvey im sorry in advance bc im gonna tell you all of my ideas😋 - @lafantasiaworld
Thank you @lafantasiaworld for the request and please do keep 'em coming! I hope you enjoy this one!
Yes yes yes, I got carried away (again) writing this. But who could resist dad!Harvey?!?!?!
GOLDEN GLOW
"Sunny, still not feeling well?" Harvey caressed the cheek of his sleeping wife. Harvey decided to bring his family over to Aspen for a vacation after the new year. His wife opened her eyes, and Harvey sat down beside her on the bed. "I don't feel too good, but I feel a little better," his wife answered, tiresome lingered in her voice. "I'm sorry, I got sick on our vacation," she continued as Harvey shook his head. "Nothing is more important than for you to get better." Harvey leaned down and kissed the tip of his wife's nose. She giggled, and relief washed over him. At least she could giggle now. A familiar pitter-patter approached the room, about to disturb the silence Harvey and his wife were enjoying. "Daddy!!!" the high-pitched voice announced her arrival before anyone could see the source of the voice. Both Harvey and his wife laughed. Guilt heaved in her heart. They were supposed to go outside and play in the snow. "Daddy, you told me not to bother mommy; why are you bothering her?" the little girl said as she approached the large bed both her parents shared. She wiggled herself around and tried to get onto the bed. The little girl stood on the bed, holding Harvey's face in her tiny arms. "Daddy, answer," she demanded, all serious. His wife laughed at the antics her firstborn always threw. "Daddy was just checking up on me, my sweet girl." The little girl looked at his mom, then looked back at his father. "Do you really?" she questioned her father still. "Yes, my little dove." Harvey grinned as he answered. His daughter was very persistent, much like her father. "Come on!" Harvey hoisted his little girl as he stood up. "Let's let mommy rest so we can go out and play in the snow." His little girl squealed and wriggled out of Harvey's arms. "We really will?" Harvey's heart warmed at the sight of his daughter's eyes, gleaming with joy. "Go on and bundle up. Do you need help?" Harvey offered, as his daughter had already taken off running from the bedroom and heard a distant no.
"Daddy! Why are you taking so long?" Harvey laughed heartily as he heard the impatience of his daughter. Clarice Sophia Specter. A daughter who looked like an exact copy of her father. She acted exactly like her father, but with the eyes of her mother. She made a spectacle even before she was born. Arrived a week early when her mother was in the courtroom, defending a falsely accused man. The moment Harvey looked into the eyes of his newborn daughter, he swore that she would be the death of him. Harvey walked over to his daughter, who was tapping her tiny boots impatiently over the hardwood floor. "You are taking like forever and more, daddy," she pouted, reaching her hand up for Harvey to hold. Harvey took her tiny hand in his. "The shoelaces on my boots were tangled up, Soph." Harvey offered her an explanation as he looked down at his daughter. Sophia then proceeded to look at her father's boots and examine the boots for any further errors regarding the shoelaces. "Be careful, daddy. Don't get hurt," her little eyes wandered over Harvey's. Harvey kneeled over her daughter. "I won't. Don't worry about me, little dove. Thank you for checking up on me." Harvey kissed her daughter on her plump cheek, and she giggled. "You're welcome, but come on, daddy! Let's go play; come on, come on!"
"Sophia! Slow down!" Harvey called as she ran off and bolted out as soon as he opened the cabin's door. Harvey tried to catch up with his daughter. Harvey finally saw his daughter in the clearing of the forest near the cabin they rented. The snowflakes gently danced from the sky, creating a magical scene. Sophia twirled around, arms outstretched, trying to catch the delicate flakes on her tongue. Harvey's heart warmed at the sight of his daughter, so young and innocent. Upon realizing that her father was watching her, she called him, "Daddy, look!" Sophia twirled again, and she ran to Harvey, tongue out. She stood in front of Harvey, pointing at her tongue. Harvey laughed. "The snowflakes have already melted, sweetheart." Sophia pouted, "But didn't you see?" She asked, all excited. "Yes, Soph. I saw all the snowflakes you caught." She giggled upon hearing her father's answer.
Sophia, adorned in her colorful snowsuit, eagerly tugged on her father's hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Daddy daddy, let's make snow angels, and we take pictures and we show mommy!" Harvey couldn't resist his daughter's infectious enthusiasm. He chuckled warmly and agreed. "There, Soph, you go first while I take a video of you to send to mommy." Harvey pointed to a rather flat layer of snow. Sophia pouted as she looked up at Harvey. "Daddy, we do it together." Harvey was touched by her daughter's answer. "Come on then, I'll race you there!" Harvey ran off, earning a protest from the little Miss Specter. Harvey ran slower, letting her daughter win. "Me win, me win!" Sophia danced as Harvey pretended to be out of breath. "Wow, I should tell mommy that Sophia is now a big girl!" Harvey exclaimed as he tackled his daughter to the snow, making sure it wasn't a hard fall. Sophia giggled joyously as Harvey joined her in a fit of laughter. The two of them laid down on the snow as their laughter died down. "Daddy, why is mommy sick?" Harvey looked at his daughter as the pair of identical eyes of his wife stared back at him. "Remember we told you that you were going to be a big sister?" Sophia nodded. "Mommy got sick because carrying a baby is a hard job, Soph." Harvey could see his daughter's eyebrows knit together. "Mommy got sick because of the baby?" Harvey shook his head. "No, mommy was just tired because she has been a superhero for us. Carrying your baby brother, taking care of me and you, and she also has to work." Sophia nodded, satisfied by her father's answer. "I love you, my little dove," Harvey said as he kissed the top of his daughter's head. "No, daddy, I love you more than you love me." Harvey was about to argue when his daughter cut him off. "Now, watch, daddy. This is how you make snow angels." Sophia moved her hands and legs, showing her father how to make snow angels, as if her father were clueless on how to do so. Harvey smiled as he watched her daughter, heart full of love. 
As they strolled through the snow-covered streets, Harvey couldn't help but marvel at his daughter's unbridled happiness. Sophia, however, had a mischievous glint in her eye. She scooped up a handful of snow and playfully tossed it at her father, who pretended to be surprised.
"Daddy, let's build a snowman!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with creativity.
The duo set to work, packing and shaping the snow into a round base. With each pat and roll, Sophia and her father bonded over shared laughter and the simple joy of creating something together. Soon, their snowman stood proudly, adorned with a carrot nose, button eyes, and a colorful scarf Harvey had prepared.
As the day unfolded, Sophia and Harvey engaged in a spirited snowball fight. Laughter echoed through the air as they dodged and giggled, leaving behind a trail of footprints in the freshly fallen snow. Harvey couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment, cherishing the special moments spent with his daughter.
The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the snowy landscape. Sophia and her father, rosy-cheeked and filled with happiness, headed back to the cabin. They kicked off their snowy boots, shedding layers of winter gear.
After Harvey cooked both his wife and daughter dinner and sent his wife back to bed, he walked out of the bedroom with Sophia in tow. "Will mommy be okay?" Worry was etched in his daughter's voice. "Don't worry, mommy is getting better," Harvey reassured Sophia, and she nodded. Hand in hand, they headed back downstairs. Harvey's heart heaved. He never had this much time with his daughter, and now the day is about to end. The next time he knew, Sophia would be 17, going against every single thing Harvey said.
Wrapped in blankets, Sophia nestled against her father, their hearts warmed not only by the crackling fire but also by the precious memories created in the magical snowfluff of that winter day. "I love you so much, Soph," Harvey whispered against Sophia's soft hair. "I know, daddy. I love you much more too," Sophia replied, also whispering.
And so, in the quiet embrace of each other, the father-daughter duo drifted into a dreamland, where snowflakes continued to dance and their laughter echoed in the winter night, creating a timeless tale of love and joy.
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leafjoon · 3 months
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Between the Lines - pt. I
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tbhc!alex x reader this chapter is bascially a slow burn, fluffy vibe charged w some sexual tension between the reader who is in college n our beloved alix who becomes her editor. warnings: age gap, alex is 33, reader is in her 20's, cursing, alcohol.
In the heart of the university campus, a quaint café served as a haven for students. Seated at a cozy corner table Y/N and her best friend, Sophie, found comfort in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of hushed conversations.
The soft glow of pendant lights cast a warm ambiance over mismatched wooden furniture, creating a warm atmosphere. Amidst the rustling of students immersed in textbooks and the distant murmur of espresso machines, Y/N and Sophie navigated the labyrinth of academia.
"Ugh, I suck," you groaned, holding your English lit paper in your hands.
"You don't," said Sophia.
"I got a C, Soph."
"Didn’t you do this on three hours of sleep?" she looked at you.
"Yeah," you grumbled.
"You'll do better next time."
"Ugh. I know. It's just such a blow to my confidence," you said, sipping on your ginger tea.
"I know. But this grade doesn't determine your skills. You're great at writing," she said, swirling her spoon in her iced coffee.
"Well. That's debatable," you replied.
She glared at you.
"Fine, fine. I'll stop talking shit about myself," you rolled your eyes.
"Good." She said pleased with your answer. 
You scanned the coffee shop and saw students going about their normal routines. Some of them were hurrying to get to their lectures on time. Others were lazing around in their seats, talking to their friends. Chatter filled the room as you let out a stressed out sigh. You sulked, not knowing how you were gonna recover from this grade.
"Anyway, as I was telling you. I asked my dad about Mr. Turner. He said you can give him a call and ask him to check out your novel."
"Oh god,” you groaned. “I mean-thank you so much. I don't wanna seem ungrateful, I just-I don't know. It feels awkward showing someone my short novel. If you can even call it that,” you rambled.
"I get it. I get embarrassed when I show my tutor my paintings. And he always has something to say," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Soph, your paintings are incredible. And your guy is good."
"That's true," she said, a light blush coloring her cheeks.
You smiled at her. You loved your best friend. You met in high school and became close friends senior year. You used to spend hours at each other's places, watching shows and mulling over the characters. She was one of the few people who was there for you through thick and thin and you weren't afraid to show your vulnerable side to her, insecurities and all.
"I'll send you his phone number and you can contact him whenever."
"Okay. Will do." You said, scrunching your face.
"If you don't do it, I will.”
"Ugh, I'll do it, I promise."
"I'll hold you to it."
"I can't wait to go out on Friday. I need to get drunk and forget," you groaned.
"Same. We've been too stressed out lately. We need to let loose," Sophie added.
You and Sophie had a tradition. No matter the circumstances you always went out on the weekend. You often drank alcohol at your favorite bar or club and danced until your feet were numb and your hearts were pounding. Then you stumbled to one of your dorms and ate junk food or watched a shitty movie.
Sophie looked down at her phone, her clock reading 1:47 PM.
"Well, I have to run. I have Literary Criticism soon,” she remarked.
"With Mr. spits when he talks?" you replied.
"That's the one," she said, letting out an exaggerated sigh.
You chuckled. "Good luck."
"I’ll see you later," she leaned down, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
You, on the other hand, finished your lectures for the day. Your Mondays weren't as rough, consisting of only two lectures in the morning and god, were you thankful for that.
Your eyes darted to your phone screen, after you received a notification from Sophie.
Alexander Turner
+378 09 998 890
Anxiety gnawed at you. You took a deep breath and told yourself It’s fine. He gets paid for this kind of job. He’s probably seen worse writing.
You decided to be brave and text him as there's no way you were calling him.
Hello Mr. Turner. Peter Herring recommended you as an editor. I am currently working on a short novel and I am interested in hiring you. Would you be interested in that? Thank you in advance.
You typed it out, reading it again. You erased the words ‘short novel’ leaving it blank. 
"Ugh." You said out loud. You decided to retype it and send it without thinking too much, letting out a sigh of relief.
As you were scrolling on your phone, it suddenly started vibrating and a number appeared. It read Mr. Turner.
Oh god. Why the hell is he calling me? Doesn’t this guy know how to text?
You answered your phone hesitantly, bringing it to your ear.
"Hello?" you said.
"Hi." a low voice spoke.
"Um. Is this Mr. Turner?"
"Yeah. What's your name, love? You didn't introduce yourself," he said in a thick British accent.
"Oh-um, I'm (Y/N)."
"Alright, (Y/N). You're interested in hiring an editor, is that correct?"
"Yes." 
"Great. How's Wednesday evening work for you? 7pm, my office? We can discuss the details then."
"Um, Wednesday evening? Yeah I'm good with that," you said.
"Alright. I'll send you my address then. Don't forget your novel," he added.
"Yes. Thank you," you sputtered.
And with that he hung up the phone. You stood there bewildered at this phone call. You just agreed to go to this random man's office on a Wednesday. You had no idea he was british. Why didn't Soph tell you he was british?
Well I guess you have an editor now.
*
In the sanctuary of your dormitory, you and Sophie nestled on your sofa as you found comfort beneath your favorite blanket.
"I had no idea he was british! His accent was so thick Soph. Like, I had never heard it before."
Sophie was laughing at you. "I thought I mentioned it."
"Well you didn't. Nothing could have prepared me for that. He was so swift and straight to the point. Skipped all the usual bullshit."
"Yep, that's Turner for you," she replied.
"How did your dad meet him again?" you inquired.
"Oh, he was his student in college. Mr. Turner lived in London for a few years and then moved here after my dad recommended him for this sort of writing position," she shrugged.
"Huh. That's interesting," you said. "Hey, what does this guy look like?" you asked, your curiosity peaking.
"Hmm. Let me show you his Facebook," she said. 
"His Facebook?" you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.
"What? He doesn't have Instagram. He's in his 30s." she added.
"Right," you nodded. You got up and sat next to her, both of you staring at her phone. She found his Facebook page and clicked on his photos.
"He's kinda cute," you said, breaking the silence. Sophie chuckled at your reaction. "He’s good looking," she shrugged.
He had big brown eyes and medium length hair that went past his ears, down to the nape of his neck. His beard seemed neat and trimmed.
"Don't get any ideas now," she looked at you, teasing. "I'm not. I want to see how he looks like so I'm not completely blind sided when I get there."
"Anyway," you continued. "Do you wanna sleep over tonight? My roomie's not here."
"Oh my gosh, yes. I'll go grab my stuff," she exclaimed. "Okay," you said in a singsong and slumped down on your sofa, stretching out your legs.
You couldn't help but feel jittery for Wednesday. You let your thoughts wander for a little, wondering what he was like.
*
The week was passing quickly, and it was finally Wednesday. You were preparing to leave and go to Mr. Turner's place. To say you were a little nervous would be an understatement. Your palms were sweaty, and you weren't sure what you were wearing was appropriate.
You questioned if you looked like you were trying too hard as you opted for baggy brown suit pants and a red shirt with long sleeves.
Ugh. I'm sure he doesn't give a rat's ass about what I'm wearing.
As you put on your big leather jacket and wrapped a black scarf around your neck, the words he spoke echoed in your mind. "Don't forget your novel." As you went back to your room, you made sure to grab your novel and quickly stuffed it into your tote bag as well as your dorm keys. You couldn't help but wonder if any of his clients had ever forgotten theirs.
You decided to take the bus to his office and followed the instructions he texted you.
102 Ave Street. Nr. 32. If you have difficulties finding it, call me.
As you strolled around the neighborhood, you spotted a house with the number 32. You walked past his charming little garden and couldn't help but admire how nicely maintained it was. 
Now, standing in front of his door, a mix of excitement and nerves crept over you. Unsure of whether to give a knock or press the doorbell, anticipation filled the air. You decided to knock.
As you took a moment to take in your surroundings, the sound of the door being opened reached your ears. Stepping into the view was a figure of a pale man.
"Uh, hello," you said, extending your hand for him to shake. "Good evening," he said, a slight awkward smile on his face. He glanced down at your hand for a few seconds before finally reaching out to shake it.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Turner," you said, maintaining the handshake. "Likewise. Please, come inside and feel at home," he invited you.
"Thank you," you quietly replied as you stepped into his house, though a slight feeling of uncertainty lingered. It almost felt like intruding. "This way to my office," he directed, gesturing towards the left.
"Would you like a drink? Coffee or tea?" he asked. "Uh, tea would be fine. Thanks."
As you walked into his office, you settled into one of the inviting chairs positioned near his desk. Your gaze wandered to the oak wood bookcase that adorned the room, its shelves overflowing with a collection of books. Your eyes were drawn to the carefully placed plants that created a warm and inviting atmosphere. You wondered if anyone else lived in this house, although it seemed empty by the looks of it.
"Here you go," he interrupted your thoughts, setting down a mug with hot tea. "I brought you ginger. I don't know if you like it or not," he said with a serious tone. "Oh, that's my favorite actually," you said, smiling awkwardly.
"Great. Careful, it's hot," he looked at you and gave you a half smile. You blushed a little and brought the mug to your mouth, taking a sip. "So, did you bring your novel?" he said, staring at you.
You tried to speak and swallow at the same time and ended up choking on your drink. You coughed for a few minutes as Alex stared at you, his face laced with concern.
"Erm.." he shifted so he could tap your back. "Try to look up. It should help," he said.
You followed his instructions and looked up at the ceiling, coughing. Your throat seemed to calm down.
"S-sorry," you barely managed to say. "No worries. You alright?" 
"Yes," you exhaled and took out the novel, handing it to him, trying to move past the awkward situation. "Thank you," he muttered.
He took your novel and opened it, setting it down on the desk. Your legs were only a few centimeters away from each other. You shifted slightly, not wanting to invade his personal space.
You realized he hadn't asked you to send him your novel and wondered if you had made a mistake. Perhaps you should have asked him about it.
"Um... should I have sent a digital copy of it to you?" you questioned. "No, it's quite alright. I prefer reading it in front of my clients," he said, his gaze not leaving the book.
You felt awkward, to say the least. It wasn’t pleasant having someone read your work right in front of you. Especially when you thought editors usually familiarize themselves with your work beforehand.
You fumbled with your fingers, unsure what to do with yourself. Bringing the hot mug to your lips, you took a few sips. Your eyes wandered around the room and settled on Alex. He looked like he was studying your work, wearing a serious expression on his face, his eyebrows furrowed.
He looked handsome. When a few strands of hair fell on his face, he tucked them behind his ear. You felt your cheeks heat up and looked away before he could catch you staring. 
As you anxiously awaited his response, doubts clouded your mind about whether any of the sentences you wrote were coherent. You nervously retrieved your phone from your bag, feeling the clamminess on your palms. However, before you could reach out to a friend, he abruptly spoke up.
“S’good,” he looked up at you nodding. “Really? But you didn’t read that much.." you weren't sure what to say.
“I don’t need to. I can see that it’s straightforward and has a clear direction. It’s a bit wordy though and needs some work.” He added.
“Oh, okay,” you nodded. He noticed you slumped a little and found it endearing. He had to remind himself of your age and sensitivity.
“But don’t fret. It’s nothing we can’t fix,” he said, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Right,” you smiled politely. You looked at him for a split-second and then glanced down at your hands.
“Well. I need to read the rest of your novel now. I only wanted to give you a clear picture of what we were gonna do in the upcoming weeks and how this works,” you nodded.
“For now we can meet once every two weeks and then see how your work progresses. Does Wednesday work for you, around this time?” “Uh-yes. I can do that.”
“Perfect. I want to recommend two books for you to read that could help you with your writing. Could you grab “On Writing”, by Stephen King from the bookshelf there?” he pointed to a book with a brown hardcover.
You stood up and spotted the book he was talking about. “This one?” you asked. “Yes. And also the “Bird by Bird” on your left.” You looked around but didn’t see the book he was talking about.
He stood up, approaching you, his chest pressing lightly against your back. His hand reached out just above your head, and a tantalizing scent reached your nose. The subtle blend of cigarette smoke and lavender emerged from his clothing.
“That’s your right,” he said behind you, amused. “Oh, right,” you chuckled awkwardly.
He got back to his desk and handed you the book, your fingers grazing his.
“You don’t need to read these in over a week. This isn’t school,” he chuckled. “But they should help you improve and explore different methods of writing.” 
“Thank you, Mr. Turner,” you mumbled. “Oh, feel free to call me Alex,” he said. “Okay. Alex,” you replied.
You felt strange saying his name in such a casual manner. It felt like you were talking to a friend your age, not a 30 something year old accomplished editor and god knows what else.
“Oh uh, how do I pay for this?” “My secretary will contact you for that. The first session was meant for us to get acquainted and make sure that we are a good fit."
“Great,” you said.  “Alright.” He looked at you. “Right. Then I’ll be going. Thank you, again. It was nice meeting you,” you mumbled. 
“It was nice meeting you too,” he smiled and guided you to the door. You waved goodbye, and exited his house, the cold autumn air surrounding you. Well, now you really have an editor.
*
Alex didn't expect, well, you. He knew you were younger but god, were you a pretty little thing. His usual clients were a lot older and well, half of them were men.
He tried not to get carried away as his mind swirled with different thoughts about you. He didn't want to be creepy and he never wanted to give you that impression. So he tried his best to be professional.
But you were making it so hard. With your pouty lips and your fumbling hands every time you waited for a response from him. You wore these perfectly fitting tops that hugged your body. Occasionally when you moved around, the fabric would subtly reveal a glimpse of your midriff, making it impossible not to gawk at you. He thought you were simply adorable.
"So, how are your classes going? Anyone giving you trouble?" He asked, genuinely interested. "They're going well," you trailed off, sighing. 
"It's one of my professors. I don't think he likes me," you murmured. "Who?" he asked. 
"Professor Miller," you slumped a little. "Oh. Well I don't think he likes anyone if that makes you feel any better," you laughed. "No but seriously, what’s the problem?" he asked.
"I have the lowest grade in his class," you said, rolling your eyes, a little embarrassed to admit. "Grades aren't everything (Y/N). I've had my fair share of shitty grades too."
"What if I just suck though?" you asked, finding it unbelievable how comfortable you felt talking to him after knowing him only for a few weeks. "Nah. I would have dropped you by now," he teased you.
You gasped. “I’m only joking. You have a lot of potential,” he said, softly gazing into your eyes.
You smiled, feeling at ease.
"If you want I can help you with your assignments. Give you tips and such. Free of charge," he joked.
Both of you couldn't help but notice that your knees were touching but you felt comfortable staying close.
"Are you sure?" you asked. "Yeah. What else am I gonna do with my time?" he said. "Thanks," you said, feeling like this is beginning to border on inappropriate. But you didn't care.
"How about tomorrow, after your classes, you come by and we can see what we can do."
You nodded. "Okay. Sounds great." 
*
You had entranced him. He knew it was inappropriate. He was your editor, after all. And much older than you. But he couldn't help it. He couldn't stand the idea of any of these college guys having you. You were too good. Too sweet.
He wanted to be the one who owned you. He often imagined what it would be like to graze your delicate skin with his fingers. Make you shiver under his touch. Or how you mouth would feel around his coc-
"I hate writing!" you exclaimed, getting up from his couch and pacing around. You guys had moved from his office to his living room. He wanted you to feel comfortable.
He listened to you intently as you explained what you meant to convey in your latest pages. He could have easily done this over an email, but no, he had to see you. Your low voice, sweet like honey, reached his ears.
You sighed. "I don't know. I feel like I'm losing sight of my story. I have no idea what to do next." You said, biting your lip.
"Maybe you should leave it be," Alex replied.
"Huh?" you questioned.
"Well you've been working really hard at it lately. When was the last time you did something else you were passionate about?"
"I-," you paused, "I don't know," you mumbled, sitting down next to him again.
"See? You need to forget about it for a while. Create some distance."
You mulled over his words. "Is that what you do?"
"Course. Every artist does."
You looked at him like the world hung on his lips.
"Yeah. I can try that," you said, a worried expression on your face.
"No," he laughed. "Don't take this as another assignment. I mean really forget about it. Do something that doesn't make you think about writing."
You thought about it for a while and asked "Like what?"
He hesitated. "Well." Fuck it, he thought. "I have two tickets to the theater tonight," he raised his eyebrows slightly. "One of my friends canceled on me and you can join me if you want.”
His gaze met yours as you registered what he asked you. He looked at you, biting his lip, worrying if he had been too forward.
"What's the play about?" you asked, caving in. He tried to contain his smile and continued "It's ballet. The last swan lake."
"Oh, I've always wanted to see that," you said. "Great. We can meet in front of the theater at 7:30. That alright?" he asked. 
"Yeah. Sounds good," you replied, trying to contain your enthusiasm. "I'll see you later then."
*
As you were getting ready in your small bathroom, you couldn't help but feel nervous about tonight, butterflies swirling in your stomach. We can meet for a drink beforehand, if you want. My treat. He told you a few hours ago, wearing a shy smile.
You had reluctantly agreed. You wanted to spend time with him so badly but you felt like you were doing something wrong. You hadn’t even told Sophie yet.
You got dressed, slipping on your silky tights past your legs. You decided to wear a delicate black dress with long sleeves that exposed your plush thighs. Pairing it with your leather jacket and your red scarf, you slung your small handbag over your shoulder, getting ready to leave.
You decided to take your earphones with you and listen to music to calm your nerves.
When you arrived at the charming bar he had picked, you flung the door open and entered. lThe cozy ambience enveloped you as you stepped inside, a welcoming contrast to the crisp evening air outside.
Alex, already seated at a secluded corner table, looked up from his menu, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he caught sight of you entering.
As you made your way towards him, the gentle flicker of candlelight played on the edges of his features. "You made it," he said, rising from his seat and pulling your chair out for you.
“Thanks,” you mumbled, your cheeks rosy from the cold. You sat down, not knowing what to do with your hands or where to look. This felt strangely intimate.
“What do you want to drink?” he asked you.
“Uh. What are you getting?” you replied.
“Probably a beer.” He said.
“I guess I’ll get a glass of white wine then,” you replied, feeling somewhat awkward. You didn’t expect in a million years to have drinks with your editor.
“You sure? You can get anything you want. Like I said, it’s my treat.” He smiled.
“Thank you. Yeah I’m good,” you replied bashfully.
After the waiter brought your drinks you started delving into conversation.
"So, um, tell me more about yourself," Alex prompted, his gaze lingering on you.
You giggled, sipping your drink. "Well, there's not much to tell. Just a struggling student trying to make it out alive."
He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "From what I've seen, there's more than meets the eye."
You met his gaze, and the air shifted, charged with an unspoken tension. "You know, I never expected my editor to be someone who could make me forget about writer's block."
He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe I'm just that good at my job."
The conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving between discussions of literature, shared interests, and personal anecdotes. As the night progressed, the topics ventured into more intimate territories, the subtle dance of words revealing layers beneath the surface.
"You have this way of making the mundane sound interesting," you remarked, now both on your second drink. You could feel your face heat up from the alcohol.
Alex leaned in, his gaze intense yet inviting. "Maybe it's the company that makes it interesting."
The words lingered in the air, a palpable tension settling between you. Unspoken desires sparked beneath the surface.
"Well, I find the company interesting too," you replied.
A hint of a smirk crossed Alex's face as he took a sip of his drink. "Careful now," he said. "Interesting company can be quite... distracting."
A subtle blush crept onto your cheeks. "Distracting can be a good thing." you replied.
"What are you distracting yourself from?" he asked, his gaze lingering on yours.
“I’m not sure. Everyone has problems, I guess,” you looked down at your hands.
“Anything you want to share?” he asked. 
“Wouldn’t want to bore you,” you chuckled. 
“You could never,” he replied, his tender eyes meeting yours. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you cleared your throat and looked at the time. “Oh, I think we should get going,” you said.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Alex said and he gestured to the waiter for the bill. You thanked him for the drinks and promised you would return the favor next time you saw him. He agreed but knew he wouldn’t let you pay for anything, especially since you were just a student.
You had an amazing time seeing "Black Swan" at the theater. The ballet was captivating, and the music was incredible. You also noticed Alex glancing at you a few times throughout the show. 
After the show, Alex walked you to your cab. Under the streetlights, there was a quiet moment filled with something more than words. You exchanged a look that said it all, a shared understanding between you. As you got into the cab, Alex stood on the sidewalk with a thoughtful smile and waved goodbye.
When you arrived at your dorm, your phone vibrated. 
Did you get home safely? - Mr Turner. 
Your heart fluttered.
Yes.
Great. Good night. 
Night.
After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you huddled into your bed and drifted off to sleep, embracing your pillow. The night ushered you into a world of dreams.
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chaoticbindery · 7 months
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Here's Looking at You Kid
By Messermoon(@sophsicle )
"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world..."
George wanders into a bar. Nothing is ever the same.
Thanks to Soph for accepting a copy of this story. Apologies for the delay and ups being trash 💀
Thanks to @upthehillart for approving my use of their art for this fic.
Special thanks to the @renegadepublishing server for all your support, advice, and encouragement during the making of these books.
To ups, I hope you never feel the gentle touch of a woman, that your child never hugs you again, and that every time you enter a room, you forget the reason you are there.
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Below, I will discuss the process, which will include a lot of spoilers. (But also more pics 😈)
When I heard this story was set in the same universe as choices, I lost my shit a little and read it. Slowly, however, this story began to mean a lot more to me than I could put into words. George's grief over the lost of his soul mate, the struggle to find himself, and Blaise's love, passion, kindness, and confidence in himself resonated to me in such a way that I knew I needed to hold it in my greedy little hands.
I started to think about what I wanted to do and how I wanted to bind this story. I struggle a lot from picking the font for the body text to picking the chapter titles. I finally, after fucking around with canva for more time than I'm willing to admit , I was able to come up with these:
(If you would like the files for anything I used, please dm me, and I will send them to you! I will eventually set up a google drive)
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In the story, there is this moment where Blaise casts a spell that creates a constellation, of which George got the inspiration to make a mood ring that created a little sky, and depending on your mood the sky changes to reflect how you feel. He gives it to Blaise, and they have a picnic under the sky, indoors, later at Blaise's party they have such a cute moment at night and so I wanted to implant the sky in some way.
I also wanted to use constellations in this bind. I didn't know how or where. I just knew I needed them in my life. So while i mop over my inability to impelent them, I took a break. So one day, I was reading a book with these very cute corners, and then it hit me. (No, I didn't finish the book i was reading. I was busy stalking the internet, trying to find the perfect image)
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After that, picking the page breaks was easy. I wanted something simple since I didn't want the typeset to look so busy that it took away from the most important element of the bind, aka the story. I added a few little things for me in Draco and Harry's 2 chapters because I'm weak, and that's for soph to find all on her own 👀
I will put this here, tho.
Lastly, because Tumblr won't let me post more pictures, here are the endpapers I used for 2 of the 3 books.
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As some of you may have notice, there are blues, pinks, and whites in this bind. It's a subtle yet very loud depiction of the Trans flag. It was very important to me to show that this story is of a Trans man that, as soph, puts it, saved himself.
I added all the chapter notes, trigger warnings, and more information about this bind on the typeset itself. Ultimately, to me, this is a form of archiving stories I think matter, and if for whatever reason, technology dies on us, this story will still live on.
The info that's only important to the binders 💀:
Materials list:
Bookcloth: Colibri in color Cornflower, this cloth has a silk like finish.
Htv: I used siser's htv easy weed vinyl with a bit of a pinkish undertone to it.
Endpapers: they are from paper tree nook in the uk
Endband: 2 mm 100% leather with blue viscous thread
Textblock: I used standard 20lbs cream color paper. I used toner to print. To sew the textblock, I use blue linen thread and remie bands gifted to me by my friend duranbinding. I painted the edges using golden acrylic paint, and the charm and ribbon are both from Michael's
Typeset:
(I will edit in this bit later since I made so many changes its hard to recall them all)
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poisonivy206 · 1 year
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a boy who touches like the sun
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The first thought he has when Regulus pushes forward, pressing their mouthes together, half crawling into James’s lap, is that he’s so warm. His mouth. His hands. For a boy who walks around like he’s made of stone Regulus touches like the sun.
After that his brain sort of—short circuits.
He can’t think.
He can’t move.
He knows he should have seen this coming. But he didn’t. He didn’t. And for some reason that keeps him frozen. Everything overpowered by it.
I didn’t know.
I didn’t know this was what we were doing.
I didn’t know this was who I was.
Anyone who knows me also knows by now that Choices by @little-shit-soph is one of my most favorite stories ever. I’m never not thinking about it. I’m never not carrying parts of it tucked somewhere safe. I’m positive that I’ll read many things that will impress me over the course of my life, but that very few will make me feel the way I feel about this. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you find something that reaches inside your chest and touches you in ways you haven’t really felt before. Choices was it for me.
So, imagine my excitement, my pure delight (my tears, lol), when the lovely @chaoswalkingsblog​ commissioned @moonyandtoasts​ to create this based on Chapter 4. Beck and I have talked endlessly about this scene, and still, we find more to love. I wanna like, say words that do it justice, and I can’t. Chapter 4 and everything about James and Regulus’s first kiss means so much to me - the joy, the beauty, the realisation. EVERYTHING. 
Thank you so much to both of you, and thank you to Soph for putting this out into the world. I’m just filled to the brim with gratefulness.
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sophsicle · 2 months
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Hi Soph!
I am absolutely loving OHB (ofc) and looking forward to seeing what happens to all my favourite angsty lil guys in this hardcore, high-stakes world you’ve created!
Given you said you’re hoping to work on some original fiction after you’ve finished Chosen - and given that the world you’ve created for OHB is so rich and detailed, and not in any way inextricable from HP canon - I was just curious whether you’d given any thought to recycling it as an original story? I think it would be incredible as a piece of original fantasy - though of course it’s amazing as it is, and I completely understand if you’d rather keep it intact as a gorgeously crafted and detailed fic about Jegulus/Wolfstar/Rosekiller/Dorlene etc, and go in a completely different direction with your original fiction in future.
Either way, you’re smashing it 👏👏♥️♥️♥️
Thank youuu! I mean, OHB is very much the kind of genre / setting i would like to write original fiction in, that kind of historical fantasy world, but OHB itself i think is a little too weak to actually be turned into its own thing, like a lot of it is banking on readers caring about the characters and relationship more than the plot or the world itself so I think i could take elements of it for sure but the story itself would have to be pretty reworked
I'm so glad you like it thoughhhhh!!!!!! <3 <3
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always-andromeda · 2 years
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NSFW Alphabet | Timothy Klitz
Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader
Author's Note | you all can thank soph for the two posts in one day. also, the way I go off on these? I'm so sorry. sometimes I will picture a scenario and like...I have to write it all down??? also I watched a YouTube video with all of Klitz's scenes and I went buck wild. Idk how I forgot how adorable and sweet he is that movie. especially when they go to Vegas and him and Eli are talking to that girl and pretending to be producers. just him saying "hi!" was giving me butterflies? god what a nerd (it's me, I'm the nerd).
Warnings | little bit of Eli slander (dw, I love him), smut under the cut! minors, please don't interact!!
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Tim is oblivious about aftercare. He'll finish cumming and be like, That was awesome and then kick back all casually and you're like Baby. Honey. Sweetheart…that’s it? and he's very confused about what he's supposed to do. So you have to teach him how to hold you afterwards, how to clean up. And he’ll do it, of course, but he straight up doesn’t think about it at first. He discovers that he really likes to cuddle you, though, and that’s as satisfying as the sex itself.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Totally a boob man. Y’all saw how he literally moaned touching a boob in the movie!! He likes laying his head on your chest as you pet his hair. You smack him one day when he says Mmm, Klitzes tittses as he buries his head between them. God, you're such a fucking weirdo you say with scorn. But he feels your chest shudder underneath him with quiet laughter and he knows it's okay. So if you're having a bad day, sometimes he'll repeat it just to make you laugh (it’s also how he signals that he wants to cuddle you).
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He will cum anywhere you let him. He's a little bit of a freak that way. Like the first time he pulls out and cums on your stomach, he says, Woah. Sweet. and is so thrilled about it that it almost makes him hard again. Again, I just imagine it being kind of fun to him. 
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Okay, maybe this is just me projecting here but I think he'd get hard talking to you on the phone a few times. He figures it out one day when you call him while you're on vacation. And when you start saying, I miss you so much, babe. He feels something stirring down below. Oh, he really didn’t think he’d be into that.
But he doesn't want you to know; doesn't want you to think he's even more of a dork than you already do. So he just keeps asking you questions about your day and slowly takes himself out and starts pumping to the sound of your voice. He tries not to talk from there. He just lets you ramble on about all you did.
You get the hint that he's doing something else when he lets out a breathy and shaky, Mhmm, yeah? midway through your sentence. But you're not sure if he'd actually have the guts to do that over the phone. So you lightly test the waters and say, I just wish you were with me right now, Klitzy. It's so cold over here.
And he is SILENT. He almost drops the phone because he's so taken aback by how good you sounded saying that. He doesn't have a free hand left to cover his mouth so he's biting his bottom lip and just fighting through it, hand on his cock moving a little faster.
That's how you know he is 100% jerking off over the phone and the power that makes you feel...it's immense. You keep teasing him over the next few minutes until he cums, a weak groan beginning to fall from his lips. You can hear the first few notes of it before he covers the speaker with his hand.
Klitz is ashamed to say it, but this will keep happening every once in a while. And he thinks he does a good job of hiding it. But little does he know, you play it up just to help him out. Neither of you ever mentions this strange little space you've created with each other.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Klitz has NO clue what he’s doing. He knows the basics. Like he knows the different parts of your anatomy, knows that he can finger you, can eat you out, can have sex, all of those things. But he can’t really figure out how it all works? Like he’s just gotta wiggle his dick around down there and you’re good to go? He is shocked to find out that it’s a liiiiittle more complicated than that. But he’s excited to learn. He just thinks it’s really fun that there are multiple ways that he can make you cum besides just wiggling his dick around.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
This guy...he loves when you ride him. Like he’s totally cool with doing missionary too. But with your tits bouncing in front of him and the way you sharply pant as you go? He gets to dig his fingers into your hips. And sometimes you'll throw your arms around his neck and hang your head on his shoulder. He wouldn’t trade that show for the whole world.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
An absolute goofball. Especially the first time. Because he is just so excited that he gets to do this with you! You agreed to have sex with him! So he's all awkward smiles and trying to keep things light, mostly just to calm himself down a bit. He's unintentionally very funny. Like sometimes he will just fixate on a part of your body midway through sex (most of the time it's either your boobs or your collarbone) and be so dumbfounded that it will make you laugh a little. Snapping out of it he'll go What? and look at you dazed, glasses slipping down his nose and mouth slightly parted. You just shake your head and kiss him until he's reminded of what he was supposed to be doing.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He didn’t even know that was a thing he was allowed to do until Eli shows him a porno where the guy is COMPLETELY bald down there. He says, Dude, what’s up with that? Eli is entranced, absentmindedly says, What’s up with what? Though Klitzy is super uncomfortable, he says slowly, That guy…he’s like…smooth. And Eli legitimately laughs at him, You’ve never tried to shave your balls? He explains (in way too much detail) how one time he tried it but didn't like how cold he felt afterwards. He also used a dull blade so he was super red for weeks afterwards. And that turns Klitz off of the idea entirely until Eli says But, hey, chicks dig it.
So there Timothy Klitz is standing in his bathroom, shaving gel in one hand and a razor in the other. And he almost just goes for it until you walk in and stare at him with wide eyes, darting back and forth between his dick and that razor. What are you doing? Klitz tries to sound casual, Oh, uuuummm...ya know...just...shaving. Your mouth starts to hang open, Why??? Freeze frame on his face, trying to think up an answer that doesn't sound stupid. Yeah, you've seen his dick many times at this point and are comfortable enough with him that you just strolled into the bathroom knowing he was in there, but somehow he feels so embarrassingly naked. Like dreaming of showing up naked in class, kind of naked. 
He decides to say Because chicks dig it? and you pinch the bridge of your nose Did Eli tell you that? Klitz nods. Eli is a dumb virgin who hasn't had a single woman touch him, let alone tell him what they find attractive. And I happen to think that you're perfectly gorgeous just the way you are.
Klitz puts down the razor at that point and never picks it back up. So yeah the carpet matches the drapes! He’s got a fairly messy bush of thin, gingerish hairs down there.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
As much of a goof as he is, Klitz is so so so sweet during sex. Sometimes he'll get a little insecure because he's well aware he's not the most conventionally attractive guy. And he's totally confused sometimes why you're still with him because you could do so much better. So he tries very hard to show you that staying with him is worth it with little compliments and kisses. Over and over he'll say you're so pretty and you're so good to me.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He jacks off probably once a day or so. But he gets very embarrassed about it. He’s the kind of guy who will watch porn and as soon as he cums, he looks back up at the computer screen all shocked like, Oh god, who turned THIS on??? He’ll quickly close the internet browser, delete all of his internet history AND all his cookies.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Heavily believe Klitz is into role-play. Very much enjoys the professor/student dynamic but plot twist: you're the professor. If your hair is longer, he loves when you pull it up into a bun and push a pencil into it. He’ll ask to borrow a pencil and you’ll take it out and he goes crazy watching your hair fall over your chest. He loves when you wear a button up that's undone just enough that he can see the cups of your bra peeking out the top. Loves when you assign him "extra credit" because he's such a pleasure in class. 
Ograsm! Control! If you edge him, especially while roleplaying?? He has no choice but to go with it. He IS a bit of a teacher's pet, of course. 
Praise kink all the way. Be nice to him. He's insecure enough on his own so if you offer him any bit of praise, he's over the moon. Even a little that feels good or a yeah, right there will have him smiling and almost stumbling over himself. He just wants to feel like he's good enough for you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Klitzy talks a biiiig game about being super nasty and freaky. But when you finally take him up on it, he SHRIVELS like a raisin. Fuck the man in his car and he is over the moon but also kind of anxious the whole time, afraid that someone is going to see. For the most part, he likes keeping it safe and sticking in his room. Besides, it gives him more time with you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Whenever you touch him reaaaal slow, he is just ready. Like sometimes you walk your fingers up his arm and it sends shivers up his spine. Put you hand on his knee, I dare you, because that will get his face all red. But if you slide your hand up his thigh, he'll recline back and be totally fine if you just take him from there.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Nothing with pain. I don't even think he'd enjoy choking or anything a little bit more tame. He's in this for a good, fun time and as much as he says he likes to get freaky, he's not THAT freaky.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Klitz loves giving. It's probably one of his favorite parts of having sex with you actually, especially because he got good at it VERY quickly. If he's got a few spare hours between college classes, you KNOW where he's gonna want to be. There have been a few times where he will make you lay back on his bed and just be at it for so so so long. Again, he thinks it's so fun that he can even do this to you. He takes immense pleasure in making you cum over and over again. Even when you're clenching your thighs together because you're so sensitive, he'll make you cum just one more time after that for good measure.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He really can go either way. It just depends on how much time you have and how sentimental he’s feeling and what you want. Like if he’s got some time between classes, he most definitely will be throwing his bag down and can roughly fuck you on his couch. But if you ask him to go a bit more gentle, he won't mind. He enjoys a bit of slow burn intimacy; likes giving you little kisses as you moan under him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Klitz is okay with the occasional quickie but he really prefers the full experience. He genuinely likes you and therefore, he likes taking his time. Sure, having sex between classes is fun, but it’s not nearly as meaningful of an encounter than when you’re spending a whole night with him.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Tim gets a bit nervous doing new things (mostly because he doesn't want to look dumb in front of you) but he's willing to try anything that you're willing to. As long as you ask him nicely, he can build up just enough confidence to appear somewhat together (even if he's melting inside).
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can go for three to four rounds but sorry, he doesn't last long. It takes him a while to be able to build up the resistance and last long enough to make you cum too. And he gets kind of nervous about it; gets worried that you'll see him as inadequate. He is packing heat. So why can't he make you get off? He is persistent though! He will try until he is so tired that he physically can't cum anymore. He really is kind of a people pleaser at heart.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Klitz gets intimidated by toys so he tends not to like them. If he goes into a sex shop with you, he’s not going to be shy exactly, but he’ll get almost defensive. Like you pull a dildo from off the shelf and look at it and he’ll say under his breath, C’mon, even I’m bigger than that. And you’ll roll your eyes because of course he’d say that.
Eli got him a fleshlight before he started seeing you because You gotta at least practice getting pussy, man. And even though Klitz uses it sometimes, since Eli has touched it, he can’t think about it too much or it makes him want to gag a bit.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He won't tease you all too often but it is so much fun to teach him. Though he's really a switch at heart, if you tease him enough, the whiney sub in him will come out in full force. Run your nails down his abdomen and he will be WHIMPERING. If you're edging him, he is so eager to please that he will just take the torture because your hand is so much softer and delicate than his.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
So loud (again, he literally moaned OUT LOUD touching some titty). Like, sometimes you have to cover his mouth if you guys need to be quiet. But most of the time, it’s really sweet that he’s so expressive. He face screws up and you can tell that he’s enjoying himself because he’s groaning in between muttering Fuck, fuck, you’re so good. You’ll know he’s getting closer though when he starts panting and his curses get higher pitched.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He really likes cuddling you. Before and after sex. He's always been a little bit more sensitive than his friends but this is the one parts of your relationship that he won't ever mention to the guys. Because it feels so special to him that the sexual aspect aside, you enjoy being affectionate to him.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
We already know. Everyone knows. Timothy Klitz is HUGE. He is packing eight inches hard. And like...it's pretty thick. And you KNOW he is so proud about it. He doesn't brag about it all the time, but it's just enough that it makes you a little exasperated.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Being a young guy, it's fairly high. Like he can go multiple times if he really wants to at almost any time of the day. There won't be too much time in between sexual encounters either.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Klitz is such a sleepy guy afterwards. He'll want to bury his head in your neck and give you drowsy little kisses. Or he wants your head on his chest. Either way, he likes being connected to you in some way at the end of sex. You make him feel very comfortable with himself. And being an awkward dude, he appreciates it so much. So he tries his best to show it at the end of the night when you're both falling asleep.
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simonghostrileys · 1 year
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hi! thank you so much, i really appreciate your words 😌❤ and yeah the set did take me some time to make like around two days asdfghjkl but i love how it turned out especially the green gif, and sorry for deleting the ask! i answered it but got anxiety of it not being the answer you expected so i decided to make a tutorial instead on how i did that set (blending and color manipulation), but first i’ll leave some links to some great blending and coloring tutorials down below :)
- blending tutorials
becca’s, soph’s (which taught me how to blend) and alie’s
- coloring tutorials
becca’s, hella’s and sam’s
(personally i use becca’s tutorials bc we work in a similar way and they’re super amazing and were a huge inspiration and help me out on how to make this tutorial)
okay so lil blending and color manipulation tutorial under the cut
i’ll be using the first gif of the set you mentioned because it’s the one that needed the most color adjustments to get the red, other gifs didn’t need that much work and were fairly easy to get the color i wanted, so i’ll be going from this
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so starting, i work on each gif separately (crop, resize and color). the base gif will be the one where young aemond is looking to the front, tho honestly it doesn’t matter which gif you use as your base. once we’re satisfied with both of their colorings we go to the second gif which is the one of young aemond looking to the side, select both gif and coloring and click on the little folder on the bottom right corner highlighted with the red circle or just press ctrl+g on pc (cmd+g on mac i think)
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we name it as ‘gif 2′ to know which gif is it and to not get confused. then we add a vector mask by clicking the little figure highlighted again with a red circle. do these steps for all the gifs you’re planning to blend, as it will group them all separately without their individual colorings overlapping each other
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then we duplicate it and send it to the base gif and set the second gif to ‘screen’, though sometimes setting it to ‘lighten’ works too, it all depends on the gif so play with both to see which one looks better (trama = screen)
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now is time to blend! for this i use a big brush like 200px, set to 0% hardness and 50% opacity, the bigger the brush and the lower the hardness, the softer the blending it’ll be, while using a smaller brush with an increased hardness, the blending will be sharper. we’re going to click on the base gif’s vector mask and with the brush set to black we’ll start to erase the left side of it, if we mess up then we set the brush to white by pressing ‘x’ and paint on it to correct anything. it should look like this
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then we do the same with the second gif by erasing the right side and a little over aemond’s eye. personally i like to leave traces of both gifs so the blending looks smooth and nice. the end result should look like this
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now is time to change aemond’s clothes to red! there are several ways to do this which is by using selective colors, hue/saturation, a gradient map or a new layer and paint over the gif, you can use one of these methods or several or all of them depending on your gif and the result you want to achieve. so we create a new folder atop our gifs and name it ‘red’ and create a selective colors layer, though the color isn’t that bright or strong i can see some green and maybe some cyan/blue tones on lil aemond’s clothes, so we adjust those colors to make the green pop up and set the selective colors layer to ‘color’, it should look like this
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don’t worry too much if aemond’s face gets green and then red, we’ll fixed this later. now we create a hue/saturation layer, on the drop down menu we change the color to ‘green’ and drag the hue bar until the green changes to red or as close as possible to it, we do this for cyan and blues too (verde = green, cianes = cyan, azules = blue, sorry for ps being on spanish tho)
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and voila! the green and cyan/blues had turned red
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because the red looks dull and sad and needs to be brigthen up, we’re going to create a new selective colors layer and adjust the reds and yellows, like so:
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you’ll notice that lil aemond’s face and hair has turned red, to get rid of that we’re going to pick up our brush, set it to black and start erasing those parts on the vector mask on our latest selective color layer. once you’re done duplicate twice that layer and drag one of its vector masks to our first selective color layer and the second one to our hue/saturation layer and delete the duplicates without vector masks, that way you don’t have to erase on each one of the vector masks again, just tweak each one to your liking, repeat this step for future layers
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because i can see some yellow on left aemond’s hair and i want for it to be red so it blends with the rest of the color we then create a new hue/saturation layer, change the color to ‘yellow’ and set the hue to -65 and the lightness to +30. then we add a new selective colors layer and only work on the reds, we set everything to +100 though the cyan to -50. and lastly we add a new hue/saturation layer, change the color to ‘red’ and increase the saturation to +25. this will be the result. i’ve already done the step mentioned above about duplicating the vector masks
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because there’s still some red on his hair and face and i’m lazy i select the folder named ‘red’, add a vector mask to it and just erased on it because i didn’t want to go and erase on each vector mask, too much work lol
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i could very much leave the gif as it is but i felt it needed like a pop of color around it because the background is kinda dull and not that vibrant, so we create a new folder and name it ‘red layering’ (i need to name things or else i get confused), create a new layer, choose a vibrant yet deep shade of red (i’m using #b80505), pick up our brush (200px, 0% hardness, 50% opacity) and paint the background and a little over aemond’s clothes, set the layer to ‘tone’ and add a vector mask, like so:
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i like how setting the layer to ‘tone’ gives his hair a soft red outline on places that didn’t change to red, like around the top of his hair. so next we duplicate the layer, set it to ‘soft light’ and the opacity to 40%, and with our brush set to black erase any parts we don’t want, like a little on his hair, his face and over his clothes, and apply the step i mentioned about duplicated vector masks and tweak to your liking
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for this type of gifs i like to set the speed to 0.06, and voila! the gif is done! you can add in some typography if you want to c:
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worth mentioning that other gifs won’t need that many adjustment layers, like the purple and green ones for example they only needed two selective colors layers and a little bit of painting on a new layer to achieve those colors. hope this tutorial was of any help :3c
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love-leah · 9 months
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motivation monday
fans: tag your favourite fandom creators and let them know what an awesome job they’re doing. add a comment to an unfinished fic. reblog fanworks with enthusiastic tags. send them an ask to let them know what an awesome job they’re doing.
creators: tag your favourite fandom participants and let them know how they motivate you to do what you do. send them asks of appreciation or dedicate some of your work to them.
(from @ao3commentoftheday and I was tagged by @itookyoudown!)
first of all I feel like everyone knows this about me lol but I obviously don't like the distinction of fans and creators because we are all like by virtue of being here and doing fandom, fans! but I think all these ideas in general are fun and cool for anyone, and if you are someone who particularly identifies with one category or the other and who struggles with doing things like this, maybe this is a helpful like list of ways you could brighten someone's day! :)
anyway there are so many people I want to tag but I'll try to be reasonable and then hopefully do this next monday again :) but for now off the top of my head shout-out to:
@f1vegas - whose blog and dms have drug me back into hockey in 2023 😣🥴 a blessing and a curse but either way it's so fun to think about matthew/leon and jack hughes with her, and just in general I'd follow her in any fandom because no one is better at coming out of nowhere with a webweaving post or video that will just ruin your day!! also maybe my most prev tagged blog of all time!
@freekicks - who went to kentucky and interlibrary loaned an old gay movie and has pulled deleted scenes off old justified dvds to post for all of tumblr to enjoy! who is doing it like her!!
@baking-soda - everything they create and think is so genius, obviously. but also tumblr says they're my biggest fan lol and I really feel that!! anyone who has ever been like among the tiny group of people to like my . posts or house stuff or me posting anon asks that are job compliments lol: you are imo what keeps the tumblr machine going imo haha. man gn cannot live on bread (engagement with high effort creative posts) alone etc. and I think grace baking soda is one of the best people at like, really making tumblr feel like a community!
@missyourflight - every time I post a justified fic soph comments on it and every time I want to cry!! her comments are so kind and insightful and I'm just so thankful for her in general!
@f1crecs - their fic rec posts are so thoughtful and well done! I love their little summaries/reviews and their collections of different types of fics are so nice for people like me who hate just going in the tags on ao3.
and ok I've tagged so many people which gives me so much anxiety but just a general shout out to some people who are my friends but also some people I don't even really know but who I love seeing in my notes or on my dash!! ❤️ @mcl4r3n @wdcmaxy @flo55i @aa-elmo @likelylarks @goldenhourhimbo @nottiinrosso @willowmckinley you always make me smile!!! ☺️
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soph hi!! not me coming here 10 millions days later as always but I just wanted to wish you smth on you deco tree but the link isn't working 😔 so I came here instead to wish my bestie happy holidays <3 you know that I love you and your blog so much, ty for creating all these amazing gif sets for iwtv AND qaf specifically (obviously lol)
Milena, hey bestie!
No matter however long you're gone, your return to my notes is always a joy.
Oh I think the link was only working until yesterday for messages today but ty, I hope you are doing okay and the holidays are being kind to you <3
Let me take this opportunity to thank you for being your wonderful self and making my 2023 tumblr experience so much fun. You've always supported my gifs and have the best takes - ily 😘
My qaf twin and queen of having the best tags for every post you reblog, just know they always make me laugh & smile.
Wishing you all the kindness and ease for 2024 (alongside your LONG overdue release from tumblr jail x)
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cobaltsoulsearcher · 3 months
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Hi can I just say. You are the sweetest nicest person and I don’t know you but I already think you’re the best! You’re also serving a very useful function to my creative process, which is having someone who likes my work to hold me accountable for creating it. So thank you!
Signed, Soph (I’m writing the Princess Bride musical)
Awwww you noticed me 💜 💜 I’m flattered, gracious writer.
but like seriously
If I had a nickel for every time this happened, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it is strange it happened twice. I guess I dont do cool stuff so I get extra excited and supported if people who do! (Just ask @hadestownreconstruction. She gave me my first nickel)
Honestly, the Princess Bride as a musical is something that makes so much sense—I can see how it fits the structure really well—and from what little you’ve said, I really vibe with your choices.
Happy songwriting! May all go as you wish!
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yakumtsaki · 2 years
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I’m gonna be real with you guys, this college run might be the thing that finally does me in. God knows we’ve had college affairs before, but at least there was some build-up to them, whereas now it’s the second day and we have Wilfred waiting for Eliza to be done cheating on Reginald outside of Sophito’s room..
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..only for Sophito to come out too..
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..AND CREATE AN INFINITE CHEATING ON REGINALD LOOP. GOOD LORD @ EVERYONE INVOLVED
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It’s SO EARLY IN THIS RUN that it’s really hard to psychologize the sims in this love rectangle (other than Sophito who is well-established as loving to cuck his relatives) but what I’m getting is Eliza definitely still considers Reginald her #1 because she does reject interactions that would cause her to be caught cheating-
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-and that Sophito’s GOT IT BAD. So what happened here is Eliza was fooling around with Wilfred, Sophito came over, Eliza started fooling around with HIM, rejected Wilfred, and then SOPHITO FELL ONE-SIDEDLY IN LOVE WITH HER. Sophito bro, truly, I only have a single question for you:
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Seriously, what is the point of having that HORRIBLE LTW if you’re gonna be having some tragic, doomed affair the entire time??? How many storylines am I expected to juggle???  
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-Worry not, for unlike Sophito I am a simple man! 
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-I’ll just channel my broken heart into violence towards Claire, whom I also have a crush on! 
Ya I’m not touching that shit between you two freaks with a 10-foot pole, just keep beating each other up.
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So Eliza went upstairs, banged Sophito again- 
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-and then immediately rolled the want to go on a date with Reginald. BRO. Eliza seriously, do you mind explaining to us what the fuck it is you’re doing?
-Certainly!
Ok good.
-Reginald and I are a perfect future power couple. We’re so meant to be together we even look like siblings.
True and gross.
-Sophito is a dirtbag himbo with no ambition, content to waste his mental gifts on being a hoe. 
Right, sure, brutal summary of Sophito, go on. 
-Well it’s only logical that one wifes the former and bangs the latter. 
Ok ya, but that’s my question, why can’t you just bang Reginald, why do you HAVE to endanger your future sociopathic marriage by banging Sophito too?
-Sophito cute❤️
THAT’S IT??? That’s your entire reasoning? I thought there was something deeper going on here.
-There’s not. 
Ok then, great? I guess? God I don’t even know anymore, moving on.
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Thankfully I can always count on JuJu to cheer me up! They’re having a great time..
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..Julian is super into Gunther’s Fist Woohoo Dormie aka Stacy..
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..and June’s little sisters keep calling to talk to her, AWWW. Thank you, Daniel, for giving me some wholesome members of this family.
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I decided to expedite our moving into the Greek House so I can have an easier time keeping an eye on everyone. You might remember we normally stay our entire freshman year in the dorms, and this time we didn’t even make it a full semester, iconic. We invite over our placeholder llama member to pledge, and I decided to start on hard mode aka Sugar.
-You HAVE to let me in, it’s an emergency! I get no screen time in the dorms because I’m not having a torrid affair! Not for lack of trying, mind you!
-YAWN. Sorry kid, but being a placeholder Greek House member is the gig of a lifetime, I can’t just let anyone in just because their last name is Union🦙
-But it’s the Union Greek House!
-Oh, trying to play the nepotism card, brat?? It will never work on me, I’m incorruptible!🦙
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-Teehee! Oh please, please join the Union Greek House, Sophito!🦙
-_____- 
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Ok Soph this is getting too fucked up even for me, what in the llama harem hell.
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NO. NO. STAY AWAY FROM OUR SPAWN, BLUE MEATBALLS
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As Wilfred hangs out with the llama we discover that Eliza and Sophito have banged multiple times without ever making out?? GROSS
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Guys seriously I have no idea what’s going on with these two, the next day Sophito rejected her woohoo even though he’s in love with her?? 
-I’m sorry Eliza but this degenerate affair can’t go on like this! You need to choose, me or Reginald! -Ok, I choose Reginald. -Ok, I’ll still bang you.
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-Hi yes, we all made it into the Greek House our ancestors founded that we weren’t automatically members of for some reason. Boy do you losers have a lawsuit coming for making us socialize with a furry.
Who are we gonna sue, Eliza, ourselves?!
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Alright, the llama is out and we’re in! Hopefully now I will have an easier time controlling you assholes.  
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-You bang all my relatives but not me?? -And none for Sugar Union, bye!
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flippy-floppy · 5 months
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ok thanks! 💕 the whole “iverson is kendall’s biological son” confuses me because it’s right there in the text that he actually isn’t. even accounting for roman’s provocation and w/e theory of reproduction logan might have postulated, the filing-cabinet guy bit and the randos comment are pretty straightforward. i don’t see the ambiguity at all tbh. now moving on to more personal interpretations, yessssss! Good Person doing a Good Thing and Feeling Good, i agree that kendall’s love for sophie is uncomplicated, but imho the same is true with iverson. not much self-reflection other than kendall asking himself if he’s Good or Bad and not wanting to be the father his father was. and if iverson is “half rava” but not kendall’s, can you imagine the implications? this child is rava’s, she carried him for 40 weeks, she’s known him for longer than kendall has. but sophie!!! “bianca won’t let me feed megathump a piece of my bagel” because sophie Knows she’ll get what she wants / “soph! open up!” when kendall demands that sophie open the car door in church and state, because she’s his daughter! he’s manipulative, he’s insane, he thinks his girl has his back. i think that logan, paradoxically, interacts with iverson because he’s the one that needs fixing, the one that needs to be consoled after kendall almost drowns. kendall is so out of touch with his authority as a father, his mere physicality as a man, that he doesn’t even realize that, together with logan, he’s the one forcing his son to partecipate in the food-tasting mindfuck. i think that he simply doesn’t know what to do with a boy lol, it doesn’t come naturally to him, just like every other single thing he’s supposed to do and be
[referencing this post 🙂]
the OP isn't saying he thinks that's what the text is intending, he's just talking about how he enjoys the narrative situation it would create and the character implications that come from that haha
it's more like, Well, what if xyz? What happens then? which is fun!! its fun to think about all the little possible variations of character and how they would impact the narrative in different ways!
all that to say: I do also think Iverson not being Kendall's is interesting too! like. Logan is very obsessed with the idea of modern dynasty and legacy and Kendall spending his whole life the heir apparent is Very Aware of that fact and how much it would hurt his position to not be a father. so for Kendall, the struggle to have kids and seeking out alternate methods of parenthood feels like an enormous personal failure and is obviously a great source of shame for him -- Like. it is so upsetting to him that he physically assaults Roman for bringing it up as a mark against him lol
imo Kendall's relationship to fatherhood is very. emblematic of the way he views his relationship to Logan: Kendall wants to Be Logan, wants to be what's expected of him and follow in his footsteps, and when he's unable to do so he seeks out alternate paths and convinces himself that it's not the result of a failure of expectations but because he's actually Better Than Logan.
So-- he wants to have kids and create a hereditary dynasty because that is what his dad wants. He is unable to do so. He seeks out adoption and IVF and convinces himself that this is what Modern Parenting looks like and he is doing a Good Thing by parenting this way and Logan just doesn't get it because he is the past and Kendall is the future. But in his heart, he knows. He's ashamed.
I think that disconnect creates a mental barrier for Kendall and keeps him distant from his kids, so there's no real emotional connection between them beyond a superficial level: they are his kids so he loves them. You're supposed to love family, so he loves them.
and i think you're right that Kendall is closer to Sophie, but i feel that has more to do with Iverson's autism than anything else really. i think Sophie's the more "accessible" kid for Kendall to talk to bc of that, so she's easier to connect with in kendall's mind, which could be why he reaches out to her after being rejected by rava in church and state
With Iverson I think Kendall sees him as like. a Kid With a Disability and so is focused on ensuring his material needs are met, that he's ok, that he's not under duress, etc, that he never really thinks to like. connect with him as an individual. which I think is true with Sophie too to some extent. like I think he genuinely believes that because he gets the kids whatever they want (ex. a rabbit) he is being a Good Dad
and yes with Logan I pretty much agree. like I think he just ignores them for the most part because he doesn't really view them as "his" but occasionally Iverson will stick out to him in a way where he's like, "I know how to fix this situation and Kendall and Rava are just unable/unwilling to do it the way I see is the Right Way." i have more thoughts on logan but they're all a bit incoherent so I will leave it at that I think
ty anon!!
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I can’t listen to music with lyrics while I’m actually writing so I tend to listen to a lot of Miles Davis and other jazz. Usually on vinyl because it’s helpful to have to get up every so often to change the record. I did create and then listen to a playlist for you’re like a tattoo and the first song on the playlist (which is the song that the lyric I used as a title is from) was my number one most played song for 2023 on my spotify wrapped. The playlist is very much giving I am a queer white woman in her 40s from the US. Features music by queer women to make up for the misogyny in canon.
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