#vee's mediocre writing

[atiglain]

tumblr in the TI universe

🏛  togasupreme Follow

please stop judging masons based on suit cut, especially if you’re not a mason. Some of us can’t afford to change out our suits every year, some of us like to express ourselves, and also it's genuinely rude!

🧶🔁 humanistacrochet  Follow

yeah i agree with this. if im going to judge a mason it'll be for shitty political opinions lol

🏺🔁 catullusmasonicus  Follow

op looks like this btw

🧶🔁 humanistacrochet  

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🌿  cousininthesheets Follow

okay how do you pronounce VADL (Vivien Ancelet Don’t Look) -> 

Vee-Ae-Dee-Elle (wrong)     ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ 1%

Vaddle (correct) 🟦⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ 2.3%

other? (tags)          🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦⬜️ 96.7%

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🧗‍♂️   greythelaws Follow

okay the problem with cookie is that theyre like a terrible person, but also really funny. like so so so so so funny i cant look away. i think they should probably get their head blown off (simulated, not real, VADL) but also i kind of want them to stay in politics forever

💜🔁  masonidloveto  Follow

hey op

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💫cleopatrautopian  Follow

i wish people had better slurs for us tbh “astroturd” is so lame are you in middle school? lol. moonman is okay but lacks punch. 

👩‍💻🔁upunk  Follow

Ive heard “mooncel” before but i have no idea where the suffix originated from. 

💫🔁 cleopatrautopian 

I like mooncel... maybe moonfucker would work as well? we should workshop this. 

🌏🔁 postsfromuranus Follow

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🪓  hobbesian   Follow

people love to say apollo mojave was so cool and awesome but we hooked up at campus and the dick was mediocre tbh..

🌟🔁 protectthegreat  Follow

me when i spread misinformation on the internet

🪓🔁hobbesian  

????? lmao I’m sorry did you take their dick?? you want to submit a competing complaint? write a counterclaim on Snopes.com? want to sit in their room on alexandria campus (not air conditioned) listen to them drone on (spit flying from mouth on several occasions) (beer breath) and take some dick that is, at best, a 6/10? be my fucking guest. 

🏺🔁catullusmasonicus  Follow

this is like poetry to me

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Anonymous asked:

I'm against OS on ideological grounds but i kind of wish they would take you out tbh...

🌕  lalunadeutopia Follow

this website’s hate mail game is insane.

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Anonymous asked:

its so funny that you’re getting hate for that apollo mojave post when all that you spread was the truth

🪓  hobbesian Follow

nah it wasnt even i lied i didnt fuck them💀 

#misinformation indeed

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#terra ignota #too like the lightning #lmao #Heavily inspired by that otehr post of this nature about dogs. I used their formatting thank you op

[frogisakai]

Wip Wednesday except I'm finally writing something about the owl house again. The hex squad (minus Vee and Luz) become obsessed with the most mediocre medical drama during their stay in the human realm. Except I'm actually in the medical field so the plot is only 2% more accurate than most shows (joking).

#the owl house #toh #allie.writes #luz noceda #amity blight #hunter toh #gus porter #willow park #the owl house fic #toh fic #the owl house fanfiction #wip #wip wednesday #flop era #vee toh #vee noceda

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Honestly Vee you’re not a mediocre writer, you’re really good. Your writing is descriptive and realistic. It’s easy to picture your scenes and they could be actual books, I think you sound very professional when you write. I think the tgm fandom traffic isn’t as high as it was because things fade quickly now which is unfortunate because your ideas are always super original or you put your own spin on an “old” trope.

I personally love your Jake’s Destiny series because I love that type of dynamic. I would love to see more of maybe when Jake realized he fell in love with her or vice versa. Did it hit one day or did it grows as they saw each other more? I think Jake is fun to write because he could either be a simp or a grump

Heather, you are going to make me cry 😭😭😭💕💕💕 You honestly have no idea how much this touched me or how much better it made me feel. You touched on all the things I hope to achieve with my writing and it's great to know I'm doing ok with accomplishing it 💖

I keep trying to remind myself the TGM fandom is settling down, but when the same thing is happening in all fandoms I'm a part of, it's harder to buy into that being the reason (which my brain then goes to what have I done wrong? And if I have done something wrong, could someone tell me what so I can fix it?)

And at the moment, Jake’s Destiny is the WIP that has really kept me going. I'm so in love with the AU I'm creating here and it brings me so much joy that you enjoy it too! I hadn't considered a part with Jake figuring out he's in love (but I love this idea and have added it to my plan), but I do have one in the works where Destiny confesses her growing feelings to Phoenix (who is her roommate in this) and what she should do about it. So we will definitely get a more in-depth look at how their relationship evolved! 🥰

#thanks! #friend ask #so kind #heather you are the best 😘 #jake's destiny

[joelsgreys]

Hey y’all 🫶🏼 so I’ve recently had some new followers come on board and I just wanted to introduce myself so y’all know the girl behind the mediocre writing…don’t worry I’m still very very proud of it regardless of it being mediocre 😂 I used to be imaginesby-viviana for a while as well.

My name is Viviana but you call me Vi (pronounced Vee) and I’m 26 and I’m a full time university student studying to be a therapist one day 👩🏻‍⚕️ I’m a proud mixed girl, half Latina and half Pacific Islander. I was born and raised in Hawaii before moving for college.

Things I am currently obsessed with: Chris Evans (surprise surprise), all things Marvel, and Game of Thrones. So that’s the kind of content you’ll mainly see for me along with my writing, which I’m working really hard to practice on.

I struggle with a bit of social anxiety even online, but I’m doing my best to put myself out there to overcome it, so don’t ever be shy to say hello if we are mutuals or even if we aren’t, my inbox is always open!

My blog is relatively SFW UNLESS I specify my that posts/fics that are 18+ only in which case all I ask is that minors be respectful and stay away from those. I will always tag my smut and put it under “read more” so that no one who can’t or doesn’t want to read that stuff accidentally reads it.

🤎✨🫶🏼

#blog intro #introducing myself

[kotsuvi]

Hello! Could I request gojou satoru relationship headcanons with his fem s/o (shes a sorcerer too) pls? Thank you ❤

a/n: i love this man

warnings: swearing, slight suggestive themes

okay you guys would be THE couple

you don’t teach, but you often make an appearance at the school

legit the students LOVE you

and gojo talks about you 24/7

more like 25/8 actually

legit tells itadori and fushiguro when he’s taking you out on dates because he’s just so excited

okay like we already know you would be going on missions with gojo

most times you would just show up

“come to steal my glory, y/n?”

“sounds about right”

he legit makes everything a “fun” competition, so of course it’s a race to see who can exorcise the most curses

he’s a cheater lowkey

you’ll be RIGHT THERE, ready to go, and he’s nowhere in sight

but then suddenly

BAM

there he is

and he exorcises that mf right in front of you

he’s just being a tease

you hit him with the “hey!! i had that one!!”

and he responds with “too bad, sweetheart”

legit cheater

so annoying

but you’re so whipped for this man

he’s the type to rub it in your face too

your relationship is just goofy tbh

he’s always joking around and poking fun at you for little things

he knows boundaries tho

respectful king

and after a long day (of being awesome) the two of you just love to relax together

most times its sort of GO GO GO because he’s busy and you’re busy, but you enjoy the little quiet moments

he’s actually a sucker for binge-watching movie series’

the notebook? nah. lord of the rings? yeah. 

“y/n look, its the gandalf the white”

“i know satoru, we’ve watched this a million times”

he likes snuggling up against your chest

you like playing with his hair

mindlessly yanno

he’ll just be leaning against you, his body practically crushing you

doesn’t matter your height, mans is like 6′3 so 

lanky af

he always has his arms wrapped around your waist too

just limbs everywhere

which brings me into my next point

SUCH A HORRIBLE PARTNER TO SLEEP WITH

he SPRAWLS

snores

TALKS IN HIS SLEEP

he mumbles about curses deadass

sometimes he thrashes around

its just awful, really

“oh my god, satoru STOP IT”

you hit him with a pillow

yank the blankets away from him

this mf will not wake up though

like such a deep sleeper

but somehow

someHOW

he always wakes up when you kiss him

as soon as he feels your lips-

YEP

wide awake

“good morning to you too, sweetheart”

morning seggs

damn this man

i want him

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #vee's mediocre writing

[theowlhouseheadcanons]

Is... is Belos really Philip Wittebane? Does that seem like a thing?

"What if Bellos isn't Phillip, what if someone created a clone of him ages ago for some purpose? What if that clone created another as they got older and over time they became more and more unstable, copies of copies. What if Bellos made Hunter to be the next link in the chain." – anon ask;

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Well, there's no proof he isn't , but also, nothing consistent seems to prove he is, until now;

But something important to keep in mind is that TOH follows a major guideline in its writing – the main rule is "breaking obvious expectations", adding depth to a character, a family, a coven or anything else;

And for that reason, the thought of Belos being the same person as Phillip is slippery ground to stand on, since it's the first impression we generally have while watching the series.

So, I personally believe that Belos is not (directly) Philip, but whatever happened to Phillip might have brought Belos to life: his attitude and his goal, it is.

So we've got from this lost, yet amazed human traveler;

To a manipulative dictator who wishes to erase the wonders of an entire realm, while bringing havoc to humanity;

So the theory of Belos being a clone of Wittebane is comprehensible, in the way anon described, where each copy became more and more unstable as the Wittebane's cloning technique were loosing it's force. Maybe because it uses extremely scarce resources (Titan's Blood, for example) or maybe some of the inscriptions were lost or had issues Phillip didn't foresee at the time.

Whatever technique they use(d) might have something to do with the Basilisks, either in the cloning process and Belos artificial magic. Their ability to collect, reserve and manipulate magic to not just model their bodies but also fuel their strength resembles too much Belos magic system;

And I'm not just talking about his staff (which design seems to be some kind of pulsing vessel of concentrated magic)

Belos' body is pseudoliquid and supernaturally flexible, and apparently can be modeled to a range of shapes at his will - and it expands and retorts whenever he has a crisis - much likely how his magic performs. But this ability also discards the most hopeful possibilities of him being human, his uncleish face just a varnish for what lies within.

Both are having bursts of anger/dispair here, and their form is altered when under this kind of pressure; Of course, Vee transformation is more "natural" because she's biologically programmed to work like that, while Belos' transformation seems more like a curse going wild;

And going a little off the subject here, this parameter of controlling, canceling or allowing magic is also present in his system of covens, which is applied through the coven bindings.... And we've seen these are not just to block other magics from a Covent witch, but also to disable them totally if necessary - a sort of disarming seal;

(my poor Raine)

Now returning to the topic, the "mediocre" detail that also tells Belos is not a human is his pointy ears

But be aware, his ears are smaller and more roundish than a witch's – and I really hope it's not just a frivolous design choice!;

That being said, Belos has every reason to be some kind of "unstable" vessel, a synthetic hybrid, made to be able to bear a human mind but adapt to the Boiling Island resources; Or maybe he's the original vessel, but has been through so many mutations and adaptations in name of prolonging his life span it no longer can relate to what once it has been;

This answer is already enormous, but there are still a few connection I would like to make, which I'll add through a reblog!

But what do you guys think?

#toh belos #toh philip #the owl house #the owl house headcanons #toh #the owl house belos #the owl house philip

[illfoandillfie]

Out of Context

Request: First of all, congratulations on 1,000!!!! Could you do a a sequel to Interloper where maybe an interviewer is giving her shit for having once been a groupie and Bri Rog and Deaky defend her and have amazing sex after at like their hotel 😂-foursome anon (I’m back)

Interloper / Snapshots From Before (Prequel)

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Brian May x John Deacon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), gangbang/foursome, oral sex (m and f receiving), anal sex, tit fucking, light choking, slightly dom reader, cheer up sex, some spanking, double and triple penetration

Words: 6,145

A/N: This was another request from back at my 1000 follower celebration last year. It’s been sitting half written in my drafts since then and I finally felt inspired to finish it lmao. Foursome anon I hope you’re still around and you see this!!

Blurb Advent: Day 10

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Doing press wasn’t easy, especially when interviewers insisted on questioning you all separately. You preferred having at least one of the boys to back you up. They’d been dealing with the whole interview process for so long now they knew how to avoid answering things they didn’t want to, knew how to deal with rude reporters. But it was all new to you. Perhaps that was why this particular interview had gone so badly. There was no Freddie to make the right snide comment, no Roger to get pissed off on your behalf, no Brian or John to squeeze your knee comfortingly or take over when you go tongue tied.

Things between you and the rest of the band had been going much better since Freddie had locked you in that room together. It didn’t happen overnight, there were still lingering tensions. But any badmouthing they did of you was out of your hearing which you much preferred. Gradually, as the tour wore on, there were less tensions. They got used to having you around, began including you in their games of scrabble and their not-quite-awake conversations over hotel breakfasts. Until one day, in the final leg of the tour, when Freddie admitted to you quietly that he hadn’t overheard any whispered comments for nearly a week. “And here I was thinking we’d never get there.” “Oh hush, darling, I told you from the beginning they wouldn’t hate you forever. Sure they took a little longer to come around than I had anticipated but it all worked out in the end. And now when you tell them the execs have asked for another full album featuring you, they probably won’t kill you.” They hadn’t, of course, though you’d worried for the safety of everyone involved in making the decision. Roger looked as if he were a second away from punching the first person to talk to him.

They took less time to calm down though, especially after they saw how nervous you got before the first interview. Your agent had decided some preliminary press would help build excitement for the album before the songs were even written. Calls were made, journalists were found, and before you knew it you were facing a crowd of people vying to ask you their questions, cameras flashing the whole time. It was a lot. More than pushing you into the deep end, you’d be thrown to the bloody sharks. Any lingering ill will the boys had for you vanished after that. They’d all thankfully been there too, had drawn the attention to themselves rather than let you struggle to answer everything on your own. After that they’d kept an eye on you during the smaller interviews. Mostly the reporters were happy to talk to you all together and, as long as you said one or two things about how excited you were to be working with Queen again, and how much fun touring with them was, you could get away with letting them take lead. But every now and then you got stuck with some jackass who wanted to quiz you solo. And this interview, this horrid interview, had been one of them.

Roger pushed the magazine away from himself, letting it slide as far down your kitchen table as it would go. “She’s a fucking bitch that reporter.” You looked down at the magazine, still open to your interview, the headline alone making your stomach turn. “No, sorry, that’s an insult to dogs. She’s a fucking cunt.” “Rog,” “No, that’s an insult to vaginas. There is no word strong enough for that poor excuse for a journalist.” “Roger, sit down.” Roger shot Freddie a dirty look but sat down anyway, his knee bouncing with restless energy, “Sorry. I’m just pissed off.” “Yes, we gathered that, thanks Rog,” “She took everything I said out of context, you have to believe me.” “We do, Y/N, we do,” John said softly from beside you, rubbing circles on your back. “It started well, I swear. Just the usual questions y’know, what’s it like working with Queen? How does it feel to be singing next to Freddie Mercury? Were you nervous about touring with them? Can you give us any hints about the new album? All the things that usually come up that Freddie coached me on how to answer, and I was doing fine. I had my prepared answers and there was no stumbling over words or anything like that. I thought I’d finally got the hang of it all and then she asked me to elaborate on what it was like working with you. I’d already told her the usual thing – it was fun and y’know blew my mind and all that. But then she asked how it compare to being your groupie.” “You didn’t answer her did you?” “Christ no, Brian! Jesus what do you take me for?” Brian held his hands up in apology. “I told her that it wasn’t relevant, but she kept asking, one question after another thrown at me and no matter what I said she didn’t stop. All sorts of stuff, like which of you was the best shag, and if I’d only wanted to be your groupie because I hoped it would lead to my own album, and if I was still offering my services,” you made air quotes around the words, “accused me of using you for my own gain and asked if you were the first band I’d tried it with or if you were just the only ones gullible enough to let me. I tried to tell her no and that I wasn’t going to answer those questions but she just kept going and then she told me to get used to the attention and left. I guess she didn’t need my answers to write a whole article about it.” “Which of us is the best shag?” Brian repeated the question though you suspected he wasn’t just checking he’d heard you correctly. The others all fell quiet, waiting to see if you’d answer. “Really Bri? That’s what you got from that?” “Right, right, sorry, not the important part. Look, it’s not as bad as you think it is.” “Bri’s right, love,” Roger said, much calmer than he had been before, “there’s nothing of substance in here. Like this quote, as for the fun Ms Y/L/N mentioned was had on tour, one can’t help but wonder just what she meant. Could the stories about nights spent playing boardgames be covers for debauched, drug-fuelled, orgies the likes of which would make a pornstar blush, I mean, there’s nothing there. It’s all conjecture and anyone worth a damn will see right through it.” “But some people will believe it,” “Maybe, yes,” Freddie said, “but it’ll blow over. We’ve all been in the same place you are at one time or another. If anything this officially makes you one of the band.” “Yeah, Y/N, it’s all just spiteful rubbish.” “Thanks guys, but I think I might just call it a day, go back to bed. Stay if you want, I don’t mind. But if you leave lock the door behind you.” You stood and headed to your bedroom.

The four boys stayed quiet until you were out of your room but you heard their hushed voices and hissed comments through your bedroom door as you pulled off your jeans and unclasped your bra from under the baggy jumper you wore. It took about five minutes before there was a soft knock on your bedroom door. “Y/N, can I come in?” You contemplated feigning sleep. “I know you’re not asleep.” You sighed and sat up, hugging your knees to your chest, “Fine, Roger, come in.” “Freddie’s gone to make some calls,” he said, standing just inside your doorway, hands in his pockets. “Calls about what? It’s out there now, there’s no getting it back.” “No but we need to make it clear to other journalists that those kinds of questions won’t be answered in any future interviews, and hopefully we can make sure that parasite never gets to come anywhere near us again.” “Isn’t that mean to parasites?” Roger chuckled, “getting over it already, see,” he sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on your covered knee, “I know this sucks, and I get that you’re ashamed, but I promise it’s not as bad as it feels right now.” “I’m not ashamed.” “What?” “You said I’m ashamed of it but I’m not.” “Oh. I thought-” “I’m a bit embarrassed because obviously I’ve never told my family what it is I got up to when I went to all those concerts and now they’re all going to know, lord knows some of them will believe the worst of it. And I’m pissed off that I didn’t stand up for myself more. I just let her keep cutting me off and talking over me when I should have told her to fuck off or at least called her out for being a prudish arsehole who probably only attacked me because she’s jealous I’ve fucked three quarters of Queen. And I’m annoyed that you’ve all been brought up in the article, and she’s questioning whether your good people just because you sept with me. I mean does she expect you all to be virginal saints or something? It’s just frustrating and yes, upsetting. But I’m definitely not ashamed.” “Huh, okay then.” “What?” “Nothing, just, we assumed you regretted sleeping with us.” “Lord no. It wasn’t planned, like she was insinuating, but seeping with you definitely helped me get my foot in the door with this whole music thing. And even if it hadn’t done that, it was still fun as hell and made me feel good. If I wasn’t fucking you I would have been out having mediocre sex with guys I met in pubs and I don’t care how much of a slut it makes me seem, but I’d rather fuck a whole band every single night and actually get off than have a disappointing drunk lay with a guy who’s never heard of the clitoris. Fuck, I’d still be doing the whole groupie thing now, and be perfectly happy with it, if Freddie hadn’t heard me singing that day. That night at the after party, that was heaps of fun.” “Give me a second would you,” Roger stood and walked to the door, giving you another glance before he turned the corner. You watched the doorway, not quite sure what to make of his behaviour but your questions were answered soon enough when he reappeared with Brian and John following. “So apparently we misread the situation,” Brian said, taking the seat Roger had just vacated. John sat cross legged at the end of your bed while Roger flopped onto the mattress beside you. “I can’t believe you’d think I regretted being your groupie. Have you met me?” “In our defence you seemed very upset, what were we meant to think?” “I had a shitty interview and got called a whore in a very public way, of course I’m upset. Doesn’t mean I regret anything.” “Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry, we should have realised. But we have a proposition for you. We actually thought of a way to cheer you up when we first saw the magazine this morning but then when we got here you seemed so sad and we didn’t want to make you more upset or uncomfortable,” “What Brian is trying to say is that we have an idea we think you might like.” “Jesus will you two stop beating around the bush?” “Shut up Rog, I’m getting there.” “Y/N,” Roger said cutting off the others before they could waffle any longer, “Would you like to fuck us again?” You almost choked. “Zero tact. What he means is, we thought we could cheer you up. All three of us, entirely focused on making you forget that magazine.” “Wait, I’m confused,” you massaged the bridge of your nose as you tried to catch up to them, “you saw an article that called me a whore and thought it would cheer me up to, what, be your shared fucktoy again? Yeah it was fun but-” “No, no, no, that’s not what we mean,” John said, “you’d be in control of how it all happens. It wouldn’t be like last time.” “So, you’d be my whores?” “I guess?” “The point is,” Roger chimed in, “we want to make you feel better. If that means making you cups of tea and buying you a box of chocolates that’s fine. But it could also mean you having three cocks and all the orgasms you can handle.” You looked from Roger to John to Brian and then back again, trying to work out if they were joking or not. But they all seemed sincere enough for you to actually think about their proposition. It wasn’t what you were expecting to hear from them, and it hadn’t crossed your mind until they mentioned it. But now that they had, you had to admit it sounded fun. Last time had been fun and that was when you’d been passed around and used mercilessly, so having them all again, but with a bit more say in how it happened, could only be better. Plus, part of you wanted to prove how unashamed of your groupie history you were and what better way than this? “Okay, I’m in.”

“Do we need to set any ground rules?” Brian asked. “You all know my safeword,” “Saxophone,” You laughed at the chorus of eager voices, “Yes, exactly. Other than that I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. Not like this is new exactly, is it?” “Well, no, I s’pose not.” “Exactly. And if there’s anything I don’t want I’ll tell you. So you’re,” you pointed at Roger, “going to kiss me now, while you two undress,” “Getting right to it, excellent,” Roger laughed, as he pushed himself closer to you. He didn’t waste any time, leaning in to kiss you right away. It started off a little too soft for your liking but as soon as soon as you made it clear how into it you were, kissing him back harder and pressing yourself closer, Roger reciprocated. His hands wandered down to your chest as you felt Brian and John get up, following your orders, their clothes left where they landed on the floor. Roger’s hands were soon replaced by Brian’s as he knelt behind you, and you found your head being pulled around so he could kiss you too. Roger took the opportunity to undress as Brian and John caught you between them. You couldn’t tell who was removing your clothes, only that once your jumper had been pulled over your head John was kissing you. He leaned back, tugging you along so Brian could pull your underwear off, his hands caressing your bare bum. “How do you want us?” John asked, brushing your hair back behind your ear. “Um,” you looked around at the three very naked bandmates waiting for your word, “One of you is going to eat me out. Don’t care who but I am going to cum.” “Yes Ma’am,” John laughed, lazily saluting you before rolling you onto your back and shuffling down between your thighs. You were taken by surprise when you felt his tongue run between your lips, expecting nips on your thighs and the teasing puff of his breath as he hovered just out of your reach. But he was clearly taking the job of cheering you up seriously. Brian and Roger weren’t any different, settling into the spaces on either side of you, their light touches only enhancing the feeling John had set off. You felt their fingertips on your breasts and in the ends of your hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down your spine but not enough to make you gasp in pain. “So what would you like from us, love? What dirty little fantasies are going through your head right now?” Roger tapped his finger on the middle of your forehead. You opened your mouth but a small oh as John latched onto your clit replaced the words you’d been intending to say. “Think we’re going to need a little more than that, Y/N. C’mon, tell us what you want. Do you want us to just take turns fucking you, filling you up over and over and over.” “Or are you thinking more along the lines of last time? Taking two at a time because one cock isn’t quite enough for you now?” “Try three,” you managed to get out as you slid a hand into John’s hair to hold him in place, “want you all at once.” “Jesus,” Brian swore, dropping his lips to your neck. “I’ve been a piss-poor groupie considering the stories that reporter’s peddling. Everyone’s going to think I’ve been taking all three of you at once constantly, but we’ve never actually done that, have we? Might as well embrace my slut title and change that,” “Let us work up to it, Love” Roger said softly, recapturing your lips as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. You whined, partly from Roger and Brian’s attention and partly because John raised his head, your hips rising slightly at the loss. “Guess I should start stretching you out then,” he said offhandedly as he licked his fingers, the same way you’d seen him do a hundred times before while playing. You couldn’t stop the moan that rose up in your throat, the sound only making John chuckle against you as he lowered his head and resumed his focus on your clit.

It only took a few more minutes to have you swearing through your first orgasm. The two fingers John had inside you enough to send you over the edge as they brushed against every sensitive spot they could reach. Your neck tingled where Brian had marked it and your nipples were stiff peaks, extra sensitive to cool air after he and Roger had delighted in torturing them with teeth and tongue and fingertips. “How was that?” John asked, slowly withdrawing his fingers when he was satisfied you’d finished. “Fuck,” was all you could say, the three boys laughing, John dropping a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Think you can handle more?” “Actually Bri I think I might be done,” “Oh. Really?” “I’m kidding.” “Thank Christ. I’m so fucking hard there’s no way I could get my pants back on anyway.” You laughed and pushed yourself to sit up, “Poor thing. I suppose you can use my cunt for a bit.” “Classic guitarists always getting first go,” “Shut it drum boy, I was about to offer to blow you but if you’re going to be like that,” “No, no, I didn’t say anything.” “He did Y/N, I heard him, blow me instead,” “Ignore Deaks, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” “Like a couple of – oh!” you were cut off as Brian grabbed you round the middle and wrenched you onto your hands and knees, “children. A little warning next time please,” “Sorry,” Brian leaned forward to kiss your back as his fingers trailed up the inside of your thigh, “but if I didn’t move this along we’d be stuck arguing about who gets to blow who forever.” “N-no we wouldn’t,” you stumbled over your words as Brian’s long, talented fingers pressed into you, “I made up my mind, Rog in my throat.” “What about me?” “Don’t worry Deaks, you’ll get your turn. If you want you can spank me though, or bite me or pull my hair or whatever else you can think of. You know my limits. Also we’ll need lube so if you want to go digging through my bathroom draws and find some you can. Might be a reward in it if you do.” “Spankher, please,” Brian nearly whined, “always makes her cunt so tight.” “Think I’d rather claim that reward thanks” “Alright then I’ll spank her,” “Guys! Can you stop arguing. I have holes enough for all of you, that’s kind of the point of this. And, Brian and Roger, if I don’t get both of your cocks deep, deep inside me within the next thirty seconds I will kick you both out and let John have his way with me on repeat.” A moment of silence accompanied your statement. You saw Roger, eyes wide, look over at John and then to Brian, and could only assume they were returning his dumbfounded look. “Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven,” Roger blinked as if waking from a daydream and hurried to kneel in front of you, one hand gliding over the length of his cock as the other reached for your hair. Your mouth fell open in a gasp as Brian suddenly filled you, holding your hips tight as he bottomed out, which gave Roger enough opportunity to push himself towards the back of your throat. There was a shift in the mattress as John got up but you were a little too preoccupied to hear the door open and shut or the sound of him rummaging through your bathroom. You only realised he’d returned when a sudden, loud spank hit you and you knew Brian’s hands were still occupied with your hips. For their parts, Roger and Brian were keeping you busy, skewered between them, not sure whether the noises coming from your own throat were moans or gags or wordless begging. Brian breathlessly laughed as John spanked you again, “So fucking tight. Bit harder?” “Y/N?” You made an assenting humming noise and nodded as much as Roger’s cock would allow which John rightly took as permission and so hit you again, harder than the last.

It was an intoxicating feeling, taking two cocks at once, all the while wanting more and knowing you’d have it before long. Brian fucked you hard and precise, as if his goal was to split you open from the inside out. Had it just been him and you alone you would have found yourself creeping further up the bed. It had happened a few times before, leaving you either hanging off the edge of the bed, or with your hands over your head and pressed against a wall in an effort to keep from banging your head. But all he managed to do was push you further onto Roger’s cock, making you gag and choke more often. Roger didn’t seem to mind that though, giving as good as Brian, firmly gripping your hair so that you couldn’t even attempt to move off him. The added impact from John’s hand just made you shiver and moan. He was the one who sensed you were getting close though, reaching under you to rub your clit and give you the extra push you needed to get over the edge. Brian wasn’t too far behind you, groaning as he tried to keep fucking you, his hips faltering as he twitched inside you and spilled his seed. You felt his hands on your backside as he spread your cheeks, leaning down to spit on your arsehole before he pulled out of you. Once Brian was finished with you, you tapped Roger’s thigh and he pulled back. “You okay?” he asked, stroking your cheek with a knuckle. “Brilliant, just thought that since I can move a bit easier, I’d take over. You look like you were close.” “Fucking yes I was close,” You giggled as you readjusted your position to be more comfortable, once again taking Roger’s cock between your lips. This time you pushed yourself lower, taking him deeper, making Roger swear above you. You pulled back again, hollowing your cheeks until you sank down once more. A strangled moan seemed to catch in Roger’s throat and it spurred you on. You reached out to cups his balls, massaging them in your hand as you took him as deep as you could and hummed. The hum turned into something akin to a squeal (though slightly muffled and choked off at the end) as the sticky cool of John’s lube covered finger teased your arsehole, tracing circles around it before slowly sinking into you. The sight seemed to be enough to finish Roger off, one hand on the back of your head to steady himself as he shot his load down your throat, pulling out towards the end so the last of it dribbled down your chin. “Now me?” John asked, pushing a second finger in with the first as Roger let you go. “Stretch me out a little more and then yes,” “Oh, no, I’m not ready for that yet. I want your tits.” “What?” “Your tits, Y/N. Turn around,” His fingers left you and you were free to move, shuffling on your knees to face him. John pressed down on your shoulder pushing you to sit back on your knees and adjusting your angle so he could slide his lubed up shaft between your breasts. He pushed them together with his palms and slid them up and down his dick as he rutted against you, spreading the sticky lube over your chest. With a slight smile at John, you  dipped your head a little and kissed the tip of his cock as it moved towards your lips. “Fuck, been waiting so long for this,” he groaned, “gon-na make a mmm-ess all over you.” He gave up on speech as he neared his released, communicating exclusively in grunts and increased speed until he finished, covering your chest and sternum in ropes of cum that dripped down your skin.

You laughed as John fell back. The hardest you could remember laughing in a while. “What’s so funny?” Brian asked, reaching out to rub your shoulder. “Just thought what that reporter would say if she could see me now, naked and dripping in spunk,” you managed to get out between giggles, “her face would be fucking priceless.” The boys laughed along with you, glad you could see the funny side of the situation with the article. “Does that mean you’re feeling better?” “Yes Rog, but I’m still not done with you.” “What did you have in mind?” “Well,” you crawled over to where Roger was sitting, leant back on his hands, and placed your hand on his throat, tilting his face away from you a little so you could lick a long stripe from his jaw to his temple, “I meant it when I said I wanted all of you.” “Never doubted it, love,” he sounded a little breathless. “Just let me know when you’re all ready to go again. Not you Rog, I can see you’re ready.” “I’m good too Y/N,” “Yeah, same,” “In that case,” you shifted your position, lining yourself up with Roger and sinking down on him, squeezing his throat a little harder as you adjusted. “John, you still got that lube?” “Yes, uh, yeah here,” there was the sound of a cap flipping open and you leaned forward encouraging Roger to lay back so you could give John better access. “Hey, Rog, can you spread your legs a little wider,” “S’pose so, just don’t kneel on my bollocks or anything,” “God give me a second, the thought of that just made mine try and jump up inside me,” You giggled as John shuffled closer, using his fingers to spread some more of the lube over you and to keep stretching you out. “What about me, Y/N?” “I haven’t forgotten you Bri. I want every inch of your cock shoved so far down my throat I can feel you for a week. Just let me get used to the others first, yeah? Still feels kinda odd having two of you at once since we’ve not done it much.” Brian nodded, contenting himself with running his fingers through your hair as he waited. John, having pulled his fingers from you and slicked up his dick with more lube, sank into you slowly, his hand on your back to keep you bent forward. It suddenly felt hard for you to pull in a new breath as you tried to adjust to the feeling of both of them, especially when John gave an experimental thrust, fucking you slowly to make sure it felt okay for everyone. Brian talked softly, reminding you to breathe and telling you how well you were doing, until you were better in control of your lungs and ready for more. “Are you sure you want me as well?” “Yes. Lets show that parasite just how far I’ll go, huh?” Roger laughed, “that’s the spirit.”

Brian didn’t need more convincing than that, though it did take a little trial and error to find the best way to accommodate all three of them. Brian tried perching his arse on the headboard but Roger whinged about “seeing nothing but Bri’s ballsack flopping about. And I know you see things when you’re gangbanging but that is too much.” In the end Brian stood next to the bed by Roger’s head, enough to the side that Roger’s view wasn’t impeded but still close enough so that the angle wouldn’t strain your neck. He gathered your hair into a messy ponytail as he pulled your mouth onto his cock, letting you work yourself further down his shaft as slowly as you needed, checking in with you every now and again to make sure you could take more. The other two were mostly still as you adjusted to Brian, though once or twice they’d given a small thrust or shifted slightly and made you whine. Once you had Brian buried as deep in your throat as he could go you paused for a few seconds and then pulled back again, strings of saliva breaking on your lips. “How was that?” “Good,” you gasped, “New. Kinda weird but very fucking good.” That didn’t really explain anything but you weren’t sure how to describe the nearly overwhelming fullness, the sudden heat, the tension in your belly which you couldn’t pinpoint as either anticipation or nerves or just because you were stretched open on three cocks. “And that’s without us doing anything,” “I know,” you grinned, “I’m excited. Why didn’t we try this sooner? But now you guys can cut loose. I’m not sure I’ll be much use in like riding you properly or whatever. Just don’t know my brain can focus on keeping both of you in my holes while I’m thinking about blowing Bri well. So, just fuck me however you can and we’ll see how it goes.” “Don’t worry, we’ll make you feel good,” John said, rubbing your back softly. “Yeah, course we will, love. And if ends up being shit then we can just take turns instead,” You nodded and took a deep breath before leaning forward to take Brian again. You controlled the pace once more, bobbing up and down his shaft, sucking on his tip, as the other two figured out their rhythm. It was a strange sensation to start. It felt clumsy and more than a little awkward, especially when John mentioned how he could feel Roger inside you. But that eased as they adjusted and worked out how best to fuck you. John held your hips as he plunged into you, each thrust harder than the last as his confidence rose and he found out what you liked most. Roger’s hands moved over your skin rather than staying in once place, palming your breasts and teasing your nipples between his fingertips before sliding down your side to grasp your waist and then back up to your breasts. You were rocked on his cock with each of John’s pounding thrusts, which only made you moan around Brian’s. You let instinct take over there, one hand stroking from his base up to meet your lips as you swallowed him deeper. His hips jolted when you whined or moaned and before long you dropped your hand away from his shaft, instead grabbing his arse to keep yourself steady. He pulled you off him again and you could feel the spit on your chin. “Forgot what a fucking incredible cocksucker you are.” Brian groaned, “But can I take over? Fuck your throat?” “Yeah, okay,” You had time for another breath and then you were pushed down again, right to the base. “There we go,” he groaned, pulling on your hair, “Gonna make you feel so fucking good.” Your hum was choked off and ended in a gag as Brian ground his hips into your face. That seemed to be the tipping point though. The moment all three of them forgot about awkward views or who was positioned where and became entirely consumed with fucking you deep and hard. You were glad to let them lead, grabbing you, pinching and pulling and squeezing every inch of you they could reach. And all the while spearing you on their dicks, keeping you in a cycle of mounting pleasure as they found all your most responsive spots inside and out. You felt your orgasm building again, the heat rising, getting more urgent as you got closer and closer. The sounds you made were muffled by Brian but that didn’t stop you making them, moaning with every pounding thrust. As you neared the edge Brian pulled you off his cock so they could all hear you properly, their encouragement mixing in your lust addled brain and creating a wall of noise that pushed you over the edge with a loud cry. And yet they didn’t stop. Brian waited until your orgasm was reduced to aftershocks that made you wince and whine and then cut off your air as he entered your throat again, resuming the long, deep strokes that made you gag until he came, holding you down as he emptied himself completely.

As soon as the other two didn’t have to worry about giving Brian access to your mouth they adjusted your position, John pushing on your back until you were bent over. Roger attached his lips to your throat as they simultaneously fucked into you, the change of angle pushing Roger’s cock against you in a way that had you seeing spots. You cried out again as Brian lay a slap on your arse. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” John grunted as he came too, unable to hold out any longer though he didn’t withdraw from you either. His hips slowed a bit and he whined softly but he kept fucking you. “Rog,” you panted, trying to get him to finish too. “You’ve got another one in you, c’mon love,” You whined but nodded, the familiar sensation already tightening in the pit of your stomach. Again the three of them encouraged you, John wrapping his hand around your waist to find your clit, Brian reaching under you to squeeze your breast as his other hand came down on your arse again. They gave you no option but to cum, shivering between them. Finally Roger let go too, moaning into your ear as he filled you up.

It took a moment to disentangle everyone, John being careful not to go too fast and hurt you, but finally you were able to collapse together, sweaty and panting, spread out over the room. “So, cheered up now?” Brian asked from where he’d lain down on the carpet You peered over the edge of the bed at him, “Think so. Thanks for that, it was fun.” “Any time, love,” Roger chuckled from the end of the bed, patting your knee, “and I mean that.” “I’m not you groupie anymore,” “Never said you were,” “Then what?” “What Rog means,” John cut in from where he’d spread out on you window seat, “is that if you ever need cheering up or to let out some frustrations, we’re here. We’re happy to help,” “Does your help always involve a gangbang?” “Not always,” Brian laughed. “Well, a lot of the time,” Roger added with a wink. “I’ll keep it in mind,” you chuckled, “I’ll have to face my family at some point and there’s a high chance I’ll leave upset and frustrated so, we’ll see. Wonder how Freddie’s getting on with those calls.” “I’ll go give him a ring and find out,” Roger said, half groaning as he stood and stretched. He didn’t bother grabbing any of his discarded clothes before he left. “I’ll take Rog his pants,” John sighed as he got up and replaced his own underwear, exiting the room with an eyeroll, Roger’s underwear pinched between his thumb and pointer. “And I’ll...stay here?” Brian said, “unless you need anything?” “Nah, I’m going to jump in the shower. Let the other two know that’s where I am, would you?” “If you’re doing that, can I have the bed?” “Sure Bri,” you laughed, “as long as you promise to change the sheets when you wake up.”

#my writing #my fics #queen fanfic #queen smut #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #brian may x reader #brian may smut #john deacon x reader #john deacon smut

[kays-gmm-fanblog]

Okay so I really don't want to be writing my dissertation right now. Instead I decided to distract myself by doing one of those "characters from a series as experiences I've had" fillables with the mythical crew. Let me know if there's any of the extended crew you want to see, I'm stalling very hard, lol

So here we have it, the mythical crew has embarrassing and/or funny experiences in my life:

Link: Mixing up my words and telling a friend that he shouldn't start a podcast because we don't need more mediocre straight white men talking about music when I really meant we don't need any more straight white men talking about mediocre music.

Rhett: Responding to a conservative colleague starting a meeting by saying "Let us pray" with "Well I'm out" and walking out of the room. I stopped to refill my coffee before I came back and then took a seat like nothing had happened.

Stevie: Taking a shot every time I talked about how gay I was while watching Birds of Prey and accidentally ending up wasted on a Tuesday night.

Chase: Being the only person who showed up to work on Halloween in a costume and attending all of my meetings in black lipstick, a cloak, and a 2 ft tall witches hat.

Josh: Inventing pizza nachos, where you just dump marinara sauce, mozzarella cheese, and black olives on your leftover tortilla chips from mexican food the night before.

Emily: Getting followed around downtown Indianapolis when I was a 14-year-old by a creepy dude in an all-white three-piece suit and only getting away because I yelled "Why don't you go and fry some fucking chicken, Colonel Sanders" and ducked into a woman's restroom in a department store.

Nicole: Insisting to my best friend that I needed to be the hottest person with strep throat at CVS as I put on my eyeliner with 102° fever to go pick up my antibiotics.

Trevor: Getting separated from my family at the grocery store and returning to them with an armful of tiny pumpkins that I insisted we needed to buy because I had adopted them all.

Vee: Baking a homemade lemon tart for my colleagues at work only to watch in horror as they descended on it like ravenous dogs rather than civilized people.

[navyhyuck]

*threatening pulls a massive cartoon-style whack-a-mole hammer out of my back pocket* i’m ready to smack some manners into that anon istg. i hope you don’t take their words seriously vee, you create beautiful works and you enchant me with your storytelling every!! single!! time i read something of yours. your stories are far beyond mediocre and i adore the way you write 💕

hi bri :( it’s difficult to say that i haven’t been taking the words to heart considering i get so much of this all the time and it’s just...annoying :/ i’ve even considered leaving just because i’m so tired of people hating me every time i post something or talk about the lack of feedback i get on my work :/ but thank you <3 i’m very happy you think otherwise :(

#asks #bri 🧚🏻‍♀️ #moots 🍉

[sylvianneliu-blog]

“The real tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich.”

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME:  Sylvianne Manon Besnier-Liu PRONUNCIATION:  Sill vEE Ann /  M AE - n oh / Ben Yay / l ee uu  (This looks ridiculous but it’s what google told me, I’m not a linguIST oK) NICKNAME(S): Sylv, Sylvie, Vivi, Sylvester BIRTH DATE:  May 22 1997 AGE: 21 ZODIAC: Gemini GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: She/Her SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  Biromantic Bisexual NATIONALITY: Belgian  MAJOR: Art History EXTRACURRICULARS: Debate team, Young Ambassadors Organization and Borderless World Volunteers

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Brussels, Belgium FATHER:  Nicolas Liu MOTHER: Christiane Besnier SIBLING(S):  None. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES:  Granddaughter of Andre Besnier. ARRESTS?: There was that one time in Monaco.. .. . 

OCCUPATION & INCOME

SPENDING HABITS: Sylv’s never looked at a price tag in her life. She’s got expensive taste, which reflects in the way that she runs through money. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Her Bugatti Veyron has the highest monetary value of all of her possessions, but an item that is the irreplaceable to her is the offer from her mother on her eighteenth birthday-- a seat at the table and a majority share in Lactalis when she wished to take it on. The offer is something she’s yet to take on, but of all the riches her parents have provided, this strikes her as the most generous.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

TALENTS: She’s remarkably observant for a self-obsessed being, picking out things in other people that others often pass over. Sylv has an affinity for picking out the best colour combinations, can recite the alphabet backwards and forwards without hesitation, and can apply lipstick while driving her car and updating her Snapchat. (Though, arguably, this is the reason that most of her vehicles end up with their front ends smashed in.) LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: German, French, English, Flemish (Dutch)-- all fluent, though her writing in German and Dutch is mediocre. She’s also trying to learn Mandarin, but so far progress has been slow and dreadful. DRIVE?:  It took three tries, but Sylvianne managed to become internationally licensed. She’s a terrible driver regardless, and has murdered several nice cars as a result of careless driving. RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes, but she learned mostly for the Instagram pictures of romantically riding a bike through Amsterdam. SWIM?: Like a fish. She’s an excellent swimmer and grew up on a steady diet of vacations to the south of France to play in the sun and waters. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: Her mother insisted that she learned and instrument, and while she’s not very good at it, she can perform a handful of songs on the piano as a party trick. PLAY CHESS?: That’s an old people game. TIE A TIE?: Yes, and her former boyfriends are all in debt to her for it.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Adrianne Ho GLASSES/CONTACTS?: Nope, this bitch sees 20/20 DOMINANT HAND: Right HEIGHT: 5′9 TATTOOS: A drunk tattoo on her deep lower back that she’s definitely booked to get lasered off. PEIRCINGS: Just her ears. When she was in highschool she had multiple in her lobes, but has since let them grow in. MARKS/SCARS: Nothing remarkable. NOTABLE FEATURES: Her brow game is StrONG CLOTHING STYLE: She’s a clotheshorse. Her favourite clothes tend to be in blacks and reds, and she prefers to carefully tailored pieces to the trendy, label scarred items that are often seen by other influencers. Often caught wearing vintage Mugler and dressing up beyond an occasion demands, Sylv values style over everything else.

PSYCHOLOGY

MBTI TYPE: ESTP MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral TEMPERAMENT: Choleric  MENTAL HEALTH: Honestly? Decent. Considering the harrowing events of last year, she’s been doing pretty well in keeping herself in check and grounded. ADDICTION(S): Cigarettes, but she’s in denial that she’s actually addicted. DRUG USE: Sylv’s a snowbunny, but other than that she keeps her habits lowkey. She’ll indulge socially, though. ALCOHOL USE: Drinking is just part of life!!! PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: She’d never express it physically, but Sylv’s temper is very short. She’s prone to anger-- but it gets expressed in cruelty rather than violence.

FAVORITES

ANIMAL: Black panthers. BOOK: White Oleander by Janet Fitch. COLOR: Red. FOOD: Speculaas cookies, bonus points if they’re dipped in dark chocolate. MOVIE: Gone with the Wind MUSICAL ARTIST: Charlotte Cardin QUOTE/SAYING: The wolf howled under the leaves / And spit out the prettiest feathers /Of his meal of fowl: / Like him I consume myself. - Rimbaud SCENT: Philosykos by Diptyque, she’s likened it to her signature, dabbing it onto her pulse points and spritzing it onto her jackets and coats. SPORT: Soccer (Vive les bleus!) VACATION DESTINATION: Of all the places in the world, she has the most warm memories of trips spent in Lyon and Nice, but she also has a deep love for the Maldives.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: Her biggest aspiration is to join the league of legendary, iconic women. Sylvianne wishes to be immortalized, to have a chunk of glory that is hers forever. Her mother is a powerful woman and she wishes to inherit what she has created, and then surpass her. GREATEST FEAR: Falling into irrelevancy, or losing the beauty that makes her so. Her entire personality is wrapped around the way that she looks, to suddenly lose that would strip her of her identity. BIGGEST SECRET:  OLD DEAD FRED and also a high school nose job. TOP PRIORITIES: To get away with murder and to look good doing it.

#augustinetask #about

[didacticon]

“bite your teeth into the ass of life and drag it to you!” . 📺✍️🥔🍅🌶🍋🥑🍓🥗🥖🍳🍪🍰👩🏻‍🍳👨🏻‍🍳 . . #TVConcept #scriptidea #showbible #Winterwick @winterwick.college . This ep is an homage to Big Night (1996) & to food. Maybe I can get @andrewcotto to write the script or develop the characters. The film Big Night was shot in #KeyportNJ on the #JerseyShore. . . The Arcuri brothers were bankrupt after their small boutique Irestaurant on the Jersey Shore failed. They were from Calabria, coming to NJ in 2000 after being perplexed, repulsed, & fascinated with the early Sopranos. One brother was a culinary genius, while the other handled the business side…and was very protective of his brother. The President of the College loved their restaurant & was frustrated with the contract with #Sodexo. So, the President decided to give the Arcuris the foodservice contract, which was a bit of a leap of faith. . Recent reports came out that student meals at @wellesleycollege averaged out to $12 with a mandatory dining plan. While upscale and full of choices, the President thought the Arcuris could do better. . The College had several cafés, a pub, and an automat throughout its various buildings. The offerings were mediocre & the students were clamoring for Starbucks that would take their meal plans & a revamping of the dining hall that served up vats of institutional food. Landing the contract was easy compared to executing on a scale they weren’t prepared for. They felt over their heads. The brothers started to bicker… . “Look. I’m not going to argue about this. We need to come up with menus under budget, perfect them, & be ready by September.” . “What the f*ck is this? What is this vee-gan? What is this gluten free? These kids. I’ll tell you what they need with their fast foodstuffs & bad complexions. They need the glutton free diet.” . Songs on @Spotify #playlist #spotifyplaylist: @dumbogetsmad #AmericanDay . #linkinbio Link in bio. . #manhattan# #manhattannyc #manhattannewyork #ny #nyc #newyork #newyorkcity #newyorknewyork #newyork_instagram #HellsKitchen #hellskitchenNYC #jerseyshore #newjersey #keansburg #hellskitchenmanhattan #lofi #lofifilter #inkwell (at Jersey Shore, NJ) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3N3W3_lZa-/?igshid=3lyeo2nf0av3

#tvconcept #scriptidea #showbible #winterwick #keyportnj #jerseyshore #sodexo #playlist #spotifyplaylist #americanday #linkinbio #manhattan #manhattannyc #manhattannewyork #ny #nyc #newyork #newyorkcity #newyorknewyork #newyork_instagram #hellskitchen #hellskitchennyc #newjersey #keansburg #hellskitchenmanhattan #lofi #lofifilter #inkwell

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Vee... I saw your pinned post and I had some thoughts I need to share...

1. You are NOT a mediocre writer. Could a mediocre writer elicit the following reactions from me in just ONE piece of writing: (the answer is no)

2. Your writing has introduced me to fandoms I never previously would have read for - Batfam, The Punisher, Bucky etc etc etc.

3. I can empathise 100000% with how you're feeling. Being part of a now very small fandom has meant that I get very few interactions on my work and that has been just one of many reasons why I don't write much anymore.

4. Whatever you decide to do and whatever you might write in the future, I will eat it up. I'm sorry I haven't been as interactive on here as I have in the past, but I will always support you ❤️

5. (Not so much related to your original post, but it needs to be said) You are THE MOST wonderful and supportive friend. I hope you know how grateful I am to have met you and I love you!

🥺💕😊💗😘💖🥰

It always makes me so happy to hear my fics introduced people to fandoms they hadn't gotten into before. And it's also such an honor you give them a try despite the fact you have no previous knowledge/interest in those fandoms. So thank you for giving reading those fics any way 💖

While it makes perfect sense, I hate that those who write for small fandoms get overlooked. You are such an amazing writer who always manages to hook me immediately in your stories/worlds, regardless if they are one-shot drabbles or entire series. And I cannot thank you enough for sharing your work and for feeding those small fandoms that otherwise get often forgotten 💕

Thank you and you know the same goes for me with your writing. And you give me such constant love and support off tumblr, please don't feel bad about not interacting as much here. And to that point, I'm not trying to point fingers or "blame" individual people. We all have lives outside tumblr/fanfic and I never expect people to read or interact with every post I make. It's just when you have 2k followers on your blog and struggle to get more than two or three people (usually the same ones) interacting, that's where I'm just confused.

I am so grateful every single day that I met you and we became friends. You have made the last two years (give or take a few weeks) of my life so much better just by being a part of it and I love you 💕

#thanks! #friend ask #so kind

[dominavontana]

New Moon in Leo - Eclipses - #13Mantras and #kinkylove #recovery

Ok I wasted enough time looking for that one GD perfect picture that would complete this blog to my heart's content - but later...for that...I guess. This one will do tho - Durga (Maa) is a bad ass. She slays demons and upholds moral order. And rides a lion. I dig. Sometimes we are meant to not find the thing we want so we can find the thing we need. 

So here we are again, dear hearts. It's the midst of Leo season. Well, actually the very beginning - zero degrees to be exact, and for those of you who do not know that's basically the most important/powerful point that can be occupied by a season, planet, moment, etc.

Why is this significant? Well because after about 15 years of sitting at this laptop creating fabulous content but with little intent I have figured out there are really only two times I write/post - when I'm experiencing PMS or a Leo transit. Like this one, like this Leo transit, that also happens to include two complete eclipses. Praise Be. Praise Be I'm on this side of the world aka Japan and not that one aka America where the solar eclipse will literally pass over the entire country. No, I ain't trying to be that pagan about it - also another reason I ran to Japan. 

So here's what's happening - slavee has been sober nearly 9 months. The joy in my heart right now, the gratitude, the trepidation, the faith? Cannot be accurately expressed. My baby was barely 21 when I met him. In a few months he will be 30. I have watched him grow from a boy into a man, from a victim to a champion, from an addict to a human, from a friend, to my enemy and finally my husband. And I have watched myself as a Mistress, a friend and a wife do one very important thing - I have released all the codependent tendencies in my life. I am free of the need, once and for all, to please. Oh what, you thought all doms were selfish cunts? I wish, I wish that were true. It's more true that that paradigm is in reality turned on its head and good dominants are some of the most emotionally and mentally exploited folks in the scene. Yea, that. I could have continued my life, unexamined, and functioned well enough. But the trials and tribulations my husbands trauma and subsequent disease put us through gave me the painful opportunity to truly, deeply and madly look at my own self. And only after looking into the heart of the darkness was I able to find total and complete freedom from my own painful, addiction riddled past (my dad died from the disease). In short, my husband saved me from mediocrity. And to a dominant Goddess who values beauty, raw honesty and efficiency there is no greater gift.  

So continuing onward - my husband, my slave, my soulmate is alive. This was something I was not always able to take for granted. There were moments I witnessed death rapping at his door. There were moments I looked at him and said, "The disease is winning, if you want to live you must fight for your life." But he is alive, and he is sober and soon he will join me here, on the other side of the world. And besides riding his perfect cock until it is sore my first agenda is rope, rope and more rope. It has always been slavee's fantasy to experience predicament bondage. I thought I could bottom for rope but alas I was wrong, wrong, wrong. I attended a phenomenon rope dojo last month in Tokyo. I spent exactly 20 minutes in the ropes and a week later work in the middle of the night - every nerve on fire where every fiber of the rope had touched my skin. Thus I am cursed and slavee is blessed that I must relinquish any desire I might have to be inside the ropes (I kinda already knew this) and dedicate my focus to developing the skills of a badass fulltime rope top. 

So yes - Leo season. Last summer I wrote the first draft of my manuscript. That too was during a Leo season. I was alone, at the farm in West Virginia and I spent hours everyday doing it. I'm alone again, in Japan, alone for the first time in Japan. My kinky sidekick @kiarrith took a plane home last week after 5 fucking fabulous weeks together that we shared in my new life here. Now...it's just moi. A few weeks ago, the manuscript started to creep back up on me. It was like a glowing energy growing slowly on the horizon. I know it's time to dive back into her again but GD I hate looking at my own work. It. Makes. Me. Feel. So. Uncomfortable. I'm also experimenting with total sobriety and a new workout routine so all of this adulting is just...adulting. I came to Japan to get serious, and boy have I. This former wake and bake babe hasn't hit the stuff in mooonths and I've never been really good at drinking or interested in much else (too scary, something called acid? are you fucking kidding me? no thanks). But I digress...

So here I am in Japan, being all serious, loving this new life even if I must love it differently than my former one. A time, a season, for everything. I like this new season. The thrills are different. So are the people. The subtly and nuance is enough to make one paranoid - or hyper successful. Today I look again at this manuscript - for the first time since I finished it last summer. I don't have children. My message to the world is my child. It's almost time to give birth and set her loose upon the world. Because what you don't need is another tell all, salacious memoir that exploits stigma for a paycheck. But what I can give you, my people, is the lessons I've learned from it aaalll. From being queer, from being a sex worker, from being a Goddess, from being a drag queen, from being a Dominatrix, from being a preacher's daughter, from marrying my slave, from from from from...

Wisdom. That is what makes the world worth going round. Well that and love. Money and sex may MAKE the world go round sure, but hey, that's not a bad thing either.

Hugs. Kisses. Miss Vee

[kacxacanchoke]

vee el dee was successful because it required its fanbase do the hard lifting, to make things satisfying where they failed because they were mediocre writers. why did every single season outside of s1 end up with some writing a fix it fic of it? why do you think that was? it’s because they have no idea on how to write something well.

[kotsuvi]

WHAT THE HQ BOYS ARE LIKE DURING THANKSGIVING/FRIENDSGIVING

a/n: okay this is kinda a take on canadian/american thanksgiving—yanno with all the pumpkin pie and the turkeys and the fall colours? i just thought it would be kind of cute.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking for some

KARASUNO

daichi: told-no, COMMANDED asahi and suga to wear fall colours. like seriously wore the brown khakis with the orange sweater and little socks with turkeys on them. it’s at his house, so he insisted that suga and asahi arrive early and sit at the table together, just to make the other guests feel bad about not being dressed up. yells at the guests to stop touching his family’s ornaments and paintings. gets kita to help babysit.

suga: was actually going to dress up anyway, so he took it as the perfect chance to wear his turkey knit sweater. it has tiny little turkeys all over it like it’s so fuckin cute. lowwwwkeyyyy makes daichi blush when he sees him but like we’re not gonna talk about it. brings a delicious fruit salad that’s eaten almost singlehandedly by lev and hinata.

asahi: panics because he doesn’t have a lot of nice things to wear. like FREAKS OUT in front of his closet, close to tears. legit settles on a tan shirt, brown pants and black boots with a slight heel. definitely gets teased by tendou about keeping the beard. “keeping it intact,” he replies. brings cabbage rolls. also brings brownies, and has to fight the urge to eat them all on the way over.

nishinoya: arrives slightly late, but worth the wait. busts through the door screaming about how hungry he is. doesn’t take of his shoes in the house so he trails mud EVERYWHERE. also sneaks in a couple bottles of cider. he’s been thinking about this feast for days, and he just can’t wait. talks with his mouth full of food. probably spits mashed potatos on akaashi at some point. gets drunk off of his secret cider and asks iwa if he likes being second best to oikawa.

tanaka: arrives shortly after noya, despite saeko speeding to get there. you can literally hear him talking from ten houses away. argues with bokuto over stupid things; ends up nearly starting a food fight. eats with his fingers, literally no utensils, and doesn’t use a napkin. secretly grossing everyone out. thinks that he can win a turkey eating contest, but daichi shuts him down before he can get started. is DEDICATED to the kareoke. even sings a song for kiyoko.

hinata: so incredibly excited to eat. this kid could not SLEEP he was so excited. gets cursed with sitting next to ushiwaka and tendou, who bully him about his hair being thanksgiving colours year-round. budges everyone in line for the food. of course daichi then makes him go last. yells at kageyama for getting the best part of the turkey: the skin. atsumu tells him that ginger beer is a new type of “delicious juice” and he drinks it all, nearly throwing up afterwards. lowkey got flustered when tanaka was singing britney spears.

kageyama: tells everyone that he doesn’t want to go, but is actually extremely excited as well. for some reason he snoops through daichi’s house while everyone is eating? he just wants to take a look around, and then suddenly he’s in daichi’s parents’ bathroom, inspecting shampoo labels. literally doesn’t eat sitting still either. he just stands behind his chair? oikawa starts a rumour that he can’t sit because he has hemorrhoids, and kags responds by throwing his drink in oiks’ face. that really starts a riot. really he just wants to be standing so he can run to the kitchen and get more food in an emergency.

tsukishima: brings his headphones just in case he’s stuck next to bokuto or someone really loud and obnoxious. of course he is. bokuto AND tanaka. everyone tries to coax him into kareoke after the meal, and he declines, but really wants to prove to kuroo that he is the most angelic singer there. “accidentally” tips his drink into bokuto’s lap, but the guy is so busy yelling at tanaka that he doesn’t even notice, so tsukki tips another. goes on his phone at the table. tells tadashi to get all his meals for him because he doesn’t want to stand in line.

tadashi: goes through one (1) mental breakdown when he’s seated beside aone instead of tsukki. pours WAAAAAAY too much gravy on his meal because he’s just so nervous. like literally SWAMPS his turkey and vegetables. his mom forced him to bring a green bean casserole. he doesn’t even like casserole. sits across from oikawa and this mans won’t stop asking for photos of him and iwa, so tadashi is tasked with that for the night. offers to help daichi with the dishes afterwards. gets awarded with an extra slice of pumpkin pie.

saeko: handed her cider to noya beforehand because she just knew that daichi would check her at the door. she gets drunk halfway through anyway. challenges iwa to an arm wrestling competition. winner gets the losers pumpkin pie with EXTRA whipped cream. the sexual tension skyrockets. she wins but accidentally shoves iwa’s fist into akaashi’s cranberry sauce. gets scolded by daichi MULTIPLE times. too drunk to care.

kiyoko: also came over early. made butternut squash that is to die for. helps set up even though she knows that it’s just going to become a mess. keeps track of the points for kareoke. may or may not have given tanaka extra points for singing “i’m a slave 4 u” by britney spears.

yachi: of COURSE this girl has to sit between aone and ushiwaka. of course it works like that. and chicky is terrified. spills her drink on the nice tablecloth and pleads for kiyoko and daichi to spare her life. thinks that the kareoke is too loud. nearly craps her pants when bokuto jumps up on the table. brings glazed donuts for dessert.

coach ukai: daichi invited him just to be polite but then he??? ended up??? coming??? literally shocked everyone into the sixth dimension. says he isnt going to stay for long, but mans is there the WHOLE night. busts out with some MR. WORLDWIDE;)))!!

AOBAJOHSAI

oikawa: his one mission was to be best dressed, and judging by the appalled look on daichi’s face when he first entered, he succeeded. this mans wont shut up either, and even tho everyone yells at him, they’re actually invested in his stories. he tells a whole bunch from middle school and his earliest volleyball memories, and everyone??? likes it??? they’re intrigued the whole time. goshiki and lev listen extra hard. mans wants pictures as well. he needs to show his fans that he does actually have friends. of course he gets the photos before kags dumps the drink on his head, and then he goes feral. teases iwa about the second best comment, but apologizes to him after, assuring that iwa is an amazing ace.

iwa: only went there for oiks. the mans had plans with his family, but he knew that it meant a lot to oikawa, so he showed up. literally goes into a FIT of rage when he loses the armwrestling match, then further infuriated with noya’s comment. chases the kid around the table. nearly knocks out his teeth by tripping into a cabinet. leaves early after throwing a temper tantrum, then receives a formal apology from both oikawa and daichi later on.

matsukawa: i just know this mans smokes at family functions, so what’s stopping him from getting high at friendsgiving? of course he only smokes a lil, just enough to get a good buzz, because he wants to still be respectful. offers to refill drinks when he gets his own. helps pack up the leftovers. tries desperately to catch iwa as he chases noya around, but doesn’t succeed. he can’t really feel his fingers or his face, so he doesn’t smile or laugh like... the whole night.

hanamaki: maybe sneaks out to join mattsun. maybe. no, definitely. and he’s not used to it, so you BET this man is trippin. he tries his best to hide it, but of course suga can tell. he confuses cranberry sauce with champagne, so he literally drinks the damn sauce from a wine glass the whole night. oikawa certainly has pictures for the next morning to prove it too. 

kyoutani: doesnt get invited to a ton of things, but he decided to go to this. brings a pumpkin, which is nice, but daichi is like wtf am i meant to do with this??? but it’s a nice gesture. tries to engage in the conversation between the twins, but only gets frustrated when he can’t hear. threatens to flip the table once. cant find the bathroom and ends up taking a piss in the yard.

NEKOMA

kuroo: the one with the kareoke machine. absolutely did not tell daichi he was bringing it, but then pulls it inside. “get a load of this bad boy!!!” “kuroo what the hell is this???” i just know that everyone wants to sit beside this man at the table. he’s cracking jokes and people are straining to hear. it’s a match between him and oiks: who’s telling the better story? also won’t leave. like it’s 2am and he’s still there, swaying alongside bokuto and coach, singing early 2000’s nelly furtado.

kenma: KUROO AND HINATA CONVINCED HIM TO DYE THE TIPS OF HIS HAIR ORANGE. he HATES it. buttttt he’s keeping it even though people tell him he’s a hinata wannabe. “but why would i want to be like shoyo?” “hey kenma that’s not very nice!!” definitely plays games at the table. doesn’t even try to hide it. gets gravy on his switch and uses lev’s shirt as a napkin.

lev: this man has enough food on his plate to feed a small village. like deadass, he doesn’t slow his eating for a BREATH. he didn’t eat the whole day just so he could be extra hungry. like 3/4 of the spread is on his plate. also like cant fit his legs under the table, so he has to eat with his chair super far away. of course this man is going to be dropping food on the floor. literally has a hole in his chin because the gravy keeps dripping out whenever he speaks.

yaku: brings champagne because it’s “an exciting night”. lowkey freaks people out with how quickly he can down a bottle. has a small amount of chicken and turkey, LARGE amount of potatos, but then as many slices of pie as he can. like legit the pieces stack up on his plate. he scolds lev for making a mess, but literally litters crumbs all over the table.

FUKURODANI

bokuto: thinks that lev and him are participating in an eating contest, even tho lev has no idea what’s going on. of course this man brought his own liquor. he knows it’s time to party. legit as soon as he’s finished eating he’s busting open the bottle. towards the end of the night he’s actually dancing on the table, narrowly missing the forks and knives. daichi, suga and kita try their very best to control him, but he’s in his element. legit was throwing it back to kuroo singing “uptown girl”.

akaashi: also brought champagne but drinks it in a fancy glass. legit with the pinky up like royalty. comes in the cutest little fall knit sweater. does NOT participate in kareoke but hums along to the songs he knows. quietly makes bets with kenma on who is going to win, and he gets a couple of victories off of goshiki. also offers to do the dishes, but unlike tadashi, he doesn’t get another slice of pie because yaku ate it all. also brings daichi a card signed by him and bokuto. he’s very thankful. (sweet bb)

SHIRITORIZAWA

ushiwaka: there is no way this man isn’t excited. tbh he didn’t even think he’d get invited, and he actually ALMOST smiled when daichi offered. mans shows up in a turtleneck. TURTLENECK. legit wearing a rolex. why does he have drip? he’s got drip. for a big dude he doesn’t eat very much. threatens atsumu with his life if he ever DARES to shake salt in his champagne again. cracks a plate from gripping it too hard while waiting in line for the dessert. he’s excited, okay?

tendou: wears something weird. like a headbands with a candelabra on it or a giant turkey broach. brings a whole jug of orange juice for himself, and you bet that he finishes it within the first fifteen minutes. honestly, he probably dips his cabbage roll into the drink. also starts a conga line around the table while goshiki is singing. semi dares him to taste some of daichi’s dish soap, and of course he does it.

goshiki: NEVER HAS ANYONE EVER SEEN THIS MAN SO EXCITED. practically bouncing off the walls. eats way too fast. slips in the kitchen trying to get to the sink because he started choking on a green bean. becomes mesmerized by saeko and insists that he’s going to become the world’s best kareoke singer. picks every song about love. okay sam smith. tries to get suna to participate but receives a look that could kill. gets scared after that, but it motivates him to sing even better.

semi: practically skips the meal and goes straight for dessert. gets a harsh scolding from daichi but he doesn’t care. “accidentally” brings up the fact that ushiwaka cuts his food weirdly because he’s left handed. the whole table goes silent. semi passes away.

INARIZAKI

atsumu: literally just went to cause trouble. was he even invited? nobody knows. osamu was, but him? well. gets drunk within the first hour. tricks hinata into trying a bunch of kita’s disgusting ginger beers. constantly kicks samu under the table. throws a shoe across the room when daichi doesn’t let him have another drink. he’s loud. VERY loud. swears far too much and violently compliments daichi on the food. “this food is so fuckin good like hella delicious, i fuckin love thanksgiving! this is the shit!!”, “atsumu your brother made all the food”, “what”

osamu: just there for the food. literally made 3/4 of the dishes, including the turkey. makes fun of daichi for being the host and literally not making any of the food. “that’s embarrassing”, but really he offered to do it waaaaay before. constantly tells atsumu he has food in his teeth. over-salts suna’s turkey just because he feels like it. he’s the dude that encourages makki to drink the cranberry sauce. offers to help vacuum the floor clean of noya’s mess, but daichi is SO done with atsumu that samu just leaves early, dragging his brother with him.

suna: catches tendou drinking the dish soap. he’s not surprised. doesn’t say anything, just nods and walks away. legit doesn’t say anything to anyone tho. like mans shows up, eats and dips. has a one two conversation with ukai about court shoes, and then he’s gone. texts daichi later and thanks him, which is extremely shocking but daichi thinks it’s really nice.

kita: hates gatherings. i know this man just despises the loud and rowdy behaviour. puts mad dog in a headlock when the dude tries to fight kageyama over the turkey skin. eats and leaves zero mess. dabs at the corners of his mouth with napkin. washes his hands before and after everything. i just KNOW he’s polite too, but really gives it to semi when he mentions ushiwaka’s left handed eating. other:

OTHERS

aone: dresses cute. gets complimented by hinata and cant stop thinking about it for the rest of the night. like lev, he eats enough to feed a small town but makes sure everyone else goes before him at dessert time. tells yachi that he loves the donuts.

terushima: definitely wasn’t invited but heard through the grapevine. shows up with one plate of cookies and a violent growling stomach. immediately takes to the kareoke, even before dinner is over. randomly bursts into song halfway through his second plate of green bean casserole. thinks that singing louder = singing better.

sakusa: clearly doesn’t want to be there. brings his own food and his own drink, but doesn’t hesitate to down a bottle of noya’s cider. complains about how close hinata is sitting is sitting to him, and then pulls out a ruler for emphasis. “whoa! where did that come from??” “get away from me.”

#this was fun #i always love writing/reading these for tendou #haikyuu #haikyuu hc #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!! #hq #hq hc #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfiction #headcanon #haikyuu headcanon #haikyuu headcanons #vee's mediocre writing

[toosoberfortheinternet-blog]

A boring ass start to a boring ass blog

Warning to all readers, the blog articles i do a strictly to help me better myself and therefore will not be centred around entertainment so may come off as lacklustre. Another warning: While I’ll try and make most articles after this light hearted this one is to basically get my arse up and actually do shit so will be kinda annoying to read. With that said lets dive in (cliche I know)

I’d recently watched a video from Gary Vee titled “advice every 20 year old needs to hear” and it basically just illuminated all the bullshit and self masturbation I did to myself to get out of actually doing work and becoming the person I wanted to be. So the following is going to be a list of things I want to achieve and how I’m gonna work towards that.

Playing a semi-professional sport   Got into the boat a bit late but I want to become way more athletic than I am now. I want to jump higher, look bigger, and run faster. The main drive for this is because I want to get into Basketball, get better at rugby, and become one of the better sprinters in my local club. All in all I hope to play semi-professional collegiate sports in America so it stands to reason that I need to get better. That starts with me buying an OTA program I just got specifically for those things which I want to run WITHOUT FAIL for the next 3 months. Hope it works.

Getting into uni in America  This is a big topic that I’ll probs discuss in another blog post the main thing stopping me here is grades. Simple solution: pick up the fucking revision. And I can’t make excuses, I just need to do the hours or not go to bed. Its simple. Plus I need to cultivate a love of learning like I did when I was younger.  

Enhance my social life I just feel that recently in terms of having fun and connecting with people I feel a bit mediocre. All my friends now are great but I wish I could branch out and meet new people and such, especially with girls as I haven’t really talked to many since coming to uni. I’m gonna be enforce RSD nations advice on general PU and getting social circles and then using Mark manson’s advice to connect deeper with people 

Self awareness and being more light hearted This is the tricky one. I have to be more aware of how my emotions are affecting what I do from day to day and not make excuses to stop me from grinding out work. But I also want to be self amused and not take things to seriously. This is gonna be hard to implement but I’ve decided that I’d probably have to firstly start doing morning and evening routines to help with this like dynamic and passive meditation. Also blogging will I hope help.

Well that’s about it really, this article was a little tame but it had to be written down. Hopefully you derived some enjoyment form and stick around to maybe see my writing get from kinda shit to mediocre

Peace out