#yes it is an addiction SUSAN

[sparkles-oflight]

Did I just spend the last 2 hours drawing a cute Jance interaction from yesterday's gig? Maybe. Is it finished? Nope. Do I have assignments pendent? Absolutely

#i gave in #I haven't drawn in so long #3 weeks I believe #i was dying #ans seeing so many cool pictures and drawings made me want to draw so badly #yes it is an addiction SUSAN #joker out #jance #joker out jan #joker out nace #jan peteh #nace jordan

[englishboylover]

pevensies and coffee, let's go!

peter : only drinks coffee in the morning. because he is a literal freaky morning person, he has a lot of free time in the mornings until his work/school starts so he sits in a silent room with his coffee and book, likes the peaceful feeling of it. once he spilled his coffee on his book and he screamed so hard that he woke everyone up at 5 a.m, they thought he had been shot.

prefers black coffee, does not like anything else in it. i know you are shocked.

susan : only drinks coffee in necessary situations. sometimes she studies so hard that she needs energy that's when she drinks coffee, especially when she has exams and needs to stay awake the whole night. otherwise coffee only distracts her so she does not like it, there should not be anything around her when she is studying.

also prefers black coffee but sometimes she adds a little bit milk in it.

edmund : is a literal coffee addicted. can't even think without it and often pretends like his life depends on it. has a hundred type of mugs because he is too lazy to wash them. always checks if there is coffee left at home and if not, he screams dramatically and threatens to kill peter if he drinks his coffee again. his score is two hours without coffee and he's proud of his success.

can drink any type of coffee but his favourite is mix of black coffee, milk and milk foam.

lucy : does and will not understand the idea of drinking black coffee, she hates it. she does not go any near peter or susan when they drink black coffee because all she can smell is caffeine, not coffee. edmund often makes different coffees for her and she loves to try them but never finishes. because she gets easily bored, she does not have a favourite.

will definitely add anything that would make her coffee sweeter but then it gives her nausea and she hates it and starts to complain, but she is cute while doing it so it's okay.

#yes im a coffee addicted what about it #what are you gonna do about it #huh? #pevensie siblings #the pevensies #pevensie headcanons #peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #high king peter #high king peter the magnificent #king edmund the just #king peter the magnificent #queen susan the gentle #queen lucy the valiant #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #incorrect narnia quotes #narnia incorrect quotes #narnia #tcon #my writing

[ivyblossom]

That thing where I feel like I'm going to have to write fanfiction again

This is a weird one. I just want to say it somewhere, so that I've said it somewhere, but I realize there's there's one person who actually cares about this and she already knows, so. This is just for me, I guess.

Fifteen years ago, I wrote most of a Narnia fic. It pairs of Edmund Pevensie and Bacchus, aka Dionysus, the ancient Greek god of grapes, wine and uninhibited ecstasy. Also theatre. I know, that's a bit weird. Is Bacchus even in the Narnia stories? (Yes, he is. He even has lines!) Why on earth am I pairing him up with Edmund, who is 10 when we first meet him?

It's all the weird memory tricks, I'm a sucker for those. The Pevensies forget about England because they stay so long in Narnia and stop thinking about England, and they can (and do) forget about Narnia if they stay in England too long and don't think about Narnia enough (poor Susan), and I find that really interesting. It offers up so many nooks and crannies to stick story in. They grow up and become adults in Narnia, but are required to forget most of it in order to return to build children in England.

And come on: is Bacchus not also very obviously the god of Narnian orgies? I mean, yes. Clearly. He's also Aslan's default caterer and water-into-wine head tech. If you need buildings destroyed and bullies turned into trees and/or pigs, Bacchus is your guy. He's not big on wearing clothes, and according to Edmund, he's incredibly beautiful and extremely dangerous. Edmund is only 10 when we first meet him, sure, but he grows up, reverse ages, and then starts to grow up again. Bacchus throws them a G-rated orgy in Prince Caspian. There's love there.

Hasn't Edmund suffered enough? Yes, he got addicted to the Turkish Delight that time, but he'd been struggling and was being bullied, he was carrying a lot of self-hatred and shame, give a kid a break. He did get himself heroically killed putting it right, only to be healed physically and psychologically by Santa Claus's magic healing cordial, as one does. Doesn't Edmund deserve a cute immortal boyfriend with quirky friends and a serious green thumb who grows his own grapes, makes his own wine, can manipulate and control the desires of everyone around him like conducting an orchestra, and who will love him until the end of time? There aren't many humans in Narnia, why not hook up with the god of uninhibited ecstasy? I mean, he's right there.

Anyway. It was fifteen years ago.

I wrote 3/4ths of it, I had one part left to go to finish it, I had an idea about what how it would end, but for some reason I never wrote the ending. I don't remember why. So it's been sitting there unfinished since 2009.

And in the last few weeks I started thinking about it again. I had an idea about that ending. I couldn't remember if this idea I was toying with was my original concluding idea or not, it's been that long, but I liked the idea, and I thought, you know, I should write that idea in as the last part and finally finish that thing.

And then I read what I'd written. And a) 15 years is a long time and I have so many criticisms, I was clearly in love with the sound of my own voice (uh...nothing's changed there I guess?), b) I wrote the thing in such a way to exclude my new idea, so apparently that wasn't my original plan, but c) yeah, I should have written this thing properly the first time around. And now I have 104 more ideas and I love them all, so.

I think I have to rewrite it. Or, I suppose, just write another one and replace it? I dunno. Just playing it out now.

I think I'm going to write it. Is this an active fandom? I don't think so. I don't care. This love story needs to be told. Edmund deserves this.

#fanfiction #narnia #Edmund/Bacchus #it's never too late right?

[raven-the-claw]

A Complete Guide To Chaotic Academia

bc its my fav aesthetic and there is not enough content about it

Outfits

most people say that chaotic academia is just dark academia but a little bit more messy, and, well, chaotic. the truth is, chaotic academia is A LOT more messy than dark academia. you can still use dark academia as kind of a "base", but you are going to replace your blazers with flannels, your turtlenecks with tshirts. as for pants, you can go with litteraly anything: cigarette pants, tailored trousers, ripped-up jeans or normal black leggings. i personally really ike ripped up overalls bc they give that "i dont really give a damn, im so misunderstood, my parents didnt love me, im a crazy lonely introverted teenage child" vibe...idk. whatever you wear, make sure you feel comfortable in it! even tho in chaotic academia there are almost no rules at all, here are some things that might help you!

colours: any earthy tones are fine, brown, caramel, dark green, dark red, white, etc etc

fictional characters that might inspire you:

-remus lupin

- any dpc character

- jess mariano

- sydney novak

accesories: flannels (a personal fav + they make even the most boring fit look better), cardigans, converse (bonus points if you draw/write on them or if you have them laced in a weird way), bracelets or necklaces that mean something to you, harry potter back packs, tote bags...

hairstyles: whatever you want, just make sure your hair is ALWAYS messy, looking like you just fucking woke up

Activities and Traits

ok now we're getting to the actually important part bc (repeat after me): chaotic academia is not about how you look, its about how you live and how you act. so here r some thing that might help:

- annotating books with the most unhinged random thoughts

- learning poetry or speeches word for word but not remembering most of the things for school

- studying in the (school) library and being besties with the librarian (optional)

- leaving notes (on trees, mailboxes or library books) for strangers to find

- "studying while listening to classical music" and then instead of studying you end up agressivly mouthing your favorite song

- im sure yall already heard this one, but yes, swearing and slag while discussing deep academic topics is incredibly important

- speaking of important topics: posting something important on social media knowing no one will read it

- doodles on your hands 24/7 (NO SUSAN, I DONT GIVE A DAMN THAT ITS BAD FOR MY SKIN)

- sarcasm. a lot.

- random thoughts

- random quotes

- knowing a ton of conspiracy theories that you dont even beileve in by heart

- listening to all different types of podcasts

- one day reading the classics, the next ya fantasy and day after that ao3 smut

- multifandom, multishipper

- tea/coffee addiction

- adding b.c. to todays date when writing it in school

- random thoughts and the weirdest annotations in your school notebooks, especially the classes that you find boring

- "going to the bathroom" and then spending half of your math class drawing/reading/smoking/crying/thinking/whatever the fuck you wanna do there bc ur tired of everything

- stealing random stuff from stores (tho it is not encouraged blah blah blah)

- watching gilmore girls every fall

- telling people ur favorite colour is green even tho it isnt just to let them know that ur gay

- reading in class, on breaks, at home, parks, meetings, aethletic events, and generally all the fucking time

- doing (mostly) everything last minute

- bad at photography, but you enjoy it

- cold tea my beloved

- wearing one item every day: it can either be a necklace, a flannel, a bracelet, a badge, headphones, earrings etc etc

- extremely messy handwriting, always writing with black pen

- crying at least once a day, but only when ur alone, being super emotional but never showing it

- hobbies include reading, screaming in your pillow, learning unique languages that you will probably never use, rewatching dead poets society, harry potter, enola holmes, end of the fucking world and gilmore girls

- massive bookworm, reads all the time, always has a book with them

- skipping class, not that often tho

- 💫anger issues💫

- hyperactive and lazy at the same time

- uses big words but makes fun of other people when they do it

- writes (rebellious) book quotes everywhere, every single one of their notebooks had IF WE BURN, YOU BURN WITH US written in them lol

- random useless powerpoints

- analysing taylor swift's folklore and evermore instead of sheakspeare because its just better

- retired almost-emo, had a phase when they wore black and acted all mysterious but were never really emo i cant explain it

- likes mcr. this one speaks for itself.

- gay and sad. no explanation needed.

Books, Movies and Music

Books:

- Harry Potter by you know who (WE DONT SUPPORT HER THO)

- The Secret History by Donna Tartt

- Night School by CJ Daugherty (is that how u spell it lol)

- The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

- Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

- Emma by Jane Austen

- Hamlet by Do I Really Need To Say Who

- The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

- The Picture of Dorain Gray by Oscar Wilde

- Frankenstein by Marry Shelley

Movies/TV Shows

- end of the fucking world

- heartstopper

- harry potter

- enola holmes

- dead poets society

- gilmore girls

- httyd (no kidding lol)

im not really a film girlie so if yall have any recs please lmk

Music:

- Mother Mother

- Taylor Swift (obviously)

- Lana Del Slay

- Conan Gray

- Olivia Rodrigo

- My Chemical Romance

- Lovejoy

- Bowie

- Queen

- Radiohead

- Björk

- Those random Disney songs i know you scream to at 3am

also whoever sings the IMJUSTATEENAGEDIRTBAGBAABBYY song

here is my playlist if yall wanna listen to it

hope that helps lol

#chaotic academia #academia aesthetic #light academia #dark academia #jess mariano #dead poets society #dead gay wizards #why is everyone dead help #gay and sad #books #fanfiction #remus lupin #wolfstar #anti jkr #Spotify

[hirik0]

In his shadow

Young Price/Nik | inspired by tweet

Price POV

Jonathan Price Jr. always stands in the gigantic shadow of his father. Coronel John Price Sr. was hard on his soilder and even hader on his only son. Being the best was never good enough and Mrs Price did as her husband told her. It was a shitty childhood filled with the feeling of being unloved, unwanted and to do as you're told. Price and his sisters just followed the rules, the punishment for breaking them was not worth it. They all learned that sooner or later. His older Sister Hannah run away with a significant older man at 17 and never heared of again, his younger sister Susane is struggling with addiction since shes 15 and he was forced to enlist at 18. And all the time he is still in the shadow of his father. If he exalted it is nothing special because he is Coronel Price son if he failed he was told they expected more of Coronel Price son. He could not win. It was the same when he joined the SAS even if he gave 250% its expected from him. He worked himself to the bone and slowly starts to crawl out of the shadow his father is casting over him. First he hated his current CO, but now he's grateful to not get any special treatment anymore. If he performed good he got praise if he performed bad he got criticism like another member of the squad. At the beginning being treated like everyone else felt like being treated worse even if it always was all he ever wanted. He slowly became his own person for the first time in his life things finally start looking good, that's till Nikolai is entering his life. Well Nik fall, literally fall in his life and is a pain in Price ass ever since.

Sergeant John Price is hiding behind some bushes looking out if unwanted visitors are aproaching the target zone. His squad the Hell Hounds under Captain Jones is trying to find some important intel from a weapon dealers house at the Rusian-Polish border. He heard yelling getting louder through the open window from the second floor. Someone is running he hears the person getting closer and closer to the window, foot steps loudly echoing through the hallway, but its a dead end. Who ever is this stupid idiot running for his life jumps out of the window, hoping to land in the thorn bushes under the window. He hears the voice of a young man cursing before a weight is landing on him. His face is pressed against a bunch of rocks and he hears his nose break, the air brutally pressed out of his lungs. "Ah thanks", the young man says in russian when he gets up before dashing over towards the woods, running for his life. Angry screams from the window yelled at the young man Price just stays as still as possible, while blood is running out of his nose. By dumb luck the man who is screaming death threats is not looking down. "This is Bravo-4 looks like some was here before us", Lieutenant MacMiller says over radio. "Please repeat Bravo-4." The gears in Price head are turning, the man that jumped out the window, can he be the thief? "We are to late Bravo-0, the files are gone." It a gamble the angry screaming from the second floor ended a while ago, but that's had not to mean anything, also his job is it to make sure they get out here alive. "This Bravo-7 a few minutes ago a the possible thief run past my position towards the forest.", Price reports keeping some details to himself. "How long ago, Bravo-7?" "3-4 minutes." "Is the road clear?" "Yes Sir." "Go get him Junior. Bravo 3 and 4 also move to the forest" Price hates beeing called Junior but he he's on his feet running behind the assumed thief.

Who ever the guy is he clearly is unexperienced, getting on his track with no problem. The trace of stomped down flowers and farns, pieces of cloths on bushes made Price job easy. And soon he sees the back of them man. He has black hair, that is nearly shoulder long. He's wearing cloths to look like the personel of the arms dealers so he could blend in with out problem, maybe not such a bloddy amateur. Price gets closer and closer and the guy looks over his shoulder giving him a big grin. The look in his eyes seems to challenge him 'catch me if you can'. He can already touch the back of the jacket with his fingertips when the man suddenly takes a hard right, Price is sliding a bit over the floor before he is on course again. His lungs and legs are buring, having trouble to breath with his bleading nose. The Russian is trying to take a hard left but Price is able to ram in him they both fall on the hard forest floor. They tumble for a while, angry Russian and English curses echoing throughthe forest. Price gets a elbow to his face, against his nose, the pain making Price pull back a bit by instinkt. The Russian uses this to crawl away and trying to get on his feet again so Price can to pull him back by his ankle. They roll over the floor fighting each other for a while. During their fight the ear piece falls out of Price ear, so he dint hear the others asking for his postion. Price needs his whole body weight to keep the thief down so he can put the earpiece back in. Price pins the arms over the captives head, sitting on his lower stomach, they are facing each other. Both panting heavily blood running down both their faces. Price now having additional to his broken nose a bleeding eye brow, the Russian had a heavy bleeding lip and will get a big black eye. They angrily stare each other down. "You know normally I get diner first before I let people do this with me", the man says winking at Price. "Usally I do the pinning down, it's a interesting change." Price mouth is dropping open, he is speechless his russian is just good enough to understand what the man said based on context. "Bravo-7 what your status, we are on your track", it sound over the radio but Price is still to shocked to answer. The guy head buds him and against his nose again, but Price grip on him stays strong. "Motherfucker", Price curses in pain. "Who do you work for?", the Russian asks. "Who do you work for?", Price asks back in broken Russian. The Russian thinks a bit trying to figure out his accent. "British, huh?", the Russian states confused Price stays silent.

Bravo-4 is the first to get to them. His Lieutenant claps him on the shoulder as a good job. "Bravo-3 reached Junior and the target, turn right where we split up." "Understood." Price hates beeing called Junior, he is the youngest team member, but thats not why they call him that. They call him Junior because of his fucking father. The Prisoner watches Price reaction intresstet looking for a way to hopefully get out of the mess he got himself into. Even if the young Russian don't have what they look for he still has possibel information they need. They restrain their prisoner waiting for information about exfile. Bravo-3 patches both if them up, getting nearly bitten by their prisoner as a thanks. Besides this the Russian Price asumes is around the same age as him so 28ish. They ignore him way more worried about someone else also tracking their prisinor in this forest. They left so many traces behind a bloddy child could track them down. The silence is tense "This Bravo-0 exfile in 3 hours at point gamma." "Understood Bravo-0, see you there." They would have to walk rather fast to get to point gamma in time, it's the furthest West of the 4 exfile locations. The walk should take them this long and it's not like the prisoner is slowing them down on purpose he simply can't keep up their speed. Even Price struggels to keep up, because breathing his heard with a nose filled with dried blood. But he is to stuborn to be the reason they miss exfile and likely stay the night right in enemy territory. They maybe would have need 2 hours for this way with out him, now they only have half an hour left for still a 4th of the way to go. Bravo-4 throws the young Russian over his shoulder simply because they are faster this way. Angry russian curses are spat at him, but Bravo-4 seems to think they are funny. "I like this one Price, good catch." "Thanks Sir." Price would love if they didn't had to carry him with them. They didn't even check if he even has the documents, at least he will have some sort of useful information. They barely reach exfile on time. They basically throw the prisoner in the helicopter before climbing in themselves. "So that our thief?", Bravo-2 ask curios. "Gave Price a good fight", Bravo-3 sniggers, causing Price to roll his eye and their prisinor to smirk. So he does understand alteat a littel bit English.

#call of duty #nikolai cod #nikprice #nik/price #young nik #young price #john price

[why-what-no]

Fine Line

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Addiction, Swearing

Notes: Yes, I know I just posted this same fic, but I’m experimenting with new design formats for my fics and I’m too tired to write something new.

Summary: Relapsing after 2 month of sobriety, the first thing (Y/N) can think of doing is go directly to their boyfriend, who only wants to help them (Based on the song Fine Line by Harry Styles)

Just once, had been their thought process as they eyed the powder. It's fine, I really just need this, I need to feel it.

The guilt clawed at (Y/N) as they stumbled down the street. The euphoric joy was fading and was being replaced by a drugged haze and feelings of self-loathing and guilt. They had been clean, they had been fine.

Until hours earlier, when they couldn't take it anymore and broke open their hidden stash. It helped them for a little while, before they realized what what they had done.

Realized that they had thrown two months of sobriety down the drain. Their longest time sober yet.

It had led to (Y/N) stumbling down the streets until they arrived at their boyfriend's home. They didn't know how he would react, the darkness in their brain telling them that Billy would be furious. There was a fine line between love and hate, and they were terrified that their actions would make him cross it.

But they still wanted to see him, they needed it.

***

Billy heard a knock on the door as he was working out. His father and Susan were out for dinner, Max was out with her friends. He had called (Y/N) a few hours earlier to come over, but hadn't got a response.

But as he opened the door, his partner was there. "Hey-" he said, but they just pushed passed him, standing in the middle of the room. That worried him, worried him just as much as the jittery way they were moving.

"I called you earlier." He said, cautiously approaching them. "Are you alright?"

(Y/N) laughed nervously, further proving his hypothesis that something was wrong. "I'm fine, honest Billy. Healthy as a horse." But they weren't looking at him in the eye, and they sounded too positive.

"(Y/N)." He could hear the concern in his own voice. "Why didn't you call me?" Maybe they would answer that questions.

But... "I just wasn't there... I mean, I was there but I wasn't... there." They trailed off vaguely, sounding oddly defensive.

A realization hit Billy.

He took a deep breath, hoping that he wasn't right. "Babe, did you take something?" He knew about (Y/N)'s addiction, thought that they had gotten better.

"It was just a couple of lines and..."

"A couple?!"

They stepped back, just as a pit was forming in his stomach. "I'm sorry! Don't yell at me!" They said, even though he had barely raised his voice. "I'm fine, see?" They gestured. "I'm sorry, okay? But like..."

"(Y/N)." Billy muttered, worry in his voice. (Y/N) practically wilted at that tone. They knew that he had been so proud of them for quitting. They had done it for him, but Billy hadn't had to deal with a relapse yet. He had hoped that it wouldn't happen, and after 2 months of sobriety he had been lulled into a false sense of security.

But now they were in from of him, and he was so scared that he was about to loose them. "I'm not angry at you." He sighed, not wanting to fight with them, it wouldn't lead to anything good. Instead, he pulled them closer to him, telling himself that as long as (Y/N) was next to him, he could keep them safe. "It's not your fault. It's that goddamn fucking drug.

He loved them, he really did. But he could feel the disappointment bubbling inside of him. He tried to push down it down. It was his primary reaction after the worry and fear, but he knew it would be useless. It wouldn't help to situation and he know it wasn't really their fault.

They sniffed against him, holding onto his shirt. "It is, though. It's me. I did this."

"No, you didn't." He hoped that his voice would sooth them. "You're just sick, it's just your brain."

They shook their head against him, but was beginning to breath normally.

"You're fine." He whispered to them. "You're alright. We'll be alright."

He lowered the both of them to the floor, cradling his love in his arms. Trying to stay patient, he traced patterns over their back.

They didn't speak for a while, but after a few moments he finally heard their voice, still raspy from crying. "I don't think I can get better."

Those words broke his heart, and he tried to stifle his own tears. "You can, I'll help you. Okay, sunshine? I'm going to help you get better. I'm not going to let you do this alone."

He made that promise to them, to himself.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #my fics #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things billy #billy hargrove angst #billy hargove x reader #stranger things x reader #harry smut #fine line harry styles

[hydrangea-bouquet]

Would the Narnia characters be on tumblr?

Peter

No. Peter Pevensie has never and will never know of tumblr because he is a magnificently well-adjusted human being. The only social media he is aware of is Facebook and Instagram.

Susan

She used to be on tumblr, specifically on the aesthetic-and-sad-prose side of tumblr. Susan was your og tumblr hipster. Definitely has a drawn-moustache-on-index-finger selfie buried deep down somewhere. She made a galaxy diy shoes once.

(She also used to have a keep calm and carry on banner in her bedroom but she will deny it until the day she dies.)

Susan has long since left tumblr and she is barely active on social media these days, only occasionally posting a picture on Instagram or getting roped into a TikTok trend by Corin. She still rocks a fishtail braid from time to time though.

Edmund

He wasn't, but he is now. He used to make fun of Lucy for being on the fandom side of tumblr, but the quarantine and the tumblr memes he found on Instagram explore persuaded him to make one in secret. He is now addicted. Unknowingly, Lucy is one of his mutuals and they ship the same unhinged crack pairing.

Lucy

Yes. Totally. 100%.

Lucy is your tumblr elder, she's been here since the start of tumblr civilization, she was here during tumblr Renaissance Era of SuperWhoLock domination, and she will be here when tumblr reaches its end. If tumblr had a million users, Lucy is one of them. If it only had one user, then Lucy is the only one there. If it had zero user, then it means Lucy Pevensie is dead, buried, and there is no internet access in the afterlife.

Lucy still religiously uses Supernatural gifs as reaction because Lucy Pevensie never forgets her roots (and because Supernatural has reaction gifs for everything).

Lucy is also active on fandom twitter.

Caspian

He made a tumblr account once because he wanted to look at ship (actual ship, not fandom ship) arts and he must have an account to explore more. Caspian has long since forgotten of its existence.

Eustace

No. Eustace is anti social media. He doesn't want the government to spy on him. He only has LinkedIn for 'professional purposes'.

(and also a secret twitter account he uses to have anonymous internet fights.)

Jill

Yes. But she only uses it a normal amount, which is only barely, two times a week at most. She is a twitter girly who migrated because of you-know-who.

Corin

No. He is a devout Gen Z TikTok user.

Cor/Shasta

No. Social media confuses him and he is barely able to manage his own Instagram account. Every time he hears about a new social media he dies a little more inside. (Just how many more of these things do you need?! -Cor, inwardly).

Aravis

Yes. She is a new user though. Lucy helped her to get one and they both follow each other. Aravis' tumblr is full of movie scenes and Kate Sharma edits.

Trumpkin

No. He thinks social media is ridiculous.

Trufflehunter

No, unfortunately. But Trufflehunter is a very famous baking influencer on every other platform.

Mr. Tumnus

Yes. He is your favourite tumblr professional writer.

Jadis

She used to have one until she got banned. You guess why.

#narnia #tcon #the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #caspian #aravis #cor #shasta #corin #narnia modern headcanon #jadis the white witch #mr tumnus #trumpkin

[growing-up-crumplebottom]

Chapter 22 - Turning Over A New Leaf

Agnes continued to make good on her pledge to change: that Tuesday she set about volunteering and donated money, as well as visiting her newest relatives, babies Christopher and Mimi Goth (yes, the Goths had been busy) with a huge teddy bear. Agnes was clearly on her best behaviour, as she didn’t even warn Mortimer about the dangers of canoodling further or make a sarcastic comment about their very ugly new dog.

She even bought her great niece Violet a violin on her way home… although something tells me she might regret that…

Tristan was deep in the grip of his addiction. Leon became worried when all Tristan would talk about was grilled cheese, and he ate 10 grilled cheese sandwiches in a row… and he began to put on a serious amount of weight…

When Agnes was helping Trina put up wanted posters for Nanny Susan that evening, the pair discussed their strange neighbours the Blacks. Trina revealed her deep hatred and distrust of Leon. She asked Agnes if she thought the Blacks could have been involved in Toby and Tate’s disappearance.

Agnes looked from side to side to ensure no one could overhear, then she divulged to Trina all she knew about the Black’s illegal business activities, and handed over to her the bulging dossier of evidence she had gathered…

#simblr #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #the sims community #agnes crumplebottom #sims 4 #sims 4 soap opera #the sims 4 #sims soap opera #ts4

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Not you reposting the Sarge and lil Mama hcs cause goodness gracious God Almighty do I now have thots in my sinner's noggin.

so we gotta know that just cause this man's gotten hitched? Doesn't mean every woman who looks into his sleepy eyes and at his pouty lips stops proclaiming he's the Lord's gift to women. He's just now wrapped in shiny paper that their daddies approve of

and Elaine coming to Germany, distracting Elvis from hosting his parties, making him uninterested in anything except fuckin another baby into his pretty little wife? It makes the women that giggled and fluttered their lashes at pretty Elvis Presley downright mean to one Mrs. Elaine Presley. It was easy to ignore the ring on the man's finger, but when faced with her sweet temperment, tiny waist dressed to the nines? When faced with the ring on her finger? Oh, they've got a target.

Elvis? Elvis doesn't notice, because half the time he's doing maneuvers and the other half he's sweatin out a drug addiction like a whore in church. So when he's coming down the stairs into the little soiree that his wife is hosting and hears "Oh, there's some dust on this sill! It must be difficult keeping up with the housework when you've got children underfoot," and "My, your husband commented on my figure once--such a shame that you're losing yours to that new babe," and further titters, he's bout ready to brawl, even his mama did raise him right.

and then he hears Elaine, gentle and sweet as a honey-soaked knife: "Oh, my husband, he missed me so much, Doris. Sometimes he distracts me, you know, and I take my wifely duties very seriously. My Elvis has promised me a whole baseball team, and he's taken that very seriously, too. Graceland, our home back in Memphis--so beautiful, really Susan, you should see it--is so big we certainly have enough rooms for it. I always wanted a large family, and so has my husband. Do you think we should hire staff, like we do at Graceland? This house isn't nearly as sprawling, but if I'm in the family way I get ever so tired sometimes. I must have missed that sill. We do have a wonderful garden back home, too, oh but I'm so sorry I'm rambling, ain't I?"

Elvis is... Elvis has to sit down on the stairs for a minute because the blood rushes from one head to the other. Where did this little straight razor totin woman come from? His wife is normally so sweet he tastes cotton candy when she's about. He has to adjust himself in the slacks you pressed into perfection so lovingly, nearly weepy with this sudden desire he as to see.

And he goes down the stairs, cock a bar down his pantleg, to find his wife in all her glory: perfect pin curls, gentle smile, hands wrapped delicately around a tea cup like she hasn't just verbally slapped both the women across from her with such viciousness he thinks he'll find someone else. No, it's you: because this is one of the things he missed, being gone on tour and then off to Germany. This is the you in your feminine circle, and he comes round the settee to sit with his wife in a trance, looking at you like he's seen the face of God in your smile. Because that's his wife, lordy.

Oh lawd you get it, you’ve totally hit on what will be the challenge for most of her life but particularly her early marriage. And the notion that her cordial verbal incineration makes him downright weepy for her?! Oh my gosh I cannot, yes yes yes but it’s just too hot 🤯

#love notes #prompts

[punkitt-is-here]

will some base SMBX sound effects be changed? if not that's okay!! but i have SMBX engraved on my mind so bad it kinda makes it sound off

but that's just me!! me and my addiction to SMBX!!

Based to have an SMBX addiction but yes they will be changed! Susan will be a straight up overhaul of the entire engine aesthetically so basically nothing will remain of the Mario roots.

#my posts #asks #anon #Susan Taxpayer

[mack-anthology-mp3]

13 Most Beautiful: Songs for Andy Warhol's Screen Tests - Dean and Britta 2010

One of my close friends and bandmates lent me her cd of this album (yes we swap cd, we are music nerds) and I was immediately entranced by it. It has the feel of the Velvet Underground in a way that seems to be equal parts homage and worship without being a direct carbon copy, in some parts sounding very 90s in a way I can;t quite put my finger on - it definitely does not sound like 2010 I'll tell you that.

Andy Warhol's Screen Tests were another one of his wacky little film ideas, which boiled down to 'put person in front of camera, push record on camera'. Pretty much everyone in the Factory, and most visitors, everyone from Edie Sedgwick through Mama Cass through Gerard Malanga through Bob Dylan through Salvador Dalí, was... subjected to one of these. All are shot in black and white, and they generally last for three minutes, though are played slowed down.

Dean and Britta were approached to make music accompanying 13 of the screen tests for a movie (which regrettably at time of writing I have not seen, will watch soon and update this when I have) and accompanying soundtrack. Each song is specific to a person, and the second disc (of the cd at least) is seven alternate versions/remixes, which I actually like better in some cases, although I did just read an article (from popmatters) saying that indeed some of the mixes, specifically Sonic Boom's, work better as standalone music that the versions that do go with the movie. They certainly do have a hypnotic quality to them. That there are 13 songs is significant - Warhol had two exhibitions called '13 Most Beautiful Men / Women'.

The songs are -

Silver Factory Theme (Billy Name)

I'll Keep It With Mine (Nico)

Not A Young Man Anymore (Lou Reed)

I Found It Not So (Mary Woronov)

It Don't Rain In Beverly Hills (Edie Sedgwick)

Incandescent Innocent (Freddy Herko)

International Velvet Redux (Susan Bottomley)

Teenage Lightning and Lonely Highways (Paul America)

Herringbone Tweed (Dennis Hopper)

Richard Rheem Theme (Richard Rheem)

Knives From Bavaria (Jane Holzer)

Eyes In My Smoke (Ingrid Superstar)

Ann Buchanan Theme (Ann Buchanan)

And you will not believe how much googling I just did to figure all that out.

Silver Factory of course refers to the period where the Factory was wallpapered in tinfoil. I'll Keep It With Mine is a non-album Dylan song covered by Nico. Not A Young Man Anymore is a Velvet Underground rare song convered so convincingly by Dean Wareham that I thought for a moment it *was* the VU on the recording - classic mid-sixties garage rock sound giving the indie treatment. It Don't Rain In Beverly Hills / no matter what they say / the pain never washes away is probably the most Edie Sedgwick song out there, beating even Patti Smith's Poppies, which was written for her. Teenage Lightning and Lonely Highways could fit nearly any teen road trip movie, and has definite fictional 1950s vibes, perfectly fitting a guy nicknamed Paul America. Knives From Bavaria is delightfully nonsensical and I have no idea what it has to do with Jane Holzer or her teeth brushing but it's a cool little song anyways.n

This album has a deep sense of sadness to it, despite the generally upbeat vibes. Maybe it's cause we know that so many of the superstars died young, or had a lot of bad stuff happen to them, struggled with addiction, or just that they are a footnote in history. Maybe it's because they stare at you, or avert their eyes, from the depths of time and the screen tests. Because, for a lot of us on here reading this, some of the people who this music was written for died before our parents were born. Some of the songs are genuinely tragic, and like the superstars themselves, the facade of glitter and beauty lies thin over emotion. The Factory and the people in it were some of the defining points of the sixties, and yet listening to this music, watching the screen tests, can at times fell like being let in on a secret about their lives.

I really love this album, and though I don't know it particularly well, it has a profound impact on me and I will be listening to some of the songs on this for a very long time.

#13 most beautiful #dean and britta #andy warhol #screen test #experimental film #nico #lou reed #edie sedgwick #album #velvet underground #music recommendation #cds

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Think mspec sapphics can't: use butch/femme, reclaim the d-slur, use the ⚢ symbol, call themselves lesbians

Think that fiction can't or doesn’t affect reality (It indeed can)

Teeth divider by @mmadeinheavenn

#temporary pinned #about #dni #byf #byf/dni #system #plural #queer system #autistic system #did system #neurodivergent system #traumagenic system #traumagenic

[thequeerdungeonfanfiction]

Broken Routine

I’m playing with writing styles. This isn’t my norm, so it might not continue like this, if it continues.  Either way--enjoy! Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington World: A/B/O Note: Italics means dialogue, depending on the situation.

Wake Up - 5:00AM.

Start the coffee. Listen to it drip and gurgle. Float in the aroma of cheap coffee beans and count the equally cheap tiles until the sound of his father’s door creaks open.

Yes, sir. No, sir. 

Tread lightly because there are only so many split lips and bruises he can shrug off in practice. Hold his hand out. Accept the pills and the lecture of how disappointing he is for presenting the way he did. Yes, sir. Swallow the pills dry and only leave the room when he’s dismissed to make sure Max is up, as a responsible brother should.

Snarl through her door about getting the fuck up because they can’t be late, barely flinch when the sound of something hits the wood. Look back at the kitchen. Maybe he didn’t hear. Maybe he didn’t notice–

He did.

Fuck.

So much for showing up without another busted mouth.

Susan is asleep. She worked the night shift. Doesn’t he have any respect? Yes, sir, no, sir. The familiar burn of a backhand, Neil’s military ring, anger bubbling under his skin.

You’re almost of age, son–

Panic. Nausea.

What am I going to do with you–

Swallow blood. Don’t spit it on the floor.

Maybe the highest bidder. That’s all you’re good for.

Anger draining into fear, full body chills, disbelief.

I have friends, William, who would pay a pretty penny for you.

Swallow bile, the urge to vomit. Yes, sir, no, sir. A flash of red–Max is ready to go to school. His only saving grace.

Get out of my sight.

Get out of the house. Don’t run. Predators chase prey that run. Turn the engine over. Blast Black Sabbath. 

What was Neil talking about–

Shut the fuck up, Maxine. It’s none of your business.

If she’s lucky, she’ll present alpha.

No pills. No hiding. No flinching whenever an alpha gets too close.

No fronting to ensure staying hidden.

Park. Get out. Listen to Max bitch about having to board over to the middle school. Flip her off.

Catch sight of Steve Harrington–resident alpha shoved off his throne.

Winter. Pine. A bonfire. 

Addictive. Dizzying. 

Off limits.

Off limits.

Tell his instincts that.

Sneer. Front. Grin at the mild look of disgust on Harrington’s face.

Off. Limits.

Keep looking, Harrington. You’ll never get a piece of this.

Not even if you were an omega, Hargrove.

Cackle. Ignore the pit of oil and anger churning in his gut.

Lick his teeth, step close, secretly breathe in Harrington’s scent. Drown in it. Keep it for later.

Maybe steal a sweater, if he can, for his isolated heats in his military-esque bedroom.

If I was an omega, Harrington? I wouldn’t fuck a has been.

A flash of hurt, then disgust again. 

Twist on his heel. Walk away.

Harrington must be in a mood. Billy stumbles back, surprised by the yank on his jacket. Turns so their faces are close, breaths mingling, eyes nearly level.

King Steve, huh–

Definitely a mood. Billy hits the ground, his breath spilling out of him. Tastes more blood. Spits it out instead of swallowing. Harrington steps close, leans down. Billy twists, tries to roll to his feet, grunts when Harrington’s hand shoves to his chest and pins him to the ground.

If you aren’t an omega, Hargrove, what’s that scent coming off of you?

Pills. Did he check the pills? The grooves? The numbers?

Would his father actually–

Sugar pills? How long?

Panic.

We need to get you out of here. Harrington, local fucking hero, golden babysitter, goody two-shoes.

Sneer. Throw a punch, awkward from the ground. Harrington catches it, shoves his arm down.

You smell like rosewater, Hargrove. Let’s go.

Neil’s threat, fresh in his mind. Of age. Highest bidder.

Hargrove.

Fear. Visceral.

Shit, we gotta get you outta here. Get up.

Get up. Get up. Get up.

Get up, boy.

He wouldn’t.

Neil would.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #a/b/o #harringrove

[puppetoffthehook]

How Billy met Sid

Trigger warnings: drug abuse, addiction, withdrawals, grooming, toxic relationship

There was a day when Billy was barely thirteen that his dad beat him a little worse than usual and the boy ran out of their home. He went for a walk by the beach, sniffling to himself and holding his arm. There was a group of people doing some kind of drug and one saw him walking by.

They offered him some. Said it would help his pain. He knew it was a bad idea but they said he could smoke it and he knows weed is a drug you smoke and it’s safer than other kinds. He thought of his father who would be pissed if he knew Billy even thought of it. So he said yes. It helped the pain, made it disappear in the moment. But when it all wore off there was this awful ache. He needed more to make the pain stop.

Billy started doing little odd jobs and spending the money on more heroin. Smoking it was the easiest and least noticeable way to use it. No one found out because no one paid attention to Billy Hargrove. A blessing and a fucking curse. He balanced it out by being otherwise healthy; healthy portions of food, working out. But when Max and Susan entered his life Billy knew he had to find a way to quit. That’s how he met Sid.

Sid was a young dealer; five months shy of eighteen when Billy was turning fifteen. The blonde boy made a comment on how he wished he could quit and Sid offered to help. Said he’d rather lose a customer than keep a kid addicted to shit that would kill him one day. They came up with times to meet and over spring break they began the process.

It was the worst pain of Billy’s life. It felt like his entire body was going to crack and fracture. His anxiety increased and it felt like he might go insane. The screaming seemed to only end when he passed out from the pain. Sid kept him hydrated and as fed as possible but food didn’t stick for more than five minutes and the vomiting kept him deliriously dehydrated.

Sid called him baby, sugar, angel, all sorts of sweet little names while petting Billy’s sweaty hair. The affection and caretaking led Billy to believe he was special to Sid and when he managed to survive the trial of kicking the addiction, of course he agreed to a date of two.

Sid told Billy he loved him when he took the younger boy’s virginity. Told him he’d love to keep him. Billy thought it was romantic. He never gave in to Sid’s requests for bondage but he often agreed to sex in general even when his anxiety was high. The drugs and all the beatings from his father led him to forgetting that not every bruise was from his dad. But it was fine; Sid at least says he loves him and he’s sorry when he hits Billy.

Neil finds out about Sid because a coworker of his sees Billy at the boardwalk with the definitely older boy and uses a payphone to let him know. He doesn’t even mean to be homophobic about it; he’s worried because the older boy has this possessive grip on Billy’s shoulder that rings up several red flags. Of course Neil finds them when Sid has Billy pinned on the sand kissing him hard, bruising, with a hand on Billy’s throat.

Billy pushes Sid off and tells him to run but Sid is already halfway down the stretch of beach. Neil beats his son half to death for being gay and stupid enough to get with a boy who’s eighteen when he’s barely sixteen. A boy who’s a known drug dealer. Billy spends a few weeks in the hospital in a medically induced coma. He had to warn the doctors to not give him morphine because he was fighting a heroin addiction.

After the hospital came the move and Billy has a romanticized version of Sid in his head. He doesn’t remember the bad shit or even some of the good. And he wasn’t in California to see the news when his ex was found guilty of murdering a boy who looked just like Billy.

#billy musings #headcanon #tw addiction #tw drugs #tw grooming #tw toxic relationship #tw withdrawal

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

Playlists??

@shychick-52 has been asking about this and @mars-wants-candy just reminded me to do it so here's some playlists ig- Constantly being updated tho.

Fenro-

True Love- P!nk F**kin' Perfect- P!nk Walk Me Home- P!nk Born to Be Yours- Kygo & Imagine Dragons Infinity- AJR Wow, I'm Not Crazy- AJR Not Losing You- Maddie Poppe Take It Out On You- Maddie Poppe Stand By You- Rachel Platten Love Like You- Rebecca Sugar In Case You Don't Live Forever- Ben Platt I Choose- Alessia Cara Follow You- Imagine Dragons Overthink- Addison Grace Kaleidoscope- A Great Big World One Step Ahead- A Great Big World First Aid Kit- Maddie Poppe Shooting at Myself- Keala Settle I Won't Say (I'm In Love)- Susan Egan, Cheryl Freeman, LaChanze, Vaneese Thomas & Lillias White Grow As We Go- Ben Platt Next To Me- Imagine Dragons Best of You- Andy Grammer Don't Give Up On Me- Andy Grammer I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)- This one's by the Proclaimers, but my favorite version that reminds me of them is the cover by Sleeping At Last Turning Page- Sleeping At Last Second Chances- Imagine Dragons

Mad Ducktor-

Feel Invincible- Skillet Machine- Imagine Dragons Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift you should see me in a crown- Billie Eilish Whatever It Takes- Imagine Dragons Cutthroat- Imagine Dragons Boss Bitch- Doja Cat (my FAVORITE song) Other Friends- Sarah Stiles All Eyes On Me- Or3o Battle Cry- Imagine Dragons Mad Hatter- Melanie Martinez I'm So Sorry- Imagine Dragons Open Up Your Eyes- Emily Blunt Bones- Imagine Dragons Twisted- MISSIO Blood // Water- grandson Castle- Halsey Control- Halsey Welcome to the Madhouse- Tones And I Enemy- Imagine Dragons & JID Rain- grandson & Jessie Reyez Queen of the Freaks- AViVA Believer- Imagine Dragons Help Me- Or3o Welcome Home- Or3o Right Now- Or3o (those last two are more Mads to Scrooge)

MDGyro-

Sweet but Psycho- Ava Max bury a friend- Billie Eilish If I Killed Someone for You- Alec Benjamin my strange addiction- Billie Eilish Grenade- Bruno Mars Kill of the Night- Gin Wingmore Partners in Crime- FINNEAS Boyfriend- Dove Cameron Dark Horse- yes, again, this one's by Katy Perry, but I prefer the cover by Sleeping At Last Boomerang- Imagine Dragons Beautiful Ghosts- Taylor Swift To You- Or3o Beautiful Trauma- P!nk

#sldfdsjkjs I ain't tagging all these artists #Gyro Gearloose #Fenton Crackshell Cabrera #Fenro #Mad Ducktor #MDGyro #Madro #Archimede Pitagorico #DuckTales #DuckTales 2017 #DT17 #Duckverse #Wacky's Soliloquies

[mermaidsirennikita]

Can you recommend any contemporary romance novels? Thank you!

For sure!

One of my favorite contemporary series I read this year was Kylie Scott's Stage Dive series, which I recommend reading in full and in order. It's about a rock band and the women who fall in love with the members of the band, basically.

Lick--hero is the guitarist/songwriter, heroine wakes up with no memory of the previous night in Vegas and oops they're married

Play--hero is the wacky drummer, begins fake dating the level-headed heroine For Reasons

Lead--hero is the lead singer, had biiig addiction issues and is the older brother of the hero of Lick; heroine is his sober companion/assistant, and the professional lines are.... blurred, to say the least

Deep--hero is the bass player, has been tempted by the little sister of book 2's heroine for a while even though there's an 8-year age gap and he's been instructed to... not touch her; one night later and whoops, she's pregnant

American Royalty by Tracey Livesay--pitched as "what if Prince Harry fell for Megan Thee Stallion", and it is, delightfully, hilariously, very heatedly that

The Brown Sisters Trilogy by Talia Hibbert--Very fun, very soft, very hot. Book 1 has chronic pain rep with the heroine and book 3 both leads on the spectrum. I believe the hero of book 2 has anxiety.

Heated Rivalry and The Long Game by Rachel Reid--Must be read in order, TLG is the direct sequel to HR and about the same couple. Ilya and Shane are super-hyped up arch rival hockey players, the best of the best. What nobody knows is that they've been hooking up in secret since their rookie season. It's basically charting their relationship going from pure sex to love. Heated Rivalry is easily one of my favorite reads this year, and TLG is a great followup. Super hot, super romantic, Shane and Ilya are PERFECT leads--very uptight meets wild, very carefree slutty one has a secret emotional side and reserved one has a secret risky side.

A Merry Little Meet Cute by Julie Murphy and Sierra Simone--A porn star is brought in last minute to star in a Christmas Hallmark-type movie, with the knowledge that her porn career must stay a secret. But oops, the male lead of the movie is a former boy bander she used to have a crush on, and he's been subscribed to her OnlyFans for YEARS. Very fun, hot, and Christmassy.

Kiss An Angel by Susan Elizabeth Phillips--A wild 90s-era contemporary. The heroine (spoiled little rich girl) and hero (surly alpha) are pushed into an arranged marriage by the heroine's father, and plan on getting it annulled in six months. But lol turns out he is part of a TRAVELING CIRCUS and she has to spend those six months working the circus with him. Truly wacky and fun, great grovel.

Nobody's Baby But Mine by Susan Elizabeth Phillips--Another insane 90s contemporary. Heroine is extremely smart (graduated college at 14 smart) and always felt alienated due to her brain and lack of social skills. She wants a baby, but she wants the baby to be kinda mid intelligence-wise, and figures she should get knocked up by a stupid man in order to have an average baby. She targets a dumbass NFL quarterback, and after some maneuvering, ends up pregnant with no intention of ever telling him. Except, oops, turns out he is actually VERY smart, and he finds out and forces her to marry him because no kid of his will be a bastard!!! Truly insane, and TW because she does poke holes in the condom the first go (which doesn't take). The second go, he's just like "what the fuck ever let's just do this" and foregoes the condom by choice.

The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl by Annika Martin--Heroine is desperate to make it through a trial period at her new job because she needs the signing bonus to pay off a loan shark her ex got into trouble with (yes). Her boss instructs her to arrange a wake-up-call service for the company's billionaire CEO, but she puts it off and fucks up, which leads her to pretend to be the service and call him herself. He loves her abrasive attitude, and eventually they start talking... and phone sex happens... And it goes on from there.

The Roommate by Rosie Danan--Uptight heroine moves to take a chance on living with the guy she's always been into, but he flakes out and goes on tour with his band, leaving her with a replacement roommate. Except, whoops, turns out the new roommate is a rather successful porn star, and she can't quite look away from his work.

Priest by Sierra Simone--Tyler Bell is a Catholic priest, and is happy with his lot in life until Poppy shows up at confession. She begins confessing her rather interesting past, leading to him getting hot and bothered and the two of them eventually connecting emotionally. This is an erotic romance, with unique uses of holy oil and altars. Also, it does discuss the sexual abuse of a character off-page--not either of the leads, but it's plot important.

Queen Move by Kennedy Ryan--Heroine and hero were childhood sweethearts until conflict between their parents drove them apart. Years later, heroine is a successful political consultant, and hero is a father getting out of a messy relationship. They swing back into each other's lives and begin to discover the secrets in their families' pasts together.

The Kiss Quotient Trilogy by Helen Hoang--Kicks off with The Kiss Quotient, which is about a heroine on the spectrum hiring a male escort to teach her how to be good at sex, as she feels her stiffness in bed is keeping her from getting a lasting relationship (which is what she feels her family wants for her). Each book features a hero or heroine on the spectrum, and a hero or heroine (or both) of Vietnamese descent. The author is both, to be clear.

From Lukov with Love by Mariana Zapata--Hero and heroine are figure skaters who hate each other. Heroine's career is on a downward trajectory, and she's given a surprising opportunity to team up with the hero.

#romance novel blogging