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house-of-lovin · 1 year

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legally binded

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: famous!reader, mentions of hard substances, intoxication, mature language, real people (do not read if any of these makes you uncomfortable)

Note: Wrote a quick one, I don't usually write about real people so (this is all fiction, don't take it seriously) Can you tell I'm procrastinating on my other WIPs.

Word Count: 2.1k+

“Blacking out at a strip club in Vegas, are you fucking serious?”

Jake, your manager’s voice thunders around the office.

You sink lower into the armchair, casting your eyes down – ashamed. From your peripheral, you can see Jake pacing up and down behind his desk and yanking at his tie; roughing up his usually neat-suited appearance.

“Is it bad?” You gather the courage to ask.

There was a lot of shit that Jake lets you get away with. He’s known since you were a young teen with starry-eyed dreams. Except, your dreams did come true. You were living it, working with respected directors and actors on prestigious sets and projects; it was a shot in the dark that you would ever become a working actor much less a critically-acclaimed one but Jake took a chance on you.

But no one had warned you just how much you had to give up in order to keep succeeding at your dream. Work breeds more work, is that what they say?

Well if that’s the case, it certainly felt like it. Since your first big break, you haven’t stopped working. Seemingly flying to every crevice of the Earth to show face at yet another event they had scheduled on your calendar.

You could barely name the day of the week.

Being in your teens in the public eye was not easy and it hasn’t gotten any easier as you entered your 20s. So they can sue you for trying to have some fun for once in your life. Granted, you may have gone overboard with it… that much you can own up to.

“Is it bad?” He scoffs, reiterating your question in a mocking tone and if it were anyone else you wouldn’t have been able to stave off your annoyance. “Try the end of times… you got locked up in jail. For possession of coke. You can imagine the headlines.”

You wince, clamping your eyes shut. Yeah, that is bad. “It wasn’t mine! It was–”

“Oh, I know whose it was!” Abruptly stopping, he swipes a finger in your direction shutting you up. “You and your little boy-toy can say goodbye to each other ‘til Liv and I fix this goddamn mess.”

“I didn’t know he had it on him, Jake. And he’s not my boy toy.” Your nose screws up in disgust.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. The media caught wind of your weekend away in Vegas with that singer. Did you really think no one would recognize you with a famous musician in a strip club? They have pictures of you in cuffs, Y/N – you’re lucky you didn’t get pressed with charges for drug possession.”

You hear the tired disappointment in Jake’s voice and feel guilt crawl around in your chest. No words seem to be good enough to fix the mess you created so you stay silent. You can add this to the list of headlines he has had to clean up recently. You keep your head down, like a petulant child called into the principal’s office – which in this situation, was an accurate comparison.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Y/N.” A higher-pitched voice echoes behind you and theoretically, if it were physically possible to pass through atoms, you’d be 6-feet under the Earth’s crust.

Far, far away from Liv.

“I already gave her the talk, Liv. We haven’t got the time. What’s the plan to fix this?” Jake crosses his arms, one elbow propped to hold his heavy head up. The bags under his eyes were a clear indication that like you, he also hasn’t slept since he bailed you out of Clark County Jail – a mere 10 hours ago.

All you knew is that you were waking up in a cold, dingy cell with a nasty hangover and an officer shouting from behind steel bars that someone had posted bail for you. Next thing you knew, you were being escorted out the side entrance of the building and into a blacked-out Escalade then driven to a private tarmac where a jet was waiting to take you back to Los Angeles.

Liv is also someone you accredit your success to. Jake and Liv are partners and often represent clients together. You liked to call them each other’s work husband/wife. Liv is a tough lady, only in her early 30s and already one of the most sought-after PR agents in Hollywood; has a boss-ass bitch attitude and a resting bitch face to match. Where Jake often played the good cop with you, Liv was guaranteed to be the complete opposite.

Liv rounds the desk, standing beside Jake. She was dressed in business casual clothes but her hair wasn’t done like it usually was – a sign she had rushed over here upon your arrival. Staring you down with a menacing glare before rolling her eyes. “You’re not gonna like it, but I don’t care because we’re way past doing things your way.”

You sit up, a little scared. Liv is not one to mess around with. If she says it’s something you won’t like, you might as well go dig up your own grave. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I have an idea as to how to get some heat off your shoulders. Just until the press can find something else to fuss over.” She waves with a hand, furiously typing on her phone.

You and Jake shared a look, waiting for her to continue.

“Well, are you going to tell us or not?” Jake huffs, throwing his hands in the air. Was he the only one in this damn room that felt like the sky was falling?

A knock interrupts before Liv can respond. “Hold that thought… Come in!” She holds a finger up, shoving her phone in her back pocket.

You turn around, curiosity getting the better of you. Only, it was Jake’s assistant popping her head in. “Sorry for interrupting, sir. I know you said not to disturb you unless it was urgent.”

Jake runs a tired hand on his face. “Just get to the point, Em.” He says, not unkindly.

“Miss Olivia’s guests are here for the meeting. I was wondering if I can let them in?” The young assistant says timidly. Anyone can feel the thick tension in the room. No doubt she also saw the headlines plastered all over the internet of your face. There was an urgency in her mannerism that told you she wanted out of this conversation as soon as possible.

“Yes, let them in! Don’t make them wait.” She waves frantically. The door closes, leaving the three of you alone for a moment.

“Liv, what is this?” Jake asks before you can.

“Y/N, control your anger and be kind to our guests. This is for you, remember that.” She plasters a large smile with her last words as the door opens; multiple voices can be heard behind you. What the hell does that mean?

“Miss Ortega, great to officially meet you and Sarah, thank you for meeting us on such short notice.” Your head snaps to the side as Liv steps out from behind the desk to greet the people behind you.

The sight has you struck dumb. Why is Wednesday Addams in your manager’s office?

Granted, you know who she is. Who doesn’t? You can barely drive down any highway in L.A. without seeing her face plastered on some sort of billboard or building. But why is she here, in this office?

“Y/N I’d like you to meet Miss Ortega…” You were still rooted in your chair, just staring at them like an idiot. An uptick of a brow is raised as Jenna watches you remain unmoving.

“Get up.” Jake kicks the back of your chair as he rounds the desk to greet Jenna and her manager, gritting under his breath. You spring up at the thud, rubbing your back in annoyance.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Ortega.” You extend your hand when she finishes greeting Jake.

She stood a good few inches under you, dressed casually in loose pants and a hoodie. She had a pair of sunglasses pushing her hair back, which was tied in a messy low bun; headphones around her neck.

You two have never crossed paths in all your years in Tinseltown – which was surprising considering you two are around the same age. There might have been an event or two that you had attended at the same time but you have never had the chance for a formal introduction. It wasn't difficult to see why the whole world was buzzing about Jenna Ortega.

“Just Jenna is fine.” She slides her hand in yours, sending a small, shy smile. The sparks you feel when your palms connect has you flinching almost imperceptibly. You see Jenna’s eyes snapping toward your connected hands telling you she may have felt it too. But before you can think too hard on it, you’re pulling away from her grasp.

“Let’s all sit down, so we can tell you why you’re both here.”

Jenna takes the armchair to your left, and you fight to keep your sight straight ahead. “There’s no easy way to break the news. But here’s the CliffsNotes version. Over 24 hours ago, Y/N was arrested in Vegas. The press is having a field day, they already have the paps planted outside her house and every location she frequents. Our solution… a PR relationship, just until all of this has died down.”

You stare deadpan at Liv. Out of all the years, you have known her, this has to be the most balls-to-the-wall, bonkers shit she’s ever said to you.

“What?” A sweet voice piques beside you, voicing out the shock you weren’t able to verbalize.

“A fake relationship, sweetie.” Her manager, Sarah says in a much sweeter tone than Liv could ever muster.

You can see her shake her head from your side eye. “We agreed to no PR stunts like this, Sarah.”

“I know, Jen. But with the recent controversy online… we just think this may be a good look. Liv called me last night and we came up with this plan and thought it couldn’t hurt with both of your situations.” At least her manager sounded apologetic.

Jenna scoffs, feeling irritated and ambushed. “No offence, but I can handle a few nobodies online. And my situation is nowhere near as bad as hers. If anything how would pairing me up with someone who does drugs be good for my image.”

Your head snaps to her, nearly growling, “Watch it. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She bites back, turning to glare at you. “Is it not the truth?”

“No.”

“We got a drug user and a liar, great.” She mutters under her breath.

“Okay stop! You two don’t have a choice,” Sarah speaks up, sending Jenna a look you didn’t care enough to decipher.

“Get someone else,” You say to Liv, ignoring everyone else around you. “Literally anyone else, please.”

Jenna puffs out an incredulous scoff. “Screw you, dude.”

“Screw you too!”

“Jenna!” “Y/N!” The adults of the room shout over one another, chastising you both.

“That’s enough!” Jake shouts, getting you to break your intense glaring at the other actress. Jake’s tone slightly scared you, he was never one to raise his voice. And you knew you were balancing on some very thin and fragile ice with him at the moment.

“This is the plan and that’s final! Jenna, everyone sees you as America’s sweetheart after the success of Wednesday. As much as it sucks, everyone is watching your next move, personally and professionally. And Y/N, you’ve been in the press for literally all the wrong things this year, and yet, the public can’t get enough of you. It’s good publicity on both sides… So you two will learn to get along – for the sake of both of your careers.” He says with a tone that leaned on threatening and you didn’t have the balls the challenge him on that.

You had worked too hard for the life you have today just for it to be thrown away by a careless mistake. So if you had to buckle down and act in love with one of the most annoying people you had ever met, in world-record time, then so be it.

“How long…” You mumble, dropping your head in defeat.

“Three months at most. Less the quicker people forget about your night at the county jail.” Liv answers.

“Fine…” You conceded.

A few seconds of silence ring out before she answers, “Fine…”

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Jake and Liv @ Reader:

I swear there's a SpongeBob meme for everything.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday netflix #legally binded

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gulmoregirls · 4 months

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Motivated by my own 21st birthday yesteday, I decided to (re)watch the famous episode in S6 in which Rory turns 21.

Looking at it now, I can't help but feel like she was, indeed, so young. I get the entire "rory gilmore downfall" thing and agree that that version of the character was just... off. However, I really feel like they could've made an entire arc about rory losing herself and then finding herself. After all, is what she deserves as one the leads of the show.

Now being her age, I understand better how weird it is to be in your early twenties. Expectations, endless possibilites, the burden of having to actually make the choices for yourself. Rory's in a different environment, questioning the lables that were very prematurely put on her. She's not living the life she had envisioned for herself, turns out she's not good at the one thing she thought she had, all of her friends are doing stuff for themselves - while she, who was always on a pedestal, feels lost.

In a sense, taking Rory from that pedestal was key to her character and to the show. Making her have a identity crisis while entering adulthood and the real world makes absolute sense. It doesn't make her spoiled, or terrible, or mean. It makes her a confused 20yo girl, and speaking as another teenager in my twenties, it does get weird!! I just hate the way everything happened, and how she had little to no insight on it, no meaningful conversations with peers, how under developed it was - to the point that it felt like an individual flaw of rory's character, when it could've been so powerful to a young women audience to have someone relatable get lost but find herself again.

Again, I'm not the show writer, and, as much as I wish Rory had been done better, I can only stick to what is canon while annalizing the episode. So here are my biggest thoughts (as if this text is not long enough)

I feel like there's a reason why they wrote Logan as unaware of Rory's birthday, specially because it plays no role in a fight, or has to do with a lack in their relationship. It's not that Logan forgot, or that he should've known. It's purely that Rory didn't tell him.

In my opinion, it symbolizes what becomes a theme during this part of the show, which is "past rory" vs "current rory" and which one is the "real" one, if it's one of them. Logan not knowing about her birthday equals Emily throwing her a big birthday party with a drink Rory doesn't like but that has her name, or inviting random people she doesn't care about. Equals Logan getting her a Birkin bag, a symbol of power, when she didn't even know the brand existed. The parallel between the dream she used to have with her mother (the trip to vegas, playing 21, buying 21 things) and the reality of their fallout and rory surrounded by exactly what lorelai ran from. Money not being able to buy traditions.

Adding to that, the next episode is the famous one, in which Jess shows up and does more than delivering a passionate speech that, almost twenty years later, would become a tiktok trend. He actually wishes her a late happy birthday. He remembers it. Either intentionally or not, it adds another layer to the amount of parallels rory is facing.

Obviously, Jess knowing something Logan didn't doesn't make him better, nor it changes anything. But in a way, it shows a gap between past and present in a different way (one maybe even more intersting than just comparing "study freak" to "yale dropout", because people change over time), once we're talking about the relationships she's building, and how she wants them to be.

On a side note, I theorize that an explanation could be that Rory and Logan's relationship is very present/future-oriented. "Future" not in the sense of building a future together, a far away future. But "Future" as "the next adventure", "the next challenge", "the next trend". The way his character was introduced already shows that, and it was very important for Rory to let go a little, but I feel like it became easy for her, amidst her twenties-crisis, to live too much like logan, trusting that things would fall into place, relying on priviledges she had never had before, forgetting herself in the process, because actually thinking about the situation would make her spiral.

I guess my point is that talking about Rory's past was not a priority - symbolized about how he doesn't even know her birthday. It worked well for them, as Rory was unconsciously doing it herself, hiding it because remembering meant actually getting in touch with who she used to be, and how things were changing, and questioning everything. Once she was able to taste how living was like for Logan - both because of him and because of her grandparents, that shared similar values and priviledges - it was easy ignoring the past, exactly because it was a big contrast that, maybe, meant that she needed to take a step back and to really think about what version she wanted to be.

(not that it matters, but it almost feels like their talks, ideas and challenges were very logan-coded, once rory was eager to ignore aspects of her life and he was eager to show her the perks and fun of his. on the other hand, her relationship with jess was very rory-coded, because everything in stars hollow brought her memories and stories she wanted to share, whereas jess was the one who wanted to escape himself, always failing to communicate, guard always up, even for small things)

In her party episode, Richard, Emily and Lorelai discuss about Rory, and have different views.

To Emily, they haven't failed her - not until she repeats Lorelai's story, showing up pregnant. Until that, there's still time and efforts. She doesn't care Rory is unhappy, or lost, or confused. She just cares about keeping her under her watch, thinking that, by doing so, she won't become like Lorelai.

To Richard, they have failed her by giving her everything she needed to run away from her responsabilities and her old self. He says something similar to what Jess later tells Rory, about how it isn't her to drop out of Yale and be in the DAR. However, he feels like that can be mended with the right incentive - a new car, a new house, in exchange for the old Rory back.

Lorelai, very wisely, knows that if the "old Rory" is bought, it is actually not her daughter. She knows the problem is not Rory not being in school, but Rory not even *wanting* to go back.

Still, none of them actually say any of that to her face. Having Jess be the one doing it is one of the few nice parts of that season, because it makes sense. He knows her, not an idealized version, but the flawed, real one she showed him. He returns exactly to show her he made something for himself exactly like she believed he could, reminding rory of how she can trust her own judgment, and how she can make something for herself as well. He doesn't hesitate in comparing how different the two versions of her are, even if he might be wrong or sound jealous. Mostly, he points out that it is not normal for rory gilmore to ignore her mom. Everyone from her past could see it, and someone needed to say it. For some reason, Lorelai, Lane and even Paris couldn't, and Jess checked all the boxes.

#gilmore girls #rory gilmore #jess x rory #literati #jess mariano #rory x jess #lorelai gilmore #logan huntzberger

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nephilimbrute · 7 months

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uhngigmg

i wanna know more about ur agent headcanons!! ships, regular headcanons, anything will work fine!! ur agents are so detailed with their personalities and ADUGHGHGH

i would really love to learn more about Val. I like her long teeth, makes her menacing. just her personality in general, I would like to know more about. but i also want to learn about the rest !! :D

and I think my oc X (X is their name dw) and Val would be best friendz :333

😃(smiling so hard my eyes pop out)

<333 where do i start uhmm..... yeah we can start with val 0 :3

val was picked up by the squid sisters, she liked her job because she was bored and she was like "cool i can put my smarts to this" Bad news! she used to tolerate them until THAT happened. she loves cats and once tried to steal judd. likes to mess with others, she does use her claws and fangs (her girlfriend walks away looking like a game of tic tac toe). my friend says she's an orange cat and i think that's true

val, as per usual, has a deep hatred for the squid sisters. vega has to protect the captain incase she tries to snipe them or anyone else. She can tolerate cap'n cuttlefish, the other agents think of her like a pest . Small and bothersome (spingly makes fun of her). she's also friends with subwoofer

Onto spingly. he once had a celeb crush on off the hook and he also likes hightide era. I could only fit so much into those little profiles but i wrote down that he has a lot of plushies on his bed. He likes to be comfortable and he's super cuddly, he has dreams of being in a splatband. and he has trauma from salmon run

3's real name is riley, though she prefers to be called 3. she has social anxiety and gets all shy when with a lover, but can manage during work. she never (or rarely) takes off her headphones

i designed 8 after a baby deer. in a way.They're a deer in headlights basically. In side order they're dubbed 'File: 008', they lose the ability to speak completely due to how disoriented they are

even though maggie is aware he's making fun of the others and picking on them he's always like "whattt what did i do wrongg...." when they dislike her...he eats fuzzy ooze and is rarely affected by it, though marie insists she shouldn't eat it. she used to sleep in random places and be woken up by smallfry nibbling at his toes

also she's incredibly stupid

vega ... idk 8 used to be intimidated by her, but they kind of changed their mind once they saw how vega practically melts when with marie. she had her metal arm refitted every year, it used to be simpler looking and had a brand logo on the shoulder. the little octopus sticker was given to her by another soldier

+height chart

i do ship ag. 96 but i also ship spingly with one of my other ocs. The purple octoling.... and i also ship.......... ..................... .............marie x vega...... but that's all

splatfest teams.... spingly is team zombie, val is team skeleton, vega is team ghost. val's only reasoning is "skeletons are DEAD. and i want to see the squid sisters that way"

also ghostfish :3 take a wild guess at who's under the mask

ALSO... i'd love to meet your oc :333

#splatoon #SUPER LENGTHY POST #val (3)#spingly (4)#captain 3 #agent 8 #maggie (neo3)#vega (8)#splatagents #inbox q

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asshlyyyy · 1 year

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That Tour Life (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

This may have taken a couple of months to come out... but better late than never I say! I hope this came out the way you wanted it. I’m not the biggest fan of it, but I love the ending. This is the second thing I wrote today- Like who even am I?

I know my fics have been more on the shorter side, well... short for me, and I apologize. Yet, when they are shorter, it means I can get more out. Which is great for you guys!

Requested by Anonymous, check out the original ask here!

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Pairing: Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Sickness, Mentions of throwing up, Spelling and Grammatical Errors.

Word Count: 1.4k

"Elvis, please, you have to let me go." You begged Elvis for what seemed to have been... the twentieth time. Elvis let out a sigh and shook his head. You immediately began to frown.

"Y/n... It's not goin' to be what you expect it will be." He pointed it out to you.

"It's better than just sitting home and not doing anything." You threw your arm out. Elvis turned his head to look at you.

"Fine... fine, but don't say I didn' warn ya." You let out a squeal and threw your arms around him.

"Thank you, thank you!" Elvis chuckled at your response and returned your embrace.

You have been trying to convince Elvis to let you join him on tour ever since he first announced it. Which, was... just about a week or two ago. Of course, you bugged him immediately to let you join.

You never been with toured on him. He claimed it was because he didn’t want to make you suffer. All he did was ride on his plane, never really have a full nights rest. Eat junk food… rinse and repeat. Which did not sound exactly so nice… But you would make it work.

You pulled away from Elvis and ran into your bedroom, only to just run back out. “I have to start packing!”

Elvis chuckled at your foolishness and went back to what he was doing. Elvis mostly had it easy. He had his wardrobe all ready for him, he hardly ever really needed to pack a bag. He just showed up and everything he needed was right there for him.

Yourself on the other hand… Well, you had to pack for lord knows how long. You could find time to wash clothes… What else would you be doing when not around Elvis. You made sure to pack more then enough clothes, and some jewelry and what not.

Once you were done with that well… what was there to do? Wait you supposed. But you were antsy. You wanted to be on tour now. You wanted to go through Elvis’s day to day life when he was touring.

It wasn’t too bad of a tour lined up. I think in total… you were going to be gone for a few weeks. Elvis has mentioned that once a show was done, he was on the plane for the next show. Which sucked, but you got to be with Elvis… and that was the most important part.

Before you knew it, you were on the plan and going to your first location. You were ecstatic. Mostly because you haven’t been on a plane since forever, but also just because well… this is something you wanted to do.

“Ya okay there, darlin’? Ya lookin’ a bit sick.” Elvis asked as he turned to look at you.

You shook your head quickly and looked at him with a smile. “I’m just excited. I get to go to cities I’ve never been before… See more of the world. Well… more of the states but still.”

“Well, if you get sick let me know.” Elvis said. It’s like he knew you would get sick. Of course you wouldn’t though. Why would you? There was no reason to.

“I won’t get sick, Elvis. I’m a big girl.” You stated. Elvis hummed in response.

“Mmm, sure you are.” Elvis chuckled and went back to the book he was reading. You knew at some point you would be in Las Vegas for a couple of days. That would give you time to look around the city and actually sightsee. You would have to pull Elvis out one day to force him upon your adventures.

There were a view more major cities thrown in there as well, but let’s be honest… You were most excited about Vegas. You wanted to see the city that never sleeps. All the beautiful flashy lights. God, it sounded like a dream.

The days went one and honestly you were feeling pretty great. You saw Elvis do sound check, you watched him and his back up singers. The band. Everything was just amazing honestly. Sure, there were some moments when you were just sick and tired of hotel food, but you would usually just go ahead and get something from a restaurant close by.

You can see why Elvis can be so tired by the end of every day though. Yet, he was glad you came along because you made it easier. Somehow you did… you weren’t going to question it… but.

When it got to the final week, you were over it. You were getting more and more sick with every flight. Thank you, Elvis, for jinxing it. You’ll have to remember to smack him when your well.

Truth be told you wanted to go home. You were honestly over it, and you didn’t understand how Elvis was able to do this so often. God, you need to have a kid quick so you can use that excuse.

“You okay?” Elvis asked from across the way. You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile.

“I’ll be okay. Just need to rest is all.” You answered.

Elvis nodded and reached out for you. He gave your leg a light squeeze. “If you need anything let me know.”

“I will,” you smiled smiled and closed your eyes. It will take awhile for the next location, and thankfully the last, so you decided to at least try and sleep.

“We have to make a pit stop. Need more gas,” someone came around to tell Elvis. You opened your eyes and looked over at Jerry who just told him.

Most of the guys rode on different planes. Mostly because this was Elvis’ own private jet, but a few close friends of his… like the Memphis Mafia rode alongside with him. It was mostly Jerry though. Jerry was the one who stuck around the most. He was also there to hang out with you when Elvis was busy.

“Where are we landing?” He asked.

“In Memphis funny enough.” Elvis turned to look at you.

Before he could even get a word out you started to agree. “Yes.” Jerry looked at you confused. Did he just miss something? Was this that weird twin telepathy but with couples? God he needed to find someone.

“Y/n will get off then. She’s feeling sick so she’ll just go home. Have a car sent out?” Jerry nodded at Elvis’ request and walked out.

“So, was it as lavish as you thought it would be?” Elvis asked with a smug look on his face. You let out a sigh and looked away from him. You knew what he was trying to get at, and you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“It was nice, I think it’s more or less… not having a home cooked meal.” You replied. Which was honestly a good response. You didn’t really hate it.

“Yeah, that’s the one bad thing. I miss ya home cooking. If ‘m having a bad day… your cooking brings me right up.” Elvis said. You blushed at his words. That’s when you felt it inside. Your stomach was not happy, and your lunch was about to come up.

“Oh god-“ you whispered and got up from your seat. This has to be an all new low. You scrambled to the bathroom and closed the door behind you and let it rip. You were embarrassed… Throwing up on a plane?! I mean… not to mention throwing up in general.

You just knew Elvis would try and throw this back at you. He said it in the way beginning, and you just knew it… God. You wanted to cry, and surely enough… you did start to cry. Your throat was now burning, your insides were just emptied out.

Once you finished your… You stood up and washed your hands. You needed water. You need mouth mouth… You needed anything to just clean your mouth out. Your breath smelt disgusting and you already knew that.

As you came back to your seat, you found that there was a glass of water and a mint. You smiled softly and felt the tears fall down your face. Elvis may have been right, but he would still look out after you.

“Jerry talked to ma daddy. He’ll come pick ya up at the airport and take you home. He said he’s already speaking to ya mama and she’ll be at Graceland.” Elvis explained what was happening. You nodded taking in the information and sat down. You drank your water and pooped the mint in before leaning back.

“Thank you, Elvis.” You said softly.

“No need to thank me, darlin’. Just lookin’ after what’s mine.” You smiled at his words and opened your eyes once more to look at him. You were Elvis’ and no matter what… he would put your needs first before his pride.

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paint-it-red-and-black · 5 months

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i was tagged by lovely @loveyougoodbi to do an F1 wrapped. so, here are my results!

i want to elaborate a bit. it was damn hard to do these tops, especially the drivers one. i literally battled with myself for every position ._.

DRIVERS:

1. Charles Leclerc

i adore him as a pilot and as a person. his driving style is exciting and desperate, always on the limit. his fearlessness, his passion for the sport, his loyalty. on the track Charles Leclerc is literally the embodiment of fire and red. i dream of seeing him in a decent car and in my opinion Charles' WDC is only a matter of time.

2. Max Verstappen

Max is perfect on the track. his mistakes are minimal, his calculation and calmness are amazing. i admire his eternal straightforwardness and honest expression of his opinions. i love his dry and sarcastic humour. he is a very strong man who in no way deserves to be booed for his victories.

3. Lando Norris

this boy is a ray of sunshine. protect him and take care of him. and please, for fuck's sake, let 2024 bring him his first victory... as soon as mclaren picked up the pace in the second part of the season, it became immediately apparent what a serious opponent Lando could be on the track. one of the reasons why i have Mexico in my top races is because of his magnificent breakthrough from P19 to P5.

4. Fernando Alonso

is it even necessary to write anything here? how can you not like Alonso? he's even got the best fucking tiktok acc i've ever seen!!!

5. Alex Albon

this man is too fast for Williams. i'm sorry he's spending these years not in a top team, i hope to see him in positions higher up. Alex always makes the most of the car, pulls it in the points and continues to stay positive. he gives off so much warmth that it can't help but make me happy c:

RACES:

1. Las Vegas

everything about it was ✨beautiful✨. from the absolutely awful beginning to the fabulous end. last lap overtake from Charles made me scream. the chaotic start and the amount of overtaking and fighting – oh fuck yes, i honestly didn't expect that. (and sphere was a big plus lmao)

2. Singapore

the only race where RBR had problems led to the fact that we saw a battle for first place from four (4!) cars at once. Carlos took over as Ferrari's strategist and i was honestly very happy to see Carlando on the podium and their genuine embrace c:

3. Zandvoort

chaos? chaos. 186 overtakes. every fucking weather condition. cheering fans. positions changing at the speed of light. liam lawson – what? fernando alonso – WHAT?! and yeah, Max Verstappen still wins the gran prix.

4. Mexico

red bull gives wings right at the first corner. it was great to see both Charles and Lewis on the podium after being disqualified at the previous race. i already mentioned Lando's breakthrough but DAN RICCARDO. he tore everyone and everything. dramatic race i'd say.

5. Monza

it was nice to see ferrari leading the race in Monza. even if only for 15 laps. in 2023, that's a lot for someone who isn't Max. but of course the main highlight is how i almost ended up with heart attack because of the fight between Carlos and Charles in the last laps. but that's what formula 1 should look like. and it was great.

TEAM:

i wrote that it's Red Bull, but i feel a need to mention that because my favourite drivers are all from different teams, it's hard for me to pick just one. when i first started watching formula 1, i would claim to be a Ferrari fan (well i still am...), but the further i got, the more pain and disappointment i got supporting this team and more and more of my respect red bull started to gain. they have a reliable car and strategies. quick pitstops, absolute precision and coordination. they are a team and they deserve every their win this season. now I truly admire RBR.

okay thank you for reading! tagging some people that came to my mind, i'm sorry if you've already done that and i just haven't seen it 😭

no pressure! ignore if you don't feel like it c:

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#f1 wrapped #f1 #charles lecrelc #max verstappen #lando norris #fernando alonso #alex albon #las vegas gp 2023 #singapore gp 2023 #dutch gp 2023 #mexico gp 2023 #monza gp 2023 #red and black tag games

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hostilecityshowdown · 13 hours

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I'd love love love to hear more about your version of Kevin Nash from that one Heartbreak Hotel fic 🙏

shaking diesel in my teeth and dragging him under the cut

chapter one • additional notes • credit for the AU, lore and character development, original fics, and accompanying material in the series: @cyberslam

this guy. while my little pocket dimension within mango's heartbreak hotel AU is his main 'verse, almost every other time i write diesel, i'm just writing HHAU diese in yet another AU. you can actually thank slater for this one!! they love him so much and are so inspiring for me, and if i could i'd churn out fics based on our conversations and their OCs and headcanons like a machine. slater i am holding ur hand.

in terms of the patented* Diesel Writing Process, his muse is headstrong, stubbourn, and self-centered, and most of the work i do when writing involves convincing him to share the spotlight. my offshoot of mango's universe would be all flowery prose, cerebral horror, and... diesel, suffering largely alone on centre stage, if i couldn't coerce this big lug to cooperate. some aspects of that are still preserved, but i've been able to avoid writing all my chapters in this world as solitary experiences; silent hill one and two deeply impacted me as a tiny xentex, and i always want to write that slow, surreal, murky trudge through dreams and summoned memories laid atop the burnt-out husk of reality that the SH2 hotel section, especially, captures.

*patent pending

diesel loves being the star of his own show, but so does the heartbreak kid - shawn's a begrudgingly necessary fulcrum for diesel, once he decides he has to be. my diesel muse genuinely suffers from OCD, and projecting his compulsions onto other people is an unhealthy coping mechanism of his. shawn likes the attention and benefits enough to encourage and enable this in his own ways, until he's able to take over performing compulsive rituals for diesel, becoming a mandated aspect of the rituals themselves. i wrote an example of this in diesel's testosterone injection, and shawn's absence will leave an impact on diesel's compulsive thoughts and behaviours in the ongoing narrative. shawn likes when people are dependent on him (to his preferred degree, not for anything... substantial. he just likes feeling special.) sure, but the heartbreak kid and, inherently, the hotel, need that dependency.

diesel also collects matchbooks from hotels, motels, rest stops, tourism welcome areas, reservation smoke shops and other native-operated establishments, and casinos, which he started as vinnie vegas. dallas collects poker chips, and kim collects ashtrays, cigarette boxes, and dice. studd much more passively collects coasters and glass bottles (especially tiny ones) but competes with kim for dice. and scotty flamingo, the most notable member of the diamond mine (duh /j)... he likes to swipe cosmetics, towels, notepads - anything free! and sometimes even things that aren't free. he doesn't collect but outright hoards various forms of tickets, too, but that predates the stable. i was going to include a huge section on these habits, quirks, and compulsions, but... in the end, most of that was cut. it detracted from the atmosphere too much, and it started to spoil plans i have, which you can see the beginning hints of in that heartbreak hotel branded ashtray in my most recent chapter contribution.

diesel's muse solidified for me very quickly and easily, and i barely even need to keep notes on him. big wolf keeps track of himself and comes to me with whatever i need when i need it, or chases me down and demands i devolve into a crazed, sweating, dizzied madman, writing twelve thousand+ words in a single sitting with no breaks. always something with this guy. in a diesel/undertaker fic that will eventually see the light of day, i write in his beloved ford bronco. it has a wolf howling sticker on the trunk, an Idle No More bumper sticker, genuine leather upholstery, leather conditioner and a rolodex (with hundreds of names, numbers, and addresses of people who died of AIDS and their loved ones, roadside memorials for 2SLGBTQIA+ people and missing and murdered indigenous women, and various gay clubs, bars, bathhouses, safehouses, shops, farms, and other gay establishments - including many that are defunct even by diesel's modern time) in the glove box, endless atlases for different states and provinces he swaps out as needed (most of these go with him to his truck cabs as needed), and a dedicated, custom case for depeche mode CDs and cassettes. i hope that gives a better overview of the guy he is than i could ever provide in mere words alone /j

#[ colour commentary ]#[ space ]#holding ur hand. thank you i love ranting. everyone go look at slater's OCs and custom studd doll and other things i am begging u #and GO READ SPACE'S FICS.#mango may add onto this so look for that post/reblog if they so choose #i can talk more about how diesel feels about his own native identity + his family + his career but at a certain point i'm just scripting a #documentary /j if that is desired however...

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xxhappy-chickenxx · 8 months

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Tagged in a writers ask game by the lovely @justanothervariant!! Ty bestie, i love talking abt my fics 😅💕

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first and last fics you published there, a fic for a fandom/ship you've only written for once, your favourite fic in the fandom/ship with the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonised over the most, the fic that sprang fully-formed from your mind with minimal effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason. <3

First Fic Published: Future, Present, Past, a post-canon canon- divergence (say that 10x fast) VegasPete fic where they've been raising Venice with no knowledge of his family's past. This fic is my baby, and even though there's things I look back on that I'd change (not nearly enough Pete POV!) anyone who's read or commented on it is truly so dear to me. Venice is something that can be so personal 😌

Last Fic Published: Wedding Night 😳 listennnn I've been in my breeding era and it's not changing anytime soon. Summer break = late night horny writing hours, I don't make the rules.

One-Time Only: High and Low is my one and only BigKinn fic and it'll probably stay that way 😅 I love the angst potential, but writing the smut was such a challenge. The whole time, I was like "is this any good??" Luckily it got a lot of wonderful feedback that I'm so grateful for and I really enjoyed writing from Big's perspective!

Favorite VegasPete Fic: Oh my god, this is really hard to choose!! Especially when most of my writing is for them 😅 BUT 3 a.m. is one of my favorite fics that I've written overall, and especially for VegasPete. Writing the nightmare of Vegas dreaming that he kills Pete in the safehouse was so fun and I feel like this fic really solidified my love for angst. Vegas' panic attack and his conversation with Macau are also near and dear to my heart. This is one of the fics that I reread regularly.

Fic I Wish More People Read: Haunted by the Thought of You is a fic that I loved writing and really enjoy, but for whatever reason it just didn't get a lot of traction! I love ghosts and all things spooky, and the concept of Vegas being haunted by Tawan was just so delicious, especially when I dug into Buddhism and ghosts. If you're interested, I highly recommend checking it out 💕

Fic I Agonized Over: Pete Pray Love is my post-canon long fic and I've been struggling to get it finished. I've written, and re-written, and cut chapters, and contemplated giving up; it's been a whole process. I'm determined to stick with it (and am actually working on the final chapter right now) but I'm so grateful to the people who have supported it from the beginning and continue to engage with it!!!

Fully-Formed Fic: The first chapter of Great Expectations came to me in a horny vision; I had no idea it would spawn into a 30k longfic that's changed directions at least twice. Looking back, it could have used a bit of polish (and perhaps some lube), but ultimately it's a horny, angsty good time and I wouldn't have it any other way 😆

Fic I'm Proud Of: Playing for Keeps is so, so dear to me; I was absolutely overwhelmed by the feedback and it reinforced the feeling I had that I'd touched on something really special about love and family while writing it. This fic completely took hold of me - I wrote 10k over the course of 9 days and it occupied all my waking thoughts. The intimacy between Vegas and Pete felt really special; it's some of my favorite smut I've written purely because of how tender it is. There's something about letting someone into your life after years of closing yourself off... *cries* I could literally talk about this fic forever, it's a problem, and this is why it's getting it's own little universe bc their story is demanding to be told!!!

Ty again to Variant for the tag 💖 I'm tagging @saturnskyline, @wisteria-daydreamer, @transwegath, @xhangkyuns and ofc anyone else who wants to participate ✨✨

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 2 months

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 47 - Viva Las Vegas. Episode 5. I apologize for the shorter episodes, Tumblr is limiting texts posts again, and I literally have to cut a speech in half. 1st part here <- click

Evan (Continued speech to Andy): You are the shelter on a rainy day, and the stars at night, always reminding me, that even in the darkest of times, there's still magic in this world. And the name of that magic is Andy. And so I ask us all, to raise our glass, to my mate, Andy Shaw-Thompson, and together thank him, for always bringing little bits of fairy tales into our lives, turning the ordinary extra ordinary. And as our matching tattoos says, I promise to love you, ALWAYS, with no end, whether I share my feelings on my sleeve for everyone to witness, or cherish it behind closed doors. You, Andy, are more than a dream come true, you are my mate. My heart. My reason. Always. To Andy! I raised my glass, and smiled warmly as everyone followed. And as I drank, I took a deep breath through my nostrils, trying to make the tears in my eyes step back a bit, before I grabbed Andy's guitar I had hidden behind a table, and sat down on a chair. I cleared my throat once again Before everyone returns to whatever they were doing, I'd like to dedicate a song to Andy. I was never the big lyrics writer, and I was more than thankful when Andy let me borrow his lyrics book, for my bands upcoming CD. But this song is all me. I wrote it back in January this year, in the very beginning of what was to turn into our relationship. I was very confused, but at the same time very aware, my heart was beating for my best friend. The song is called ordinary… *I smiled softly at Andy, cleared my throat, and started playing*: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE3hsWaNxM0

------Andy's point of view-------

Andy: It's safe to say my eyes were already wet from that speech, but as he started singing, the tears started streaming down my cheeks. This song, that he wrote, so long ago, for me. Probably never intending to even show it, let alone sing it to me. And here he was. In front of everyone. Declaring his love. The big gesture that no one had ever expected him to show. I could hardly believe it.

Congo: He smiled softly as he handed me a paper napkin

Andy: Thank you *I smiled softly and sniffled my nose, then returned my eyes to Evan. God! How can I be this lucky!*

------Evan's point of view-------

Evan: The song was well liked, and here a couple hours later, people were still complimenting me both on the song and my speech. I was honestly starting to get a bit uncomfortable with so much praising. So I was relieved when Congo dragged me away from Katherine and Lenny that once again had found me to tell me how proud and moved they were by my words, and how lucky they were to have me as a son in law

Congo: He pushed me gently around a corner and smiled softly You looked like you needed an escape goat?

Evan: I sighed relieved Yes… thank you… there's only so much I can take before it gets awkward I chuckled softly and sighed relieved yet again as Congo asked me if I wanted to go outside for some air. As we reached the outside, I took a deep breath. The night air was chilled, but not cold, and the stars were spread out over the night sky like a comforting blanket. We stood quietly, just observing our surroundings a few minutes, then suddenly, to my surprise, Congo stepped in front of me, quickly planting a hand on my lower back, and in the same moment pulled me in, as he placed a tender kiss on my lips. It took only a couple of seconds, but it was enough to make the butterflies in my stomach swirl up, and flutter around.

Congo: Sorry about that… he quickly let go of me and took a couple of steps away I just had to. It's hard to look at you a whole evening, not being able to be with you. He smiled softly and looked at the night sky. And we both stood like that a few minutes, quietly observing the world, before we returned to the party.

------Daniel's point of view------

Daniel: I laughed loudly to myself as I made my way back into the party. I couldn't believe I had finally caught Evan and Congo kiss… on camera! SWEET! I made my way to the bar while grinning satisfied at myself… now where were the drinks? Ahhh there! I grabbed the glass on the bar, sipping it. One drink to go please kind sir! I nodded at the bar as if there were a bar tender and turned around, looking at the dance floor, and people dancing on it. Lenny… boobs…. boobs… big boobs… HOLY SHIT! Is that Kat?! I made my way towards her fast, wiggling my hips as I stood in front of her, oh god those boobs are big! Care to dance Kat?

Katherine: Didn't we already dance twice? She chuckled warmly

Daniel: Yes but…

Katherine: Daniel, you're starring. Let me remind you it's impolite… you do remember I told you that earlier, right? She chuckled softly

Robert: Let me take care of that… I frowned softly as he grabbed my drink, and quickly passed it on to Lily Daniel, how about you and I have a dance? Before I could get to answer, he had already placed a firm hand on my lower back, pushing me further out on the dance floor

Daniel: Right… I had just hoped for more….

Robert: For more what?

Daniel: Boob action ya know Robbie I chuckled hoarse

Robert: Ahh… I see… but if you want he leaned closer and spoke into my ear I can have boobs too.. for you.

Daniel: What the schizzle mister drizzle?! Are you hitting on me Robbie?

Robert: Do you want me to be hitting on you?

Daniel: I gave him a cheeky smirk Well that depends if you are an 'all work, no play' type of guy, or if you're really gonna tab it if you get the chance?

Robbie: He chuckled warmly I have no idea what that means, but how about we start with a dance? He winked at me as he stood back straight

Daniel: I licked my lips cheekily We can certainly do that mon cheri.

-------Evan's point of view--------

Evan: *There are things in life we wish to see… and then there's things in life we wish we had never seen. My dad dancing with Daniel, to that specific song, was one of the things I would love to permanently delete from my memory bank: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOQy2KQkO9M

Lily: She cheered her glass against mine and smiled softly at me I'm sorry Rose couldn't make it. I think she would have loved it.

Evan: I frowned softly and for some reason couldn't take my eyes of my dad and Daniel It's okay, she had to work.

Lily: Yeah… I just wish we could both have been here. She would love to see you THIS happy. It's honestly the happiest I have ever seen you little brother. I'm very very happy for you. Evan…?

Evan: Yeah?

Lily: It's like you don't even pay attention? She chuckled softly and shook her head What are you looking at anyway?

Evan: I frowned further and grunted softly as I sipped my Whiskey and nodded towards dad and Daniel

Lily: Oh!… holy shit! She coughed lightly and I watched as her eyes got wide It looks like they're gonna…

Evan: Do NOT finish that sentence, please!

Lily: Slowly started laughing, and as she went on, her laughter slowly grew louder and louder

Evan: Not funny Lily! The other day I walked in on him and Sparkle! I swear it's like having a hormone filled teenager running around!

Lily: She continued laughing quite a while, and it was clear to see she was tipsy

Evan: I frowned at her Fine, be like that… I'll go talk with someone else I shook my head and chuckled softly, then made my way to the buffet. I was hungry.

#unicornmanes #Evan Thompson #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Congo Shaw #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Lily Ophelia Thompson #Robert Thompson #Katherine Cullman

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For the ask fic game: 1, 11, and 14 for your Dancing Hedgehog series? Please and thank you!

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Giant Dancing Hedgehogs are Nightmare Fuel started as a one-shot and has grown into a multi-fic series that is several hundred thousand words and has both prequels and sequels. So it was far what I expected to write, but I guess - once I decided to go back to the one-shot and continue it - I decided to approach it to explore some of my favorite genres: angst, romance, hurt/comfort, and absolute crack/comedy. All at once. I did this because I feel like KP is the perfect fandom to explore these genres with. The series is filled with dramatic romance, angst, trauma, and wildly comedic moments. I just took the last two up a notch and added a magical weighted blanket, but gave myself wiggle room to write a more serious and angsty ArmKhun centric prequel (which still has comedy, but it's a bit more grounded), and a very serious VegasPete centric prequel. The sequel focuses on making things more fantastical and plot heavy with dream sharing, hidden sisters, Tawan's angelic doppelganger brother, forced memory loss, and captive mothers that need to be tracked down and saved. So I feel like the inspiration from the series developed gradually because I left the genres broad enough to be as angsty and silly as I wanted.

11. What do you like the best about this fic?

There are different things I like about each one so I will list them. This answer is long, so I am putting a cut.

Giant Dancing Hedgehogs are Nightmare Fuel

This is the fic that kicked the series off. From a completely biased perspective, the thing I like best about it when I read it is how it reunites the cousins and lets them hold themselves accountable for their actions in ways that don't bring them complete shame. They have chosen a path towards healing their wounds, understanding the perspectives of others, and trying to find clarity after being manipulated/abused by their fathers for so long. So I like that this does that and still finds ways to be silly, because laughter is a great medicine. The boys need to laugh.

As a writer? I am impressed and annoyed by how much it evolved as I was writing it. I did not plan out shit, no matter how it looks, and I love and hate that the backstories and offhanded remarks I would write that would fully flesh it out found ways to spiral into full plots or stories in my head that had to be further explored. Like, there was going to be no magical blanket. That wasn't thought of until Vegas wakes up holding it, saying it's an entity or haunted. The mothers weren't going to be alive. Gun and Pete's dad weren't going to have some past affair as a skeleton in both of their closets. Idk, I just made stuff up and wrote it down whenever I thought it was funny.

5, 3, 1, and On

Out of all of my fics, this might be the one I am most proud of. It feels the most mature to me without losing a comedic element or ignoring the gravity of Arm's and Tankhun's past traumas. Also, Tankhun is probably my absolute favorite character. I want all fics to be about him. I think I may be one of the only people to post a novel length and complete fic where Tankhun is part of the main pairing (if I am wrong, send those long fics my way!)

As for Arm, his tragic backstory was interesting to develop and also flexible, because we know very little about Arm. We know he is incredibly capable and should be the head guard now that Chan is gone, but he is also a part of the mafia. I feel like people who accept that kind of job have a story behind why. So making Arm kill a dozen pedophiles singlehandedly and expose his Dean for embezzlement seemed like it might be a way that touches upon just how capable he is. He is sent on missions, he hacks into other networks and systems, and is so good with Tankhun. And that's just from the little we do see. Expanding on that with an off take was fun.

The Weighted Blanket Ad No One Expected (But Everyone Deserves)

This one is a bit easier to answer: I love the girl power. I love that I was able to make Namphueng a more complex character, brought in four significant female OCs in the form of Vegas's mother - Milan, Vegas's grandmother - Fern, the major family mother - Dao, and the secret, long lost sister who is a teenage bodyguard, a baddie, and a dancing fiend - Aree. I really enjoyed developing all of them, especially Aree since creating her showed Porsche and Chay just how much they were robbed of and what Aree was robbed of.

I also love Benz. The readers also seem to love Benz, and I love this because when he was first introduced (prior to him saying a word) everyone wanted him dead due to looking just like his biological brother (who he never met). After a couple of scenes, everyone who mentioned him in their comments were ready to kill for him. I also liked including him because Vegas's and Kim's autism (in the fic) is able to go by without being easily detected if you don't know them. I have written Vegas as someone who has learned to mask over the years - especially after his mother died - and Kim as someone more introverted, which makes it so his symptoms might be dismissed as just that. With Benz, it's much more noticable. He stims in public, struggles with speech off and on, is extremely picky with food, likely has an auditory processing disorder paired with sensory issues, and hyperfixates on his special interest intensely. His symptoms have also likely become more profound due to the consistent emotional and physical abuse inflicted on him by his mother, not being diagnosed and supported, and not having other family members to fall back on until Kim welcomes him in and makes it a goal to protect him, with Aree following that goal after witnessing just how awful Tak (his mother and Korn's fiancee) is to him. So writing him as a multi-faceted character that readers empathized with is a pride moment.

Also, I like my two semi-original couples in it: Macau/Aree and Namphueng/Milan. This BL world NEEDS a token straight couple and lesbian couple! 😂 While Namphueng and Milan are rekindling their old teenage romance secretly at the moment, I have been developing Macau and Aree since chapter 7, I think? I loved making Macau confirm that he is straight, loved having Vegas empathize with Aree's past and situation rather than deem them as reasons Macau should reconsider his feelings for her, and just like what they have brought out in each other. I also like inverting expectations by making Macau the soft and inexperienced one and making Aree the more blunt, forward, and physically capable one (not that Macau isn't. He likely grew up training to defend himself and others. But Aree is fucking FIERCE).

So yeah, I really loved creating the OCs/semi-OCs, along with writing them in pairings that seemed to still stay engaging to readers somehow. I also loved incorporating sign language as a way to give Namphueng access to communication. I loved it so much that I have used it in multiple fics, just like I love Aree and made her a character in Lay Me Down to Sleep with a similar background but facing very different circumstances. ♥️

Before We Forget

This one is only 6 chapters so far and I update it sporadically, but I love exploring Vegas as a teen. This is before his first kill and shows how his first relationship with Pete developed. This is a Vegas who knows he has to be guarded, but he's too honest and desperate for someone to just see him and take an interest in him. He's sensitive and is not good at covering sadness. It's an emotion he feels a lot of due to the hot and cold treatment he receives from his father, being parentified (despite loving his brother very much), missing his "dead" mother desperately, being disconnected from his cousins since his mother and aunt died and resenting them, being pumped out for deals, and falling in love with the new major family bodyguard close to his age. The thing is - and maybe because it's from Vegas's POV - but I feel like he wears his heart on his sleeve more than Pete does. Pete puts on such a convincing happy demeanor that Vegas has yet to catch on that Pete's history is not a good one. Pete, however, catches onto Vegas struggling. I think he has barely scraped the surface, but he can see Vegas needs a friend who will provide some comfort. But that's hard to do in a secret, teenage romance. So yeah, I think writing Vegas as someone facing so much but still so hopeful for love and change is what I like the most. ♥️

14. Is there anything you want readers to learn from this fic?

I guess considering the series is all over the place in terms of genre, I suppose I want readers to find the joy in cross-genre fics, since life is full of happy, funny, romantic, sad, funny, and enraging moments. If they are thinking of writing, don't be afraid to write something weird, put your characters in absurd situations, or give them specific characteristics or quirks that aren't normally found in media. Absurdity can bring on beauty and broaden your writing skills, since it's fun to implement those absurd or over-the-top moments in a way that aligns themselves with the story's tone.

Thank you for the ask @fawndlyvenus! ♥️

#ask #armtankhun #autistic vegas #vegaspete fic #autistic kim #ofcs #GDHANF #TWBANE #BWF #5 3 1 and On #thank you for the ask! Sorry if my answers are too long 🙂

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Hi. I wanna talk about drunk Pete scene. He was so cute,for once I want vegas to see him like this. But here I don't know if someone has already pointed it out but what Pete speaks may seem like gibberish but it seems there is hidden meaning about his story. Especially highlighted korean words. First he says very sincere kamsamnida, thank you to kinnporshe (I guess to first family as they taken care of him or something important of his past) . Then he happily talks about taking care of his khun noo. Then show tired expression and comes to porshe. I don't know if him saying you have long legs has any meaning. But porshe says you don't see clearly (about his feelings I guess). He agrees and says I think I am drunk(drunk on what maybe curiosity) and himself suggest I better go to sleep (him going to vegas den on his own violation and he will get rest from his inner turmoil I guess ). He says sweet dreams to kp(they'll have good time at that point or as kinn says exciting). Before going inside he screams saranghaeyo, love (his vegas) and arirang, a song of separation and lost love.(I love you ,lost love).But wait is he going to his lost love and was there separation, did they connected vegas Pete past too like kp,did vegas doesn't remember or know about it or is it Pete started loving vegas in past. Well it will remove their problematic part if they are lost love, vegas just need to acknowledge it,feelings are already there at least for Pete and it could be done beautifully in limited time they get. Now here I am confused, oh yes vegas is going to become a separation and lost love for him but then he should shouted that after coming back. I guess I m thinking too much. Kp starts some exciting life. But then Pete comes back and wanna tell porshe about fun series (his story and he had fun, though I don't think it will be anything funny). He started with in the end but then sleeps, while porshe keeps on calling Pete, pete. And I'm screaming what in the end, are you feeling lost or what. He goes to sleep there then why sleeping here. I don't know what to interpret here. But then he painfully shouts Yaa, Ahjumma but then is very happy. Now which ahjumma is the source of his happiness. I don't know any woman in series except porshe mom. I think I wrote very long and maybe thai words don't have much meaning but korean ones does have and his expression may also.

Hey Angie!!!

I was not aware of what he was saying in Korean, that's pretty cool! Thank you for passing along the information 💜💜💜

As far as Vegas and Pete, you and I have vastly different interpretations. Coming at this as a sadist, I've really appreciated how well they are portraying Vegas as one. Now Vegas, we know is a sadist without a doubt. I also have little doubt that they are portraying Pete as a masochist. If I'm wrong, I'll say I'm wrong but I really don't think I am. In my personally opinion, their love story started in the dungeon with the torture. Between a perfectly matched sadist and masochist. Honestly for Pete, likely sooner.

I'm really looking forward to seeing more from them in the next episode. 💜💜💜

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche luta #kinnporsche luta question and answer #luta question and answer #luta opinions #coconuts mafia

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Why I Wrote a Book About the Adult Industry

In 2010 I entered the adult industry and spent half a decade making choices that would forever change my life, until I "retired" in 2015. In 2020, after hiding everything for 5 years and trying to pretend my past was perfect, my life fell apart completely in almost every aspect, and it was in that moment that I chose to stop living in the dark. I started a step program and worked with a therapist on some deep issues, which revolved mostly around my past. I started to write about my experiences, and combining that with journal entries over those years in the industry, a rough draft of a book started to form.

I wrote this book mainly to prove to myself that you can’t heal from trauma by keeping it hidden away in a closet. Healing cannot be silenced. Healing doesn’t come from hiding away. You can try your hardest to run or create new realities but the darkness will lurk under at all until you revisit it time and time again. When you’re no longer afraid to share about it and to help others lives using your story, that’s uncomfortable recovery for me, and it is much needed for me to heal fully. It took years, but I finally realized that if I wanted to continue on in life without living any type of a double life, I had to stand on a rooftop with this book in my hand and shout to the world that the words are indeed on the pages.

HERE is a video talking more about why I wrote the book and the process it took to write it and publish it:

Purchase a Paperback Version of the Book from Amazon HERE or Barnes & Noble HERE (Cost: $20.22 plus shipping)

Purchase a Kindle E-Book HERE or download the PDF version from my website HERE (Cost: $7.99)

*This is a PDF/Kindle version only, no physical book will be sent!*

Book Title: The Girl She Thought She Was

Book Summary:

Once an innocent, happy-go-lucky teenager from a small town in the midwest, she does whatever it takes to break out of the mundane life she knows all too well. She chooses a fake name for herself, "Ruby," and enters the world of adult films. Her curiosity brings her from one adventure to the next as she discovers her independence while feature dancing at clubs, meeting her fans for film sessions, and learning to edit and produce her own videos. Eventually she finds herself just outside of Las Vegas, in a small town known for its brothels. All she ever wants is to make her mark on the adult industry. Does she have the courage and strength to stand up to everyone who tries to take a piece of her soul along the way and make it to the top? Or will she discover that chasing her dreams is a dead end, or worse?

Here is a video clip of me reading a bit from Chapter 1:

In this first chapter you can start to get a glimpse of how easy it is to be sucked into the adult world, thinking it is innocent and creating more independence in your life. Boy was I wrong about that! Here is a video clip of me reading a bit from Chapter 2:

Chapter 2 shows you the path it took for "Ruby" to get from the idea of porn to actually on set. It seemed so thrilling, so exciting, so safe. She could hardly see how the men around her were completely taking advantage of her whenever they could. The business she creates for herself takes some wild twists and turns and in the end, she is left with a LOT of guilt and shame, and not much to show for it. Here is a video clip of me reading a bit from Chapter 10:

Chapter 10 is filled with emotions as the main character discovers that the road she has been on is a red brick road to hell. Nothing has been what it seemed at the beginning, and she is ready to take the most courageous step of all, getting OUT of the industry.

I hope you enjoy the book and know that you too can speak your truths no matter what you have been through! Being unafraid to continuously talk about my trauma and my healing is what will help others heal and in turn, help me understand myself more fully. If you're looking to begin to heal from your past, feel free to reach out!

#lifeafterporn #sexaddict #sexualaddiction

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Journal 102” Wallpaper ENgine olive brimstone occulltist art [Artist wendedwolf0 tumaart] francais english wallpaper by thatindiegamer

https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2904977076

If I had a spot I’d be skinned alive. I think that is a message of my atonement. I learned to travel in time the next natural step to reality shifting and move between the contintuties of the french Olive Brimstone. I learned of being of made of clay, and I learned being the maker of the clay. It started simple. Space ship method. You take what you imagine a vibe to be an energy and mediate in a slow state, or clam state if you have ADHD, and you move the whole room like a spaceship to a random destination and suddenly your in anotherworld. An Alternate reality. I had to learn many things. Not to be biased towards that of pasta or pop culture. That tehre were people I disliked who knew more then me. That there were people egotistical and well known who I knew more then. That all magick was once ancient. And thus all magick was once SIMPLSITCILY ours and simplsiticly new.

What was in my head when I visited those towns? Infected by vodon meets the irish a plague like of zombies? A chainsaw top surgery. That only I and my friend who beleived in my methods LOE could verify to you? And when we parted per a foster of power, how restrained the worlds swapped to be? What if otherkin was reincarnation by BUDON. He woundnt lie to me about that, and the buddha did say as much. I have raped. Hazed. Ritualistically sacrtiticed. LYnced, and survived all for the sakes of my magick.

And in return i made a machine I call it a warp. Its a dream as it all starts but within it holds the rooms of tomorrow, all rooms towards painted or alive, where I myself may go. Not Zone’s Pandorlica. Not the jar of Pandora. Not teh Tardis of the Doctor. But rather a hallway similar to the concentration i was sent. Shooting targets with Roy Harper the one here in this reality, revealing my madness during SANTURNALIA too, and accused of indecency in greek robes in an an ambulance. I did the no more mama ritual, similar to that of that game. But I received little to nothing.

I wanted the world for myself. I married LOKI. I married HERMES. I was hope of olympus. AEOS the fusion of chrnos and apollo. I was ZAGEROUS of Olympus. Dionysus x Apollo. And I just wish that if they had vinerated me as ALEXIAN I knew why they kept calling me astounding. You don’t have to believe a word I say. Many never will. But I loved so many others. No matter myself how many times i tried to kill.

I forgave my rapitsts each and every one. I loved the taggen and the zeds of tomorrow. I missed vegas and I missed his bar mitzvah. But now their is a habbad and now it sells hallah. The peteah bread the ways of a damsen in distress loving someone who was under house arest. And Halsey was my publicity. IN the music industry wee’re tied together, this adam pazass wrote those ancient texts /j. And as a result I came up with her songs in a shift of NICO while smoking underage in a mental ward. Coming across crazy for the wrong generation. Its alexy neris.

How would i explain skipping stones?

Every soul has an embodiment. That creates its life force and its layers. And within lays a shell of its personhood like whom you could be or assumed. These shells can be cracked broken repaired rememended or shared. And most boat their shell is the embodiment inside falsely. The identity of the shell is the flavor to the layer. So like a peanut people are complimentacated as spirits. LIke rain and water and wind and storms. And so when an identify is presented one shell with a unique flavor may steal the seasoning. An identity, a personification, a rational. And that is what is otherkin is about.]

Use an earthen filter. Humans look a little odd.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZmPQD-5tCw

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BV_aMiRqMS4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOI6CQC1joc&t=9s

Youtuber diongoespew current name braincake. Theirs nothing crazy about pop culture magick. YES the OLD WAYS are forgotten and important. DID YOU FUKING KNOW BITCH? That they preserved them via FICTION? Man you must moron to not even fuck around and find out. Sincreely Occeair’s golem. OLive Oliva Remy Brein Brimstone.

they always ask me if im content, if i am satisfied but i promise you i shall never be. And when i started shifting again i saw the multiverse for what it was, a mirror here a crack there. Being fractured across space and time via zone morgan zag felix and my own methods. Copies upon copies of us in the multiverse. And now im going back togehter shifting every other night. IT was like dragons, it was that of dragons i had raised. A puppy mill like in slideres a birthing joint i lived through. Being kind here and quen there and learning that that pushed forward alternate reincarnates that only a changling could solve. Myabe got off his ass he woudnt of bullied adam off witchtock. maybe if you remembered your maytsprit. A worwld where i was enslaved was here and how i ruled there peacefullly.

Maybe you should admit your not that original? Ay tough guy.

-Olive Brimstone

4:59 PM

4/2/2023

#pop culture magick #golem #jewish #magick #wicca

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theliterateape · 2 years

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[From the Archives] Changing Up the Routine: Acknowledging the Inevitable Tsunami

By Don Hall

It doesn’t happen often but once in a while I catch something I wrote back in the day that actually resonates with my current circumstance. Rreading it made me feel better, maybe it will for you as well.

Sitting in a Starbucks in River Forest, Illinois and I look around for a moment at the various apes in the room. It is a multicultural spread this afternoon: a few black people, a few brown people, an unsurprising majority of pink folks are in attendance.

There are 22 patrons sitting. Seventeen laptops or iPads are open and being furiously fueled by the Google Starbucks WiFi. It seems that the majority are doing work as I type this. I wonder first what the kind of work being done looks like. Emails, for certain. Spreadsheets? Sure. I wonder second, to what end?

We Homo sapiens are hardwired to seek out security. We like stability and comfort and abundance. The solidity of regular employment, the money in the bank, the health insurance we may never need but feel is completely necessary, a home with heat and internet, a sense of permanence and belonging. We’re willing all too often to give up the autonomy of independence to get this feeling.

The baristas serving us all coffee and pre-packaged muffins could be out creating things, singing, fucking, staring out into the gray December sky and wondering the same thoughts as philosophers and poets. Instead, they rely on the cemented concepts of a schedule in which they can fit within and dollars that will come to them for the sacrifice of time and dignity. Dollars which they will exchange for the relief of an apartment to shelter their scripts, their paintings, their journals, their instruments of artistic voice from the chaos of nature. That, and the dull, anemic thrill of streaming television to lull them into a dead-ish stupor until they have to rouse themselves, put on pants and serve up some more java to the hordes of laptop bearers.

We fight to become bridled and led through our days with a routine. That routine makes us feel like we’re accomplishing something or perhaps just fills the time so we can ignore the feeling that none of this is actually good enough.

It takes 33 pounds of pressure and five minutes to strangle the life out of a grown human. It takes far less to strangle their aspirations of meaning and even less to simply boot-grind the breath out of their dreams for more than trading life for money for security.

Like you, I find myself sucked into the treadmill of the workforce mentality. Anxieties about finances, seeking for work that pays enough to buy another day of finger-hanging off the cliff of survival. I’ve been willing to trade my time for money too many times in my half century and will likely do so again. It’s just the way of the world.

It’s also the way of the world to wait until you build that balsa-wood home on the beaches of Miami, get nice and comfy, hell, get entitled to that comfort, and then blast into shards in one night. The world promises us nothing. Not justice, not equity, not safety. If there is a promissory note that we are handed at birth it is written on one side “Chaos” and on the other “Loss.”

And so we allow the routine. Until the routine becomes... routine. Then a restlessness, a wanderlust, a primal dissatisfaction sets in. We grow despondent, depressed. We spend too much of our time doing nothing like the kid to my right in the Starbucks apron playing some sort of game on his iPhone and the woman to my left texting someone so much that a phone call would be far more efficient.

Ordinarily I don’t notice this. Ordinarily, I’m stuck in my own routine of finding trades of my time for cash to survive in the capitalist model. Fortunately, this is not a time in my life when I’m moored to the day-to-day grind quite as aggressively. My routine has been completely disrupted because I’m jumping off a cliff with Las Vegas as a destination. Right now my job is to move. The work that is filling my day is rife with packing up belongings I’ve amassed over 30 years, the combined effluvia of a four-year marriage, moving that stuff to a storage facility where it will sit until the movers pick it up and drive 30 hours to the Mojave Desert this Spring.

The new routine (based on immediate tasks and a disregard for a set schedule) has been bracketed with working out in the many unfamiliar gyms on the Chicago Athletic Club circuit at random times, sleeping in a new temporary crash pad, finding times for cat naps as well as writing, creating podcasts and planning to bring Literate Ape to the West.

It is this disruption of the tried and true that opens up the pores of the mind and allows me some perspective on the permanence of things (and the lack of it.) I find that when one gets into the weeds of routine, finding small (and, in this case for me, big) ways to disrupt it gives the brain a chance to refocus.

What becomes apparent to me in these moments is that, in many ways, our existence on the planet is rather pointless. The grind of survival in a society that devalues humanity in so many ways can suddenly feel like a futile exercise. At these moments, I get to choose: embrace the nihilism of a cynical resignation or grab hold of the reality that it is just this exercise that builds a life. As I recall my 50-odd years, the things that stick are the moments of joy and wonder. While relatively small in the Grand Scheme, it is these moments and the people in them that matter, not the futility of Chaos and Loss.

Chaos makes those windows into Security matter. Loss is the reason for thoroughly swimming in those times of Abundance. Acknowledgement that nothing is permanent, that it is folly to cling to stability on a planet hurtling through space, spinning natural disasters, fires, floods, diseases and a host of other elements that represent little else but our inevitable demise is a cleansing scorch on the soul. Optimism and idealism in the face of this acknowledgement is both foolish and heroic.

I prefer to be the heroic fool, the Don Quixote tilting at windmills and seeking a better day in the face of all indicators that tomorrow will just be more of the same.

#routine #the rat race #disruption #Chaos and Loss

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Do you think George had the dream about tiny Quackity running around his room around when tiny Quackity ran around the classroom in their teaching George spanish stream?

Your mind anon, I think you're on to something. Ngl the 'important documents' reference felt very American visa application which honestly could've correlated to the time surrounding that stream. That or Georges subconscious just really held onto miniscule Quackity flying around the screen and causing him slight stress so he acted as the perfect culprit for whatever panic leaked into his dreams.

#anon i literally just listened to that banter podcast ep for the first time last night your timing is so good #not maintagging #ngl if i dreamt i did something only to wake up and find out i simultaneously did it irl 😟#i would as tori vega once said freak the freak out #when c and cc george can't differentiate actions in dreams from reality 😍 /j #was gonna say i never get good dreams but two days ago i literally dreamt foolish wrote george a christmas card in mc #to which george read on stream and uttered one of the most out of character sentences imaginable #'aww this is cute'#...#in the defense of my minds conjuring's i was thinking about george on love or host that day and i guess this was born as a result #they don't warn you about the side effects of watching the austin show for three hours

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Thurs 10 June ‘21

DREAMS DO COME TRUE and fanfics do come to life, how lucky are we? Seriously though, cooking show Louis AND footie Louis in one day, have we finally crossed out of the dark timeline and into some kind of blessed AU?! Louis is doing a COOKING SHOW (well, a little cooking video), and even better- it’s one of those things where he tries to recreate a recipe on his own for the camera! Full Time Meals is part of Marcus Rashford’s campaign to end child food insecurity in the UK. Celebrity chef Tom Kerridge makes easy meals from cheap ingredients for folks to follow along with, so Louis shouldn’t have too much trouble- good for him, though maybe not quite as entertaining for us, but this is one step closer to Celebrity Bake Off, keep dreaming big and crossing those fingers! Kerridge will post his recipe video on Sunday, and then Monday they’ll post Louis making the same thing. The preview pic is just long ass hair everywhere OMG. Put on a hairnet, hippie! NOT ONLY THAT I guess he is still at the studio, but hey that just means more video for us and not only that, today’s fan videos are of Louis kicking a football around- look at him GO!- with CHILDREN, goddddd. TOOO much, truly excellent.

My Policeman filming officially wrapped, and Harry took a fan pic in London (with a fan called… Harry!) Harry (Styles) is wearing his “louie” shirt (hey I didn’t name the thing okay it’s literally called that) and carrying his blue bandana in his back pocket (on the left, relevant if hanky code, probably not relevant if he was just carrying it for hay fever symptoms or whatever.)

Liam assured us that the Vegas entrepreneur dinner will be very fun and (in his underwear, hello) said that he loves his discord and he did a live chat about Lonely Bug and NFTs. He said, “lonely bug is my inner child,” there will be LB merch- “very limited toy drop might add clothes don’t know,” that the new song has “very very bright lyrics,” and said both that his knee is sore and that his knee is much better thanks, how very Liam.

And in a (these days rare for me) dip into fandom discourse, I see writer Kaitlyn Tiffany is back making the rounds of blogs for her book about the 1D fandom and how craaaazzzy larries are; BLOCK HER. Her tumblr url is kaittiffany (EDIT SJDKJFKS she has deleted since this morning OK THEN but she will be back again; I’m leaving this in for next time as we definitely haven’t seen the last of her, plus you know I went to all the trouble of writing it.) A book actually reporting on this complex and somewhat unique fandom objectively from a place of interest and curiosity would be fascinating and totally worthwhile… but sadly this REALLY ain’t it. She has made it clear she has no intention of actually writing about the intricacies of this fandom, only in finding material to bolster her already decided upon thesis about the ‘clinical paranoia’ and conspiracy theorizing of young women online. Her entire premise is based on her own preconceived bias, and she came here to find things to support her premise rather than coming up with it based on what she saw (not to mention it’s totally dated at this point, she really missed the cultural moment on that) and she has no interest in hearing what we have to say, only in pathologizing to support the sensationalist brief she probably got a publishing advance for and finding things to pull out of context to make her already decided on points. Anyway she wrote the intern- who had not blocked her to that account, oops- offering the ‘choice’ between one of our posts being quoted in her book with or without a name attached GEE THANKS SUCH GREAT OPTIONS; once she sees anything she wants to pull out of context, you can’t do anything about it (this is a public platform), so just block her so she doesn’t see it in the first place.

Hey but since we’re not getting an actual balanced book about the fandom maybe someone should write a companion book to hers analyzing the psychological phenomena of antis! Hey publishers, I can throw around buzz words too plus unlike her I know what I’m talking about as an actual member of this community, check it out: I propose an analysis in the aftermath of the Trump era of ‘othering’ in online spaces and how certain fandom groups operate as a socially acceptable entry level location of practice in demonizing a peer population which can act as a gateway to normalizing the othering of other cultures, races, etc. In this essay book I will address how fans experience peer validation and support to egg each other on in bullying other people because those people have been coded as Other and Wrong and because their community reinforces the idea that attacking other humans is Good Behavior and that normal constraints and ethics are suspended when people need to be Made to Understand the Righteous Truth and that any means justify that end, and how that carries over into non-fandom life and is dangerous as hell. Now THAT’S timely, DM for deets about where to send my advance!

#I have read AT LEAST two fics where Louis has a blog recreating recipes why have I seen no fic posts triumphantly circulating today?#authors this is your moment HYPE YOURSELVES #10 jun 21 #my policeman filming

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