#liv’s reads

[super-nova5045]

sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)

#anti taylor swift #like she can be problematic that’s okay #there are SO many problematic artists i like #but she’s not even that good #like read sylvia plath or virginia woolf or listen to LDR or fiona apple or mitski or lorde or boygenius or olivia rodrigo #aka her peers #and realise how much better they are #they truly write art because they have a compassion and rawness for it #whereas taytay only writes to get more money LOL #she’s so extremely privileged that her life is not at all relatable and now she tries to make it so #by romanticizing the most mundane #thats never been your brand babe now it’s going to sound like dogshit #GUTS by olivia rodrigo is better because it has such an intensity to it. liv means what she says and you can feel it! #fiona apple means what she says when she writes about begging her lover to love her back! #mitski means what she says when she writes that she is self destructive and puts herself in bad situations since that’s all she knows! #lana means what she says when she writes about her suicide attempt at 15 because of constant abuse from her mother and crippling depression #all of it such haunting and beautiful works because it truly comes from the soul and isn’t a cash grab #Anyway i’m so sorry virginia and sylvia and todd #todd anderson #AND JOE ALWYN #joe alwyn my favourite man ever #joe alwyn #dead poets society #anderperry #sylvia plath #virginia woolf #the bell jar #lana del rey #fiona apple #mitski

[livwritesstuff]

Moe and Steve have been at war (arguing about what to set the heat at in the winter) since the dawn of time (since Moe was tall enough to reach the thermostat). Steve has it set to a balmy 62°F from October through March and Moe takes every opportunity available to her to adjust it at least 10 degrees higher.

Steve: Stop touching my thermostat.

Moe: No! It’s fucking cold in here!

Steve: Put on a sweater.

Moe: I’m already wearing a sweater!

Finally, in 2018, it comes to a head when Moe finally ropes Hazel and Robbie into her crusade.

Hazel: Papa, it’s a little chilly.

Moe: And there’s loads of reasons why women feel the cold more than men

Steve: Says who?

Much to Steve’s chagrin, Moe produces three (3) scholarly sources discussing gender differences in thermoregulation.

Robbie: Get wrecked, Pop.

Moe: You and dad are outnumbered so it’s only fair that you cede to the majority.

Moe: And set the heat to 75

Steve: Uh, no. 75? Are you insane?

Steve: Also – I don’t know how you guys got under the impression that this is a democracy

Steve: This is a benevolent dictatorship at best, and until I see you helping pay the bills, that won’t be changing, so…

Steve: 65.

Moe: 72.

Steve: 68

Moe:

Moe: 68 during the day, 72 in the morning.

Steve: Deal.

*Cue a couple moments of sedate teenager-esque celebration*

Eddie, who had wisely remained a neutral party: Christ, Steve, she’s citing her fuckin’ sources and everything.

Robbie: Regretting having children yet?

Steve: No

Steve: Kind of regretting teaching you how to read though.

#when moe was little they used to say she read at a fifth-grade level and argued at a law-school level #steve still sets it to 62 during the day because nobody is home and nobody will know the difference except him and his electric bill #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

During The Summoning, when Wiggly first answers Steph that in exchange for getting rid of Max he wants what she cherishes most, he's not looking at Steph. He's staring at Grace. "Oh you'll hardly miss it. We just want what you cherish," is said while staring right at Grace, it's only on "most" that he switches his gaze to Steph. Throughout the rest of the scene, his gaze keeps pointedly switching to Grace, even though he seems to be addressing Steph. He barely looks at Pete except to do the thing with his hair. No, he's focused on the girls. He's taunting Stephanie, and he's watching Grace to see if she catches his drift. Catches what she could give up so Steph doesn't have to.

I dont think the LiB cared either way if Grace or Steph ended up sacrificing what they cherished most. No matter what the outcome, the LiB win. If Steph gives up what she wants most, Pete dies, Steph is broken, and Tinky gets Pete for his toy box. If Grace gives up her chastity, then she has willingly corrupted herself for the LiB's whims, and as we see, it leads to her going mad with power and continuing to use the book. (I don't think they even expected Pete to give up Steph, which is why he was barely addressed. That would be a wild timeline.) And there was a chance that both of them would end up giving up what they cherish, without knowing the other had already paid the price (It's not what happened, but it could have. Can you imagine if Grace had already fucked Max to Hell but Steph and Pete didn't know, and she ended up shooting him without needing to? The LiB would have been delighted.) No matter what, they win and the nerds lose something.

#npmd #nerdy prudes must die #npmd spoilers #the lords in black #lords in black #wiggog y'wrath #wiggly #stephanie lauter #grace chasity #steph lauter #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #ngl i would read an au where pete and stephs roles are reversed in the summoning and cool as i think i am reprise #and the similarities and differences between them #liv talks npmd #the summoning

[lesbiandardevil]

doc ock commission for instagram 🫶

#i fell to my knees when i read the inquiry /pos #i miss her need her back etc #in love with her also #spiderverse #into the spider verse #doc ock #olivia octavius #liv octavius #doctor octavius #spider man #commissions #my art

[theriseandfallofshittyurls]

what a horrible bastard <333

#liv’s art #six of crows #kaz brekker #biblically accurate crows #book accurate crows #man I love him sm #artists on tumblr #kanej<3 #bc he’s reading abt her lol #my art

[storybookprincess]

i realize many fandoms have had protestant reformation level schisms over far less than our recent hxh news, so perhaps i am poking a bear with this, but i am finding this entire visual novel style multiple endings situation in which the only ending released is one that makes no sense & answers no questions about the series & is regardless supposed to be considered “canon” only in the event of no other ending being formally published to be the most convoluted & incomprehensible way of concluding (but also kind of not concluding) the series. truly an ending only yoshihiro togashi could deliver

#i read some press on his announcement & i only made myself more confused #the true hxh experience #liv speaks #hxh

[heich0e]

So I had a levi thought and it won't leave me alone.

Cannon, Post War Levi putting you through multiple orgasms until you are a ruined mess with nothing but his injured hand, just to prove he can and that missing 2 fingers isn't enough to stop him from fucking you stupid.

Have a good day <3

18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT tw: mentions of injury, fingerfucking, face sitting, overstimulation, implied breeding kink

Post-war Levi fucks you like he has something to prove.

He doesn't, to be clear. You tell him all the time that you don't see him any differently, or think any less of him, because of the injuries that changed him. But I think that, especially in the early years after the war, he wonders if he's enough for you--if he can satisfy you. Down 2/5ths of a hand, an eye, and most of the use of his legs, he knows that he's not the same man that he used to be. The one you fell in love with.

And you're still young. You made it through the war unharmed in most of the ways that matter, and he knows you have a long life ahead of you that was never promised before the war. Any path is yours if you choose to take it.

Levi wonders, as he is, is it right to hold you back?

Levi has never been a selfish man. He's taken only what he needs to survive. Done the things he's done to keep the people around him, and humanity, safe. But now, he chooses something for himself. Chooses to hold you tighter, to keep you close, because he needs to. Because he wants you more than he's ever wanted anything.

Levi never stops after only making you cum once. It's not enough to only watch you fall apart under his careful ministrations a single time. He's methodical and insatiable--addicted to the sight of you: breaths ragged, skin dewy with perspiration, lips swollen and parted and kiss bruised, lost in the throes of pleasure. Pleasure he caused.

He learns how to make use of his injured hand: thumb on your clit, two remaining fingers bullying their way inside of you--crooking in just the right way that has you writhing. He gets good at it. Then great at it. Practice makes perfect, and Levi is nothing if not a man committed to his craft.

You're barely past the first high he'd brought you to when he's pulling you up towards him, angling your hips over his face where his head rests propped up against the pillows at the top of the bed.

His bed. Your bed. Something shared between the two of you, an intimate space you both come to at the end of each blissfully uneventful day.

You always hesitate for a moment, hands braced against the headboard or the wall, worried that you shouldn't let yourself drop down and asking if he's sure. His only answer is to pull your hips down flush against his face, his eyes (eye) remaining unwaveringly on yours the entire time.

And once you've cum again, crying out to him with your hands tangled in his hair, he'll finally fuck you. Watch you bounce up and down on his aching, neglected cock after so long. Indulge his primal, deep seated need to be inside of you--to fill you.

And maybe this time will be the time that finally takes. That finally brings something into the world that's half him and half you--a fantasy he's never allowed himself the indulgence of aspiring for until now. Maybe this will be the night that has you growing round and glowing, a little swell of your tummy a symbol to the world that even if Levi's not the man he used to be, he's still capable of this.

And if it isn't?

Well he'll keep trying until it does.

Practice makes perfect, after all.

And he's got nothing but time.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman #levi smut #levi x reader #levi x you #aot drabble #aot writing #writing #my brain short circuited reading this #also sorry this is bad i'm in a ZOOM CALL #liv got mail

[olibavee]

very charmed by this review i saw for a book on game design at the local library. i hope they got to make their own video game.

#liv rambles #i'm looking into reading some books on game design just for funsies. i don't have any plans really. just feel like learnin'. #caps mean how awesome it is......

[snixx]

just sent this to this girl from college i barely know send help lol

#vagueposting the shit out of tumblr dot com #i am prone to fits of randomness #and yes she knows I'm gay i hope she doesn't think uh. yk. #but yeah #why am i like thisss #someone sedate me she's online so i know she read it too #i love being embarrassing i think being embarrassing like gets me off or something /s #liv #i hope she doesn't think I'm hitting on her or whatever

[livfastdieyoung69]

A LEGEND’S RETURN

(Husband!Randy Orton x Partner!Y/N)

They came at separate times so as to not alarm anyone, including their new, and once again co-workers. A sweatshirt covered their figure and the wrestling gear beneath, a staff uniform hiding their face along with their identity from other wrestlers, young and full of ambition, who wandered the halls.

It was happening. Of course, they had known so for many months prior but to be in the act, every step moving them closer to that one movement of pushing the curtain aside and stepping out onto the platform, music, and pyro, and fans jumping out of their seats, screaming in surprise and disbelief that they were back. Y/N L/N was back.

And for it to be their favorite pay-per-view of the year, besides Wrestlemania, of course, they were so grateful for. But to be able to experience it, side-by-side, with their husband, they would forever be thankful.

Y/N and Randy had met through wrestling, both rising to fame early on in their career in WWE, each known for their methodical attack method on their opponent and their ability to slowly bring their rival to the mat, shoulders down and to the finishing count of one two three, without them even noticing. Considering their same in-ring approach, they were paired together quite often, and in turn forced to spend many hours together.

Their partnership through work turned into a partnership through life, quickly developing deeper, and more passionate than either of the two believed they would ever be able to hold. Though their relationship was known to the public and quite obvious, both were seen as legends- each on their own, and together.

The crowd often shouted for the team to reunite or even just for Y/N in general, seeing as Randy had been in the company for a strong 15 years with no sight of stopping anytime soon but Y/N had unfortunately faced an injury, bad enough to almost threaten their life, and more indefinitely threaten their in ring ability.

But finally, after four years of physical therapy and continuous training, followed up by more training with the hopes of coming back and not having ring rust, they were back into smelly locker rooms so many others had been in before, possibly even them, jumping on their toes and shaking the anticipation from their hands with a energy they had missed for quite some time.

A soft knock rung on the wooden door, barely audible to those in and outside before the wood inched open a foot's width, a shiny, black wrestling boot peaking through before the face of the Legend Killer himself, a look of assurance and excitement set on his face at the sight of his partner back in their wrestling gear after so long.

A grin covered his face while he moved to sit in front of Y/N who continued their pacing, even at the sight of their very sweaty husband, who had just retained his title once again. His match had been shortly after another smaller one which preceded the mens’ Royal Rumble, leading Y/N to the realization that after a short promo, the women’s Royal Rumble would be starting and then finally, coming in at number 13, much like they had done many years before, and the temporary leave of one of WWE’s most loved superstars was forever ended.

Though even Randy’s presence would always, and (most of the time) indefinitely bring a sense of calm to Y/N it didn’t seem to do much at the moment. Their pacing was forced to come to a halt when Randy grabbed a hold of their shoulder, fingers gently feathering over their collarbone. Knowing no words would be able to cure their anxiousness, he pulled them in close with a kiss to the forehead while his hands were quick to find the curve of their lower back.

“What if they don’t remember me?” Though the words were whispered, the tension in them passed through the room as if they were shouted, maybe even screamed with enough intensity to break glass yet no one outside of the perimeters of the milimeteres between the two were able to hear it, muffled by the warm skin and dripping sweat of Randy’s shoulder.

“They were chanting for you last week baby, they know you and they absolutely want you back so don’t even think about that.” His rough but affectionately spoken words were hard to understand as well, neither wanting to end their physical contact. A strangled explanation tried to leave Y/N, but they weren’t able to express their worries so instead let out a frustrated sigh.

“You know they love you. I literally had to compete with the amount of love they had for you when we first got together N/N, I cannot even express to you how much they love you. How much I love you.” After a scoff from the receiving end of such sweet comments, Y/N decided it was time to part ways with their husbands shoulder.

‘Okay, enough with the mushy shit, I have to finish getting ready and then I gotta head to the gorilla.” Uncomfortable at Randy’s declaration of love, just like they always were, they pushed the subject forward much to the disappointment of his love for teasing them. After quickly finishing the final touches of their outfit and waiting in the small, concrete room for a special-made knock on the door from Triple H or Stephanie, two of the only people who knew about Y/N’s return.

Only twenty minutes of conversation seemed like forever, the lovers always able to get lost in each other no matter the circumstances, each of their ability to find joy, and laughter in their soulmate impeccable.

Knock, knock….knock.

Conversation was lost, and the sense of tingling appearing to the tips of fingers. A quick breath sucked into Y/N’s lungs along with a rush of energy and nervousness they had shortly lost.

“Guess it's time then, hm?” Randy’s question broke through the silence that had filled the cement room earning a hum of approvement, the sound echoing into the cold, empty room.

With a push of a door, and their husband following shortly behind, Y/N made their way into the crowded hallway with a confident stride, earning shocked stares because not only was Y/N L/N’s there, but they were in the same building as them, the same hallway as them, only feet away from them, and not only that but, Y/N L/N was in wrestling gear and the crowd was counting down, no other superstars in sight. Y/N L/N’s was back and they were witnessing it, firsthand.

Five!

Another anxious breath left them, tempted to once again start pacing feet away from the curtain that would bring them back into the WWE universe as their hangs began to ring together.

Four!

Y/N spun around, taking a quick look at the many screens and producers, the other superstars staring on in awe, at their husband, and the World Heavyweight Championship belt still around his waist, reminding them of their own success with the unfortunately abandoned Hardcore Title, and the Women's Championship Title.

Three!

At the thought of all of their accomplishments, made in independence and with the love of their life by their side, their small smile turned into a grin, the thought of how much they had longed to be back in the ring and how it was finally happening, their dream for the past four years finally coming true, nightmares of failing their fans and themselves never to return again.

Two!

Randy’s hand wrapped around the back of their neck, roughly pulling a surprised Y/N in for a passionate kiss from behind them, sending the both of them into a playful laughter, a whisper confined to the two of them even in the crowded room leaving Y/N.

“I’m back, baby. I’m back.”

One!

And they can..they can tell us we’re crazy, and we can say, well you haven’t seen anything yet.

The arena had never been louder, not in its 21 years of life, not in football games, not in screaming concerts with fans and musicians louder than life itself, not when Sheamus won his second back-to-back Royal Rumble that night, but for them. Because they were Y/N L/N, and they were back.

i kinda like this one yall ngl and yes i did use the ballad of the sleazy rider for an entrance again its just too good, ALSO this is at the 2013 royal rumble so were just gonna pretend thre was a womens royal rumble then too

also this took me way to long and i have 69 followers teehee

requested by the lovely @thedoveesquire mwah!

i think im gonna close requests for a lil bit and work on the ones i do have and then work on bones body soul and rnd for a lil :/

#liv writes;*! #randy orton x reader #sorta gn reader but they are in the womens royal rumble just no she her used #i am not reading this shit again so i hope theres no spelling or grammar errors im tiredddd its like 3 in the morning

[livwritesstuff]

Angsty question- feel free to ignore if you want.

Historically, dads yelling has always been a very not-good sound. Especially to girls.

What happened the first time Steve or Eddie (or both) yelled? Not even at the girls; it could’ve been a heated argument they were having.

How old were the girls? What did they do? How did Steve and Eddie feel? What did they do?

oooh okay i definitely took my time mulling over this one bc i wanna make sure i’m getting my wording right

(and reading this back i’m realizing i kind of don’t really answer your actual question hope that’s okay lol)

I think a really important facet of this is that (in this ‘verse) Steve is a licensed and practicing trauma counselor. Not only does he know how harmful (and counter-productive) yelling can be, he also knows all sorts of other methods for communication that are just better.

It’s not that the girls don’t ever piss him off or do stupid shit and get in trouble – he just knows way more effective ways to get them to realize oh shit, I fucked up than by yelling at them.

(I think if anything, he could be a stress-yeller, but by the time he and Eddie start fostering kids, he’s been through so much shit that he doesn’t really ever hit that stress threshold anymore).

And then, I think with Eddie, he’s still as dramatic as ever even in middle-aged adulthood, and I think he gets loud about things pretty much regardless of the emotion behind it, so the girls aren’t super phased by it if/when he does get loud from a place of anger or frustration. I also feel like Eddie tends to defer to Steve when it comes to the heavier parts of parenthood, precisely because he knows that Steve is coming at it from a place of clinical expertise in a way that he himself isn’t. Steve isn’t a yeller, so neither is Eddie. Maybe if Steve had been more inclined to yell, Eddie would be too.

Same thing applies with Steve and Eddie’s communication with each other – they don’t really get into screaming matches over shit, but when they do argue or have disagreements or conflict or whatever, they get mean, and I think this is where there could be some problems. 

Like, they can throw some serious barbs at each other when they want to (and they’ve known each other for a long time so they’ve got plenty of ammo), and when the girls are little, it’s easy to forget in the heat of the moment that they actually can understand what their dads are saying.

Hence why, a few hours after an argument (about nothing – they were just both in pissy moods at the same time, and with Hazel not even five months old yet they’re not really getting much sleep which doesn’t help things at all), Steve finds three-year-old Robbie crying in her room, and when he asks her what’s wrong, she whimpers, “Moe said you and Daddy are gonna get a divorce.”

And, fuck, Moe is only six, and Steve didn’t know that she even knew what divorce was (though it’s possible he and Eddie had gossiped a little too close to the sun about one of their neighbors’ divorce earlier that same week, so maybe that one's on them), and the notion that her brain had been able to make that connection from the things she'd heard earlier had Steve feeling like the worst guy on the planet.

Then, when they sat down with the older two girls to make sure they knew that everything was fine and no one was getting divorced, it only got worse because Moe started repeating back to them the shitty things they had said to each other, and there’s a special kind of shame in hearing word-for-word the vitriol he’d directed at Eddie – who he loves; no argument could ever change that – coming out of his kindergartener’s mouth.

Yeah, so anyways, I don’t really think yelling would necessarily be an issue with them, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some real flaws in their communication that stick with the girls.

#eddie: do you think they’d even let us get divorced #eddie: they only just made gay marriage legal – do you think they’d even have the protocol in place for gay divorce #steve: please don’t joke about that right now. read the damn room for once. #liv’s steddie dads verse #liv says stuff

[quicksilvernightmares]

@deathpacito Starter call

Vincent is stalking the streets somewhat listlessly, crimson eyes sweeping over everything and everyone in the hopes of coming across something maybe familiar. It's not going well really, too much different then what he's used to and too many strange faces.

There's people here so much more colorful and strange then what's familiar, people that make him and his outlandish outfit look almost normal. He just tucks his chin down in his collar and moves onward, trusting his sense of direction to find his way back as he weaves through street after street.

After a time, he stops paying as much attention to the people and where he's going.

Which is of course the point when he rounds a corner and nearly collides with a wall of a man. His sheer dexterity saves him, twisting out of the way before collision, though he has to catch himself on the nearest wall with his claw.

"Ah, apologies. I let my mind wander away from my feet," he says quietly, voice low and gravely. Well, it's not every day he has to actually look up at someone. Strange.

#deathpacito #event: fragmemoria #(hello there! I haven't read Max yet but I've been dragged into Trigun hell by friends of mine) #(nice to rp with Liv!)

[ohtendril]

gotta be my favorite genre

#svu never fails to deliver a shot of Liv looking at someone through someone #and I kinda love it tbh #cause it’s Liv she’ll be reading and perceiving and detecting #and gazing #yeah let’s not forget that one #eo #svu #I’ll never get iver that shot from the interrogation room from the prodigal son #artistry masterpiece cinema

[andiwriteordie]

please don’t ever become a stranger | 18.3k words

Mike isn’t sure how much time passes—how long they stay there, foreheads pressed against each other, holding onto one another’s hands like they’re scared to let go. But finally, Mike finds the courage in him to open his eyes and whisper, “I wish we had more time together.”

Because isn’t that what they’ve been missing all along? Time. They’ve never had more than a few months together before being rebooted, and even now, the longest the two of them have gotten to interact, the universe is separating them again. It’s as if every single fucking time the two of them get close and begin to fall in love, they have to start over again.

Now, knowing the full extent of their shared history, Mike just wants more time with Will. That’s all he wants.

Or:

The Good Place season 3 finale, but make it Byler.

— 

the tgp brain rot is so real right now, you guys. if you’ve had to interact with me at all this week, i apologize for dragging you back into your tgp brain rots with me.

also, let the record show that i gave suni @astrobei like three different tgp fic options, and she went with the most devastating idea i had. so she is an accomplice to the crime that is this fic.

anyways, enjoy this late birthday fic for my dear suni, whom i love very very very much <3 

oh and here’s the playlist full of sad songs that remind me of this fic.

(also a big thank you to @messrsbyler​ for helping me with this moodboard!!!!!)

#byler #byler fic #byler fanfic #the good place fusion #the good place spoilers #oh yeah btw do NOT read this if you haven't watched tgp #unless you don't care about spoilers #anyways i kinda wanna write more good place stuff #Send Help #also big thank you to liv and bhavna for being my unofficial betas on this #mwah <3 #ok that's a lot of tags bye now #andi writes not dies

[palettepainter]

Muppets: Hired Sparky update

So uhm, big update concerning Hired Sparky

I may have to re-write an entire chapter because otherwise the events in the very final chapter don't make sense or feel earnt. Re-reading is important, this is why you do it so you can catch on to any errors in the story

....But this chapter is just over 9k words so I'm not doing okay

#This is why you proof read people #I want this story to be good and for you all to like Liv #But my god WHY did it have to be one of the longest chapters?! #The word count aside I'm not 100% happy with the events in said chapter anyway #it feels like some scenes drag on longer then they need to so it def needs improving anyway #But my god 9k words #Down the drain #uuuuuggghh #Sona #Hired Sparky #Stories #Muppets #Muppet OC #Liv

[heich0e]

wait liv is this your first time posting omegaverse? if so how nicee!! i love a/b/o so much

yeah it was always on the No Fly List for me but i think maybe i'm coming down with something. maybe there's a planet in retrograde

#liv got mail #to be CLEAR: there's nothing wrong with omegaverse at ALL i just had no personal interest in reading/writing it!!