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klaineccfanficlibrary · 5 months

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hello its been a long time l havent seen any long fic l am on a holiday and l’d like to know longest M rated klaine fics preferably on fanfiction.net its really nice to read on the app but searching is very hard thank you so much! and happy holidays!

Ok, longest M rated Klaine stories on fanfic (in English!) ~ Jen

Kurt and Blaine, A love story by sweetgirlgml

This is how I picture canon Kurt and Blaine s relationship since the first day. There are few characters of my own creation thrown in the mix for fun purposes. Lots of romance, some laughter and a few tears. Basically a shameless ode to Klaine fluff. You ve been warned so I won t be held responsible for dentists bills, just saying. Chapters: 72 - Words: 465,199 -

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Crowded House by kellyb321

All of your favorite Warblers and a few new faces, too. Follow our boys as they start their lives in NYC, each couple facing their own challenges, heartbreak, self-discovery and redemption. Stick around as they realize support, acceptance and most importantly, true love can all be found in one big Crowded House. Heavy on the Klaine and Niff. Chapters: 117 - Words: 924,400

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Another Tomorrow by xCaellachx

How many times will it take for Blaine to get it right, when he doesn't even know what to fix? Supernatural elements. Chapters: 47 - Words: 167,708

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Ambassadors Abroad by jcrissrid

Klaine, The Warblers and New Directions find themselves getting a trip to Europe to sing for 2 weeks this summer. Perfect summer romance for Klaine. Some smut, but M for possible later chapters Chapters: 75 - Words: 243,903

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Westerville Abbey by@hkvoyage

Blaine, the spare heir of Westerville, sets out to fulfill his duty of finding a wife. He soon realizes he is more attracted to the new footman, Kurt, who has just arrived to work alongside his father, Westerville Abbey's butler. Will Blaine and Kurt overcome 1910s England's class differences? Will their forbidden love survive WW1? A Downton Abbey inspired historical Klaine Chapters: 64 - Words: 249,587

and sequel Life in the Big Apple By @hkvoyage

Sequel to Westerville Abbey. Kurt and Blaine are reunited, but their happily ever after comes with a whole new set of challenges: relationship hiccups, jealousy, sabotage, war memories, and family troubles. Yet with love and perseverance, they can make it through. A Klaine historical AU set in the 1920s. Chapters: 50 - Words: 201,545

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Distance makes the heart grow fonder by Grace Ryan

Kurt is back at McKinley. Klaine are trying to make things work despite the distance. Rated M for fluffiness and future physical contact. ; Not really great at summaries. Chapters: 87 - Words: 223,369

#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #rated M #200k+#fanfiction.net

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gallawitchxx · 4 months

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weekly tag wednesday!

i was tagged by a ton of cuties -- @darlingian @energievie @deedala @palepinkgoat @crestfallercanyon @francesrose3 @mmmichyyy @lingy910y & @juliakayyy! thanks cuties! i'm smooching each & every one of you on the cheek!

about me

name: bee age: 31 star sign: cancer your first language: english second language: french! i'm fairly conversational favorite lip product: chapstick the best food dish you can make without a recipe: tacos? tacos! if you drink tea, what kind?: english breakfast or mint if you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get?: as dark as dark can be! favorite thing to watch on youtube right now: tbh i don't really watch much on youtube these days? gallavichscenes probably lol favorite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: kiss compilations oops favorite item of clothing right now: a sweatshirt that says "come to the dark side, we have smut" favorite item of clothing in 2012: this hot little red dress that made me look like a bombshell

fandom

three movies you recommend: 10 things i hate about you, elizabethtown, lars & the real girl your favorite concert: my favorite singer of all time, during a snowstorm in nyc. there were only 35 people in attendance & he came down afterwards to say hello & take pictures, even though he's the most shy person of all time - it was amazing! have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?: yes have you ever left a fandom because of the fans?: no the best tv show you watched last year: this one's really hard... it was a great year - either the bear or the final season of succession do you have a fancasting you just can't let go of?: i don't think so? even though i really loved tpz as alex in rwrb, i do wish they'd gone with a biblically accurate height difference & cast someone like michael cimino (love, victor) a ship you've abandoned: i don't think i've ever abandoned a ship! how willing are you to share your ao3 history?: omg it's a mess, but you can peek, sure do you have a fandom tattoo?(do you want one?): i have luna lovegood's radish earrings, an ode to hamlet & my favorite number in doctor who-like tally marks! & the rebel alliance symbol. oh wow, i'm a nerd! what fandom do you wish was bigger?: the last binding series by freya marske! especially hawthorn & ross, aka rawthorn my beloveds has a finale ever ruined a show for you?: same as chani - how i met your mother. terrible shame! also a bit game of thrones. it wasn't ruined, but i wasn't happy.

have you...

swam in an ocean?: yes ever been vegan/vegetarian?: no gone skinny dipping?: yes gone skiing?: no been to a convention?: many!

tagging @thisdivorce @steorie @heymrspatel @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @metalheadmickey @gardenerian @howlinchickhowl @rereadanon @creepkinginc & anyone else who wants to play! xx

#wow i have a lot of fandom tattoos lol #who knew?#tag games #tagged #weekly tag wednesday

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scratchwake · 8 months

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Hi Tumblr, made that Alan Wake and Control server I was talking about!!

Gonna keep this post with the link up for a few days before I remove the link. If you're seeing this after I remove the link, DM me for the invite! (Or, alternatively, if you know anyone already in the server, DM them for the invite, but I'm probably the quickest route lol)

To the people who showed interest in the notes and rbs of my first post about this server; Here ya go, @rabbitmagic @a-flappy-bat and @due-to-the-fact-that-im-a-slut. I did the thing.

Eat up Remedy fans

#alan wake #alan wake 2 #remedy entertainment #control #control game #control remedy #control 2019 #talking #discord server #discord

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daggerzine · 3 months

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Love Child- Never Meant To Be 1988-1993 (12XU)

Love Child, the NYC trio of Will Baum, Rebecca Odes, and Alan Licht (later joined by Brenda O’Malley after Baum left) could’ve just been a footnote in history but thanks to the 12XU label fans old and new will be turned onto the band’s great grit rock that was all over the indie world in the late ’80s/early ’90s. Though it was basically Licht on guitar, Odes on bass, and Baum/O’Malley on drums there was some musical chairs instrument switching going on and on the vocals, too that always made for an interesting stew.

Ken Katkin’s Trash Flow label released the band’s debut single back in ’90 and sang the band's praises to anyone within earshot. When he took over Homestead Records (from Gerard Cosloy, who ironically runs the 12XU label that is releasing this collection), he continued on, releasing the band's two terrific LPs, Okay? and Witchcraft and another single. In addition to select cuts from those records, there are also songs from a Peel Session, a KSPC radio session, and more for 26 songs in all.

The charm of these recordings is Licht’s 6-string wizardry, a possibly self-taught genius who plays what he feels like when he wants to while the rhythm section hammers it all home with real hammers. Many of the songs don’t even hit the two-minute mark and those that do barely go over it though a few songs even go over the 5-minute mark and the album closer is the genre-defying “All is Loneliness” close in over eight minutes (I think they invented the word raga for cuts like this).

Cuts like “Wait and See, “He’s So Sensitive,” “Cigarette Ash,” “Crocus Says” and “Fortune Cookie” are just a few wired/wiry cuts that any band would be proud to call their own (“Willpower’ too). In other words, it’s not too late to ride the fiery breeze of Love Child!

www.12xu.bandcamp.com

www.lovechild12xu.bandcamp.com

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evenlarksandkatydids · 1 year

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songs that would be featured in bad succession

-Empire State of mind-jay-z & alicia keys (this plays during the pilot over establishing shots of manhattan so the audience knows the show takes place in nyc)

-believer-imagine dragons

-i took a pill in ibiza-mike posner

-bad guy-billie eilish

-new americana-halsey

-defying gravity from wicked (shiv sings it during the musical episode)

-a terrible indie girl cover of love the way you lie which would play during a tomshiv scene

-hold on-chord overstreet (this would play during either logan’s death or a very melodramatic scene where kendall od’s)

-habits (stay high)-tove lo

-animals-maroon 5 (this would play during a romangerri scene)

-wait for it from hamilton (kendall sings it during the musical episode)

-human-rag’n’bone man

-everybody loves me-onerepublic (this is played during a roman scene)

-you’re somebody else-flora cash

-broken-lovelytheband (this is either a kenstewy song or a ken x naomi song)

-use somebody-kings of leon

-dancing on my own-calum scott (this would play during the final scene of too much birthday)

-diamonds-sam smith (also a tomshiv song)

-waving through a window from dear evan hansen (roman sings it during the musical episode)

-shape of you-ed sheeran

#succession #kendall roy #shiv roy #roman roy #logan roy #tom wambsgans

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drikgs · 7 months

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ogolnie w tym tygodniu troche wiecej jem wiec zeobie male ppdsumowanie bo zapominam pozniek pod koniec tygodnia w kaki dzien kadlam a w jako nie

pon - byl chyba fast (nie jestem pewna czy nie zjadlam ptasiego mleczka😭😭)

wtorek - tu zjadlam wiecej bo misialam wiec tak

troche brokula i ziemniakow bo byly na oboad i no nie mialam jak udawac ze zkadlam

ptasie mleczko tiramisu bo mialam mega ochote i uznalam ze wole nie triggerowac napadow bo ostatnio jest ciezko z tym

potem bylam z mama w restauracji i kadlam zupe dyniowa (pyszna byla nie zaluje ani teoche a poza tym malo kcal), troche sernika od niej i trochr lodow i bezy (musialam)

sroda - jakies 2 takie mini placuszki twarogowe bo rowniez musialam zjesc i pozniej niecale ptasie mleczko pb

bilans dzis na minusie (mwm ile zkadlam ale spalone mam ponad 260 a tyle nie zjadlam)

jutro mam w planach fasta, poatek jak sie ida fasta a jak chodzi o weekend to mam na razie wymagania takie zeby nie bylo binge i powinno nyc super

#motylki any #bede motylkiem #blogi motylkowe #motylki #motylki blog #ana dairy #tw 3d vent #jestem motylkiem #będę motylkiem #az do kosci

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dcbbw · 1 year

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Sneak Peek Sunday--The A/N Edition

Happy Sunday, tumblrs and Happy Mother’s Day to those who celebrate. It’s late evening but didn’t want to let the day end without posting snippets of the two stories that have somehow taken priority in my mind and are bubbling up furiously in the Fuck Wizard’s cauldron.

There are only two tonight, and they are accompanied by the author’s notes. I implore everyone who reads this to take the time to read the A/N for Waiting Room even though it is appropriately tagged with content warnings. Also, please reach out via comments or DM if you want on or off the tag list for Waiting Room (or just in general).

Everything’s below the cut, and in a state of rough draft. Final posted versions may differ. Enjoy and see you soon!

Texting (tentative title)

This story is the result of a wild hair all up IN my buttcrack and a plethora of disjointed ideas. The inspiration for said story is ripped straight from real-world headlines and this movie trailer. I was going to keep this somewhat canon compliant, but Cordonia/transatlantic doesn’t work here, so I present to you the NYC AU.

I am excited about this, and believe it or not … I am super stoked to have Drake Walker living in NJ with his girlfriend/fiancée Anne Marie, a true Jersey girl complete with big hair, 90s era hoop earrings, and that accent.

Thanks to those who read the beginnings of this story and encouraged me to WRITE IT! WRITE IT! WRITE IT!

You guys already know who belongs to PB (but do they really?); everyone else belongs to me.

Song Inspiration: Midwife, Sickworld

Brooklyn

“I’m in love with you, you know,” the man whispered against the woman’s shoulder. His breath was harsh and hot, with the staleness that comes from awakening out of a deep slumber.

A smile curved the woman’s lips; she spoke though her eyes remained closed. “I can’t tell. I’m still a fiancée after seven years,” she teased.

He nipped her shoulder. “In less than a month, we move from promise to commitment. And we needed that time to prepare, you know that!”

She stretched languidly, twisting her body so she faced him. “Indeed, we did.”

In their time together, the couple had bought a three bedroom, two bath house with an attached one-car garage; a rarity in Cobble Hill, a neighborhood within Brooklyn, New York. The fact it cost under a half-million dollars turned the rarity into a unicorn.

They had started a business: a pub in the center of one of Brooklyn’s most bustling communities named The Bar Belle; he often said it was an ode to how they met.

He had purchased the car in their garage for her; she was the official chauffeur as he had never learned to drive. His argument was always, “For what?”

In seven years, they had built a life.

Riley Brooks sat up in the bed, waking before the alarm clock went off. A slightly sour odor wafted past her nostrils when she pulled the sheet closer to her nude body; she couldn’t recall the last time she had washed the linen.

It didn’t matter.

Her eyes traveled around the bedroom, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she took in the pictures of her and Daniel; of his dark blue eyes, dark brown hair, and lopsided smile. She reached blindly for her phone laying atop her nightstand, and through tears, she texted a message.

New York County District Attorney’s Office, Manhattan

The man was focused on the screen in front of him, blue eyes trained on the string of 1’s and 0’s as he uploaded the latest patch update to the 752 employees of the New York County DA’s office. The buzzing of his phone caught his attention.

It was her; it had been her for the last six months.

His long fingers moved swiftly over the wireless keyboard as he typed, answering and entering prompts by rote; his mind was curiously wondering what she had to say this time. It took all of his self-control to not pick the phone up immediately. Once the update began to run, he picked up his phone, entering the world’s worst numeric passcode: 1234.

Dear God, Daniel. It’s been long enough for me to have accepted that you’re gone. But I haven’t and don’t think I ever will. I still expect to see you when I open my eyes, I still wait to hear your key in the lock, even though I have it now. I keep it in my wallet. In any case, good morning sunshine.

I miss you. So fucking much. I just want you here with me.

Still loving you,

-R

The man felt his throat constrict, but there was nothing he could do.

“Ahem.”

He lifted his eyes from the phone screen and peered over his dual monitors to meet the cool green eyes of the woman seated at the desk across from him. She broke her gaze to stare pointedly at the cellphone.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered as he guiltily placed the phone back on his desk.

“I don’t believe you, and you need to tell her,” Olivia Nevrakis snapped as her fingernails clacked against her keyboard.

The man abruptly pushed his chair back before rising from his seat. “I’m going to the bathroom,” he announced to no one.

“Need someone to hold your hand?” Rashad Domvallier asked snidely before answering a service desk call.

The man flipped Rashad the bird before exiting the office, taking care to leave his phone where it was.

Waiting Room

Content Warning/Triggers: usage of a racial slur, graphic description

A/N: This story is a fictionalized version of historical events. It is not fanfiction, so there is no Liam here. There is no Drake, no MC, nothing Choices/PB related. I realize this a fandom, and certain content is expected, needed, wanted. Feel free to keep scrolling now.

The basis of this story has been a stain on America for 68 years and counting. No justice was ever served, no questions ever answered. The facts of the case are true, the conversations and inner thoughts are my imagination and thought processes.

On April 27, American icon Jerry Springer died; an hour later it was reported that Carolyn Bryant Donham had passed as well (official date of death for Bryant-Donham is April 25). For those who don’t know, Carolyn Bryant is the Mississippi white woman who accused Emmett Till, a 14-year-old black boy from Chicago of making lewd sexual advances towards her, resulting in the horrific torture, beating, and lynching of the teenager.

What was done to Emmett Till shocked a nation, both blacks and whites, and galvanized the Civil Rights Movement. If you wish to research Emmett Till, please do but be warned: the pictures of his face after he was fished from the Tallahatchie River (with a 75-pound cotton gin fan tied to his neck with barbed wire) are graphic and not for the faint of heart.

This story is a conversation between Carolyn Bryant and Jerry Springer as they await judgement. I think the enigma and mystery Carolyn Bryant shrouded herself in for the remainder of her life following the acquittal (by an all-white, all male jury in Sumner, Mississippi) of Till’s killers would appeal to every aspect of who Jerry Springer had been: reporter, lawyer, talk-show host.

Disclaimers/Warnings/Triggers:

· There are racial slurs used in this story. They are not used gratuitously nor with impunity. We are hearing from a young, uneducated white woman born, bred, raised in the American south circa 1955. Jim Crow was King, segregation was the way of life, and blacks were not addressed by even their names, let alone with titles such as Mister or Miss.

· If you don’t know, I AM a 100% black American woman who has lived over a half-century on this earth. I am neither racist nor classist, but apparently, I write one on the internet. None of these excuses the usage of slurs but may make it a little more tolerable.

· The discussions regarding race relations, Carolyn’s accusation, and Emmett Till’s murder will be frank, raw, and to the extent I can make it, … honest.

I didn’t write this for anyone other than myself. This story will not be for everyone, and I both respect and understand the choice to pass on this. For the few who expressed interest in reading, I appreciate you, your support, and your encouragement.

Song Inspirations:

Mississippi Goddam, Nina Simone

Daylight, David Kushner

He noticed that the air from the hallway was not fresh; it had a distinct sour stench. His nose wrinkled in response. Carolyn Bryant, who made no acknowledgement of the unwelcome odor, looked over when a voice called for her. There was no one in the doorway.

“Lyn, come on! We been waiting on you!” The voice was deep and impatient in tone.

Roy Bryant.

Carolyn rolled her eyes while exhaling a frustrated sigh. “Of course Roy would amongst the first people I see here.”

“COME ON!” Roy thundered, his voice closer. “Time to face the music, dear!” The sarcasm placed on the endearment was palatable.

Her brows furrowed in unease, the woman rose from the love seat. “I suppose this is goodbye. For now.” She extended her hand, which Jerry shook.

She turned to make her way to the door, and stumbled backwards as a strangled cry arose from her throat. A 1955-era Roy Bryant stood in the doorway, but he was different. His outfit was the same white shirt and light-colored slacks he wore during his trial, the hairs on his barreled chest and burly arms still dark and curly. But his face … held the disfigured visage of Emmett Louis Till.

Swollen. Grotesquely damaged, resembling a mutilated papier-mâché project more so than a human face.

The Emmett Till that had been pulled from the Tallahatchie River. The face that Mamie Till insisted the world see to show everyone the inhumanity that lived in the Delta of the deep south. The face that Carolyn Bryant had closed her eyes to, and her husband had proudly proclaimed to be his handiwork.

“ROY, WHAT IN THE WORLD HAPPENED TO YOU?”

Roy raised an arm to run thick fingers through the wiry stubble that haphazardly covered patches of a now pasty gray skull; he shook his head in dejected bemusement as he did so. His “eyes” met her gaze, one socket empty; it was where he and his brother JW had gouged the eye out before putting a bullet in the boy’s head. The hole left behind from the shooting was a gaping crater in what used to be skin.

The other eye was inflated shut. Swollen, discolored lips cracked apart in what passed for a smile. The mouth held no teeth; they had been either knocked out or pulled out with pliers. The gums were swollen to where it resembled caricature and caked with dried blood.

“THIS is what YOU did to me, to ALL OF US!”

“I NEVER TOUCHED THAT NIGGER BOY!” Carolyn protested as she made her way back towards Jerry Springer; the television personality deftly stepped aside. He wanted no parts of that. He had his own husband/wife confrontation to answer for.

“You didn’t have to. You weaponized me and JW to do it for you! You orchestrated this entire fiasco, Carolyn! And the biggest joke out of all of this is that boy NEVER died! WE DID! As soon as he was discovered, WE DIED, and he was catapulted into immortality! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!”

The heated words were accompanied by snarls and growls almost animalistic in nature.

“YOU’RE A LIAR and I’m not going ANYWHERE with YOU!” Carolyn screamed as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Roy snorted derisively. “You have no choice. Now, I can’t enter the room … but others can. Speaking from experience, it’s best you escort yourself out.”

Tagging: @jared2612 @ao719 @marietrinmimi @queenjilian @indiacater @kingliam2019 @bebepac @liamxs-world @mom2000aggie @liamrhysstalker2020 @twinkleallnight @umccall71 @superharriet @busywoman @gabesmommie1130 @tessa-liam @beezm @gardeningourmet @lovingchoices14 @mainstreetreader @angelasscribbles @lady-calypso @emkay512 @princessleac1 @charlotteg234 @queenrileyrose @alj4890 @yourfavaquarius111 @motorcitymademadame @queenmiarys

#dcbbw writes #wips #trr/trh au fanfiction #original work #carolyn bryant #jerry springer #writer on tumblr

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thedarlinglimited · 2 years

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It's The begining of the New Year for Me and my daughter Lily🦄; there are new adventures to embark on and new reasons to smile and new winter adventures await!🐻‍❄️

Our style at this moment is inspired by the super vintage, candy-colored ode to winter The Grand Budapest Hotel.

For anyone who isn't familiar with the pink and peculiar film of Wes Anderson then I'll explain in a pastel pink Mendls bakery box tied with a ribbon. The quirky caper of comedic errors and stylish silliness takes place against a beautiful backdrop of a wintry hotel wonderful that's as visually stunning as it is incredibly vintage.

The vibes at the Jean Gorges Tin building at the soul street seaport have the same vibe. Walking distance from Michaeli's bakery ( the sweet apple raisin babka that almost tastes like rustic stollen pastry is incredible) and nestled amongst the most stylish ships is the most incredible ode to vintage visuals that I have ever seen in NYC. Maybe it's the glowing art deco globe lights that dot the golden ceilings almost like golden clusters of grapes or maybe it's the attention to detail that's so Impeccable there isn't a napkin holder that doesn't reference a richly vintage European era of cafe society...but this building is cinema at its best.

To chill in such a lush building one needs to wear something statement making. Lil and I chose candy pink. To match the vintage candy shoppe all pink and gold and white and magical. My pink vintage trench by French brand apostrophe is vintage and a gift from one of my best friends. My light pink sweater, also vintage, and glasses-warby Parker are also a reference to mid-century sophistication that is as polished as it is Parisian. My daughter Lil also wore all pink and to usher in a sweet new year we had candy and coffee and marveled in the magic of the place.

We definitely recommend visiting the south st seaport and if your feeling really grand wear a conversation piece something vintage something and something unexpected.

#wes anderson #vintage #vintage style #grand budapest hotel style #style #pink #jean gorges tin building

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usaigi · 11 months

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AU where Felicia becomes the new Kingpin. She gets into the drug trade business because she had a friend who OD on fentanyl so she takes over to make sure the shit being sold in NYC is “safe” (no drugs are safe but you know what I mean). She starts a drug use clinic where people can get and dispose of needles, there’s nurses/health care workers on staff, and offers help to anyone ready to get sober.

It’s all still illegal and Felicia is thieving to fund her social programs but Spider-Man/heroes for hire can’t totally hate her.

#usaigi’s hfh au #spider man #Peter Parker #felicia hardy #marvel #drug ment tw

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novaliedellano · 2 months

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“I JUST WANT TO FEEL SOMETHING; TELL ME WHERE TO GO...”

Introducing...

Full Name: Novalie Christine Dellano Professionally/Universally Known: Nova Gender & Preferred Pronouns: Gender-Nonconforming & She/They Age: 29 Birthdate: September 29, 1994 Zodiac: Libra ☉, Virgo ☽, Scorpio ↑ Sexuality: Bisexual ( hates the term ) Faceclaim: Ashley Frangipane ( Halsey ) Occupation: Singer/Songwriter/Actress Hometown: Asbury Park, NJ. Playlist: HERE. Funfact(s): Has a pitbull mix named Vader and an epaulette shark named Floyd. Can write a song in under 5 minutes, but cannot parallel park.

UP NEXT: I AM NOT A WOMAN I’M A GOD BY HALSEY

Biography:

TW: overdose, drugs

Nova was born in Asbury Park, NJ. Her mother a teacher, whilst her father was a tattoo artist. Due to their jobs, they were rarely around and that left Nova to her grandmother until one or both of her parents were off of work. Being an only child led Nova to be plagued by boredom. It was because of this, that she fell into the wrong kind of friend group (as per what parents would say). It only became easier for Nova to sneak onto the train to NYC in order to meet up with these friends, once she was old enough that she did not need her grandmother’s supervision. This time in her life was surrounded by hard drugs, crashing college parties, and bar-hopping whilst under-age but with legal-aged friends. Though most would see this as a ‘dark’ or ‘rough’ time of their life, she claims it was pivotal to understanding just how independent and creative she actually was. Nova’s ‘mentor/mom’ friend was the one who taught her art that was far more advanced and freeing than just doodling in the margins of her notebooks. It was during her impromptu escapes to NYC on the weekends that she found herself in an actual art studio or in this friend’s shitty NYC apartment just honing in and developing her own craft. It was also at this time, during her middle school and high school careers, where the friend’s boyfriend taught her how to play guitar and the piano during Nova’s visits. These two friends were more-so parental figures to Nova, and she credits them to being the beacon of her support system when she was figuring out who she genuinely was outside of her birth parents’ pressures/ideals. When the time came to go to college, Nova lied to her parents about going for law and instead went for fine art with a minor in music. When she was in her third year of college (age of 20), the two friends who doubled as parental figures to her died of OD. Instead of dropping out of school due to the traumatic impact, her professors influenced her into sticking it out for one more year until she obtained her degree. During her fourth year of college (age 21), was when she found herself going viral online. It all started with the senior project: she had to make a song. Nova utilized the loss of her two friends and their story, mixing her writing with the sound of grunge and punk-rock. It was an ode to her friends, seeing that Nirvana and The Sex Pistols would be blaring whenever she was visiting them. Little did she know that when she posted it to her Tumblr and sent the link to her professor, that the song would blow up overnight - that SHE would blow up overnight. It was an instance of timing and being what society needed, though she wasn’t sure if fame was really what she wanted. She wound up releasing the discarded songs that she didn’t choose for the final project and created an EP due to the listeners’ requests, which landed her on the radio without a label. It was at this time that her parents found out the truth about her studies and cut off communication once she fought back about not changing paths (she still doesn’t talk to them to this day). The lack of support stung, and seeing a label as a support system (a ‘forced family’) she eagerly signed on without a second thought. The label was trying to force a more bubble-gum synthetic pop on her, which she fought tooth and nail over as well as led her into a PR relationship that she came out of with battle scars. Another label bought her out of her contract, and since then she found a safe place to grow and re-discover herself time and time again with limitless support. Currently, Nova found herself settling in Los Angeles. She finds the environment very other-worldly and she’s comfortable being herself here - it’s one of the only places, other than being onstage, that makes her feel ‘at home.’

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Nova is bubbly, but withdrawn. She’s loyal, but it takes her awhile to trust someone enough to become loyal to them. Her image is all over the place because she struggles in finding her true identity; It’s why she hates labels of any kind, but she’s becoming more accepting of herself as time goes on. She’s anti-societal norms and tends to feel for the underdogs, though her empathy is a mess. She is passionate about her beliefs and values, and her passion can be negative in the ways of her becoming argumentative and combative. She feels too much, way too quickly. This causes a sense of her leading people on, or even paints her to be a flakey friend when that’s not the case; She sometimes just shuts down and needs her space to further process and try to make sense of her own emotions at times. But this empathy also helps her read others and she’s a good therapist type of friend because of it. She’s all about individuality and is super supportive to others, sometimes unbearingly so because of her past of lack of having a support system. She has no luck in love, which is something she’s accepted more so over the past couple years. She’s always the one who puts in the most effort; Always the one who loves the other more than they love her. And if it is a good match, she winds up ruining it for herself. It’s very Kurt Cobain of her, but she genuinely does self-destruct for the amusement of others and as a way of self-harm though she will never admit it to herself. Her self-destruction can also come across as her being free-spirited and adventurous in the ways of impulse - which makes for great nights and morning stories. Lately she’s been struggling with not quitting music because she feels like the music only sells when she’s writing songs that are about her struggles, which makes her feel as though people only value her when she’s hurting. The only thing that’s keeping her in the business is her fandom, but that’s sort of on the back-burner. She’s all for free love and hookups. Very “normalize kissing the homies” type of person, and shows affection freely.

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