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ENEMIES TO LOVERS HUSBANDS: Jon Moxley & Eddie Kingston (insp)
#jon moxley#eddie kingston#moxeddie#wrestlingedit#aewedit#usergif#aew#all elite wrestling#sheslikealostflower#moxreigns#bastardpacs#wrestling#*#gifs*#aes*#thanks brie for inspiring me to make this!#it took me some months but haha i finally did it
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Evergreen Collection:
Initially inspired by the TikTok ‘clean girl’ aesthetic, I present 8 new pieces of custom content! Drawing inspiration from the iconic ZARA jacket, to parachute cargos, and the sleek bun seen countless of times on social media, I intended on making some essentials for your sims game, whilst also branching out and experimenting with different styles. I hope you enjoy this collection!🧥🌲
Information about each item is underneath the cut.
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Item Information (left to right):
1. Tiffany Hair:
Base game compatible, 24 EA swatches, all maps, all LOD’s, hat compatible.
2. Alex Beanie:
Base game compatible, 20 swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.
20 swatches in a custom palette.
3. Serenity Sweater:
Base game compatible, 20 swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.
20 swatches in a custom palette.
4. Regina Jeans:
Base game compatible, 21 swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.
21 swatches in @caelhinn Cotton Jar palette.
5. Liv Parachute Cargos:
Base game compatible, 20 swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.
20 swatches in a custom palette.
6. Brie Jacket:
Base game compatible, 10 leather swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.
Sweater accessory found in gloves category with 20 swatches in a custom palette.
7. Belle Earrings:
Base game compatible, 6 metal swatches, all maps, all LOD’s.
8. Layla Hair:
Base game compatible, 24 EA swatches, all maps, all LOD’s, hat compatible.
Bandanna accessory file found in hats category to recolour in 20 swatches in a custom palette.
Credits and End Bits:
Please report any issues you have with this collection (or any custom content of mine) via a Tumblr direct message, including photos of your issue.
A massive thank you to @qicc for the continued help and support with my custom content endeavours, it is greatly appreciated!
Thank you to @greenllamas for helping (and teaching me) with the texturing.
Thank you guys very much for the continued support you have shown me, it’s truly unbelievable! I hope you enjoy this collection as much as I do. It was a real labour of love making this and I am so happy with the end results!
If you use any of my custom content, please tag me or use “#oakiyo”, I’d love to see your sims wearing my stuff!
#r#mycc#ts4#ts4cc#ts4mm#ts4ccmm#ts4mmcc#s4#s4cc#s4mm#s4ccmm#s4mmcc#maxismatch#customcontent#sims4#oakiyo
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Beg. Sequel to Soap. |r.r|
(a/n) real fast. i wanna say thank you so much for all the love you’ve given me over my last 4 writings. it means the world to me absolutely. milly loves you. <3.
sometimes, it’s just too good to not come back for more. Sequel of Soap. Completely inspired and credited to @itjazzbicch ‘Cheiftess’ Series.
warnings: smut, choking kink, unprotected sex (milly does not support this message. wrap it up.), enemies to…official sneaky links??), face DOWNNN ass UPPP, poor use of present and past tense,
parings: enemy!roman x black!reader
word count: 4.3K…never say i never gave y’all anything.
(tags: @fame-ass-ers @squishyguishy @vebner37 @smuts-whore @southerngirl41 @msbigredmachine)
*takes place 2 months after Roman Reigns Vs. Kevin Owens Feud 2021*
“Ladies and gentlemen, Daniel Bryan.” You smiled as the camera panned to the man next to you
You’ve known Daniel for a long time now. You were absolutely over the moon at his return to WWE. Behind the scenes, given your friendship with Brie and Nicole, you knew how hard he worked to make it back. It was something you admired about him.
“Y/N! How are you?” He enthusiastically responded to you
“I’m great! How are you doing? How are you feeling ahead of your triple threat match against Roman Reigns and Edge?”
“I’m feeling amazing! Absolutely over the moon! It’s going to be amazi—“
Daniel trailed off as a man appeared next to us. You turned as a certain short, obnoxious, man appeared next to you both.
“Daniel! Y/N! How are you guys doing on this fine evening?” Paul Heyman sarcastically asked
“Paul…hello.” You responded with a lack in your tone
You just knew this was a ‘special’ impromptu visit from Roman. He had his ways like that. Being around even when he wasn’t. It caused you to internally roll your eyes at the sneak attack.
“Did the Tribal Chief know this interview was going to be done?” He asked with a shit eating grin on his face.
“I don’t report back to you or him; thank you, Paul. Now, Daniel, do you think that on the grandest stage of them all, you can pull off such a performance? You and Roma—“
“The Tribal Chie—“
“Would you like to go back to your Daddy so I can finish my job?” You spat, cutting off Paul. “Wherever you end up, Brock Lesnar's locker room or Roman Reigns.”
“I—I—I have no clue what you are referring to. I do not w-w-work for Brock Lesnar anymore. Ms. Y/N, I am merely just trying to—“
“Thank you, Paul.” You grit your teeth as the cameras cut
You toss a sincere look to Daniel and give him a small side hug before turning to the man who quickly became a nuisance, “Listen. I don’t give a damn! I don’t care if you work for Brock, Roman, or Joe fucking Biden. You do not interrupt my job performance. And I know he sent you here on some possessive shit, trying to get a rise out of me. It’s written all over your fucking face. Move!”
You shove Paul out of your way, leaving him stunned in the middle of the hall. You went quickly to find Roman. Fighting against every nerve in your head telling you to turn around. After that small, impromptu meeting in the showers two months ago, you did all you could to stay away from him. Even not becoming his regular interviewer anymore. The last thing you needed was to be fuckbuddies with the man that Roman Reigns is. You could basically kiss your job goodbye if you knew it.
But, he just couldn’t seem to stay away from you. Everytime you turned around, it was like he’d be right there waiting for you. Causing more smart mouthed spats in the middle of the hallway. Anytime you both collided, you both would bicker. You’d think you and him were an old married couple. The majority of it wasn’t an act. Roman did get a rise out of you. He walked the earth with his third leg as if he controlled everyone around him, and they had to kiss the ground he walked on. He was still an asshole. After his initial thought that you’d come begging him for dick, you knew you had to prove him wrong. You didn’t need him. Not for sex…earth shaking sex. No matter how badly you wanted to call him to break you off again.
Your studded black boots clicked on the floor with every determined stride to his locker room. Before you got the chance to bang on it, as intended, it flew open with the 6’3 Samoan smirking down at you.
Roman knew he pissed you off. He knew ever trick in the damn book, on what would make your blood pressure rise. Hell, he wrote the book himself. You weren’t going to admit yourself, how much you wanted him? Fine. But he had plans to make you pay for that shit.
‘Oh, I’ll give him something to smirk about.’
“Who in the hell do you think you fucking are? You got Paul as my bodyguard now?” You snarl into his face, your heels giving you extra height to match him up
“Oh, please. What are you doing interviewing, Bryan? Hm? Answer me that first, baby girl.” He raises an eyebrow
“You have zero authority over me and whoever the hell I interview. You might be asskissing Vince, but your name isn’t anywhere near my checks. You don’t own me!”
“That’s not how I recall the story, Very…very far from it actually. Would you like a reminder?” He dropped his voice an octave deeper and smirked, leaning forward, “Remember, all you have to do is ask.”
“Why don't, instead, you go find where Paul is? We all know how quick he is to drop to his knees with a knife in your back at the reigning! Oh, so defen—”
“You think you're so fucking funny. Huh? I got a joke for you, go tell McIntyre how badly you turn cock drunk when you’re being pounded. How all it takes is for my cock to run over that bundle of nerves inside of you for you to gush down my clock like the whore you are?” Roman grits his teeth with his face mere centimeters from yours; pure agitation on his face at your mention of Brock Lesnar.
The last few weeks, you’ve been cautiously talking to a certain 6’5 Scottish man more and more. Drew was amazing. He treated you well—a sweetheart, if you must say. Movie dates, dinner dates, makeout sessions. Although you’d been holding out on him. Many times Drew slid his hand under your shirt, or would squeeze your backside. You’d always pull away and call it a night. Drew was attractive. Three months ago, you’d allow him a taste of you. Hell why not? He was attractive, strong, tall. But two months ago, you had sex with Roman. Absently, closing you off for any other guy. Admit it or not, it was amazing.
More than once, you’d catch yourself taking a warm, vanilla scented bubble bath, sliding your hand over your stomach, and heading down south…
You circled that small bundle of nerves before moving lower and sliding a finger in. Instinctively, your pussy welcomed your small finger and clenched around it. You threw your head back and sinked lower into the bathtub. Imagining it was Roman behind you, playing with your pussy. Your moans echoed into the bathroom as you worked yourself. Even while Roman wasn’t here, you could hear his voice in the back of your head. Coaxing you, bringing you closer to your orgasm.
“Slide in one more, babygirl…make her wetter for me.” He whispers into your mind.
“Romannnn!” You cry out in a whine as your orgasm squirts into the palm of your hand.
Your eyes opened as your chest raised up and down heavily.
Those nights happened more than once. You knew you were deeply involved with Roman. More than you wanted.
The mixed emotions weren’t helping. Roman tapped dance on the last nerve in your body. All over it, with a full dance routine. Why did you want him so badly, again?
“How about I have that same conversation with Paul? You and him spend an awful lot of time locked inside that room. Do me a favor, Roman. Stay the hell away from me, and for once, look in a mirror. I don’t give a damn about what titles you have or how many you have. You’re still a whiny ass crybaby. Bite me.” With that, you exhaled a sigh and turned on your heels to walk away with a small movement in your hips. You knew his gaze would be on your backside as you walked away
You’d be lying if you said the thought of calling him for another satisfied fuck didn’t occur to you. Every night when you laid awake using different toys or your hands, you threatened to grab your phone to call him. But you couldn’t. He’d have the upper hand. He’d know the control he possessed over your body. And damn, he had that hold on you good.
You straddled Drew’s waist as you both engaged into a heated make out session. Your tongue sliding back and forth against his as you both let out small groans and moans. What started as being in his hotel room watching a movie turned into becoming distracted by the soft kisses Drew placed on your neck. He makes a low growl sound from the middle of his chest as your fingers slide into his hair
“You're so beautiful, you know that?” Drew mumbles against your lips as his hands glides over your ass and hips, adoring the feeling of how big and round it felt in your hands.
You felt his hands slide over the front of your jeans, fingering with the button there, causing you to draw away from him, “I think we should call it a night. It’s getting late. And you know how Vince feels about being late.” You joke breathlessly at a dazed and confused Drew. You quickly stand to fix your clothes and grab your phone off the table.
“What’s up with you lately?”
You felt your heart sink with a small amount of guilt as you turned around to see Drew’s face adorned with embarrassment.
“Why would you ask me that?”
“You just…don’t seem as into this as I am.”
You felt a slight bit offended at his question. He thought you weren’t into this because of what? You wouldn’t have sex with him? “I have to have sex with you to be into this?”
“C’mon, I’m not fucking stupid. You barely even speak to me at the arenas, anytime we’re alone you keep checking your phone, and all I get is a few pecks and your ready to run for the fuckin’ hills.”
“Look. I don’t want people in my business. What’s the first thing you think people will ask if they see us together?”
“Who's gonna see us? Heyman? You don’t want him to spill to Roman you’re hanging around me?” Drew stands over you, his eyes wide with an evil look behind them. You’d think you were his enemy.
Your eyes nearly bulge out your head at Drew’s mention of Roman. Of course that night in the showers, everyone was gone. No one knew about your rendezvous, “Everyone sees you and him always arguing in the halls. So it’s two things. You’re either scared of him or fucking him.” He snarls
Drew’s face snapped to the side as you raised your hand back and slapped the taste from his mouth. Before you could make another strike you decided it would be best to just leave, throwing a glare at him as you walked past him. You couldn’t really be mad he guessed you slept you Roman. But you belonged to neither man. Drew had no right to insulate he owned you of some sort. If you didn’t want to have sex with him, he didn’t deserve a reason.
You quickly grabbed your things and walked away from Drew, straight out his hotel room. You felt yourself become overwhelmed at the thought of seeing Roman. His suite was on this floor in the far corner of the hall.
What if I knocked?
You brushed off your sexual urges as you headed towards the elevator to go down to your floor. You worked yourself into even deeper trouble. Drew had a few friends around the business and of course, he’d tell them how he couldn’t get you into bed. You could practically hear the “stuck up bitch” being thrown out to you already. Not mixing business with pleasure was now crossed into your new agenda permanently, you even made a mental note to create a tinder account.
You felt pathetic. How could you want someone who treated the rest of the world like shit? He didn’t even say please and thank you. You worked hard at resisting him, but that wall was slowly being bulldozed.
On cue, As you drifted into your own thoughts, the elevator dinged bringing you back into your consciousness. Just your damn luck, the pleasure stepped out the elevator blocking your entry.
“You came to deliver my message to your little boyfriend?” Roman smirks again, feeling accomplished.
Your eyes quickly glance over his body as you notice the black leather jacket, white tank top, black pants, and Jordan’s. You let out a huff as you move to the side to go around him before he steps in the same direction, “What the hell is your problem?” You questioned placing your hands over your hips letting out a sigh
“My problem? What’s yours? Why fight what you and I both know you want?” He asks stepping closer to you, sizing you up
You let out a snort with a roll of your eyes. This man was way too proud of himself. “Don’t boost your ego anymore than it is. Your head might just explode.”
“Fuckin’ admit it. You want me to break you off again. Give into you, but you’re in for a rude awakening. One thing people don’t do is lie to my face. Me and you both know right now, your pussy is dripping into those panties. Begging for me to make her submit to my every will. So do you, don’t you? You want that, don’tchu? To feel my cock stretching you out the way those fingers can’t? We both want it, and you know that. And that little boyfriend of yours? All of you belongs to me. Get that. Do you understand me?” He taunts, his face looming down over yours, his eyes thick with lust.
For the first time, since meeting Roman, you were quiet. You were stunned at his honesty. Your mouth felt dry at the thought of belonging to Roman. As much as you wanted to punch him dead in his jaw, who were you trying to convince? You wanted to feel him inside of you again. What happened in the showers would be just a mere rushed fuck. You wanted him to make you his.
“Now are you done acting like a little ass child? Be an adult and use your words. Tell me you want me, baby girl. Anytime you want some dick, just as-”
As if you were being hypnotized by his words, “I want you.” flew right out your mouth and onto his as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to your frame.
You could feel the white light behind your eyes bust, knowing you reached a moment of no return. There was no going back. Roman lowered his hands to your ass, squeezing it tightly, pulling you flush to his body. The kiss was hungry, he was rewarding you for your honesty by biting your bottom lip repeatedly. Your tongue explored his mouth as he slipped his own between your lips. The warm feeling in his chest erupted as his current wildest dream was about to come true.
Once again.
Romans hands slid downwards to the crease of your ass and your thighs, proceeding to lift you up allowing you to wrap your hands around his waist. You briefly wondered if he could hear your heart beating at a rapid pace. Your nerves were all over the place. This time was different. You felt more exposed at admitting you wanted to be his.
Roman opened the door to his suite, walking towards his bedroom. You let out a sequel as he threw you onto the middle of his bed. His eyes were dark and hungry. Before you could have a moment to change your mind, he silenced you with another kiss.
Whatever you were about to say didn’t matter, bitchy remarks or not, was the last thing on his mind. Roman wrapped his hands around your ankle, yanking you down the bed closer to his body.
“Take these off,” He growls out to you, tugging at your pants
With a little aid from yourself, you lift your hips to allow him to pull them off, revealing your hot pink lace underwear. You could see a snarl form on Romans face, remembering how just an hour ago you were with Drew.
Roman kneels onto the bed, covering your body with his as he smashes his lips onto yours. His hand ghosted slowly towards Your warm and wet heat. You parted your legs, slightly, giving his fingers the space they needed to explore your warmth and wetness covered by lace.
“Mmmm,” You sighed into his mouth, as his slipped his hand into the hand of your panties circling your clit
“Shut up.” He grumbles back
He slid his index and middle fingers into your pussy. You felt your breath hitch inside of your throat as he moved his fingers in and out picking up pace. You reached down to grip his wrist, attempting to brace yourself from being overheated with pleasure. Rather quickly, you felt your belly tighten with a small amount of pressure. Roman felt you clamp down on his fingers,
“Let go,” he whispers into your mouth. You began squirming, unable to remain still as pleasure hit your body in waves, nearly consuming you. Your lower half worked against the strokes of his fingers; riding them into oblivion.
“Ahhhh! Oh my God. Please,” You cried out, squeezing your eyelids together.
You briefly closed your eyes, gathering yourself from your clouded thoughts. You felt the bed dip, as Roman stood to his full height. You lay back into your elbows as you watched him undress himself.
“The next time you ever mention Lesnar or McIntyre to my fuckin’ face you’ll regret it. If I ever see you near him again, I’m going to make sure he knows personally who you belong to. You understand?” He grits out lowering his boxers, letting his girthy and long cock spring against his abdomen
You decided to test him a little bit and raise your legs to your chest, closing them, his view of your panty covered pussy now gone. “But I like McIntyre. We were jus—Shit!” You squeal as Roman pounces onto the bed, slapping the side of your plush thigh roughly, marveling at the jiggle it created.
“Y’wanna finish that sentence? You think you’re in charge, but I'm calling the shots tonight. Turn the fuck over.”
Roman growls, not giving you the chance to turn over yourself, and grabs your hips in a grip before flipping you over and pushing you into a deep arch with your face flush into the bed. Roman catches you spreading your legs a bit more causing him to chuckle, “Slide back onto me. You want it so bad, let me see you fuck yourself.”
You let out a moan as you feel the tip of Romans cock make contact with the entrance of your pussy. You push back, with a bit of force till the head of Romans cock makes its way inside your pussy. Getting impatient, Roman grabs your plush hips and pulls out. Letting out an impatient whine, you felt a chill down your spine as he licked a stripe up your pussy. He then surges forward pushing in his entire length in one move.
“Ah!” You gasped “Wait, fuc—“
“Nah, remember all that shit you were saying. You’re taking all of me tonight. Don’t you dare run from me either.”
Roman teased you with slow, deep strokes at first, before speeding up his pace. You turned your head into the mattress letting out screams.
He reached up grabbing your hair into a tight grip, pulling your head up, “Nah, let the whole floor know who’s fucking you right now.”
“You’re so fuckin—“
“Big?” Roman chuckles in a deep voice
“Conceited, Ugh!” You squeal, clawing at the sheets as his big and rough hand cracks on your ass.
“But whose pussy is creaming around me? Yeah? Look at her, swallowing this dick. Her dick. She knows who she belongs to, doesn’t she baby? Talk to me.” He praised, spreading your ass cheeks to watch your wetness coat his cock.
While you could feel your heart swell at the comment, him being yours, it served the same meaning for Roman. It fueled Romans ego more, at the squelching wet noises your pussy was making for him as he fucked you into the mattress.
You only got this way for him. He only got this way for you.
Yeah, you definitely can’t let him go now.
You let out a mewl as his thickness stretched you out, creating both pain and pleasure. That same familiar vein rubbing against your spot, “Ohh! Fuck, yes! I belon–I belong to you! It’s your pussy!” You moaned louder as the headboard began to slam against the walls as he fucked you faster.
You pushed your ass backwards and began throwing your ass back against his hips. Why did you do that?
He chuckled. “You throwing that ass back like a big girl, baby? You gon’ take this dick like one too.” Without waiting for you to respond, he deepened his strokes and picked up his pace.
“Ooh, shit!” You moaned, gripping the comforter. He was so deep in you, that you felt like he was fucking your heart. Feeling the coil in your belly, you clenched your muscles around his cock.
“You wanna show out, huh?” A deep growl escaped his throat. “I got something for your ass.” He announced before really starting to fuck you. I was talking about pulling out and sliding back in, fucking you. Your nails nearly drew rips into the sheets. Your pussy creating a slippery mess, letting him slide back in easily.
“Fuck!” You yelled, blindly reaching behind him to push at his abdomen, to give you a moment to catch your breath.
“What did I say? You’re taking all of me. I told you not to run, baby girl. Don’t act like you can’t take it. What about all that shit at the arena earlier, hm?” he said, grabbing your hands and pinning them against your lower back. He propped his foot up on the bed, and used your bounded arms to bring you against him to meet your thrust.
“Shit, Roman! Fuck! Make me take it!” You cried in pleasure.
There was no way Drew was ever getting a text back, a call back…shit an email. Especially, if he didn’t hear you practically calling out to god as Roman was engraving himself on you.
Roman hissed as he felt your pussy contract, creating a second skin for him. He knew you were close, and he wasn’t far behind himself, “Y’gonna cum for me, baby? My good girl. Cum all over me baby. Let me see it.”
“Mmmm, yesssss!” You moaned, throwing your head towards the ceiling. “Fuck… I’m cumming…Romannnn!” Your orgasm ripped through you—releasing a wave of wet heat all over Roman’s cock.
Roman’s spine shook as he felt your pussy tighten around him, keep him in, as you gushed all over his cock—warm wet heat circling around him. Tears coated your cheeks, as your orgasm ripped through you making your entire body convulse as you babbled incoherent words. Roman let out a roar as his own orgasm rushed to the core, deep and filling up your pussy, mixing your juices together, “Shit! Fuck yeah, baby!” His voice thick and heavy with rasp
You both collapsed on the bed, limbs tangled into each other, and sucking as much air as you could back into your lungs. After a brief moment, Roman raised up from the bed and disappeared into his bathroom. A few seconds later, he came out with a wet towel to clean the both of you off. You bit your lip, as the feeling of the warm towel moving against your pussy came over you.
Roman laid down next to you, his chest heaving up and down, before chucking to himself. His signature smirk coating his face.
“What?”
“Bet your ass knows better than to lie to me now. See what your little stubborn ass act denied you from?” He replies, his big dick attitude back on 10. But hell. He had the big dick to match, so.
“Do you ever get e-fucking-nough of being an asshole?”
“You spent two months running from me, getting on my fuckin’ nerves, makin’ everything 20x harder for me, fucking’ around with my money with those interviews. Whole time you wanted me to make you cum again. Stubborn ass, woman. I gotta say, the resistance act was sexy as hell.” He expresses before pulling you to him, to lay on his chest
“Don’t flatter yourself too much. It wasn’t an act, Tribal Chief.” You roll your eyes at his self centered moment of truth. Some things never change.
“Oh yeah, baby? What was it?” He questions before moving over on top of your sweaty frame
After a brief moment of eye contact, for once and for all you decided to settle it and let him win. Just this once. You raised up to place a more gentle kiss than the one you shared earlier. That was more hungry, sloppy, messy…this one was delicate, soft, tender. You wanted to tell him what you couldn’t say out loud. You pulled back and saw a look of admiration in his eyes.
“You’re mine.” Roman claims with a small smirk
“And you’re mine.” You respond back
“I’m yours.”
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II. MEETING BRIE
All Eyes on Me masterlist
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The following day, Twitch made a Tweet about our charity stream, showcasing Brie and I as advocates for LGBTQ+ youth. I was honored, completely taken aback by the influx of positive comments and support. We had done something great and would hopefully inspire others to do the same.
Brie messaged me once she saw it, excited that I was getting the exposure I deserved for being a content creator. I didn't feel as though I deserved the popularity just because I was doing something decent. I just wanted to help people, not become famous from doing good deeds.
I gained thousands of followers overnight, and an overwhelmingly large amount of them found me through Brie despite the shout out from Twitch. At this point, I owed her a lot.
She helped me book a flight and hotel in Los Angeles for the next few days so I had a chance to explore with her before the party. My flight was in a few hours and, naturally being me, I haven't finished packing yet.
"Yeah, no, I really have to go soon. I need to finish packing. I've only put together my toiletries so far." I spoke to Claire via my headset. We were playing a round of Call of Duty Zombies instead of having me pack.
"I can't believe you're going to LA without me. To meet celebrities."
"You don't even live in this country. You'd probably miss the party even if you left right now." I teased her.
"Yeah, well, you still could have invited me."
"I didn't even invite me." I chuckled. "Brie had to convince me to go."
"Oh yeah, sure. I bet she really had to pull some teeth to get you to travel to meet Elizabeth Olsen."
"It took at least five minutes of convincing before I agreed." I tried to defend myself weakly. We both knew it truly didn't take much to get me to go.
"Mhm. Come revive me."
"Alright, but after this, I really need to go."
"Okay, okay, go. But once you get home we're streaming together again. I miss our dynamic."
"People think we're gay and dating."
"We are gay, Y/N."
"But not dating, loser."
"Don't you have something you should be doing?" She laughed and I rolled my eyes.
"You're right, I do. See ya, loser."
I left the game and the party, tossing my controller and headset on the bed before leaning back and sighing. I was stressed as all hell about this trip. I was going to meet Elizabeth fucking Olsen. Or maybe I wasn't and Brie was just fucking with me.
I groaned, sitting up on the bed fully and pushing myself to get up and finish packing. I was only staying for a few days so I didn't need much, but I still managed to pack more than I needed to.
I called an Uber to take me to the airport and I couldn't help but fidget nervously as we drove. What if she was just playing a joke on me? What if this was all an elaborate scheme to make me look and feel stupid?
No. Brie was my friend.
I knew this was just my anxiety talking, trying to make me doubt everything I knew and find the bad where there's actually good.
I took a deep breath and tried to relax. This was going to be an amazing couple of days and my anxiety was not going to ruin it for me.
After thanking the driver, I got out with my suitcase, lugging it behind me as I entered JFK airport. At least I would be able to nap once I got on the plane.
Once I got through security and boarded my flight, I found that it was impossible to nap. My nerves were just through the roof. Brie had messaged me before I got on the plane that she would be waiting for me when we landed and that gave me a little bit of extra comfort. I never really traveled by myself so I was a little nervous to be on my own.
I was lucky enough to get a window seat, probably thanks to Brie, and I spent the whole six hour trip looking out the window. Time flew by when my mind wasn't racing with anxious thoughts.
As promised, Brie was waiting for me when I got off the plane and collected my luggage, although I didn't recognize her until she came up to me. She was wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap to hide her identity, and it worked really well.
"Hey there, Y/N." Her smooth voice startled me and I had to do a double take before realizing it was her.
"Brie?" I asked before smiling, wrapping my arms around her in a big hug.
I wasn't usually a hugger, but it felt like I was seeing an old friend after many years of being apart. She squeezed me back even tighter than I squeezed her and I was momentarily reminded that she was an Avenger, and that she was very strong.
"How was your flight?" She asked as she led me out of LAX.
"It was okay. I mostly just watched the clouds."
"Were the movies that boring?" She joked and I smiled, shaking my head.
"No, I just think a lot. Plus, it's not often I find myself in the sky."
"We'll have to get you out here more often then."
We drove to the hotel, chatting casually about what there was to see and do in California. I was excited to experience everything the state had to offer, but hearing her describe everything was a little overwhelming.
"We're not doing all of that in one visit, are we?" I asked playfully.
"Of course not." She shot me a crooked smile. "The things we don't see and do will give you an excuse to come visit again."
"I just got here and you're already planning my next visit?" I joked and she laughed, nodding.
"Absolutely. I'm glad to have you here. We're gonna have a good time."
"Definitely." I agreed as she parked near the hotel.
She came up to my room with me, helping me drag along my luggage.
"What the hell do you have in here? A dead body?" She groaned as we entered the room.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic." I threw myself back onto the bed, sighing as I sunk into the comfortable mattress. "It's not even that heavy."
"Yeah, sure, and I'm six feet tall."
"Shuddup." I laughed as she dropped down on the bed next to me.
We laid together for a while, relaxing until our bellies growled and we had to order room service. This hotel was pretty fancy as the menu served items in other languages and I could only imagine how much it all cost.
Brie ordered wine and we ate and talked until it was nighttime. It felt good to just be myself with someone who seemed to understand me. She wasn't a typical celebrity. Brie was down to earth and damn near normal for an Oscar winner and an Avenger.
"So tomorrow we're gonna go out to eat at this really great restaurant I was introduced to recently and then we'll go explore downtown. There are some awesome shops you'll definitely want to visit at least once while you're here."
I smiled at her excitement.
"Hopefully I can afford stuff here. Everything seems so expensive."
"Of course you can afford stuff. You're a big Twitch streamer now." She teased.
"No, I'm not big. I'm not even medium."
"Stop selling yourself short!" She smacked my arm and I feigned injury.
"Ow, oh no, I'm crippled now. Oh, the pain." I pretended to writhe on the bed next to her and she raised herself up on her elbows, looking down at me.
"Boy, you're a good actress. Do you need me to kiss the boo-boo better?" She asked with a playfully raised eyebrow.
I smiled up at her and grabbed at my arm dramatically.
"I might need more wine, actually."
"Oh, and then you'll want a kiss?"
"Heh, maybe." I sat up, retrieving my glass from the end table and refilling it with the nearby wine bottle. "You wanna kiss me that badly, huh?" I joked.
"Maybe." She whispered and I turned to look at her, her eyes heavy and clearly glazed over with intoxication.
"You're sloshed, Brie." I laughed, sipping from my glass. "You need to sleep."
She looked at me for a moment before laying back down on the bed, rolling over on her side and sighing.
"You're right. I'm exhausted."
A moment later, she was snoring softly, and I was left wondering if I would've actually kissed her if we had both been sober.
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@oh-thats-cute @marvelwomen-simp
#oizysian writes#elizabeth olsen x yn#elizabeth olsen story#elizabeth olsen x you#elizabeth olsen x reader#elizabeth olsen x female reader#elizabeth olsen fanfic#elizabeth olsen#brie larson x y/n#brie larson x female reader#brie larson x reader#brie larson
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I need you to know that I will never forgive you for inventing Brie. Brie will forever give me the feeling of the one-off character in a cartoon that's meant to make the protagonist jealous and everyone likes them better than the protagonist until they're revealed as evil. However I have a strange hunch Brie will never be revealed as evil. I will never forgive you for that.
this ask is so funny and inspiring thank you
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The Mari Lwyd Twitter saga (2020 - part three)
This is part of my efforts to transcribe @seananmcguire's holiday Mari Lwyd Twitter threads. The hashtag for now is #Mari Lwyd Project, the first post is here, the thread's source is here.
(Many thanks to @dor-min on finding and linking this one!)
There are a couple from this year that are short, and even single replies that Seanan likely didn't have time to reply to. So this is their collection! Authors will be linked in their comments as best I can.
CW for food, just in case.
Lorcan Murphy (Twitter):
Alas were I only a mutual,
Mari Lwyd I'd offer rhymes crucial.
We'd barter o'er offering asked unpredictable
Afore presenting a demanded varietal victual
The dead from the living must bide dividual
But this rhyme for the horse is purely volitional.
Seanan:
Your rhyming's exquisite,
So clean and refined.
I'll grant you a visit,
To seek cheese with rind,
Or cheese that's been softened,
Or processed or plain...
When Mari Lwyd's summoned,
She sings her refrain.
Cheese or beer! Cheese or beer!
I know that you have it here!
Lorcan:
Alas all my beer has been spilt in a pan
And as unlikely it seems, my cheese melted and ran
My flour and yeast in the oven to bake
So I'm terrible short of scran you can take
Bide if you can, I'll no make it a habit
and I'll offer a pretzel and Welsh-German rabbit
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Cassandra Khaw (Carrd / Twitter):
A single wedge of manchego I do possess,
Not a wedge nor a morsel more than that,
If I was someone who had cheese in excess,
I'd offer them to you, and have all your desires.
But lo, you bony equine,
Such is all I can give:
This lonely cheese of mine,
I offer in tithe.
Seanan:
To give when there's plenty
Is glorious kind:
But it's kinder by far
When you've little but rind.
I am grateful to you,
On this shortest of days,
For your holiday spirit
And generous ways.
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The singles!
(I'm posting peoples' handles as I see them, will do my best here. If someone rhymed or made poetry and I couldn't find a 'do not repost' on their profile, I included it.)
John & Bucky:
I’m just here to watch
A skeletal horse seeking
Cheese and wine through rhyme
Stephanie Annand:
Alas! For the lack!
Of cheese in my home;
Will you accept yogurt
As onward you roam?
Eleri:
I have some ok parm, and a generic swiss
A really good chevre would not go amiss
This stupid pandemic has cut into my cheese-buying
I'm afraid sharing these cheeses, the dead horse would send me flying.
Paige Wolf:
Cheese and spiced wine
You’ll definitely find;
In my kitchen, I’ll fill up your cup!
Come in please, my friend!
Time we will spend,
In drinking and singing, Bottoms up!
warcabbit:
Wassail, wassail?
I give you mulled ale
and a nice nutty cheese to boot.
It is the season
Be kind without reason
And generous with gifts and loot.
Stephanie Caitlyn:
I do not have cheese,
I only have curry,
For when I did leave,
It was in quite a hurry.
Into the headlights I peer like a deer,
But with you I gladly will share my paneer.
Starry_Marie:
I know there are many
With rhymes that are better
But one thing I do have -
A large chunk of cheddar
@Chimaera.bsky.social:
Oh Mare, at thy feet I lay
Some Caveman Blue and olives today.
Cambezola roasted with garlic cloves,
Squeezed upon fine grilled bread loaves.
A bit of Brie to melt your heart,
A nutty Parm to fuel your start,
Melted Gruyère to dip things in, &
Queso fresco (you're looking thin)
Cake and Arsenic:
Oh mari lywd, please don't feel down,
With your big boney head, in your white cotton shroud,
For you'll find that my larder is stocked full of cheese,
And you're welcome to come and eat all that you please.
JLH:
(not a mutual, but it seems fun and kinda inspired me)
Dread equine I hear your call!
And in my larder is a prize,
A piece of asiago for your skeletal maw
Please accept my gift and silence your cries.
#Mari Lwyd Project#Lorcan Murphy#Cassandra Khaw#Seanan McGuire#Mari Lwyd#Food#I love how so many folks got into the spirit#There are two Seanan replies I skipped#As the verses are replies to folks who don't wan't their posts seen by all#It felt rude to interrupt
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PLEASE tell me some of your favorite sandwiches...i work at a diner and i get one free sandwich per day and i almost always get the exact same thing. gimme something that will deeply bamboozle the kitchen staff
thank you for this ask. i am so sorry for the sandwich tangent that it inspired. this post is in fact so long that i have to put it under a read more tag so it doesn't reach Do You Love The Color Of The Sky notoriety. also this has been written as, like, a general cooking guide instead of Things You Can Order At A Diner, but otherwise feel free to show this post to your kitchen staff and watch their minds crumble
to build a great sandwich - a truly Fucked Up Sandwich - you must first understand that a sandwich is, at its core, just some bread with stuff on it. as a disclaimer, i don't mean to diss the classics. they're around for a reason. i just know that PERSONALLY i am a little bit sick of the same second grade lunchbox sandwich, and PERSONALLY i prefer to push the boundaries of simple food preparation into the realm of the eldritch and unknown.
the sandwiches i make are different every time. you may have heard the old adage "cooking is an art." that is partially true, sometimes, kind of. cooking, for me, is more like a four year old getting access to paint for the first time and losing their whole goddamn mind about it. i want you to let go of every rule you think there is. make things up. go crazy.
the bread of the sandwich matters only insofar as it can support its fillings. i tend to use plain ol whole wheat, but honestly, you can use whatever you'd like. my big piece of advice here is to think about the structural integrity of your design. much like a bread engineer, because that's what you are. if your fillings are wet or gelatinous (hold on, we're getting there) you NEED a crustier bread. sara lee won't cut it. some people like fancy bread with herbs and shit. i see the bread more as a canvas than as part of the painting, but like, there are no rules. go ham.
speaking of ham. this is the section where you expect me to disavow lunch meats. i shan't. pre-sliced meat is a brilliant (and cheap!) way to provide the basis of flavor for your sandwich AND to make sure you get enough protein. if you're vegan or vegetarian, you'll have to skip this step, but that's okay because it's not an integral part of the process. that being said, i think it lays a solid foundation for the whole sandwich's raison d'etre.
pairing with a good cheese is a classic for a reason. i stay away from american - it melts beautifully, which makes it great for grilled cheese, but it also has an artificial quality to it that i don't really vibe with. swiss, provolone, and cheddar are staples, but honest to god, any cheese can be made to work if you build around it. (side note: the best grilled cheese uses american, pepper jack, colby, and a tomato. season the OUTSIDE of the bread with butter, red pepper flakes, garlic, and a dash of oregano. fry up an egg and put it on top and oh baby. ham optional if you want some extra protein.)
ok. you have your basics. now i need you to take a look around your kitchen and GO WILD.
one of my Go To Combinations is turkey, swiss, and a fruit jam (i like apricot). it is EXTREMELY good and easy to make, and the jam gives it just the right touch of sweetness to complement to mellow flavor of the turkey. if you're like, "oh, wow, you put JAM? on a SANDWICH??? ARE YOU OK????" you need to stop reading right now. the shaggy-like combinations that i concoct may be too strong for you, traveler.
if you like sweet foods and want to lean into that, keep exploring Fruit Road. jams and preserves work wonders. fruit butters are also nice for a more savory touch, but can get expensive and/or seasonal. you can also go for Fruits themselves: thinly sliced apple + ham + brie (or swiss, if you can't swing a more expensive cheese) is a godsend. most fruits belong on a sandwich tbh. grapes, tangerines, bananas, pineapple: it's all about the right context.
if you want to go Even Further Beyond, Fruit Road takes you right down to Sweets Avenue. honey works on most sandwiches, and - hear me out - will cut the tangy, eggy flavor of mayonnaise. it's easy for honey to overpower, though, so i'd say to go for a little before tasting and reassessing. plain or vanilla yogurt also complements fruit really well without being overpowering. if you REALLY want to go sweet, i like marshmallow fluff + bananas + peanut butter for protein. i've yet to find good vegan alternates to these, unfortunately - agave nectar would work in place of honey, but play around and see what you can come up with.
if you want to go savory, then Aromatics Boulevard will make sure you get substance and flavor. basil is an underrated addition to sandwiches, as are green onions, garlic (jarlic works great for this, don't @ me), and cabinet spices. you might need to try a little to get the proportions right, but chicken + mozzarella + plain yogurt + curry powder is frankly a godsend. i also lovelovelove a good sauce; nando's perinaise is usually region-specific, but it's creamy and tangy and goes with everything and i'm obsessed with it. get creative with what you have!
ok. this is my secret ingredient. come here. lao gan ma is chili oil, but with chili crisps in it. it is the single best ingredient in my kitchen. it's not expensive, a jar of it lasts forever, and you can find it at almost every asian grocery store. it is the perfect kick of spice to add to a sandwich. plenty of heat but not overpowering, and with a mostly savory finish. god it's so good. i scoop it with a knife to avoid most of the oil and spread just the crisp over the sandwich. crunchy, spicy, savory. mamma mia.
those are the BASICS of what i can give you. if you've read this far and you actually make a Fucked Up Sandwich PLEASE tag me in it, because odds are i'll try it. be bold. make a potato salad + tangerine + tahini monstrosity. (i haven't tried that but maybe it's good???) anything is a sandwich if you're brave enough. if you're still looking for inspiration, i get a lot of ideas from traditional tea sandwiches, which are usually ~3 ingredients and can get absolutely hogwild.
if you want more specific recipes or combinations then reach out and i can send you a list, but i hope that this gave you the tools and confidence to go forth and wreak havoc. have fun stay safe eat sandwiches!
#anon i hope this was what you wanted#sorry this is a sandwich blog now i think#ask#anon#nat og#sandwich posting
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Hey Kit! I've become a bit of a foodie in the past few years after I got diagnosed with gluten intolerance, and I realized how much you have to dance if you want to keep eating good food. Where I live and in my family, on Christmas, there's a traditional menu no one would even dare think to change, but on Christmas Eve, everyone brings something to eat as a "tapa". Maybe you can inspire me! We tend to get a bit worked up to see who comes with the best one, lol!💕
OOOOO HI BESTIE!
OK so I feel you on the gluten intolerance, my sister in law has one so I make a lot of gluten free stuff! She’s coming for Christmas, too, so most of my menu is gluten free (bread is not and I’m making her a gluten free cranberry crumble for dessert but otherwise, all gluten free.)
This year’s menu!
Appetizers: Escargots, baked brie, assorted meats and cheeses, crudités
Entree with sides: salad with homemade vinaigrette, prime rib, potato leek gratin, maple balsamic Brussels sprouts, Parker house rolls
Desserts: Buche de Noel, cranberry tart (gluten free cranberry crumble for my SIL)
Of course there will also be plenty of Christmas cookies and candies sitting out all day, too 😊
Not sure much of this would work for tapas I’m afraid (though baked brie is always a good option IMO!!) but I’m super excited to make it all!
Thanks for asking, Bestie!! Hope you have a lovely Christmas!!
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For a Mortal Chapter 2
Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist
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Pairing: Dom!Loki x f!Reader
Warnings: Self esteem problems, self deprecation, ⚠️abuse (past, not from Loki)⚠️, minor breaking and entering
Contains: Angst, maybe a little fluff, brain not processing the literal god, descriptions of sensual fluffiness
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A/N: Chapter 2!! This was inspired by this ask by @michelleleewise. This is my first attempt at writing any kind of fan fiction, so please be kind. Thank you so much to @vbecker10 and @soubi001 for all the help with this chapter!! I'm so sorry that it took so long, inspiration hasn't been showing its face for this series.
You groan, hearing the all-too-familiar 10 am alarm blaring next to you. Why you had never turned off that damned alarm, you’d never know. It’s not like you had anything to do that day, but it wasn’t good for your mental health to stay in bed. Turning off the alarm, you stare at the ceiling. Did last night really happen? It couldn’t have . . . right? Magic, gods, teleportation . . . it couldn’t exist in real life. That was ridiculous. . . wasn’t it? You haul yourself out of bed, gingerly pressing the bathroom door open. Everything was just as you’d left it. Clothes were strewn all over the floor and a combination of makeup and sanitary products littered the counter. Notably though, where you remembered placing a pine scented green candle last night was only a few drops of green wax. You stare at the empty counter space, ignoring your phone when it starts to ring. How was it gone?? Did Loki take it back? How were you supposed to contact him again? You sigh and rub your eyes, already wanting to crawl back into your bed. Last night was definitely too good to be true. Your phone began to ring again, Caller ID showing your friend Sobhana – Soubi for short – on the screen.
“Mmmh . . . Morning . . .” you groan.
“Hey! Someone sounds like she had a long night,” Soubi teased.
“Something like that . . . Either that or I’m losing my mind. What’s up?”
“Val and I were gonna grab something to eat at that Thai place you like. Wanna come?”
“Thank you so much for thinking of me, Soubi, but I don’t have money to eat out. I’d love to see you guys though, would you want to come hang out later today?” You heard Soubi laugh a little on the other end of the line.
“Don’t use your customer service apology on me. Did I ask if you had money? I got you, we’ll meet you there at 11:30. Sound good?” Soubi stated, leaving no room for arguments. “You can repay me by filling me in on all the work drama. I swear, that boss of yours gets dumber every time you tell me about him.” You burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. Every time you talked to Darren Albright, the stories got more and more unbelievable.
“Deal, and this weekend I’ll make you and Val some of that baked mac and cheese. We can have movie night at my place.”
“Movies sound great! I’ll always brie up for them, even if you pick the ones that are pasta-tively cheesy.” You could practically hear Soubi’s grin as you groan at her awful puns. She had more puns ready for any situation than anyone you’d ever met, and you absolutely adored her for it. Plus, two can play at that game.
“I better get ready, or I’m Ghouda be late.” You poke back at her, only lasting a couple moments before dissolving into giggles. “Yeah, no, that was bad. Yours was so much better! I’ll see you at 11?”
“You’ll get on my level one day, see you then!” Soubi hung up with a click, and you were left to search your closet for something clean to wear.
You hadn't said much since you’d arrived at the restaurant. If Val and Soubi noticed, they hadn’t said anything so far. You mumbled your thanks as the waiter set the plate down in front of you, taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh.
“Y/N, you’re really quiet. That isn’t like you, what’s going on?” Val spoke up from across the table, concern in her eyes.
“It’s just . . .” You take another deep breath. “So, I might be going crazy. I had this . . . this dream, I guess? I dunno. I wouldn’t really call it a dream, it was so vivid, I could have sworn it was a memory, but I’m not sure what else to think.”
“Well, what’s going on?” Soubi inquires from your left. “If there’s something weird going on, you can always tell us.”
“Okay . . . Well it started after Darren called me last night.” You spent the next thirty minutes filling your friends in on the previous evening’s crazy adventure. From the candle to the shower, to the almost – almost – platonic domination. “He didn’t even push for sex! Like I said, it’s like he could watch my memories . . . he knew exactly what I liked, but also what to avoid in order to make sure I was comfortable.”
“Wait, after all of that you didn’t fuck him??” Val almost screamed, and you had to fight back a giggle when she realized that people were looking.
“No! We talked for a while, there was some gentle hair pulling while we made out, but he didn’t try anything unless he asked first or I initiated. I’m sure it would have been amazing if we had, though . . . I wonder what it would be like to fuck a guy who knows exactly what I want.”
“Sounds like an in-depth knowledge of sin and temptation are in your future and this god person is there to give a self guided tour.” Soubi’s comment almost made you blow soda out of your nose, and you take a few minutes to stop yourself from choking. Val was the first to regain control of her laughter.
“Soubi’s got a point though,” Val stated, wiping a tear from her eye. “He sounds too amazing to have been anything other than an imagination.”
“See, that’s what I thought at first, but there’s these little green droplets of wax where the candle used to be.”
“Used to be?” Val raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, no. That’s really weird.”
“I mean, that’s physical evidence. That definitely means SOMETHING was there.” Soubi’s eyebrows creased. She wasn’t ready to say it yet, but she was definitely getting worried. “Do you have any makeup that could have left it? You accidentally melted that lipstick while trying to fix a break in it a while back.”
“You have a point, but I’m absolutely certain. I don’t own any makeup that color, and it was the exact same green with the same pine scent lingering. I have absolutely no idea what else it could be. I think I may be going crazy . . .” Your gaze drops to the table. You really didn’t want to admit it, but there was no other explanation. Some kind of psychotic break was the only logical explanation.
“Crazy, nothing, I’m worried that someone has been in your apartment.” Soubi muttered under her breath. “If someone was in your place, that’s really dangerous. They could have laced your food with stuff, or even the candle somehow. A hallucination would explain the god man appearing in your bathroom.” You glance at Val out of the side of your eye.
“I mean . . . It’s totally possible, but we still love you. I think you’re fine though honestly, you’ve been going through a lot lately, especially with your crappy job. I’m sure your mind is just looking for a way to deal with it while you're sleeping. Maybe get some extra locks though?” You smile softly, grateful to have friends with your best interest at heart.
“Yeah, extra locks seem like an amazing idea. But speaking of my crappy job . . . I believe I promised Soubi an update. Darren called me yesterday to tell me that I haven’t been doing anything for the company.”
“What??” Soubi hissed. “Didn’t you build an entirely new backend to make intake smoother?”
“Yup.”
“And you do all the upkeep on it, right?”
“All by myself, I don’t know if he even knows how it works.” A wicked smile creeps across Val’s face.
“You should quit. It isn’t like he’s paying you anyway. Just quit and wait for him to come crawling back to you when he realizes how much you actually do.”
“As satisfying as that could be, he’s an Albright, he might make sure that I never work in the film industry again, and I’ve worked way too hard to get here.”
“Do you really think he’d do that?” Val inquired.
“Well . . . no, not really, but I also think that if I walk, I’m never getting my job back. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am, and if I step out of Darren’s company on terms like this, then I can’t use him as a reference. I’ll be back to square one . . .”
“Hey, look at me?” Soubi asks. “ You won’t be starting from square one. You’ll be starting from experience. I’ve seen you grow so much over the past year and a half, especially after you finally cut off contact with your ex. We’re going to support you no matter what.” You beam, taking a deep breath and feeling a moment of peace for the first time in the last couple months. Your life had become so hectic, but Val and Soubi had remained your constant. As long as you have your friends, you can get through whatever this curveball turns out to be.
Your laptop dings with the fifth email from Albright. Even though he accused you of not doing anything, you still seemed to be getting a lot put on your plate. You look over the new client application, grabbing your mug of hot chocolate from your side table. The application was for a new marketing client, and they were only asking for a basic social media consultation and re-do of their old logo. You sip your mug as you spend the next few hours going over the company site and social media, compiling a list of suggestions and replying to Darren’s email with your recommendations. By midnight, you had sorted through all the new clients and organized materials for the current client, plus re-worked part of your backend system to make finding client information easier. You stand, making your way to the kitchen. After depositing your empty mug in the sink, you grab a cup of water to take with you to bed. Today has been hard, but you won’t let it get the better of you.
The next two days passed without anything of note happening. Your days are mostly spent messaging the group chat with Soubi and Val (Soubi has nicknamed it My Taste in Buds a while back) and job applications. You needed income from somewhere, and Darren wasn’t cutting it. Coffee shops, restaurants, and even some retail stores had been checked off the list, but it was Saturday and you weren’t likely to hear anything back on the weekends. You close your laptop and head to the bathroom. A hot, steamy shower sounds like the most amazing thing right now.
The water pours over your skin and the steam fills your lungs. You’d finished washing ages ago, but it was nice to take a moment to breathe. In here, nothing could bother you. Not Darren, not bills, not unanswered job applications. You could stay in your little bubble and pretend for just one moment that everything was okay. You’d been able to sit with the events of your dream, and process. Val was right, this was probably your brain rationalizing. The human brain is such an amazing thing, it never stops working. It probably took spots of stuff on your counter and the amount of smut that you read and turned it into a coping mechanism while you slept. You had to admit, it had been nice. His slender fingers sliding through your hair. The gentle way he spoke. His voice had been both masculine and ethereal. Both commanding and comforting. The way he had spoken to you after he pulled you away from your shower . . . The softness wasn’t something you were used to. You barely knew the man – god, if he was to be believed – but he was more considerate of your wants and your needs than anyone you’d ever dated. Hell, most of the people who called you a friend didn’t seem to care. Outside of Val and Soubi, it seemed that most people kept you around because of things they thought that you could do for them. It made perfect sense that your brain would supply a tall, dark, and elegant man with a voice as smooth as velvet to help meet the needs in your life that were left unfulfilled. You spend a few more moments reminiscing on the dream, focusing on how his hands felt on your skin as his lips brushed yours, waiting for you to close the last breath of space between the two of you instead of just taking what he wanted. He was too good to be true, and almost definitely couldn’t exist outside of a dream. You toweled off, wrapping that towel around yourself before reaching to grab another for your hair. You pause, sniffing the towel. Something didn’t smell right . . . It wasn’t the towels, and it wasn’t the clothes you had piled on the floor . . . You grabbed the knife that you kept in your bedside table for protection and quietly made your way towards the living room and the front door. As you stepped out of the hallway, you stopped dead in your tracks. You recognized the scent, but what was it? You take stock of your apartment. Everything seems to be in place, the door is locked, the windows are closed . . . What could that smell be? Then it hits you. It’s leather. Leather and sandalwood. And sitting on the side table next to your laptop is a familiar green pine tree scented candle.
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Bryan Danielson puts over Orange Cassidy during the Forbidden Door II press conference
“Is that real leather?”
“I don’t put myself in high energy situations because I don’t enjoy necessarily frenetic energy” - Bryan Danielson on the outlet wrestling provides
Daniel Bryan calls out Raw for not showcasing women
Bryan Danielson doing a promo in a makeshift crop top while stroking his “sexy beard”
Bryan on Eddie Kingston
Best moments on Rampage compilation by TNT
AWS promo - April 30, 2005
“FICKLE! They’re FICKLE”
A wild Bryan Danielson appears at Starrcast
Bryan puts over Ricky Starks at the All Out 2023 media scrum
Full match: Bryan/ZSJ round 1
“Who’s overrated now??”
Bryan sells his ass (no, he really does)
“Let’s talk about the illusion of free will”
Bryan and Paul London dolphin pod promo
Bryan + Henry’s Gym
Bryan and Brie
Bryan + Blue Panther (includes screenshots)
“I am going to break your arm. I am going to break your right arm and you’ll never be able to do the rainmaker again.”
“I haven’t done a cartwheel in a long time”
“I’m not what?”
Bryan’s commentary promo vs Eddie
Bryan’s pre-match promo vs Eddie
Bryan’s post-match promo vs Eddie
“Oh, I’m on!!”
“I just wanted to subdue him a little”
“My wife and I joke we could turn it into a gimmick”
“That makes me feel alive”
“Put your cameras down, wink wink”
“I can feel the end coming”
“My brain is so focused on wrestling”
“So at what point am I deceiving myself?”
“Im beat up, but happy”
Dragon grr’s, but is merely adorable
WK slow-mo vid
Daniel Bryan + Muppets
Bryan addresses Eddie
Random ROH WRD clip
Bryan is superstitious of a cat
Bryan on his history with Eddie
“I should have given him my respect a long time ago” - Bryan and Eddie, post-revolution
“Because I know what I’m willing to do.”
“Blue Panther has been my favorite luchador since I was 15”
Bryan gets his hair braided in Arena Mexico
“You said you wanted to introduce me to proper Lucha libre.”
Wrestling to me has never been about proving I’m better than anyone else.”
Bryan returns to Mexico City
“My heaven will be standing in a wrestling ring bleeding in front of all of you”
“A BANGER!”
Video compilations/edits
Bryan Danielson sings boy bands
HEY (EW) supercut
Bryan I don’t like frenetic energy Danielson being unhinged
Ring of honor compilation
Bryan’s got legs and he knows how to use ‘em (fanvid set to legs by ZZ Top)
Supercut of Bryan/ZSJ round 2
Wrestling road diaries supercut
“I may suck. I am opening to sucking” - 4 min and 33 seconds of why we should be thankful for Bryan Danielson’s existence
“He's trying to shake my hand, but we're not friends” - Bryan and Eddie in roh (plus some Nigel in the background)
Bryan + Will + doctors post-dynasty
The I have till 5 edits
Bryan has till 5 (a fanvid/fancam set to he’s a rebel & also a scaled down edit)
Bryan and his opponents still have till 5
Bryan and even more of his opponents have till 5
Audio clips
Robin Tran thanks Bryan Danielson for inspiring her to come out as transgender
Part 2
#bryan danielson#aew#all elite wrestling#roh#ring of honor#my masterposts#my edits#my compilations#i had to break this up because i hit 100 links on the BCC post#that should tell you a lot about my archiving behavior lately#my masterlists
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hii brie !! 💓 loving the layout and warm ambience this blog is emitting 🎀😩 could you tell me if there's any song in particular that inspired this aesthetic? ><
hi hi eightie !! thank you so much ! 🤍 i got a random spurt of inspiration when i was listening to lana's ultraviolence hehe, not really for the aesthetic itself but more so for what i wanted it to look like in general if that makes sense . . i lovee that song, that album in general might be my fav from her ! it was really impulsive of me to change to this theme because i already had another one pretty much finished that i was ready to use 😮💨 but but ! i also think your theme looks soo pretty i'm kinda obsessed with it 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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🍸, 🍀 and 🌾! And of course sending a lot of motivation <3
Hello, White Rabbit!! Thank you for the ask and for the motivational vibes, love! Sending them back your way!! ♡
🍸Character who inspired your MC?
Autistic brain wants to question whether this is asking who inspired Andy in twfa or what real-life person inspired me to write Andy, but upon re-reading the question, it seems the former. The character who most inspired Andy would probably be her mother, in that, she wants to be nothing like her. Andy has never been a fan of her mother, they've always butted heads. She wasn't a good mother and not really a good person, upon seeing her mother again, she's shown just how horrible she is. She's inspired to be nothing like her.
🍀Character you would kill off if they were not vital to the plot?
I would probably kill off Andy if she wasn't driving the plot and if it wasn't being written from her POV.
I also attempted to kill off Xander, but that just broke my heart and @lyra-brie threatened violence. 😂 It would have been good for driving the plot and what turned into his "suspected death" does drive the plot forward until the revelation that he's still alive. After that a new factor makes Xander essential to the plot.
I had a plan to kill off Markuus as well, but then I got over attached. He's not even vital, I just love him and everyone needs to meet the puppy boy emo that is Markuus.
🌾Book you would or have written fanfic for?
So, as far as books...probably most of my fanfics, but some have been based off of the TV series adaptations of books. I've done fanfics for Twilight (not very well played out, but I've found comfort in a couple of the characters), Pretty Little Liars, The Vampire Diaries, MCU character fics, and I'm sure there are more I'm not thinking of. I've even done a fanfic of a book I found on Watt/pad after getting permission from the author. Fanfiction is definitely my failsafe to keep me writing when I don't want to write anything ""real"".
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MOVIE TIME! I was tagged by the lovely @barnescastle to share my top nine favorite films! Thank you for tagging me 🥰 In no particular order:
Iron Man (2008) - The scene where Tony shoots (and destroys) his reflection is when I first fell in love with this movie. It will never not make me cry. I also connect a little too strongly to the pain of Stane’s betrayal
Tick, Tick…BOOM! (2021) - This is a movie about finding yourself in a world that makes you feel lost. (The answer is love, in all its forms.) Need I say more?
Mulan (1998) - Mulan is an inspiration in every way
Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings (2021) - the complicated family dynamics, visuals, and cinematography is what makes this movie incredible to me. probably my favorite mcu movie!
Encanto (2021) - I’m half-Mexican and this movie hits hard. Really hard. Honestly helped me cope with some generational trauma. Also, a superb soundtrack.
Tangled (2010) - I love that Rapunzel was able to escape from her abusive mother and build the life for herself that she wanted. It’s everything I hope for
Kong Skull Island (2017) - my brother wants to do VFX work for the monster-verse and this was the first movie he made me watch with him. He loves it and so do I. (Tom Hiddleston and Brie Larson are an added bonus, I admit.)
Jurassic Park (1993) - I love the portrayal of dinosaurs as animals first, not monsters. The love that Dr. Grant and Dr. Sattler have for dinosaurs truly makes this movie. Also, that lunch scene where Dr. Malcolm spells out what’s wrong with the park is perfect writing
The Christmas Card (2006) - My favorite romance movie (even though it’s a Hallmark movie.) It’s cheesy and predicable and honestly a comfort movie of mine
Tagging: @onekisstotakewithme @nick-nelson-my-beloved @yennefersz @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea @mcfiddlestan @renlybaratheon-tyrell and @scottxlogan no pressure to do it, of course :)
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Howdy Brie!! Does Kepler have an arc of his own in the series???
What inspired you to come up with him?
How's your s/i's dynamic with him and how is his dynamic with Ashoka since they start off around the same time with being Padawans?
Clover @tex-treasures
Hello Clover my beloved!! 💚 thank you so much for your ask!
It's funny you ask what inspired him, he honestly just came into existence one night while me and my bff were discussing out self inserts for TCW and he asked what I thought my master was like and if I'd have a padawan! And in just a few short minutes we came up with The Boy of All Time! x3
We sort of also came to the conclusion that whatever a padawan's master was like, they end up becoming the opposite, and my s/i's master was a bit too coddling so I have maybe too much confidence in Kepler! 😅 he definitely doesn't have much in himself so I'm constantly pushing him to step outside his comfort zone and rise above himself, and sometimes it ends up in him proving he's more skilled than he gives himself credit for but I also eventually learn I need to step in for him a little more!
And over the course of the wars he learns that he does have lots of very important skills, even if lightsaber combat isn't really one of them! 😂 he connects to the Force through his understanding of people's emotions/intentions rather than with making things float and he comes to realize that even if he's not what the Jedi Council thinks he should be, it doesn't mean he's not great!
Also ajfjfj let's say Ahsoka is...not Kepler's biggest fan at first! She's obviously a skilled fighter and learns fast so she finds working with Kep a bit exasperating. He's not as quick as her cause he's always tripping over his robes too so she finds it hard not to think of him as a burden, but Anakin reminds her that he thought she was a burden at first too and eventually she and Kep become close and trusted friends! :3
#brie babbles#self insert talk#platonic self ship#familial self ship#ajfjf oh man i need a tag for kepler 🤔#ill come up with one soon!!#but hehe THANKS FOR THE ASK CLOVER ILY 💘💘#i appreciate you so much!!!
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FairyLoot Unboxing
Cloak & Dagger
May 2022
I have to say, I feel pretty underwhelmed by this box. The thing is, I know that's entirely down to my own personal preferences, it has nothing at all to do with the quality of the box. I'm trying to look at it objectively, but it's not working. It's a very pastel box, there's a lot of purple. And I'm not familiar with any of the featured fandoms, so done of it really draws me in. The theme is "Cloak & Dagger", but having not read any of the books, I can't say if the items actually meet the theme. Aesthically, at least, it's a very cohesive box.
The featured book is "The Stardust Thief" by Chelsea Abdullah. This book looks so good, and I can't wait to read it! I originally preordered the Waterstones edition, but when this was announced, I cancelled it. I decided I didn't need two copies, and the Waterstones edition only had a solid sprayed edge, which I knew was the least the FairyLoot edition would have. I now totally regret cancelling it! Honestly, the first thing I said when I opened this was "Oh no, it's purple!". I'm just not a purple person. I am, however, an orange person. Don't get me wrong, this is a beautiful book - it's got a recoloured cover, a purple hardcover with gorgeous foiling on both sides, amazing full artwork endpapers, and pale purple sprayed edges. I just don't like purple. Thank God, my local Waterstones still has some copies of their exclusive, with the orange sprayed edges, so I've just reserved a copy.
The purple theme really didn't bode well for me. The first item out of the box was a mug, inspired by "Daughter of the Moon Goddess". I haven't got around to reading this yet, but it seems to be featured in almost every FairyLoot box which is a bit annoying to be honest. The mug is quite nice, although the white around the edges makes it look a bit bare. The colour on the inside is a nice touch.
The next item is a pair of hair scrunchies. These are inspired by "Blood & Ash", which I have no intention of reading. These are alright. One of them has daggers on it, but I thought they were carrots at first. FairyLoot in general is aimed towards girls and young women, but this is a particularly feminine item. I wish they had a gender neutral option, or even a more masc box. I'd love that, and I've got a couple of male friends who would love a fantasy subscription box that didn't routinely feature hair accessories.
Next is a tea strainer, based on the featured book, "The Stardust Thief". I actually really like this item. It's quite simple, but the design is pretty and practical, and best of all - it looks like it will actually be quite easy to clean! It's a nice item to go in a 'mug' box as well, since they can be used together.
We also have a bottle opener, inspired by "Red Rising". This is the only item that doesn't really fit with the aesthetic of the box. There's not a lot to say about this item. It's a novelty bottle opener. I don't think it's possible to have an opinion on a bottle opener.
The last item is a set of foiled bookmarks. This is part of a collection of mythology bookmarks that FairyLoot are doing. The last ones were quite nice but I'm not keen on these. They feature Loki and Kumiho, and dare I say it, they're a bit... slutty? I mean, I wouldn't want to be on a train and drop my bookmark and have everyone see that I'm marking my place with half-naked Loki wrapped in a snake. I don't know, maybe that's a bit prudish of me, but I'd just be embarrassed to use these in public.
This month's tarot cards are Brie, and Sebastian and Finnian, from "These Hollow Vows", and they're really pretty.
Look, I know that technically this was a good box. There were a lot of customisations on the book, and there were five items, some of which were quite unusual and all of which were good quality. I just didn't like it!!
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Is it weird that I don't "project" my diagnoses, etc. onto my sims/ocs? Like I know a ton of people who are autistic write autistic characters, or ace people write a lot of ace characters. (I am both.) But I have never really found the compulsion to do that? Not a single one of my sims to date is autistic, and only one of my nonsis OCs is. And weirdly enough, despite being aroace, I write a lot of romance-centered shit.
Idk why I'm coming rambling into your inbox about it, but I just realized that I don't do that, and I don't know why. A lot of people talk about having characters who are really, really similar to themselves, but then there's me with none of my characters are anything like me.
The closest I come to projecting onto my characters in any form is the fact that all my stories are about love (in any form), and no matter what shit goes down, there's always a (mostly) happy ending. Other than that, most of my characters are absolutely nothing like me, lmao.
Anyways, ramble over. Sorry for just jumping into your inbox for no fucking reason. That is all.
Also, some questions: Do you have a favorite scene in the Brie/Vlad backstory? Is there a scene you think is going to be the hardest to convert into sims format? If you had to choose one favorite OC (and only one) who would it be, and why?
Okay, I swear I'm done now!
Love, Morri.
i don't think it's weird at all!! to be honest, i think it's really commendable that you're capable of writing about many different types of people without pulling from your own experiences! i have the opposite problem, where i tend to pull from my own experiences so often that it's difficult to write about characters who don't resemble myself, to the point where sometimes i feel like my characters even talk too similarly to myself aha. i think maybe sometimes it's scary to have characters who feel so much like yourself, like it feels as though you're bearing your soul out to the world when you write about someone whose experiences are so similar to your own. i can see how it's a daunting task! honestly though i don't think it truly matters where the inspiration for your characters comes from. as long as you're writing and expressing yourself, i think that's what matters most! especially since this is just a silly hobby of ours, it's not like we're getting paid to write these stories. so just have fun with it you know!!
i have a few favorite scenes in the brie/vlad backstory, it's hard to pinpoint just one!! honestly, though, any scene where they're being grossly affectionate and simultaneously oblivious makes my heart explode. i really like the scene where they finally get together too, but i haven't yet written that one out since it's towards the end of the story, and i'd say i'm about 3/4ths of the way done writing everything. there's a few fight scenes i'm nervous to take screenshots of whenever i get to that point, but i think i have the ability to pull it off!! i've been thinking very intensely about how to play these scenes out, so i have a few ideas for the execution aha. and obviously breanna!! because as i mentioned above, i have difficulty writing about characters who aren't similar to me, and breanna was created specifically to be similar to me, so she feels really natural to write and discuss. obviously we have our differences, but i think a lot of our emotions are similar, even if the root cause for our emotions come from very different places. and it helps that she likes the same things i do and she talks the way i do, so i don't have to stress out over her personality much since i feel like i know her very well. is that weird? aha fjeroaigjrstohjrthklmr;mnsre she's just like me fr!
thanks so much for rambling in my ask box! i always appreciate seeing asks from you, you rock!! <3
#jade answers#morrigan sims#oh my head hurts i didn't sleep long enough#i was thinking about these asks i got all night i wanted to answer them so bad#it's 1pm you'd think i would have slept for long enough but nope. i went to bed at 5am aha
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