#( interactions ; stella )

[syrupbitee]

free my boy from his own show he did nothing wrong

[stellaapologist]

I think my blog title is really funny because like. I'm categorically not a Stella apologist. She's canonically an abusive monster, and I fully recognize that. I'm not going to sit here and pretend that she's anything other than a horrible person, or theorize about how maybe she's a good mother when I know that would make no sense from a doylist perspective.

what I DO think, however, is that Stella deserved better. She, as one of the only notable female characters in the show and the only female antagonist, deserves to be a complex and well thought out character, rather than swinging between a laughing stock and tool for punishment in service of her male counterpart. She, and female characters in general, deserve to have their emotions taken seriously by the narrative and not be reduced to cartoonishly dumb, eternally evil tropes. I mean, "I like tormenting you"? Seriously?

So I'm not a Stella apologist in the traditional sense– I'm not apologizing for her, I'm apologizing to her. And hopefully with my rewrite, I'll be able to give her some justice.

also LET HER INTO THE PRIDE PARADE YOU FUCKING COWARDS I SWEAR TO SHIT–

[stellar-solar-flare]

Stella's 200+ followers celebration:

🌠 Dream Date Drabble Event! 🌠

I'm clearing my inbox of previous drabble requests this weekend, so I'm daring to open my requests for more.

For this celebration, I want to give something to the wonderful people who follow me! As such, this event is open only for my followers, and you must send the request from a logged-in account. Like everything else on my blog, this event is for 18+ only.

THE RULES:

Send me an ask with a character from the list below + a short description of your dream date idea with the character. For example: "Steve Rogers + spending the day browsing bookstores". I will write a short drabble about the date.

One entry per person, unless I open the entries for a second round. The deadline for requests is Sunday 5th of January 11:59 PM (Pacific Standard Time).

CHARACTERS:

MCU: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff.

Other CEvans characters: Cole Turner, Andy Barber, Jake Jensen.

🌠 Send your request into my inbox! 🌠

[crownedwille]

Favourite non wilmon ship: Stella and Fredrika

Prompt 6 from @youngroyals-events faves fest

I've also written a ficlet about the 3.06 kiss scene that you can find under the read more or on ao3

The sheets were upside down.

That was not the first thing Stella noticed when she woke up but the body that was lying next to her. And it wasn't even a blanket, just a sheet draped over them with the tag on the upper side but it didn't matter, all that mattered was lying here with her.

It felt different and yet so familiar. It wasn't the first time they had slept together. Like actually slept in the same bed together. More nights than not one of them ended up in the other's bed, their legs and arms entangled, breathing each other's air so close they could kiss.

But they never did. Not like this anyway.

Stella has stolen many longing glances towards Fredrika's lips in those nights. How soft and plush they looked when they were in a slight pout in her sleeping state. Stella has yearned to trace them with her fingers, her fingertips itching but never daring. It would be weird, if Fredrika saw her then, staring at her, her hand stretched out. She always dropped it and pulled it beneath the sheets again, pretending that what they had was fine and she didn't want more.

But not now. Something had changed at the white party. Fredrika had been much more forward, wanting to hold hands and keep her far away from Rosh. Stella had enjoyed the attention, it felt good to be wanted.

And since they had woken up, it felt like there was an exciting static buzzing in the air and time stood stagnant. This time Stella reached Fredrika's bare arm and traced it with the softest touch of her fingertips. This time Fredrika was not asleep but looked right at her, a sparkle in her deep brown eyes.

Her skin was so soft.

Stella continued her caress while they looked in each other's eyes. They didn't say anything as if they both feared it would destroy this moment. Stella didn't want it to end. Light was pouring from the window and turned Fredrika's skin into a beautiful light brown, she wanted to touch and kiss all inches of it.

Naturally, her eyes found Fredrika's lips again, Stella couldn't help herself. She was drawn to them like she was drawn to every other part of her body and longed to taste it.

Fredrika noticed and her eyes dropped down. For a moment nothing happened, they just stared, their breaths standing still, Stella's hand coming to a halt. It was like they were the only ones in the room, it didn't matter that Felice and Madison were sleeping barely a few metres away. Nothing else mattered.

And then almost imperceptibly, Fredrika leaned in closer. Stella echoed her movement. It was slow, hesitant, in a way they weren't used to.

They never shied away from physical touch and affection, they were closer than most. They shared almost everything, clothes, jewelry (even a toothbrush once on accident and when they noticed Fredrika had shrieked how gross that was and Stella had agreed laughing but secretly she hasn't hated it), they've known each other for so long. They were best friends, they had no secrets from each other.

Except that one. Stella was in love with her best friend.

She didn't know exactly when it had started or maybe there has never been a time where she wasn't. At age eleven she didn't know how to categorise those feelings she had, of course you love your best friend, everyone feels this way about their best friend. And slowly, slowly she realised it was different. She had denied and repressed it for a long time, tried to get with guys and have feelings for others. But boys, ugh, none of them ever made her feel as thrilled and joyous than when she was with Fredrika.

At age 14 (maybe it was a bit too soon but who cared) she had let a boy fuck her for the first time. He was 16 but still had no idea how to pleasure a girl. None of the six guys (it wasn't three, she had lied during the Tjejsnack game) she has forced herself to sleep with came close to making her come. Not that that was everything but perhaps it would've saved those experiences. If only she could come from a guy's dick inside her and be turned on by masculine grunts and a hard build. But there was nothing, nothing at all.

(She couldn't count the times she had masturbated to her best friend instead, with her hands and the small vibrator she had tucked deep, deep inside a drawer inside a sock. It wouldn't be so bad if Fredrika found it, they were girls, they knew they masturbated and Fredrika probably had one too but Stella wouldn't bear to look her in the eyes and lie to her about what she was fantasising and feel shame, shame)

But now they were lying in bed together, clad in only their white tops and underwear and were inching closer to each other. It felt like forever, the moment an eternity until suddenly their lips touched.

It was a small kiss, soft, tentative.

Her lips were so soft.

It wasn't the first time they had kissed but at the same time it felt like the first. Stella had memorized the feeling of Fredrika's lips the few times she got to feel them at one of the parties at palatset, both too drunk to have inhibitions left and consider the consequences. It had become a bit of a pattern, them making out at parties and no one batted an eye.

They laughed about it together after with Felice and Madison who told them how entangled they had been and couldn't stop kissing but it was cool, it was fine, that's what happened when you're drunk. Everyone made out with their best friend, it didn't mean anything. It certainly didn't make you a lesbian.

And so Stella could hide her secret desire and disguise it as just a drunk hiccup that otherwise meant nothing. She had started to look forward to the parties where she could let go and pretend for one night that it was real, that she actually had Fredrika like this. (Sometimes she even played drunker than she was but she still never dared to be sober for it)

Those kisses were heated, rushed, without any real coordination or plan. Stella was familiar with the inside of Fredrika's mouth, she had tasted her tongue and mapped it out, tried to soak it all in and consumed her with all she could. But this, this was the opposite of that. There was no rush, no alcohol taste lingering, just the chaste feeling of each other's lips.

One thing the kisses had in common that there was no structure or plan. They didn't know what they were doing, despite all the physical affection and kisses they had shared, this felt more intimate than anything before. It was scary. Really fucking scary. But in a good way.

Stella tentatively opened her mouth and let Fredrika in. She wanted to take it slow and cherish this moment but she was also so impatient. Now that she had her, she wanted to do everything with her and push and push but she restrained herself. She didn't want to ruin this, she needed to let Fredrika lead, she needed to know if she wanted it as badly as she did.

And Fredrika responded. She inched even closer and closed the small distance that has been between them and her hand glid over Stella's arm the way Stella had done to her before. It brought shivers to her skin and Stella pushed her arm closer. She felt Fredrika smile against her lips and her hand was moving lower underneath the sheet, resting now against her bare stomach, her touch so soft and warm.

The kiss didn't speed up, only barely getting more heated until they both ached for more. Stella let the hand she had dropped earlier reach out again and dared to put a hand on Fredrika's thigh.

It felt revolutionary to be kissing her and holding her and touching her like this. Nothing had ever come close to this. There was no pretense, no hidden motive to their intimacy. And yes, it felt so much better when you did it with someone you loved, Fredrika was right after all. Stella had always rolled her eyes at Fredrika's romantic notions but in reality, she was the fool for actually wanting those things.

Stella didn't know where they were going to go from there, if this led to anything more. She couldn't bear to think of going back to just best friends and ignoring this moment that happened between them just like all their other make outs. If Fredrika did, it would break her heart but she would accept it and move on. As long as they had each other. She just didn't want to lose her.

But Stella dared to have a glimmer of hope that maybe this time it was different. It felt different. She wanted it to mean something. Whatever this was, whatever it meant, they had the summer to figure it out. They had all the time in New York City waiting for them to figure it out.

So Stella pressed her lips against Fredrika's more forcefully, their legs entangled together underneath the sheets and savored this feeling, this moment that wasn't going to be the last if she had any say in it.

[chosenmango4233]

Something I cannot wait to see is blitz actually meeting Stella. Him seeing how Stolas had been living for so long, giving further context to why he desperately clung to him. But more than that blitz immediately being like "you did this to him? [Sent striker] [everything else] fucking DIE BITCH!" And Stolas is forced to intervene because "THAT'S VIA'S MOTHER we can't KILL HER!!" It'll be such a fun dynamic to bear witness to.

[the-starlit-author]

Sleep or I'll find you in your dreams :)

I will hit you with a book *ahem ahem* so what :3

[dumplingprincessextraordinaire]

Idk how y’all feel about this but

Art by Otar3000 on deviantart

[bisexualenbyblueberry]

Did. Did Stella swap the pearl for the candy one??

[luniviravosshipper]

Ngl, I think my only real wish for the series is that at some point Aaravos and Stella have some sort of bonding moment.

The only two Startouch creatures that we really see on screen, one of which is a jailed war criminal and the other a tiny thieving gremlin.

What would be more adorable to see than our beloved touch starved elf snuggling with a cheeky little cuddle monkey? And I mean, just imagine all the mischief they could get into with each other.

[proshipcallblog]

Welcome to the proship call blog!

This blog is designated to find fellow proshippers and make friends!

Rules and Info

-> Please specify if you are a minor or an adult. This is purely out of safety precautions and comfort of others.

-> Please add your way of getting in contact (messaging, likes or reblogs on the call, discord usernames, etc.)

-> If you'd like, you may add specific fandoms or interests (and also if you'd like for me to add the fandom tag as the default is without the fandom tag to avoid antis)

-> We will promote discord servers or blogs if I am told about their existence but I am usually not aware of them if I'm not told lol

-> You may send multiple calls or a repeat call after a week since your other post. This is purely out of convinience for others on this blog.

-> If you don't see your call after a while (wait 2 days atleast) feel free to shoot a message as I may have not gotten it but alot of the time I'm a little busy.

-> Please be respectful in your calls or replys, this should be a known.

-> This blog has no DNI and everyone is allowed here. However, please do keep in mind that this blogs target audience is for proshippers who want to talk to other proshippers.

-> Also keep in mind that we are allowed to delete calls or asks we don't wish to post (for my comfort or for the comfort of others).

-> This blog is run by one person who sometimes uses we but is just one person (Mod Stella). Mod Stella also has short-term memory loss so we might forget something! We do apologize for any future mishaps.

[anemicjellyfish]

I've been thinking this ever since the pride month image dropped. Sorry for the quality, I only have a phone for making these.

[stellar-solar-flare]

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader

Title: Rigged From the Start

Oh hehehe, I knew immediately where this was going. Thank you so much, Navy!

The lights turned on so suddenly that had you not been in Steve's firm embrace, you would've jumped. But he was holding you against his warm, wide chest, and didn't make a single move to stop doing so - and you didn't want him to, not with the kiss still tingling on your lips.

Your gaze followed his to the doorway of what had, prior to the lights turning on, been a terrifying mission in a very-likely-haunted-for-real mansion. When you saw Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson standing there with smug expressions, it all clicked into place.

"You know, you could've just talked to each other, and saved us from the trouble," Nat said with her brow raised and a smirk on her face.

Hehehehe. I feel like in addition to happily ever afters, idiots in love and Cap Quartet shenanigans are my brand.

Send me a character + a title, and you get five lines of imaginary fic back!

[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

Can’t stop thinking about the tweet I saw a while ago that said something along the lines of “I bet HB criticals are gonna say that there wasn’t any proof of Stella being abusive to Octavia just because we’ve never seen them interact smh”

Like.

It’s almost like parody at this point…they can’t have been serious right?

[the-jellyfish-collective]

no shame for any answer, i’m just genuinely curious

-stella

[little-pup-pip]

Hello everyone!! I have an important pride month question for you guys!

[the-starlit-author]

Mind telling me who this Zelura person even is?

@dual-dragons

Haha- what? :D

.. could you repeat that, I think I misheard you. :]