#Ask Avery

[purgaytorysupremacy]

THİS İS CANON!

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[apathetic-dry-rot]

I am here to humbly inquire if you are still writing wilting nerium, I am so eager and curious to see where the story leads

Yes! I am still writing Wilting Nerium, however my passion project is currently on hold while I finish setting up my new Tumblr account and move things around the way I like it. Once I'm up and running again, it will be taken out of temporary hiatus ♡

[theincediblesulk]

I saw your blog pop up and was abruptly smacked with the memory of someone saying they had been misreading it the whole time as incredible xD

lol yea that happened and continues to happen pretty consistently 😅

[hoshizoralone]

haloween

[turtletoads]

*astro bots your microsoft ips* (and some extras)

[llovelymoonn]

i don't know if this might be too specific, but could you do a webweaving on missing people who hurt you?

alex dimitrov \\ leith ross i'd have to think about it \\ leila chatti i dreamed i forgot \\ charles avery (2013) \\ okechukwu nzelu here again now \\ french religious card \\ andrea gibson

kofi

[writergeekrhw]

a bit of a cliché question, but I would love to know what it was like to work with Avery Brooks? I think he's such a fascinating actor, it's a shame he's away from acting these days, I hope he's doing well

TBH, for me Mr. Brooks was intimidating AF. I was a wet-behind-the-ears brat and he was an impressive, amazing actor, so I just called him Mr. Brooks for 5 years and trusted him to bring my words to life however he wanted. Which worked out pretty well if you ask me. I hope he's doing well too. I've worked with a lot of #1's in my career and he remains one of my favorites.

[propertyofwhitney67]

I have an arranged marriage so I wanna know how the LI's would react to the news

I know this goes against cannon( Pc being an orphan ect) but how would the LI's react if Pc was upset and had a breakup telling the Li's how their Parents arranged a marriage for them to be with someone else?

(Also if this went against any rules I apologize and hope you have a nice day, anyway I love your blog, I like your headcannons, And it really helps me get through the day with shitty parents, hope you have a fine day, and peaceful dreams!!!

I'm sorry you're going through so much anon, I'm glad I've been able to help though. Giving you my best friend <3

Whitney is pissed, like unbelievably so. You're his, not some fuck your shitty parents picked out. He does everything he can to ruin this arranged marriage

Kylar loses his fucking mind and will kill the person you are arranged to be married too, maybe your parents too. With them out of the picture you're all his.

Robin is heartbroken, he always thought the two of you would end up together. He tries to talk to your parents about it but it probably doesn't work

P!Sydney is also very heartbroken, he honestly dreamed of a wedding with you at the temple. He had things planned for when you graduated. If he knows you're against it he will fight for you, if he doesn't know he takes a step back.

C!Sydney is angry and heartbroken, he will go to your parents and talk to them. The two of you are meant to be together and no one can take that for him.

Alex is heartbroken and knows there is nothing he can do, he has nothing to offer besides a dying farm. He spends as much time as he can with you before you have to leave

Avery is mad, you're his plaything. He will probably try to talk to your parents and arrange a marriage between the two of you. He is the most likely to succeed bc money and social standing

Eden fucking kidnaps you and never lets you leave the cabin under any circumstances, he is not letting them take you from him

[hitrone]

this show was made for me actually

[lyrakanefanatic]

can u please please please make a if tig characters had twitter special edition?

pretty please 🥺🥺🥺

~🪷

If tig/tgg characters had twitter part: 26

[babyjapril]

Grey's Anatomy 8.21

Moment of Truth

[purgaytorysupremacy]

hiii saw your tags on this post please tell me about your fic! 👀

oh heyyyyyyy 🙈 I forget sometimes that people can see what i post!

anyway, my fic is called a life in your shape and it's an AU where Dean is training to be an air traffic controller and Cas is his on-job instructor but then Dean's alcoholic father gets diagnosed with terminal liver failure and has to come home. Dean and Cas fall in lurv but as John gets sicker, things get trickier and messier and Dean's self-hatred is on full display. i tagged your linked post bc that's basically the journey Dean goes through! very "love won't save you but it'll hold your hand while you save yourself" vibes.

this is the ""official"" summary:

Dean Winchester has spent his whole life cleaning up his father's messes. Now that his little brother, Sam, is settled in California and Bobby's got a handle on the garage, they convinced Dean to finally do something for himself. After a chance encounter at the Air Force recruitment fair Sam dragged him to, Dean got hooked on air traffic control, and he gets stationed at Kansas City Tower for his final leg of training. There, he has to impress his on-job instructor Castiel Novak, the ex-Air Force captain who piqued his interest in ATC in the first place. (And only in ATC. He swears. Those blue eyes and dark hair and stupid hat have nothing to do with it.) If all that wasn't hard enough, just one week into his OJT, Dean gets a call telling him his father is dying and has to move back home to live out his final days-which could be more like years. Dean has to decide whether to continue to let his life be defined by his father's mistakes and his misguided obligation to everyone else, or if he's brave enough-and strong enough-to find a life in his own shape.

it's on ao3 now! it's still a WIP but i've been writing it since July 2023 (lolsob) and we're in the home stretch. maybe four more chapters to go? something like that. IT'S GETTING THERE. (but also mind the tags...)

[apathetic-dry-rot]

Which of your blorbos has the most corrosive pussy go

that would be lowrinse (yk, bc he's dead), anjo

[theincediblesulk]

Your icon is so cute!!! And I love your blog theme and background pic!!!

awww thank you so much friendo!!!! 💛💛^_^

[thecircularlibrary]

can you make a fic of Hawthorne game night will all the boys and their girls/wife

enjoy these excerpts from their game night!! sorry if it's a little short :/ fun fact: the cards against humanity game is inspired by a real one i played the other day

is that legal?

a hawthorne game night

word count: 894

warnings: cursing (they play cards against humanity for goodness sake)

pairings: all of them (except averygrayson fuck off)

As soon as Avery picked up the black card in their Cards Against Humanity game, she knew that she was screwed. There was no possible way she could come out of this alive and well. She needed to accept that. She looked down at the card to read it aloud and visibly cringed.

“Well if ______ is a crime, then lock me up!” She read, crying internally. “Please don’t make me say something stupid.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Heiress,” Jameson said next to her, smirking in a way that completely contradicted his statement. Avery looked around the circle to see everyone excitedly putting down their white cards.

Once everyone had placed them, Avery picked them up and shuffled all seven of them in her hand. She read them one by one.

“Changing people’s minds with logic and facts,” Lyra.

“Getting drugs off the streets and into my body,” Jameson.

“These hoes,” Libby. “Are you serious? That isn’t even grammatically correct.” 

“The Blood of Christ,” Grayson.

“White privilege,” Xander.

“Existing as a person of color,” Max.

“Lumberjack fantasies,” Nash.

Avery picked Jameson’s card. She wasn’t going to touch Xander and Max’s.

The next person to draw a black card was Lyra. “Why is Brett so sweaty?”

Avery looked at her hand and sighed. Her cards were awful. She slid “Fox News” into the deck and called it a day. As Lyra read the submissions, there were a few standouts that were not Avery’s.

Jameson’s card: “Fucking my sister” and Max’s card: “Our mutual friend, Brad.”

Max won. The whole game.

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“We either play Sushi GO, Throw-Throw-Burrito, Apples to Apples, or Uno. While I know it’s a hard choice, it can be decided easily if we have a fair vote and keep it civil, okay?”

Avery rolled her eyes from the kitchen at the sound of Xander’s voice trying to gaslight everyone into playing Throw-Throw-Burrito, which was confusing. Especially since there was no possible way it would work, considering he was the only one who liked the game. As she came back into the living room with a cheese board for his “vote” she laughed to herself.

“All for Apples to Apples, the kid version of the game we just played?” Xander asked. Max’s hand went up.

“Now Max, you know you can only vote once, right?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then. All for the card game involving raw fish toppings?” No hands went up.

“Anyone for the greatest game of all time, involving calculated risk, accurate aim, and speed/agility? Also known as Throw-Throw-Burrito?” Xander’s hand was the only one that went up.

“I thought he was describing Uno for a second,” Jameson whispered in her ear as he grabbed a piece of cheese from the board on her lap. She grinned at him.

“Fine,” Xander exhaled. “Who wants to play Uno?”

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Playing Uno was a mistake, unfortunately. They should’ve just fumbled their way through Throw-Throw-Burrito. Because now that the game was down to Avery, Jameson, Lyra, and Grayson, it was getting aggressive. Specifically between Lyra and Jameson.

“I skipped you. Just like your dad,” Lyra said after playing the card. Grayson’s eyes widened.

“I don’t know how on Earth you think you can talk?” Jameson inquired as Avery and Grayson played their cards and it came back to Lyra. She played a reverse. “Because I’m the one who can actually place cards.”

“I refuse to argue with someone who started an online relationship,” Jameson mumbled. Avery elbowed him. He threw her a very specific look that had her giggling at the situation that was hilarious to her, considering she and Grayson both had two cards since Lyra kept dodging Jameson’s turn. When Grayson won, Jameson had to walk out of the room. Avery expected him not to return. The thing about a sore winner like Jameson, is that they tended to be sore losers too. To everyone’s surprise, he returned in the middle of their movie break, in which they watched Little Women, with a deck of cards.

“Let’s play Blackjack,” he grinned.

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They did not play Blackjack. They did play Slapjack.

“Ow!!” Xander’s yell rang out in the living room as he collected the cards he’d slapped. 

“My bad,” uttered Nash, who hadn’t quite gotten to the deck fast enough and landed a full force slap onto Xander’s hand. This was the eighth time he’d done this. He was three cards from being out of the game, leaving Avery, Xander, and Libby in the lead. Libby was winning.

The card pile quickly grew to over twenty cards. Nash was long out of the game and everybody but the final three was hoping to slap back in. Avery and Xander were running out of cards. They almost didn’t see the hand that slapped the next Jack. They did, however, see Max’s celebratory dance.

Soon, Xander was out of the game but Avery had replenished her deck and was in the lead. When the next Jack hit, she managed to secure it, hoping to secure at least one win at this game night that wasn’t chess. She and Jameson were the only ones who ever played chess.

When she did win, it was when Libby’s last card was a Jack and Avery slapped it before she could or before anyone else could slap back in. It might’ve been the sweetest victory she’d ever tasted.

[cherrys-writings]

Dating grayson and him getting jealous?:)thank youu!!

Your Favorite Kisses

+18 Explicit sexual content, biting, marking, jealous Grayson

It’s not like you could have guessed this was the missing piece to your relationship. Probably a dream relationship, two friends accidentally falling for each other. You and Grayson becoming an Us. Nothing felt more right, you had him now and you couldn’t get enough, finally able to touch every inch of him. You tangle your fingers in his light hair, losing yourselves in each other. Grayson’s toned body trapping you against the wall, wandering hands teetering the line between confidence and hesitation. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Never failing to pull a gasp from you when he easily hauls you off your feet. You get to watch Grayson let go of his control. His perfect, deliberate kisses turning rushed and clumsy. The grazes of his teeth turning to full bites. 

The little “innocent” kisses. Something about when he kisses your hand makes you blush harder than anything. In public, Grayson will rarely do more than kiss your hands or cheeks, but he doesn’t keep his hands to himself. Always needing physical contact: an arm around your waist, a gentle hand on the small of your back, hand resting on your knee, or his fingers laced with yours. 

Affectionately dubbed the “princely brother,” Grayson once responded to a question about your relationship with, “she’s my queen.”

Then there are the less frenzied kisses. When you’re straddling his lap or laying on top of him. Grayson is content to hold you against him and explore your mouth with his tongue. His hands cradling your face, gently biting your lip, groaning into your mouth when you inevitably roll your hips against his. Until his large hands lock you in place, shushing your whine with an “I know sweetheart,” murmured against your skin. Always waiting for you to settle before starting again. Slowly getting you riled up with his hands lazily wandering, until you’re practically begging him to fuck you. Even then, he takes his time, worshiping every inch of your body. Kissing every area of exposed flesh, sucking and biting until you’re marked to his liking. Each one in a place for his eyes alone. 

You wouldn’t dare let anyone know that your favorite kisses come when Grayson is jealous. When someone has been staring too long, gotten a little too touchy,or flirted a bit too hard. Grayson has only so much self-control and it takes all of it to civilly get you away from whoever thinks they can touch what belongs to him and get you out of there. He doesn’t let you get a word out before crashing his mouth to yours, claiming the sounds you make as he pins you against the nearest wall, counter, whatever and pushing his thigh between your legs. 

Biting the sensitive part of your neck and growling, “almost bent you over and fucked you right there. Show him exactly who you belong to.”

Grayson’s hand covering your mouth as he plunges his fingers into your soaked entrance. “So wet already. Bet you wanted him to see me fuck you, huh?”

Your barely muffled moans are answer enough, his fingers curling just right. Grayson is just as relentless with his fingers as he is with his cock, bringing you to the edge, but not letting you fall into bliss, not yet. He wants to hear you beg for it. Beg for him to let you come. He doesn’t care who hears you, they’ll all know how good he makes you feel. The things you let him do to you. Not that pompous ass that had the audacity to touch what’s his. 

Grayson has you bent over a counter, hand tangled in your hair, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as he takes what he needs. You’re thankful for the waterproof mascara when tears pool in your eyes because it's too much but just so good. His face pressed against your neck, muttering obscene words as he leaves deep purple bruises you know you won’t be able to hide. 

“Everyone will know who you belong to now. Fuck. Gonna have my cum running down your thighs the rest of the evening.”

Grayson stifles his groans against your neck, “who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours.” you pant

“Tell them who you belong to,” he growls

“I’M YOURS”

Your legs nearly give out when you come, shuddering in his arms. His hips jerk then still when he finally comes, panting against your shoulder. He helps you fix your hair as best you can before finding a back way to sneak you out of whatever event you’re at. Grayson makes sure to go back and find that bastard. Keeping eye contact as he wipes your smeared lipstick from his mouth with a handkerchief.