#Elly Bangs

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Aujourd'hui sur Blog à part – « Unity », d’Elly Bangs Dans un avenir cauchemardesque, Danae doit fuir, elle et les centaines de consciences qu’elle héberge. C’est le point de départ de Unity, d'Elly Bangs. #Cyberpunk #PostApocalypse #Transhumanisme #SF

Dans un avenir cauchemardesque, Danae doit sortir à tout prix de Bloom City. Mais elle n’est pas seule: il y a certes son amant et un mercenaire, engagé pour l’occasion, mais il y a aussi plusieurs centaines de consciences qu’elle héberge. C’est le point de départ de Unity, premier roman de l’autrice américaine Elly Bangs. Ce n’est pas tout à fait exact: Unity commence avec la crainte…

[love-toxin]

it is sosososo predictable of me based on my taste in men but rewatching the deadpools ALWAYS has me in a chokehold for colossus every time. grrrrah. big man. HANDSOME. biting my arm. he's like an anti-corruption kink. domestic purification kink. the best of both worlds in that his dong will Demolish you but his attitude is housewife-crafting material !!! i wanna hafta convince him to hand over the dong !!!! want him to bluntly tell me im too tiny !!!! wanna be his corruptive lil gf he has to put in line !!!! MMRRRAOW!!!

[cassettedude]

three amigos

[thru-the-grapevine]

[3:12 AM] The bed feels more spacious than it ought to.

You crack open an eye and glance at the other side of the bed. Empty. Your mostly-asleep gaze wanders to the clock on the far nightstand; after 3 in the morning. You let your eye close again, drifting comfortably for a while in the fog of half-consciousness. And then you roll over and sit up, stumbling slowly to your feet.

A faint bluish glow emanates from the other end of the hall. When you pad into the living room, you see Chris exactly where you’d left him hours ago. Hunched at his desk, headphones on, clicking every now and then, staring at Cubase and several instrument mixers.

He startles momentarily when you drape your arms over his shoulders. He relaxes and pulls the headphones down, tapping the spacebar to pause the music.

You kiss the top of his head. “How’s it looking?”

“Better,” Chris hums, lifting his free hand and rubbing your arm. “Fixed that annoying buzzing sound.”

You hum, resting your cheek against his hair, looking at the dual monitors. “Can I hear?”

“’Course,” he says, and you can hear the pleased grin in his voice. That’s his favorite request you can make of him.

He unplugs the headphones and fiddles with the knobs on his volume box, clicks around and then taps the spacebar again.

He’s right; the buzzing noise that had hovered persistently in the corners of the track is gone. He’s nuanced the vocal effects, as well, softened the pitch corrector, and you smile, fond of how sincere his voice sounds.

“’S pretty,” you murmur, humming at a new instrument that hadn’t been there before.

“It’s closer,” he admits, not fully accepting the compliment.

You’re too sleepy to push back, make him accept the praise, so you merely bury your face in his hair.

“You should get some sleep, like I said,” Chris tells you, voice tinged with concern.

He had told you to do that…four hours ago.

You snort. “Love. Check the time.”

“Hm?” You feel his head tilt, watch his mouse slide to the bottom corner of the screen to the clock. “…Oh.”

“Was sleeping,” you say, watching his mouse trail back up over Cubase, deliberating. “’N then I woke up with too much space ‘n not enough warm.”

He hums in acknowledgment, the noise tinged with guilt.

You kiss the top of his head again. “…Please?”

He sighs, leaning his head back against your shoulder.

“You at a good stopping point?” You ask, knowing too well what his next argument will be.

He sighs again quietly, a sound of concession. “I never am…but this will do.”

You grin and give him an encouraging squeeze as he presses save three times on each software.

“Bet you’ll knock it out of the park once your brain is fresh,” you tell him as he shuts the computer down.

“And once the headache passes,” he says, pressing the heel of one hand to his eye and rubbing as he rolls the chair back.

You frown, leaning back to let him stand and stretch. “You’ve been working with a headache?”

“Just hints of one,” he insists, waving it away as he relaxes out of the stretch. “Probably eye strain.”

You give him a look. “You know, that might not happen if you’d just wear your glasses.”

It’s a lost cause and you both know it. He snorts, then gets a better look at you and smiles.

“Your hair’s cute,” he says, lifting a hand to your head and ruffling.

You scrunch your face up in protest. “’S bedhead, Chris.”

“And it’s cute,” he insists, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bedtime?”

“Past bedtime,” you say, giving him a stern look when he leans back. “Long, long past.”

“Hmm,” he says, studying your face and smiling in that goopy-eyed way that you know means he’s barely listening. You roll your eyes.

He lets you take his hand and guide him back down the hall, lets you procure pajamas for him while he talks through what else he wants to do in the song, lets you help him change as he explains.

“Just want the feeling of the song to be right when you hear it, even without lyrics,” he says as you help pull on the pajama shirt.

“People will know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder and taking his hand again, guiding him to bed. “I can feel it when I hear it.”

“But what if that’s just you?” He frets, lying back and getting comfortable, drawing up the covers. “What if you just know me?”

You burrow under the covers and lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him. “I do know you. But that’s not why I felt it.”

“But how do you know for sure?” He asks, his hand back in your hair, stroking softly.

You prop your chin up on his chest and look at him. “Babe. You’re not capable of making dishonest or disingenuous music. Your heart’s all the way out there in every little detail.”

He looks at you for a long moment, fingers slow and gentle in your hair. Eventually he lifts his hand and rests the pad of his forefinger on the tip of your nose.

“I like you so much,” he murmurs.

An embarrassed grin sweeps over your face. You nestle your face into his chest vigorously, and he laughs.

“Like you too,” you hum, sandwiching one of his legs between yours and snuggling in. “I’m also right.”

“Hope so,” he murmurs, and then his arm curls comfortably around you. “Go back to sleep.”

“You sleep, you need it more,” you mumble, and he chuckles.

“I’ll sleep well with my weighted blanket,” he teases you, hand squeezing your side reassuringly.

You grin and press a kiss to his chest. “Not as well as I’ll sleep with my body pillow.”

“You’re on,” he whispers, and you’re out like a light before a full minute passes.

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[orangechickenpillow]

Remember when tlou hbo said "what if this relationship started with Joel hurling Ellie into a wall at 15 miles per hour?" Iconic

[dustymisgestaltsso]

Happy to share my contribution to the SSO Big Bang! My pieces pairs with @mayadew 's Mayalex fic. The emotions and the tension had me RIVETED, so it was easy for me to pick a passage.

[rowanellis]

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[lovelyinspiration1463]

Miller and Hardy on a Case

Ellie, worried: Sir, how long has it been since you’ve slept?

Alec, gazing hysterically at the crime board: I don’t know - two, three days? It doesn’t matter. I don’t need sleep; I need answers, Millarh!

[spnfemslashbang]

Title: Lion's Paw

Author: @mbqnoyolo

Artist: @KaylieMalinza

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairings: Portia & Ellie, Dean & Ellie background. James Frampton/Portia background

Warnings: Mild Profanity

Additional Tags: women helping women, SPN WOC, Black Women of SPN, Aesop's Fable, Familiars, Magick Community, Canon-verse

Summary: After the nightmare at Cassity Ranch, Ellie heads south for more goofer dust. Having Crowley's hellhounds on your heels makes for a rough road trip and along the way she has a run in with one of the Things That Go Bump in the Night. But things don't turn out the way she had expected them to.

LINK TO FIC | LINK TO ART

[whenthegoldrays]

AAAAH the ML’s dad in Love Next Door is Kiho’s father from Castaway Diva

[love-toxin]

k I'm not even gonna pretend to know a damn thing abt elden ring lore considering i couldn't get past the first enemies in the game 85% of the time, but i DO feel it's my right to ogle when the devs dangle this hunka meat right in my face

[oh-honeyyes-youcan]

I did something bad—

Flash Warning!!

I’m sorry 😭

[thru-the-grapevine]

[8:25 PM] “Too bad the game got rained out, huh?” Chris grinned as you both slogged, soaking wet, into the entryway of his townhouse. “It was just getting good, too.”

“Ugh” was all you had to say as you attempted to wring out the sopping material of your shirt.

“You can borrow something of mine, c’mon,” Chris said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple and beckoning you to follow him up the stairs.

He could hear his roommates making a racket in their rooms, as usual, as he made his way to his room. So long as they didn’t come out to terrorize you, Chris was fine with the noise. It had taken such a long, careful process of coaxing you out of your shell, and the additional risk of confessing his feelings to you, before you both got to this point. He didn’t want Jisung or Changbin making it harder for you both.

“Do you have something warmer than just a t-shirt?” You asked as Chris closed his bedroom door behind him.

“Yeah, I’ve got sweaters and stuff in my closet, help yourself,” he offered, going over to his dresser to find a clean shirt.

Once he’d changed, his eye caught on the lyrics notebook on his desk. He picked it up, flopping back on his bed and examining the latest page. Where had he left off? He knew this one had been stumping him somewhere.

“Where should I put my wet stuff?” You asked.

“Oh, you can just lay it over my desk…chair…”

Chris set the notebook down slowly and sat up, staring.

You gave him a Look. “Don’t. Don’t you say a word.”

“No, no, like…it’s just,” Chris paused, taking in the sight of you in an oversized light blue sweater he’d completely forgotten he owned. “I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“Yes, well, they were the dry ones,” you said wryly, laying your shirt over the back of his desk chair as instructed.

“Hmm,” Chris said, still staring.

You turned back to him and folded your arms over your chest. “Are you going to be like this every time I wear something of yours? Or even something particularly colorful?”

Chris valiantly fought back a grin. “…No.”

You sighed, sitting next to him on the bed and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re the worst liar I’ve ever seen.”

“Sorry,” Chris grinned, not sorry at all.

[cultfaction]

William Tell official trailer released

As the nations of medieval Europe struggle for power, the ruthless Austrian Empire invades neighbouring Switzerland, and a peaceful huntsman, William Tell, is thrust into the heart of their resistance. It stars Claes Bang, Connor Swindells, Golshifteh Farahani, Ellie Bamber, Jonathan Pryce, Jonah Hauer-King, Ben Kingsley, Emily Beecham, Amar Chadha-Patel, and Rafe Spall. WILLIAM TELL brings to…

[smilinlemon]

"you're smart and capable. you acknowledge your faults but play to your strengths. not to mention you're down right gorgeous."

SHUT UP I WILL KISS YOU ON YHE LIPS JSHFBFXB

[seethesunny]

Then a bulb lights up in Ellie's head, and she pales, fakes gagging. "I won't wear a dress."

Tess laughs, shaking her head. "Well-"

"If Tess does, you too." Joel keeps his voice serious, elbows resting on the island of the kitchen.

"Are you fucking joking?" Ellie looks aggravated, "I would rather throw myself at infected."

Joel raises one finger, "You gotta follow dressing etiquette, young lady."

Ellie turns to Tess, indignantly side eyeing Joel, "Can you believe that asshole?"

They stare at each other, a silent message is spoken, so Tess replies, "He's right. Unless you wanna be kicked out, I advise you to follow the rules."

Happy one year of Daylight, my 20k words nonsense Jackson au/Tess lives fic about summertime and a wedding!