#Emmy rambles

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

i’m about to lose my goddamn mind. i’m at work and i see this? my face is so red. i can’t do this christopher i cant.

and he just goes “surprise..?”

[coldascyou]

im going to say something thats gonna get ppl pissed but its just so weird i cant take it anymore.

taylor’s stalker has been arrested 3 times in the last 5 days. he keeps getting released, and RIGHT after getting released he goes back to her house again.

there are thousands of horrific AI pictures of her on twitter, which get thousands of likes and are not taken down no matter how many reports ppl make. but as soon as you say something to the men that made those disgusting NON-consensual pics, your tweet gets banned.

yet, somehow, someway no one seems to bat an eye on it which is so crazy to me bc no one seems to extend a sympathy towards her or accept that whats happening to her is just BLATANT misogyny. idk what occured in these last few years for yall to think misogyny can’t just happen to any women but its driving me crazy. yes she’s rich, white and priviledged yet STILL experiences these things, doesn’t that make you wonder just how pervasive misogyny is????

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Of course I’m here. Big surprise.

I’d love some soft!dom energy from countryclub!steve when we’re being a little needy. 😇

Leighanne my beloved 👹 18+

“No, no, Thursday should be fine— mhmm. Well, talk to Richard and see what he says, surely we can’t push it much further—”

You knew fine well Steve was still on his call, you could hear his voice through his office door, his tired, bored tone sighing into the receiver. He’d told you ten minutes though, and well, that had been twenty minutes ago.

So you didn’t feel too guilty when you snuck in, lips pressed together to hide your smile and Steve glanced at you with surprise as you closed the oak door behind you. His whole office smelled like him, like leather and whisky and expensive cologne. He was sat behind his desk, an impressive thing made of dark wood and topped with a forest green leather covering.

There were files all over it, receipts and email print outs, an open cigar case that hadn’t been touched yet, a glass of something amber that was yet to be drunk. Steve looked tired, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, the white linen rolled past his elbows, his suit jacket thrown across the sofa on the other side of the room. You watched him take a hand through his hair and he smiled at you as he listened to whoever was droning on.

It didn’t quite reach his eyes, though.

So you took it upon yourself to wiggle between the desk and Steve’s legs, smiling when he shifted for you, rolling back on the wheels of the chair, his cell still pressed to his ear. He didn’t seem to be listening as intently as before when you dropped into his lap.

“What? Yeah, no, no, of course. Surely we can have the meeting over a conference call?”

You weren’t sure what meeting this call was regarding but you busied yourself with sneaking a hand into Steve’s open shirt, your palm finding warm skin and a smattering of chest hair. You felt his heart race under your fingertips, grinning when his eyes turned a little glassy and his gaze dropped to your lips.

“I’m listening,” he murmured into the phone, lying through his teeth. His hips moved under yours, adjusting himself until his hardening cock was felt properly under your ass. “New York, sure…” he trailed off, coughing a little when you leaned in to kiss at his throat.

You squirmed against him, dress riding up your thighs, Steve’s hand trailing the cotton, his eyes following behind. You watched him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, his expression appreciative. You wondered how far he’d let you take this, if he’d let you sink to your knees under his desk and—

“Hold on a sec, Fred— yeah, two seconds, I just gotta—” Steve pulled the phone away from his face, his hand covering the mouthpiece. He raised his brows at you, doing his best to hide his smile as he leaned in, nose nudging yours. “Did you need somethin’, honey?”

You pouted, dress strap slipping off your shoulder as you played up for him, lips brushing his. “You,” you whispered, as if it were a secret.

Steve smirked, a salacious thing that still made your thighs push together. He tapped at your hip then, coaxing you off of him and you wanted to tut, you wanted to protest. But the man didn’t give you any time to feel offended, nor rejected. He knocked his knuckles onto the top of his desk and nodded towards it.

“Gimme your underwear, baby and hop up.”

You blinked, lips parting.

“You got five seconds, honey, or you can wait ‘til this call is done, your choice,” Steve murmured in a song-song, his tone leaving no room for discussion. He wiggled the phone that he was still doing his best to silence. “Drop ‘em.”

With your hands curling into the sides of lace, you pulled the underwear off of your hips and down your legs, your dress rucked up indecently as you did, showing your fiancé a flash of bare skin, soft and wet in the places he liked most. You worried with the papers strewn everywhere, trying your best to gather them into a neat pile but Steve spoke from behind you once more.

“Five, four…”

You stifled a laugh, shoving them to the side before hopping onto the cool wood and Steve grinned, victorious. He moved back, the wheels of his chair skating across the floor as he settled himself in front of you. “Yeah, yeah I’m here, apologies. You were saying? New York?” Steve didn’t miss a beat as he took your underwear from your hand, stuffed them in his pocket and tapped at your knee.

You knew what he wanted, what he was silently saying.

Open.

You felt your face warm as you spread your legs, sticky thighs parting as you bared yourself to the man in the dim glow of the setting sun and the lamp on his sideboard. Steve’s lips parted, a barely audible groan coming from his chest that he covered with a cough. He used one hand to settle your feet on either side of his seat, keeping you wide for him, your cunt on show as you sat back on your elbows, waiting for his next move.

You didn’t have to wait long.

A single finger, used to trace up and down the seam of your folds, gathering the wetness there, slow and shallow. He was barely touching your clit.

“I’m sure that’ll work,” he was saying. His eyes didn’t leave yours. “If we manage to secure the Parker funding, I can’t imagine it’ll be too much trouble.”

He pulled his hand back to drag his finger over his tongue, humming at your taste and apparently something his colleague was saying. Steve didn’t miss a beat when he brought it back once more, immediately sliding his middle finger into your pussy. You whined, cutting yourself off short with teeth to your lip and Steve stilled, throwing you a warning glance.

“Oh, of course,” he continued, as if he weren’t knuckles deep in you. “If we can manage to get it into the schedule that day, we might as well go for it…” he curled his finger up before adding another, grinning when you threw your head back. “…I’m sure it’ll be a tight fit.”

Withdrawing, he leaned forward, nudging at your chin to gain your attention and Steve brushed his fingers over your lips. He pouted at you, waiting. You opened without hesitation, showing off as you stuck out your tongue and let Steve drag his slick covered digits over it. His thumb brushed your cheek in reward and then he settled back into his seat, using the same two fingers to draw circles over your clit.

A slow, soft tease, steady and messy, over and over and over—

“No, you’re fine, Fred.” Steve smirked at you, brows knitting together in faux sympathy as you screwed your face up in pleasure. He was going to make you cum while you couldn’t make a sound. “I’ve got plenty of time to talk.”

[emeraldkitten5683]

alright so, I've been thinking a lot about dr. ratio lately, and his ult dialogue has been irking me: "esse es percipi" which roughly translates to "to exist is to be perceived."

berkeley, the philosopher that coined the phrase, only did so specifically to criticize the people that believed in this idea - he did not hold it himself. he explained this notion as asserting that "objects of sense have only an ‘in-and-out’ existence, that they are created and annihilated with every turn of man’s attention." that is, things (both people and objects) cease to exist once we stop perceiving them.

esse es percipi is an ideal that doesn't really have grounding in any system of logic or reasoning, and unless you have some groundbreaking conception of the world that has never been explored before, it completely breaks down if you think about it for more than 2 seconds.

here's the thing, hoyoverse is usually very intentional with its use of philosophical thought in the game - the writers seem pretty knowledgeable on the topic and the dialogue that engages the player with any sort of philosophical inquiry about the nature of life, things, or relationships, is always very insightful and deep.

so I don't believe that this was a case of them not knowing anything about philosophy and just randomly picking a phrase that sounded cool.

but if it was intentional on their part, then why?

it simply doesn't make sense to his character for him to hold a blatantly flawed ideal like that. it leaves me wondering whether this is supposed to be either a joke or an implication regarding some aspect of his character that hasn't been revealed yet.

[secret-orange-slice]

everybody shut thE FUCK UP 😭🫠

[sandwiches-and-stuff]

exmormon bar where the shots are in sacrament cups

[emmymaehereeeeee]

I'm an Academy Award Nominee

summary: austin and you miss the nominations because the two of you sleep in

a/n: this will probably be deleted and rewrite this but I haven't written one of my own ideas in a hot minute so I wanted to just test the waters.

warnings: none

word count: 524

The two of you would swear up and down that you had both set your alarms the night before- you were sure of it! Why wouldn’t you wake up for the Oscar Nominations- especially with the way that Austin’s new movie had been received this year? 

Austin had his right arm wrapped around your waist and you were pulled in as close as humanly possible. Mornings like these were few and far between so Austin made sure to cherish them, even if that meant just letting you sleep for an extra hour or so. Sleep soon overtook him once more and he was back to snoring softly- blissfully unaware of the hundreds of notifications that were filling his phone. 

“Incoming call James” Your phone seemingly screamed out silently hoping it was a part of your dream you heard the same voice, “Incoming call James”  Rubbing your eyes you patted Austin’s chest, “Austin- Austin wake up!” You patted his chest a tad harder until he finally seemed to rouse. 

“Hm what?” Austin asked as he looked around the room, “What? What’s wrong?” He rested his hand on your leg as you shoved the phone toward him. 

“James wants you.” You mumbled as you laid back down, quickly pulling the covers back over your body. 

“Hello? What- quit yelling-what do you mean- no our alarms, shit our alarms.” Austin sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Slow down!” Austin layed back down and tugged on your waist signifying that he wanted you close to him.

Rolling your eyes you grumbled, “What the hell does he want? It’s like ten o’clock!” 

“Holy shit-holy shit.” Austin turned to look at you, “No, we just woke up. Wait when- like now?”

Pushing the blanket off you stared back at him, “What is it?” You mouthed to him silently and he held a hand up to you. 

“Uh huh- yeah- alright, bye.” He hung up the phone and sat it on the nightstand. Pressing his hands together almost as though he were praying he let out a sigh before turning to face you. “Well- we missed the nominations.” 

You felt your heart sink to your stomach, “Oh my gosh, Austin- I am so sorry. I thought we set our alarms- is James mad?” You rambled off apologies and questions as he stared back at you blankly. “Austin, answer me!” You smacked his chest as you awaited his answer. 

Sitting up in bed he replied, “I don’t know how he could be mad whenever yours truly just got nominated for Best Actor for the Academy Awards!”

Covering your mouth with your hands you shook your head, “No, shut up! Really?” 

Austin smiled and nodded his head, “I did it, baby. I really did it.” He pulled you back down to his chest and pressed kisses to your face. “Oh my God, I actually did it.” 

You giggled as you pushed him back, “Austin!” You smiled as you pulled back to look at him with his pursed lips. “You are something else.” 

“Mhm, I am an Academy Award Nominee, baby.” He teased back as he pressed another kiss to your hand.

[faithinlouisfuture]

what do you think it is about louis that elicits such emotional involvement from fans? i’ve rarely ever seen it with any other artists and I follow/stan many

i can only answer this from my own perspective, i’m sure that if you asked other fans they might have different answers… for me first and foremost it’s his art; and by that i mean primarily his lyrics - i feel a strong connection to them, and that makes me feel a connection to the artist they came from… they’re a source of comfort and self expression for me, so that sense of comfort and similarity i get from the lyrics and music automatically extends to the person who made them

but by art i also mean the art/design elements he chooses to connect with his music (merch/ graphic design/ music videos/ lyrics videos/ obvious inspiration materials etc) and his musical/artistic persona (his personal fashion sense, his fashion brand), his overall design aesthetic - its right up my alley and it’s something that i’ve identified with before i even found louis so his being similar to mine is just another layer of why i connect with him

another very important thing to me is his morals, or what i can gauge of his morals from how he conducts himself publicly (both professionally & as much as he chooses to share personally) - i’m a firm believer of NOT separating the art from the artist

one of the reasons i first started to look into louis outside of his music was because of the interactions i saw of him with his fans, these were always so warm and borderline friend group 🥹 and i personally had not seen an artist of his level who treated his fans the way that he does, so that’s something that pulled me in too

and realistically speaking, it’s also the fact that once you become a fan and start to look into “all the content” from his past, you find SO MUCH! so much going back to SO many years, and it gives you this sense of “knowing him” because you see what he was like over so many years, you feel like he’s someone you’ve known for a while… that’s something that you normally don’t get with a lot of other artists because they haven’t in fact been in the public eye for THAT long and their every move hasn’t been documented to the nth (and frankly sometimes unhealthy) degree of detail

stemming from that previous point, it’s also the different layers of fandom content involvement available when it comes to louis - not every artist has active update accounts that report on their literal every move, fashion UAs that document the details of their every outfit, fans who actively gif their public appearances/ music videos/ concert livestreams etc, fans who create art & artistic edits of other types related to the artist, there’s A LOT to consume basically, and doing it amongst a group/community just makes it that much more fun & addictive

and last but definitely not least is the fact that he’s pretty as fuck (like disturbingly), with the most perfect ass known to mankind 🤤 anyone pretending that his looks don’t play a role in why he elicits this level of obsession from fans is lying to themselves and you

any way, i don’t know if this is the kind of response you were looking for but that’s my analysis of it… i honestly could go on and say more on the topic but i think i’ll shut up now

[maisy-quille-zone]

♡ Meet Maisy and Quille ♡ 📌

(This is mainly for the people who aren't already familiar with my OCs from the other social medias I'm on, so if you're new here, hello, allow me to introduce you to the two characters that take up most of my inspiration these days ^^ )

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Age: 27

Height: 5'7" (170 cm)

Gender: Female (she/her)

Sexuality: Aromantic and Asexual (AroAce)

Maisy is the Toppat Clan's on-the-ground spy and master of disguise. Her disguises are unique in that she does not put any effort into making herself look like any particular person, but rather she opts to dress an ordinary person to better blend in with the citizens of whichever city she finds herself in. She also regularly uses colored contact lenses to disguise her true eye color. Some examples of her outfits below:

(last image by @/kellystar321 btw!)

Her most notable mission took place in the National Museum of History and Culture shortly after the events of Stealing the Diamond where she was tasked to help then-Mayor Gene Fredrickson find and eventually track down the diamond thief. (see Maisy's Museum Mission here (note: still a work in progress))

Some other things to note. She is a soft-spoken woman of very few words, preferring to speak in sign language if possible. She is also roommates with Earrings, and she goes on adventures with her occasionally to find treasures to bring back to the Clan.

Check out Maisy's Toyhouse page here!

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Maisy also has a Mermaid AU variant, aka MerMaisy

MerMaisy is a solitary mermaid that scours the ocean floors for pearls and other shiny trinkety things. One day she comes across and rescues a shipwrecked Earrings and brings her to a nearby island to recover. While Earrings waits for her wife Carol to bring her back home she and MerMaisy become friends

More info and images on MerMaisy can be found here

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Age: 29

Height: 5'5" (165 cm)

Gender: Genderqueer (they/she)

Sexuality: Trixic / Sapphic

Quille - formerly known as Jada - is a rather nosy reporter with questionable ethics (as in they will shamelessly resort to trespassing, blackmail, and bribery to get the information they want, though only as a last resort).

Jada was a reporter for CNB News in the West Mesa area for about three years prior to the events of Breaking the Bank. Over the course of her short-lived career she had become rather dissatisfied with the way the news industry operated, particularly in how mainstream media outlets were unwilling to pursue and expose the absolute truth on important matters.

Thanks to Gene Fredrickson's unexpected victory in the city's mayoral election, which she found particularly suspicious, Jada's frustrations only grew stronger and her behavior soon became more and more reckless, to the point where she impulsively tried (and failed) to break into the Mayor's office in an an attempt to find any evidence that her intuition was right, which ultimately landed her a month-long prison sentence in West Mesa Penitentiary. Not only that, she both lost her job with the CNB and was effectively blacklisted from every other major news outlet.

She was not entirely discouraged by this however. She instead embraced her newfound freedom, adopted the pen-name Quille, and now continues to investigate and report on anything that interests her. Her primary subjects of interest are of course Mr. Fredrickson, the Toppat Clan as a whole, and, thanks to her stay in prison, the one and only Henry Stickmin.

Oh yeah they also befriended and was almost-girlfriends with Alice Hamilton before she became a news anchor for the BCC. (Art by @/maryfreedom342 btw!)

One more quick thing, while the character concept is mine, I adopted Quille's design from @/snoobble from Twitter. Just to give credit where it's due ^^

Check out Quille's Toyhouse page here!

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Maisy and Quille, while being separate OCs in completely different factions, have crossed paths once before (so far, canonically at least)

Shortly after Maisy's Museum Mission was complete, she snuck into West Mesa Penitentiary to swipe some files of the person she believed to be the diamond thief to learn more about them. That same night Quille decided to break back into the prison to learn more about the prisoner that escaped while they were in jail for trespassing. As you can imagine, their encounter was a little bit awkward.

(I actually wrote a full-on fic about this if you wanna read it here)

I might explain their relationship with each other more eventually, but to put it simply, Quille finds Maisy intriguing and Maisy sees Quille as a threat. Some more, sillier interactions of the two of them, for reference:

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Okay I think that's everything I wanted to share here. If you have any questions on either of them please send them to the ask box!

And if you cared enough to read through the whole thing, congrats! Here's a cookie 🍪💜

[lynnical]

Pretty sure the conversation the devolpers had about what GOBB 4 was gonna be about went something like this;

"How do we make people actually interested in one of these characters with absolute minimum effort?"

"Let's make a clown, clown characters always hit"

And, I mean, they have a point. Game is still a big ol' dumpster fire, obviously. The total trainwreck that everybody expected it to be. But I like that one in some backwards, ironic, way:/

(Yes Ik he's a jester, I'm using clown as an umbrella term)

[mstiemountainhop]

My unsolicited advice on writing fanfic: write for yourself. Write the story you want to read. And just have fun!

Don’t worry about what people will think as you write. Or how many people will read it if you post it. Just enjoy the writing process. And if you find that you don’t enjoy it, you can stop.

Thank you so much, I really needed to hear this🥹 trying to stop the negative thoughts about what I create is difficult, what if it's no good or what if people don't like it? This is something I have to work on.

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

hi.. so this video makes me want to die. are you joking!? the way he MOVES. and look at his hair 😭😭 and his arm wrapping around his middle. and his NOSE. and literally everything else about him.

im a crumpled mess on the floor. christopher pls stomp on me. (but tell me that i did a good job after you do it pls.)

[coldascyou]

in honor of reputation era making a comeback i’d like to bring this back😭 reputation ss was a fever dream

[upsidedownwithsteve]

perhaps some thoughts on mean!Steve and shy!reader and some dry humping 👀

18+

He’s so bossy about it, eyes alight, cheeks pink and lips parted. But there’s the ghost of a smirk there every time you whine for him, your brows furrowed, your hands pulling at the cotton of his T-shirt, fisting the material desperately.

It should be this hot - it shouldn’t, not when the sun is still flooding through his open curtains and you can hear an approaching ice cream truck from down the street, the neighbour’s sprinklers switching on, Steve’s parents muffled voices coming from the kitchen. The boy was still fully dressed, sprawled on his unmade bed, head thrown back onto his pillow as he made you rock yourself over his lap.

You looked somewhat decent too, summer dress still on but if someone looked close enough, they would’ve seen the lace edges of your underwear poke out from Steve’s back pocket, the scrap of fabric peeled down your legs the second Steve started kissing you. You thought he’d try and get you off quick and easy, his head ducked under your dress, his fingers burning thick inside of you, bullying out an orgasm before his parents could call you both down to the back yard patio for lunch.

But no, Steve had tugged you into his lap and grinned as he made you open your legs wide over his, the sensitive folds of your pussy spread against the seam of his jeans, right against the bulge under his zipper. You’d burned, knowing you’d make a mess of the denim, eyes scrunched shut when Steve cooed at your soft noises, your bitten lips.

The embarrassment made you all that wetter.

“There you go, huh?” Steve whispered, voice a rasp, his own moans stuck in his throat as he pulled at your hips a little faster, a little harder. “S’good, right, honey? Pretty little pussy just wants to rub up against any part of me, huh?”

His voice made your skin tingle, chest burning from the inside out and you shook your head ‘no’, tried to lie about it, tried to pretend to both yourself and him that you weren’t that easy.

You fooled no one.

Steve just laughed, dark and mean and the sound made your cunt clench around nothing, your hands pull at his shoulders a little more, just to see if he would give him and sit up to kiss you.

He didn’t.

Steve just tutted, still smirking as he used one big hand to catch both of yours, holding them behind your back and pinning them in place. He used his other one to lift your soft skirt, holding it out of the way so he could look with heavy lidded eyes at the way your bare pussy was rutting against his jeans.

He groaned, lashes fluttering as he tipped his head back into the pillow and tried to compose himself. You could feel his cock twitch and kick up beneath you, a sure sign he was a desperate to come as you were.

But he caught himself, squeezed at your wrists a little tighter and said, “we’ve not got long, babe, keep rubbin’ that pussy on me.”

[f1-disaster-bi]

Dating show au where Lando gets roped into competing, actually falls for someone, but the person he falls for is one of the four imposters that the show has placed there for a twist but jokes on the imposter because they have also genuinely fallen for Lando and know the reveal will devastate him especially since they're pegged to be the winning couple and Lando has opened up to the imposter

[secret-orange-slice]

♡ it’s missing him hours ♡