#TJ Ellis

[bloomingkyras]

"The reason I choose her..." Shawn Takahashi.

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" I don't need another mum, to yelled or nag at me, every morning for family rituals, cook or console me when I'm down.. I just want someone who just be "herself". And.. I saw her from the 1st day we meet. She's too friendly and generous to everyone, that make me feel like I want to know her more.. It's getting closer to meet her on our 1st impression day and my heart beat so fast and panicking nearly attack me when she said "Hi to me" 1st lol. I love her simplicity of beauties and that was "my type of partner". We became friends and became more closer. We have a same passion and hobbies too. I ask her, what type of guy she likes. She said, I have everything she wants, but she have to work hard to get what she wants. I laugh.. then I realize that, I have more heart to take care.. So we ignore each other.. by giving others to get closer to me, cause I heard rumor, tell that I'm giving her too much attention. She's seem fine with that but not me.. I keep asking, when will I have a solo date with her again, cause I miss her. I keep giving more challenge week by week, if she can win but no luck for her.. until she and my Friend's horse, Blacky help her won her 1st solo date, even tho she had no experience with handling horse. all the BC crew saw her work hard, event she got prank by blacky, she keep trying and trying until she got what she wants and My wish come true.. We had a blast night together. and I remember, she whisper at me, that she want to do this again, If she had that chance again. Time pass by.. Only her and Olive left.. I admit that I have no feelings to Olive like I have with Ellie. I feel bad that I hurt her feeling. But when I said.."I'm sorry, Olive..I choose Ellie". Olive reaction are just fine and she said that from the 1st day, she know how I feel toward Ellie and vise versa. She's said nothing is more happier seing her bestfriend on the wedding dais with someone she love. Thanks Olive..

Another reason why I choose her.. the way she treat my mum like her's. My mum told me via video call telling me how impress she was and she said she saw a potential in her. Their 1st impression with each other amazed me. I never see my mum react so hype, when she told me, how excited she was, when Ellie came to her class. I ask my mum, is that ok to proposed Ellie at her early age and I don't want her to stop her dream or rush to have family, even I'm already ready. My mum joke at me, if I wait too long, she might got kidnap, lol.

And here we are..tied our knot tiedly until death us a part..

@bakersimmer

also thanks to all the creator who sent their lovely ladies to my BC. I have alot of fun with them creating chaos and have fun together. 💜

*thanks to @changingplumbob for inspired me to do this kind of monolog, just like u did with Bryon gameplay 😆💜

[tragedykery]

accidentally thought of morrigan & jupiter while listening to welly boots by the amazing devil and now I can’t stop thinking about an au in which jupiter dies on a mission before morrigan graduates and like. morrigan constantly expecting him to be there before her brain catches up with her. she keeps expecting him to speak up during c&d meetings. she subconsciously turns around to make a remark to him but he’s not there. somebody says something that would have him boiling over and she knows exactly what he would say. when she’s at the deucalion she keeps expecting to hear his voice, to see him walking around the hallways in all his eccentrically dressed glory. (though he wasn’t always there before, the hotel feels emptier and more quiet now that she knows he’s never coming back.) when she and cadence officially get together he’s the first person she thinks of telling. when her unit graduate she’s the only one without a patron.

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[reallyrandomtj]

@rvinfall said HERE: Ellie is cheering her on in the distance. 10/10 bad influence.

"If the guys can walk around freely with their biddies out. why can't us girls flash, a guy or two, with our biddies as a thank you?"

[spill-allmyguts]

My last literary obsessions have been a juvenile sociopath who turns his victims into works of art, a middle-aged gay couple who become the parents of the antichrist says absolutely everything about how I function

[starricandi-doodles]

my favorite nopixel family

[meeghanreads]

November 2024 TBR

Hello friends!! Welcome to my November 2024 TBR. A post where I will attempt to take my best guess at what I will feel like reading for the upcoming month. I don’t know about anyone else. But now that we only have two months left of the year, I am starting to panic hardcore about my 2024 reading challenges. Like, it’s totally not going to happen. And that’s ok. I mean, some of them will. Some of…

[bloomingkyras]

Reveal Of The Bride (Winner of TJ With Shawn BC) Feat: Ellie Owen

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Creator POV: I'm sorry...Olive actually already know who was the one that Shawn had Proposed. And she said who ever he choose that make him happy she accept it. And she know that her bestfriend Ellie, are in a good hand. She said that from the 1st, Shawn actually into Ellie and vise versa, that why she act like she doesn't deserve to be in the competition. But Shawn told her that he will gonna give all his heart to all of the 10 ladies and will be fair to all of them but they have to work hard to get all of the attention and prove to him that they "deserve" to win.Yes all the past post are well plan by Shawn himself to get "Watcher" to keep guessing, cause he know in his creator (me) BC Challenge anything can happen and Olive play a good roll too, thanks 😂. Thanks to @blvckentropy for sending Olive to my BC and u know what, she just like the 1st winner of my previous bc challenge, he goes from bottom and finally he won but maybe today was not Olive days..but I already plan something for her as a gift from us as she won the 2nd runner up in this BC. so stay tune. Hmm..are this bc gonna end here? No. There will be a gameplay post with Shawn,Ellie and his new family introduce and annouce the engagement to his parent and u will meet Shawn cute little brothers too in #currenthousehold gameplay and more. I want to see the other side of Mari's sims, Ellie when I play with her and did she gonna have her own business or minding her own business with Shawn 😆🤭✌🏻. and u guys might wonder, why Shawn Choose Ellie not Olive right? all will be revealed in the gameplay post too.

@bakersimmer

Olive friendship bar and Romance are remain the same like previous. But Shawn already make a decision to Propose Ellie, so he call of their romantic bar to just be friend.

[tragedykery]

the way nikeya is a “flower grown for court” but dumai wants nothing more than to get away from there, how it ends with nikeya on the throne and her essentially taking over dumai’s role/rejected duty as the ruler of seiiki and having to bear the burden of continuing the bloodline in dumai’s stead. how dumai’s name (“an ancient word for a dream that ends too soon”) is symbolic and foreshadowing. (the dream as her literal dream connection to glorian, as the sterren in her, as her connection to the gods/dragons, as her life (both in general and the life she had on mount ipyeda)). the way dumai takes back her life and becomes maiden officiant, the thing she always dreamed of being. dumai of ipyeda became noziken pa dumai, but she finally becomes dumai of ipyeda again. I fear I’m losing my mind

[crowclubkaz]

💚👁️🕸️ In honour of The Magnus Protocol releasing today, here are some book recommendations based on The Magnus Archives Fears!! 🕸️👁️💚

Detailed list of books below the cut!

For more book recommendations, especially queer horror, check out my Bookstagram @hauntedstacks

The Buried ⚰️ - Into the Sublime by Kate A. Boorman - Stuck by Ben Young - The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling - The Deep by Nick Cutter

The Corruption 🦠 - What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher - Green Fuse Burning by Tiffany Morris - The Honeys by Ryan La Sala - She Is A Haunting by Trang Thanh Tran

The Dark 🌑 - Dead Silence by S.A. Barnes - Nightfall by Jake Halpern & Peter Kujawinski - No Power by Todd Kirby - The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey

The Desolation 🔥 - Firestarter by Stephen King - Burner by Robert Ford - Those Who Wish Me Dead by Michael Koryta - Burn the House Down by Kenna Jenkins

The End 💀 - Funeral Girl by Emma K. Ohland - Pet Sematary by Stephen King - Under the Whispering Door by TJ Klune - This Thing Between Us by Gus Moreno

The Extinction 🦴 - Lost Signals by Max Booth III - Bride of the Tornado by James Kennedy - No Safety in Numbers by Dayna Lorentz - The Rules of the Road by C.B. Jones

The Eye 👁️ - Video Palace by Maynard Wills - Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie - A History of Fear by Luke Dumas - The Watchers by A.M. Shine

The Flesh 🦷 - You’ve Lost A Lot of Blood by Eric LaRocca - Carnivore by Justin Boote - A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers - Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica

The Hunt 🏹 - Hunt by Alexandra Nisneru - The Woods Are Always Watching by Stephanie Perkins - Survive the Night by Danielle Vega - The Hunger by Alma Katsu

The Lonely ☁️ - Red River Seven by A.J. Ryan - Solitude by Michael Penning - Dark Matter by Michelle Paver - We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

The Slaughter 🥩 - Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin - Your Shadow Half Remains by Sunny Moraine - American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis - The Summer I Died by Ryan C. Thomas

The Spiral 🌀 - That Darkened Doorstep by Catherine Jordan - Mind the Mirrors by Amanda Leanne - Grey Noise by Marcus Hawke - Last to Leave the Room by Caitlin Starling

The Stranger🕴️ - It Looks Like Us by Alison Ames - My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix - The Deep by Alma Katsu - The Outside by Stephen King

The Vast 🪂 - From Below by Darcy Coates - Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant - Floating Staircase by Ronald Mafi - Nightmare Sky by Red Lagoe

The Web 🕸️ - The Taking of Jake Livingston - The Fervor by Alma Katsu - The Book of Accidents by Chuck Wendig - Come Closer by Sarah Gran

If You Like The Magnus Archives 💚 - Thirteen Stories by Jonathan Sims - Family Business by Jonathan Sims - Gas Station by Jack Townsend - Horrorstör by Grady Hendrix

[ellies-enrichment]

i was so caught up in the idea of ellie and TJ i didn't consider uncle and nephew time

[kumkaniudaku]

The Lady in Pink

Summary: Terry realizes his feelings run deeper than he though.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC (Patrice Ellis)

Word Count: 2,006

Warnings: None

Take a seat in pairs. Put away your books and notes. Prepare for a game of Pop Quiz. 

Instructions rattled off in Mr. Turner’s patented Kentucky drawl sounded more like an auctioneer’s ramblings than anything remotely coherent. Still, Terry settled into a stool behind the high black countertops in the back of their 5th period forensic’s lab. 

If Terry were honest, he hadn’t cracked open his textbook in days despite a looming chapter test at the end of the week. He’d get to it eventually. Between trying to impress scouts every Friday, another year of book club, and college prep, finding the time to study fingerprinting was low on the priority list. If not for Patrice, he’d be hovering around a measly D+ instead of his modest B-. She kept him steady, especially in impromptu group quizzes. 

Sliding into the seat beside Terry, Patrice pushed a perfectly curled tendril behind her ear and adjusted her glasses, unaware of the chain reaction she’d set off. Ear perked like a dog hearing its name roll from the lips of its owner. Eyes scanned her from head to toe, taking in every detail from her gold hoop earrings, to her pink strawberry printed cardigan and skin tight jeans. Terry watched her in a haze of teenaged longing and romantic feelings starting to change his brain chemistry in ways he hadn’t prepared for. The more time they spent rubbing shoulders during weekend hang outs and talking about the future, the more some unidentifiable emotion blossomed in his heart. 

His mother said he liked Patrice a few weeks back. “Close,” he thought to himself though he vehemently denied it to maintain his privacy. Whatever this new thing was extended far past surface level ‘like’. He ‘liked’ Theresa Allen sophomore year. She was a cool girl, but she didn’t make him happy the way a Saturday at the mall with Patrice made him happy. 

He ‘liked’ golfing with his dad on occasion. Though the sport was too slow for his taste, smelling fresh cut grass in the breeze and drinking bland sweet tea along side the man he looked up to most was always fun. 

He ‘liked’ a slice of apple pie sometimes. It wasn’t his favorite, but he could go for a piece if the mood hit him. 

Liking Patrice was long gone. This new thing, complete with uncontrollable thoughts and a newfound desire to know how her lip gloss tasted on his lips, was something else entirely.

“I like your sweater,” he complimented before she could greet him. “It’s nice. Where’d you get it?” 

Patrice giggled. “Thanks, TJ. My auntie made it for me. She’ll be your biggest fan when I tell her what you said.” Her attention flittering to chatter on the other side of the room gave Terry another opportunity fox his daily fix of silent admiration. Yeah, this wasn’t like. This something all consuming and entirely overwhelming. 

When she’d had her fill of observing her surrounding, Patrice looked back at Terry to speak.

“You ever get to chapter five,” she asked, looking over at her best friend. Ogling turned into a black stare and a twinge of guilt forcing him to look away from her expectant gaze. She kissed her teeth. “TJ…” 

“I know, I know,” Terry groaned. “I’ll be caught up when we study Wednesday, I promise. You want me to bring your favorite?” White chocolate covered pretzels always did the trick. Minor disagreements, his own absentmindness, and everything in between could be cured with her snack of choice. He watched her break into a slow smile and nod. “Yeah, I thought so. You got it. Hand to God.”

“You better. Especially after I carry us through this quiz.” 

“Oh you mean like how I carried us through the calc assignment last week?” A friendly nudge to Terry’s shoulder from Patrice pushed them both over the edge into a pit of giggles. 

Like two parts of a whole, Terry and Patrice made up the slack where the other lacked. Number crunching and complex math theory was like child’s play to Terry. He enjoyed the grueling process of combining letters and numbers to come to a finite conclusion. As he put it one evening over the phone, math came with logical conclusions. Even if you had ten ways to get to it, there was only one right answer. Patrice let him drone on and on most nights until he provided the solution for her to work her way out of a maze of erased possibilities into whatever would get her the coveted check mark and passing grade she was chasing. 

Patrice took over the words and menial task of remembering facts. If Terry needed to know a summary of To Kill A Mockingbird’s core themes or what exactly John Steinbeck was trying to get across in Of Mice and Men, he knew he could ask one question to send Patrice off into a winding tangent. Her ability to simplify colorful language was one of his favorite things. His second, was watching her adjust the satin ribbon in her ponytail before one of Mr. Turner’s famous pop quizzes. 

As she gave the pink bow a firm tug, Mr. Turner passed around buzzers for each group. “The rules are simple folks. One spokesperson for the group. You get five seconds to answer after buzzing in. No answer loses points. First group to 25 gets their lowest grade bumped up by 15 points. Any questions pupils?” 

“Can Patrice and Terry split up this time? I really need these points.” 

Mr. Turner shook his head as his finger wagged in the air. “No easy wins in this class! Earn it!” 

Low chuckles rumbled throughout the classroom at the tandem’s expense, earning a quiet eye roll from Patrice. Three school years in and she still hadn’t made much progress with some classmates through no fault of her own. 

Terry shot daggers across the room to the culprit before leaning over to offer comfort. “Forget her. She could get as many points as she wants and still wouldn’t pass.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Patrice shrugged. “I don’t lose. Only answer if you’re sure.” 

A smile crept across Terry’s face while he watched Patrice settle into her seat, cracking her knuckles before delicate fingers settled on the big red button between them. Competitive Patrice was one of his favorite version of his best friend. Typically, she didn’t involve herself with the taunting, name calling, and brute force of competition. She thought football and boxing were barbaric despite Terry convincing her to spend more time with his two hobbies. Physical battles were never her thing. But mental warefare? She loved demoralizing her opponents with with wit, finding great pleasure in brain games regardless of reward. Diamond Presscott had unfortunately put herself into Patrice’s sniping scope. Doomed. The girl was doomed. 

Question one. Mr. Turner shuffled through notecards and settled on the first opportunity for five points. “What is the purpose of cranial features?” 

“They allow the skull to grow!” Their shared buzzer could barely light the blinker on their station before Patrice was off to the races with an answer. 

“Correct! Way to be quick.” 

Terry offered his knuckles for Patrice to pound, receiving a light push away so she could focus. “When we win,” she muttered without looking in his direction. 

“My bad, champ. Go ahead.” He chuckled.

Back and forth she and Mr. Turner went as if they were the only two people in existence. Terry observed in awe, mouth slightly ajar at the beauty sitting beside him. 

“The size of a shotgun is described by?” 

“Gauge.” 

“Handwriting’s individuality is classified as?” 

“Class evidence.”

“What are the three types of forgery?” 

“Blind, simulated, and traced!” 

Each question met with a correct answer and beaming smile from Mr. Turner earned assorted groans from students well aware that the points they needed were firmly snatched from their grasps before they truly had a chance. 

Patrice didn’t care. Call it an unfair advantage or being a teacher’s pet – it mattered not to a young girl intent on reaching the highest academic heights possible. She’d do it all again the next day and the one after for the thrill of seeing smug smiles turned into tight frown. 

Terry was more than happy to be on the other side. Being in her orbit was gift from God himself and, as he found himself fully engrossed in every soft bounce of her ponytail and glint of light reflecting off shiny, full lips, he couldn’t help but to send a quick thank you to the man upstairs. 

He liked Patrice when he met her. Every moment spent side by side in book club meetings and study hall sessions left him giddy once he returned home. He liked her smile and her sense of humor. He like the deep dimple in her right cheek. He liked how she wore her hair, the vanilla body mist she wore, how she tapped her pencil when she was thinking, and her way of infusing smart sarcasm in every conversation. 

He  liked her yesterday and two weeks before. He liked her when he woke up that morning and took extra time moisturizing his hair and patting careful sprays of his father’s expensive cologne on his neck. He liked her when they passed each other in the hallway and made silly faces en route to separate classes for first block. He even liked her when he sat down in Mr. Turner’s 5th period forensics class, waiting for her to join his side. 

So what was this new phenoment? 

What was this tightening in his lungs and quickening of his heart? Why did he feel so safe and seen without her ever acknowledging his presence in her pursuit of total domination? Was the absence of everyone but her a sign of something deeper or the result of sitting too close to the TV like his mother had warned about all those years? 

As big feelings overtook a starry-eyed young man discovering new information during his favorite science course to date, Patrice quietly pumped her fist and looked to him with a wide smile that rivaled the sun. “Light work,” she boasted while looking for his approval. “Isn’t that what you say during your sports ball thing or did I get it wrong?” 

“That was right,” he chuckled as nonchalantly as he could before raising his hand for a high five. “Good job, Treece. I really like being on your team.” 

Screwing her face, Patrice placed the back of her hand on his cheek. “Terry being nice before lunch? You must be sick.” Her knuckles searched for heat on his face, softly lulling his eyes closed for a moment to revel in her attention. “You ain’t warm. Maybe you finally realizing who’s really in charge over here.” 

Her snickering sounded like a symphony in the ears of a young boy slowly wading into grown man feelings. Terry smiled back at Patrice, totally ignoring lab instructions rattled off and children shuffled pages and prepared for 40 minutes of instruction. 

Dark pupils dilated inside green irises. The morning’s previous problems floated away into the ether to make way for unexplained happiness. Stress slid from newly broad shoulders, down his back, and out of the door to know him no longer. His cheeks flushed while the tips of his ears turned a new shade of red. Sweaty palms nearly left handprints on his jeans. Bright red strawberries knitted onto a pretty pink sweater filled gave way to perfectly smooth brown skin as Terry examined Patrice from head to toe once more. His heartbeat quickened to the beat of a thousand flutters in his belly at the sight of her small frown while she sat deep in thought. A beauty like no other.

This wasn’t like, or infatuation, or some thing called lust that his grandma often blamed for the sins of man. Something stronger had taken up residence in his heart. 

For the first time in his young life, he could call love by its name. Patrice.

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[reallyrandomtj]

"... Pretty boy?" he immediately mumbled out, he was never impressed when others labeled him in such a manner. The use of 'boom' was slightly entertaining to him, but a brow was raised when ovaries and the heart were mentioned in between.

"My name is Blade, not pretty boy." he would first correct the other, a short shake of his head in response "No, I have never been 'chomped' on... I usually do the biting. The solution to protecting your heart and... ovaries... seems to be for me not to bite you, correct?" Blade tilted his head subtly, he knew those parts of a woman weren't that fragile but he didn't know how else to handle the situation.

Oh,  so  he  was  the  ‘himbo’  type…  But  that  face  made  up  for  a  lot.  There  was  nothing  more  divine—and  devastating—than  a  beautiful  person!  Her  soul  wasn’t  built  to  withstand  it.

“You  don’t  understand  the  power  being  bitten  has,  do  you,  pretty  boy?  You  ever  been  chomped  on?”  Ellie  gestured  emphatically.  “Ovaries,  boom.  Heart,  boom.  It’s  dangerous!” 

[starricandi-doodles]

Ellie, Six, and her dads.

[dollyhao]

warnings: ellie williams x single mom!reader, nothing pure fluff

ellie and dina are having a snowball fight with the kids at the playground when she hears a sudden baby cry. she looks over quickly and sees a baby boy lying on his back covered in snow crying. she sees one of the kids run over to him, “oh no im sorry tj!” ellie walks over to the boy lifting him in her arms wiping the snow off his face and softly shushing him. “TJ!” you yell following the crying, you reach the park and sigh when you see ellie holding tj.

“tj” you say tired. everyone in jackson knows that you’re young mom and that your baby’s father died right before little tj was born during an unlucky day of patrol. everyone is very kind and gentle with you out of sympathy. you always look tired, exhausted and overall ready to collapse.

you reach ellie and tj thanking ellie for grabbing him. “ever since he learned how to walk, he hasnt stopped,” you rub your forehead “he keeps wandering and its getting harder to keep track of him.” ellie notices the dark circles under your eyes and feels bad, you shouldn’t have to do this alone.

to be honest, ellie has had a major crush on you, even though your a single mom and a little couple years older than her. she doesn’t care. she knows you have a lot going on so she hasnt confessed yet, but she makes sure to show you support. if she notices you didn’t come out for food all day. she’ll get you a plate and bring it to you. she’ll visit you after she comes back from patrol and if she realized you haven’t showered or slept. she’ll let you do that while she watches tj. she makes sure she spends time with you, bringing movies over. you always express how much you appreciate her.

“its alright,” ellie says bouncing tj on her hip, “right buddy? you just wanted to play with the big kids.” you look at her endearingly. you grab tj from her, “ we were coming to find your anyway before you went on patrol,“ you say reaching into your bag pulling out a sandwich. “i wanted to thank you for last night, i probably wouldnt have eaten if it wasnt for you. its a chicken sandwich btw.” ellie blushes looking down at the sandwich in her hand wanting nothing more than to fulfil her fantasy of having a family with you and getting sandwiches from you all the time.

“can i come hang out with you later?” she asks looking up at you. “of course you can,” you say kissing her on the cheek. “bring a movie, k?” she nods and you walk off telling tj to say bye bye, which he does, in cute lil babbles waving his little hands.

“sooo, you going to ya little girlfriend’s house huh.” dina says teasing ellie. “oh shut up” ellie chuckles shoving her walking to the stables.

[meeghanreads]

WWW Wednesday — 30 October 2024

Hello friends!! Welcome to this week’s WWW Wednesday — 30 October 2024!!  WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Sam @ Taking on a World of Words, where you answer the three following questions: What did you recently finish? What are you currently reading? And, what do you think you’ll read next? Let’s see what I have been reading… (All images will link to Goodreads if you click on them.…