#ben x genevieve

[f-yeahbendaniels]

Santiago ❤️ Eglee // 2x02 - “Do You Know What It Means to Be Loved by Death” of Interview with the Vampire (2024).

[will-the-ghosts-go-away]

[simplyalexeiofficial]

Figured it was time to add a cozy Triple ‘En Trio™️ to my collection of Penedict edits! Ben/Pen/Gen is one of my guilty pleasure triad ships, and there are not nearly enough fics that explore what an interesting dynamic they could have 😩

Prior edit highlights:

[chrsitophwaltz]

mon mothma and tay kolma 🤝 maura franklin and eyk larsen

✅ instant chemistry

✅ definitely some juicy History between them

✅ there’s a pesky husband getting in the way smh

✅ lots of totally platonic touches and eye-fucking galore

[ogprettyprincess]

𝟅𝟈 some of my dr's ! welcoming potential mootties, lets chat <3 | last updated: 100524 10:50am

✰ anime

⚘ one piece , (1st) genevieve e. blue , 17 , s/o: trafalgar d. waterlaw , trope: captain/crewmate -> lovers (slow burn) , devil fruit: (kūki kūki fruit)air manipulation / (2nd) alira andilet , 18 , s/o: blackleg sanji , trope: crewmates -> lovers (slow burn) , devil fruit: (dangan dangan fruit) bullet manipulation

⟡ blue lock , satoru jena , 17 , s/o: micheal kaiser (slow burn) , family: gojo, geto (parents) + 4 siblings, team: blue locks eleven

𖦹 mha , gojo satori (yes) , 18 , s/o: bakugou katsuki , trope: strangers -> pining -> lovers (slow burn) , hero name: arachne , power: spider , family: satosugu & their 4 kids

⊰ jjk , taira kazuha , 19 , s/o: nanami kento , trope: mentor -> friends -> lovers , technique: string & invisibility manipulation , domain expansion: illusion of fear & desire , family: ren & kyoto taira (parents) kenji taira (brother)

꧞ haikyuu , ukai kananami , 15 , s/o: tsukishima kei , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers , family: kaito & ben ukai (parents) ukai keishin (brother) , team: karasuno boys volleyball

␥ aot , geneviève ackerman , 15 , s/o: jean kirstien , trope: strangers -> enemies -> friends -> lovers , family: charlotte & oliver ackerman (parents) levi ackerman (uncle) , humanity's second strongest soldier :P , role: the savoir

⊞ atla , aoki kazuha , 16 , s/o: un-named oc , trope: strangers -> lovers , family: aki & rolan aoki (parents) kian & kano (brothers) , element: all , main: air, avatar of 3000 (?)

✰ shows

❀ obx , geneviève lambert , 17 , s/o: rafe cameron (not psycho) , trope: childhood friends -> "enemies" -> friends -> lovers , family: lyla lambert (mom) logan westwood (step dad) , role: man in the middle

⪩ twd , charlotte grimes , 21 , s/o: daryl dixon (32) , trope: strangers -> lovers , family: oliver & evie grimes (dad & mom) rick grimes (uncle turned dad) carl grimes (cousin turned brother) judith (cousin turned sister) , main weapon: dual blades

✵ bcd (/behind closed doors ; original reality) , katara brown , 18 , s/o: nakamoto arito (oc) , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers (slow burn) , occupation: assassin in training , role: the finalist

✰ games

✶ genshin impact , (1st) princess enver le'mistral , 21 , s/o: kaedehara kazuha (?) , trope: strangers -> playful enemies -> lovers , vison: anemo , home: sky city (og) + fontaine , family: nalani & alain le'mistral (parents) navida le'mistral (aunt) , position: champion dualist / (2nd) tashita jinx - [under construction]

キ overwatch , ruben dawn , 35 , s/o: cole cassidy , trope: friends -> lovers , weapon: sword , family: mom , occupation: former blackwatch member, current ow member, frontliner

✰ other

✦ youtuber , (1st) geneviève eden silvestrè , 18 , s/o: n/a , trope: n/a family: evangeline & antonio silvestrè (parents) leo + angelina + dom (brothers & sister) / (2nd) imani eden monroe , 21 , s/o: berlin edmond , family: nilani monroe (mom) angelica & clementine (sisters)

◎ footballer , violet dupont , 21 , s/o: elisa de almeida , trope: teammates -> lovers , family: jamais dupont (dad) claude & blaise dupont (brothers) , team: psg feminines + women's french national

☆ actress , (1st) violette eden irl last name , 20 , s/o: drew starkey , trope: costars -> lovers , family: leila (mom) anastasia & june (sisters) , main roles: charlotte in obx + edith in despicable me + peyton in the game plan / (2nd) valerie eden auclair - [under construction]

𐙚 kpop , (1st) jenevieve eden levesque , 19 , s/o: christopher bang , trope: strangers -> friends -> lovers , year: 2020 , family: nilani levesque (mom) leo + angelina + dontai + alias + charlotte monroe (siblings :3) , groups: nct, nct 127, nct x / (2nd) - [under construction]

ᡣ𐭩 teen fame , genevieve eden morgan , 14 , s/o: elisa de almeida (15) , trope: friends -> lovers , family: jeffery dean morgan (dad) , main rolls - [under construction]

一 that's all ! if you have any same / similar dr's feel free to talk about them or dm me so we can !! (i desperately need to see satosugu happy if you can't tell)

❥ i didn't mention my waiting room cause that'll be another post, but it's basically a city shifting hub / giant waiting room for shifters from all different realities ! lemmie know if you wanna hear about it :)

[fayes-fics]

It Had To Be You: Chapter 1 - A brand-new start

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Pairings: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (also features Benedict Bridgerton x Genevieve Delacroix), Modern AU

Chapter Summary: A long drive from St Andrew’s to London with a virtual stranger

artwork credit: @colettebronte

Warnings: none really… some language, bickering and flirting.

Word Count: 2.9k

Authors Note: Welcome to Chapter 1 of my next multi-chapter. A modern romcom heavily inspired by When Harry Met Sally. Thank you to @makaylan and @colettebronte for reading through. I hope to update this fic every couple of weeks. Please enjoy! <3

12 Years Ago

When you pull up outside her halls of residence, she has her tongue down some man’s throat—typical Gen. 

She finally acknowledges your presence when you lower the window and cough pointedly. A few days ago, when she said her latest boyfriend needed a lift from St Andrews to London, you didn't offer; she volunteered him to join you before you could conjure a believable excuse. Someone to talk to on the long journey wouldn't be such a bad thing; you tried to convince yourself reluctantly. You were slightly worried about who he might be. Gen’s taste in men could be best described as random. Or questionable if you were feeling less charitable. But as he turns towards you, something in your chest flutters. 

Oh. 

He looks different to her usual choices. He appears rich, just from a glance. But the sort of rich that dresses in ratty clothes as a style choice rather than out of economic necessity. His jeans are distressed around the knees, and there’s an almost threadbare patch right around his rather shapely - don't look there, you admonish yourself - arse. He wears a faded grey t-shirt and converse that are speckled with paint.

“Y/n, meet Ben,” he nods briefly before she pulls him back for another completely inappropriate kiss.

Ben...? Really, Gen? Matching names is a bit too fucking twee.

As they break away, he tosses his bags in the boot of your car and, after another round of tonsil tennis, climbs into your passenger seat. He smiles crookedly, and you see his blueish eyes catch a ray of late Spring sun; his voice instantly makes you shift in your seat as you exchange hellos. Definitely a posh boy. Definitely a playboy. Definitely not the type to keep his bed empty for long. You already dislike him. You especially dislike how attractive your body seems to find him, despite yourself.

This is going to be a long journey.

“You want to drive the first shift?” you ask politely.

“You are already there,” he shrugs, “go right ahead.”

As Gen becomes a waving figure in your rearview mirror, something tells you you will likely never see her again. It's that time when life goes in a million different directions—the end of university. You've been here for your undergraduate course. Apparently, he has been here for his master's in Fine Arts. 

“What takes you to London?” he asks as you pull out of the university grounds.

“I'm going to be a journalist,” you state proudly.

He laughs. “You and the rest of the world.” 

You bristle at his amusement. You are a talented writer; you know it will happen for you someday. You have a summer internship at the Guardian. Okay, it's unpaid, but it's a start.

“You?” you shoot back, squinting in the sun.

“Artist. I’m setting up a studio in Hoxton.”

Urgh. That's so achingly trendy you actually want to smack him.

Your phone buzzes, and you check it discreetly at the next traffic light. It's from Gen.

Yep, I know exactly what you are thinking. Posh boy twat. His cock is amazing though. Safe travels x

You squeak and drop your phone into the footwell. Ben cuts you a curious sideways glance. 

“I can grab it,” he offers rather chivalrously as he sees you groping blindly around your feet as the light turns green.

“No!” you startle, “it's fine, just uhh leave it there, I don't need it. I know the way to Edinburgh from here.” your voice takes on a high-pitched quality that sounds ridiculous even to your own ears.

He seems to stare at your profile for an inordinate amount of time.

“Gen said you were a little high-strung,” he says drolly.

You frown over at him. “I'm just particular,” you argue back.

He laughs and looks out the window. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Yes, I do,” you prickle, “that’s a disgusting habit, and you should give it up.”

“She said you were opinionated too,” he adds, his tone so casual and laid back it just makes you more wound up.

“My car, my rules,” you retort, glancing irritated in your rearview at the lorry getting far too familiar with your rear bumper.

“That's fair enough.” 

He suddenly lunges for something in the backseat, twisting so his t-shirt rides up, his whole body thrust towards you. You see a flash of toned abdominal muscle and a tantalising line of hair disappearing into his jeans.

You quickly cut your eyes back to the road and have to slam on the brake not to hit the car in front, praying momentarily that the lorry behind is paying more attention than you are. Damn him. 

“Fucking hell!” he exclaims, falling back into his seat and grabbing the dashboard to right himself.

“Sorry,” you mumble, knowing you are blushing. “Can you please not do that when I'm driving?”

“Do what?” he feigns ignorance, but you can tell he knows exactly what just happened, the cocky bastard.

“Climb into the backseat,” you grumble.

“I leaned back to grab something; I didn't climb anywhere,” he disputes, shaking a packet at you. “This is for your benefit, I might add,” he says pointedly, ripping open the box and fishing out a nicotine patch.

“Well, just sit still, please,” you huff, spying a flash of very shapely bicep out of the corner of your eye as he rolls up the sleeve and slaps on the patch.

“Yeah, not highly strung at all,” he mutters under his breath.

Yep. You absolutely want to kick him.

—

It’s almost 2 hours later and lunchtime when you pull into the services just outside Glasgow, needing a toilet break.

“Want a sausage roll?” he asks casually, stretching his limbs in a somewhat distracting manner as you lock the doors. Out of the car now, you realise he's taller than you expected; around 6 feet would be your guess. 

“No thanks, I uhh don't eat that stuff. I made a salad; I'm just going to eat that,” you respond, tapping the little bag on your shoulder.

“You made a salad? For a road trip?” he looks at you like you have three heads, and again your dander is up.

“Nothing wrong with being prepared,” you sniff.

He chuckles and shrugs a shoulder as you wander into the building and agree to meet at a table after.

Just as you are neatly drizzling your salad dressing, he saunters over a bright red plastic tray in hand, holding an assortment of beige foods and a large bottle of Coke. You can’t school your horror at the contents of his plate.

“What?” he laughs, taking a seat next to you.

“If smoking doesn't kill you, that might,” you say airily.

“You really do have just so many opinions,” he looks at you as if you are some fascinating species, dons a stupid broad grin and takes a huge bite.

“Am I wrong though?” you raise an eyebrow in challenge, waiting for him to take the bait. Instead, he changes tack.

“Gen never said you were so pretty,” his statement, muffled around the sausage roll, is so matter of fact that you don't think you heard him correctly for a split-second.

“Excuse me?!?”  you can't hide the disdain in your voice. “You are Gen’s boyfriend,” you say slowly.

“So?”

“So you shouldn't be flirting with me!” you explain, feeling as if it's unnecessary to do so.

He laughs so hard that some pastry sprays across the table. “I'm not!” he dismisses.

“Yes, you are!” your indignancy rising.

“Can’t I say you are pretty without it being flirtatious?” he posits.

“No!”

“Okay, fine,” he capitulates, wiping his greased fingers on a paper serviette, “I take it back.”

“Well, that’s just rude,” you huff.

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don't want you to say anything! Just… don't notice me at all! You are dating my friend!” your voice again takes on that shrill quality you dislike.

“Sorry,” he raises his hands in defeat. Then after a few moments of silence where you just poke at your lettuce leaves, your eyes meet again. “Genuinely,” his hand on his chest, “I am sorry. I'm an artist. I can't help but notice objectively beautiful things. I truly meant nothing untoward,” the sincerity taking you slightly aback. 

You would think it a line he’s using, but his hazy blue eyes somehow give away the truth—he means every word. You are also trying to ignore how the words, ‘objectively beautiful’, echo in your head. 

“Well… just… remember, Gen is my friend; I don't want her hurt,” you volley back defensively.

“Neither do I,” he replies, taking a sip of his drink and turning to look out of the nearby window.

The fact you notice an adorable little bump in the profile of his nose is something you pretend doesn't happen.

—

It's mid-afternoon when the rain rolls in somewhere in the Borders. He had taken over driving duty at the rest stop. You were initially concerned about handing the keys to your mum’s old Ford Focus, but to be fair, he seems a sensible enough driver. 

“Music?” he asks brightly as he flicks on the wipers.

“An old iPod is connected via the aux,” you shrug. 

“Oh, what's on it?” he queries.

“God, all sorts. A lot of 90s indie stuff and Britpop, Im afraid.”

“Brilliant! Put on some Blur.”

You perk up. “Really? I thought us too young for Blur,” you jest.

“I’ve got a few years on you, remember?” he chuckles as you select a random shuffle of their music.

As the opening chords of Country House ring out, he starts to nod his head comedically.

“City dweller, successful fella,” you both chant in unison as the song starts, and you giggle.

You find yourselves singing along loudly. It appears he knows all the words as much as you do.

“I'm a professional cynic, but my heart's not in it,” you say loudly as he points for you to take that line.

“I'm paying the price of living life at the limit,” he picks up as you mirror the gesture. 

Your fleeting thought is that the lyrics are the right choice for your different personalities somehow. Or what you know of him so far.

“He lives in a house, a very big house in the country!!!” you both almost yell, laughing heartily around the words.

And that's how the next twenty minutes are spent. Singing along slightly tunelessly to Blur as you cross the border into England, and the journey continues.

—

You stop at motorway services outside Manchester around tea time, having listened to most of your Blur back catalogue and lots of Pulp too. You frown as he tucks into a Big Mac and fries as you pick at a soup and roll. 

As you eat, you quarrel about the best American 90s sitcom - Friends or Frasier - you claim the latter until he plumbs for Seinfeld instead at the last minute. You throw down your spoon in annoyance that he changed the rules of his own game, splashing your jumper, which makes you even more pissed off. You make him get up and recycle your empty soup bowl for you, pettily refusing to get out of your chair. He counters that you look adorable when you have a tantrum, and you snatch the keys, threatening to drive off without him. To the people around you, you look, to all intents and purposes, like a bickering married couple, not someone you only met a few hours prior.

When you hit the road, you take over driving duty again. You plan to drive the rest of the way to London; it should only be another three and a half hours.

After his junk food dinner, he passes out in the passenger seat for over two hours. You don’t mind the silence; it’s a novel respite from your squabbling. And if you steal a few glances at his very attractive face as it lolls around, well, you’re not going to admit that to anyone. (What you don’t see is his eyes opening periodically and staring at you, too, between drifts of sleep.)

It’s almost certain you have never met anyone in your 22 years on this earth that you spar with more than him. But it’s not bitter; it’s just like you are so opposite you can't help but be drawn to each other’s orbits, even if all you do is rile each other up. You’ve never met anyone quite so contrarian as him. Or anyone quite as troubling to your hormones. You want to smack his face AND pull him in for a deep kiss, jump on his lap and grind hard. It’s quite the most disconcerting thing.

__

It’s just after 10 pm when he offers to take over driving duty again on the outskirts of London, as he knows it quite well. His family have a pied-a-terre in Mayfair. Yup, posh twat. However, you’re grateful for the offer, this being your first time in the city except for brief day trips as a child. And as the suburbs give way to the glow of the inner city, you are talking, well, arguing, about movies. Specifically, Titanic that he claims Gen made him sit through last week.

“You're wrong”, you argue, shaking your head.

“There was room on that door for both of them,” he defends.

“It would have sunk if he climbed on too. He did the right, noble thing, sacrificing himself like that,” you assert.

“Please, they could have laid on top of one another and kept it mostly afloat. It’s not as if it would be a big issue; they already had sex, for fuck’s sake,” he counters, waving his hand.

“Yeah, but so what? Sex is great, but it’s not a reason to risk both of you dying by SINKING THE DAMN DOOR,” you huff.

“Oh, I see,” he gloats.

“What? What do you see?” you shoot back, riled up. This man’s ability to get under your skin is almost frightening.

“Obviously, you haven’t had great sex yet,” he shrugs, staring ahead as he drives. 

“Yes, I bloody have!”

“No, you haven’t,” the dismissive tone is so irritating.

“So have!” 

He chuckles. “Okay then. Who? Who have you had great sex with?”

You flick through your collage of university experiences. A mixed bag, if you were honest. Then a triumphant smirk covers your face.

“Melissa.” 

The smirk grows wider as he swerves the car a little, almost taking out a delivery cyclist, and snaps his head over at you. You can practically see his brain buffering. He was expecting a dull boy’s name so that he could argue back.

“Tell me more,” his voice has dropped an octave and goosebumps erupt on your upper arms at the sound.

“She knew her way around between a woman’s legs,” you shrug, meeting his eyes and feeling temporarily unmoored by how dilated they suddenly are, rubbing your bicep instinctually to tamp the evidence of the effect he has had on you, hidden beneath your jumper though it is.

“Tongue and fingers?” His question is soft.

“Whole face and hands,” you counter, not missing how his tongue shoots out to lick, then bite his parched lip and his subtle shift in his seat.

The idea of him physically turned on by the mental picture he is building for himself should make you affronted. Instead, your hand itches to shock him, reach out and grab him, order him to keep driving as you palm him over his jeans. You are horrified by where your thoughts turn. This is your friend's boyfriend. You can’t stand him… can you? 

“Lucky lady,” he mutters.

“Yeah, I was,” you tilt your head to one side in reminiscence.

“I was talking about Melissa,” he replies, and you don’t know how to respond to that. So you don’t. You just reach for your bag of Maltesers you bought at the last petrol station and snag one.

“How’s far til yours?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Hmm, interesting,” he says thoughtfully but doesn’t elucidate. “Not long now, we’re passing Swiss Cottage,” he responds as if that’s supposed to mean something to you.

Suddenly a hand is hovering right before you, almost brushing your breast.

“What?” You frown, pretending not to jump.

“Malteser,” he requests, raising an eyebrow and glancing over.

“You should have bought some for yourself at the last stop if you wanted some,” you volley back, smirking and popping another into your mouth obnoxiously.

“You aren’t very likeable sometimes, you know,” he pouts, withdrawing his hand when he realises you mean it.

“I am to people I like,” you counter.

“Guess we are not going to be friends then,” he says sarcastically.

“Guess not,” you chime back.  “It's a shame; you were the only person I knew in London...”

And as he pulls up outside some fancy building in Mayfair, you shake hands somewhat stiffly after helping him unload his bags. You part ways without exchanging information. Such a strangely abrupt ending to your twelve-hour trip where it seems you ran the gamut of human emotion together. You try not to be too bothered by it as you follow your sat nav towards the less salubrious environs of Leytonstone, where you have rented a studio flat—deciding to put Ben Bridgerton as far out of your mind as possible. You doubt you’ll ever see his face again. After all, what are the chances in this big city?

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[daydreamtofiction]

Playlist #3 // Thou Shalt Not Covet

Listen Here | Read Here

1: Providence

GOLDWING - Billie Eilish

My Boy Builds Coffins - Florence + The Machine

2: Temptation

Tongues - Marika Hackman

Rivers In Your Mouth - Ben Howard

3: Faith

Lost Cause - Billie Eilish

Gina’s World - Marika Hackman

Fresh Laundry - Allie X

4: Sacrilege

Mara - Genevieve Stokes

Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees

notre dame - Paris Paloma

5: Sacrifice

Middle of the Bed - Lucy Rose

Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

Oxytocin - Billie Eilish

6 & 7: Credence/Divinity

Why Does it Always Rain on Me? - Travis

soleil soleil - Pomme

Big God - Florence + The Machine

Undone, Undress - Marika Hackman

Churchyard - AURORA

Burn it Down - Daughter

Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

8: Penance

mary magdalene - FKA twigs

9: Sin

Sweat - ALASKALASKA

Family Tree - Ethel Cain

Cherry - Lana Del Rey

10: Baptism

new skin - VERITÉ

Claude's Girl - Marika Hackman

No Kind Words - The Maccabees

11: Communion

Various Storms & Saints - Florence + The Machine

Home - Daughter

Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club

Heaven is Here - Florence + The Machine

12: Mercy

Habits - Genevieve Stokes

Tonight I Feel Like Kafka - Jealous of the Birds

You Keep Me Crawling - AURORA

13: Heaven

Bedroom Hymns - Florence & the Machine

Spiracle - Flower Face

14: Rebirth

Simple As This - Jake Bugg

Time Comes In Roses - Bess Atwell

Corpses - Saint Sister

No Face - Haley Heynderickx

15: Blessed

Say Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey

Unpunishable - Ethel Cain

You Come Down - Marika Hackman

16: Sanctuary

Did You See the Words - Animal Collective

She's Leaving Home - The Beatles

Sweet Thing - Van Morrison

A Car Crash For Two - Gia Ford

Lilies - Ethel Cain, Mercy Necromancy

17. Hell

Drown - Marika Hackman

Ocean - Alice Phoebe Lou

Panic Attack - Liza Anne

Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain

Some things Cosmic - Angel Olsen

18. Ghost

Mice - Billie Marten

It Happened Quiet - AURORA

The End of Love - Florence + The Machine

Interlude: Body

Show You a Body - Haley Heyndrickx

19. Spirit

Nothing Ever Happens - Del Amitri

Seven Names (Errai) - TesseracT

Soft Currents - Alexandra Savior

Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

Make Up Your Mind - Florence + The Machine

End Of The Affair - Ben Howard

20. Resurrection

Blackbird - The Beatles

The Fold - Wickerbird

Seed of a Seed - Haley Heyndrickx

St. Jude - Florence + The Machine

Whispers in the Dark - Mumford & Sons

Epilogue

Towers - Bon Iver

Clementine - Megan Washington

Untitled God Song - Haley Heyndrickx

[coochiequeens]

Stating biological facts is not hate

By Genevieve Gluck. December 8, 2023

A Hobart City Council member is under investigation by the Anti-Discrimination Commissioner for “inciting hatred” after declaring “trans women are men.” Louise Elliot is now facing a costly formal inquiry by the Tasmanian Civil and Administrative Tribunal in a case which has the potential to restrict freedom of speech. If the tribunal rules against Elliot, she may be ordered to publicly apologize and pay a fine of up to $4,000.

In March, Elliot attended a Let Women Speak demonstration organized by Standing for Women and led by British women’s rights campaigner Kellie Jay-Keen. The event was intended to provide women with a platform to express their concerns or criticisms of gender ideology.

As part of a prepared speech she gave during the event, Elliot stated that it was impossible to change sex, that “trans women are trans women and remain biological men.”

During her speech, Elliot also highlighted how gender ideology poses safeguarding risks, noting how such policies impact women and girls.

“While the majority of men are decent, kind and caring people, men present an inherent danger to women. The vast majority of sex offenders and violence perpetrators are men. It is completely understandable that women would want spaces for females only, especially vulnerable spaces like changerooms, toilets, and showers. It is absolute insanity that we have a law that allows a man to at 10am declare he’s a woman and by 11am be sharing changerooms and showers with young girls.”

On May 5, Elliot received a letter from the Tasmanian Anti-Discrimination Commissioner (ADC) informing her that they had received a complaint about her statements and had opened an investigation into her activities for “inciting hatred” under the Tasmanian Anti-Discrimination Act.

The complainant, who cannot be named during the ongoing investigation, also took issue with a statement made by Elliot in the context of male violence and the defense of women-only spaces, wherein she stated, “You cannot be raped with a penis if there is no penis present.”

In November, Tasmanian ADC Sarah Bolt ruled that Elliot’s case would proceed to a tribunal inquiry. In response, Elliot has been vocal about her situation on X (formerly Twitter), and has promised to appeal her case to the High Court should she be found guilty of inciting hatred.

“If it is found that I have incited hatred with these accurate, factual, accurate, and true statements, then I won’t be standing for that. And I know that the majority of Australians don’t believe the truth can be hate. So we will absolutely be taking it all the way to the High Court, because this is a massive overreach on our implied right to freedom of belief, freedom of expression, political communication, and we need to defend that,” Elliot told Ben Fordham Live.

Elliot also noted that the legal attack against her is being funded by taxpayers. “The threshold for inciting hatred needs to be really high. It can’t be just because someone is offended. What really gets me is that it’s our taxpayer money that is funding this attack on freedom of speech.”

However, Elliot is expected to pay her legal fees out of her own pocket, and is crowdfunding to cover costs. In the event of a ruling against her and an appeal to the High Court, Elliot has said she estimates the process to cost $100,000.

In addition to the litigation, Elliot says she’s also been experiencing harassment from her colleagues for criticizing gender identity ideology. In a video she shared to X in October, Elliot described how she had been singled out for her views.

“Over the past several months, I’ve been copping some pretty heavy bullying by some of the Hobart City Councllors, and collectively as a council. You hear the Hobart City Council talking a lot about inclusion, diversity, and being welcoming and kind… But inclusion is welcomed if you agree with their thinking. If you don’t agree, then you are heavily excluded and targeted and bullied,” she said.

Elliot went on to explain that she does not believe that humans can change sex, and that women and girls are entitled to single-sex spaces and sports.

During one meeting, the Deputy Lord Mayor Councilor Helen Burnet put forward a motion that the council write to three different organizations to complain about Elliot. The councilors wrote to the Integrity Commission, the Anti-Discrimination Commission, and local government officials to request action be taken against Elliot over a series of posts she made on X.

“We had a training session from a local organization, and I questioned some of the details that were in their fact sheet. Some of the details I found quite concerning, for example, statements that, ‘Trans women are not dominating women’s sport.’ I disagreed with that and tweeted some pictures of trans women playing in women’s soccer, and it’s happening globally,” Elliot said.

“In the fact sheet we had, they also tried to say that because black women are women, trans women are women. And I found that really quite a disturbing statement, quite racist and far from the truth.”

The fact sheet presented during the diversity training session, run in September by Working It Out Tasmania, also argued that trans-identified males do not pose a risk in female-only spaces.

“There is very little evidence of women’s spaces being secretly infiltrated by people with criminal motives, eg, sexual assault. Nearly every story that has emerged in the media or research regarding this has been disproven or discredited,” the document stated.

Elliot further revealed that she had been sent a letter by Deputy Lord Mayor Councillor Helen Burnet chastising her for her views.

“You have consistently spoken out against transgender people and have on the public record refuted that transgender women are women,” the letter read. At Burnet’s request the city council asked the Anti-Discrimination Commissioner to consider that Elliot had, in their view, breached the Anti-Discrimination Act of 1998, which was amended in 2019 to include the subjective category of gender identity, but does not presently provide legal protections on the basis of biological sex.

Elliot has said she has received a flood of supportive messages from constituents. In September, a small demonstration was held outside of Hobart City Council Town Hall, wherein protesters called on the Deputy Mayor to “call off the witch hunt” against Elliot.

[genevievemd]

Forever Winter

Book: Open Heart: Second Year Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 1491 Rating: T Category: hurt/comfort, Ethan POV Trope(s): 

Summary: After the attack a month prior, Ethan worries when Genevieve doesn’t embrace the holidays like she usually does. 

Warnings: mentions of character death

A/N: A little angsty Christmas/winter fic for you. In OPH: Sara’s Version, the assassination attempt happens in the beginning of November and Gen returns to work the beginning of December. So the holidays fall right in the middle of her still dealing with it all. 

Title is from a Taylor Swift song. I am who I am guys. Also another entry for @choicesficwriterscreations​ holiday event

He watches her closely, though he makes the attempt to ensure none of the gossiping bufoons surrounding them notice. She’s like a zombie, here but just barely. Her normally bright green eyes, that could rival the Christmas lights now twinkling throughout the city, have faded. 

He knows why, of course, its her first official week back since the attack a month ago. And while Ethan wasn’t on board with the idea of her returning this quickly, it wasn’t quite his place to voice his concerns. 

Regardless of the change in their relationship or the fact that she had slept at his place the night before. Nevermind the two weeks she stayed with him after the funerals. 

He wasn’t her boyfriend, yet, and so he’d keep his concerns to himself until she asks for them. 

But that won’t stop him from keeping a watchful eye on his rookie. Make sure she makes it through her day the best she can. 

Genevieve finally emerges from the patient room she’d been in. He had a perfect view from the nurses station, and watches her smile fade and her entire body deflate the second she’s standing across from him at the circular desk. 

She is so out of character that its truly starting to worry him for than he already was. This time last year, she was sporting a Santa hat almost everyday, hummed a holiday tune down the halls, and never failed to call him a scrooge or grinch every chance she got. 

Gen loved Christmas and to see her still so lost in her pain, unable to embrace the season she so loves broke his heart. 

He was the stoic and cynical one in their partnership, she was supposed to be his sunny and energetic counterpart. 

Ethan looks down at his watch, no longer concerned with the chart he was meant to be reading. His mind now focused on finding a way to bring a smile and some peace to his very own Cindy-Lou Who.

It seemed the fates were on his side, because it was a quarter to three, and the perfect time to get her away from the chaos around them. 

He silently hands a nurse the patient file and moves around the desk. Gen looks up briefly, her smile in greeting not reaching her eyes. 

“How are you doing, G?” 

“I’m alive.” She shrugs, signing her name with a sigh. 

“Go grab your coat.” 

“Why?” Her face scrunches inn confusion and he can’t help but chuckle at how adorable she looks.

“Because its 30 degrees outside, Rookie.” 

“I know that.” She rolls her eyes, “I meant, why do I need my coat, Dr. Smartass.” 

“We’re going out for a bit.” 

“Really?” 

For the first time all day, the brightness and color returns to her face. And its then he knows he’s making the right decision in his efforts to protect her. 

“Yes. Just a walk, does that sound alright?”

“It sounds perfect.” She hesitates form a millisecond, before her hand reaches for his own. One of her fingers delicately hooking onto his pinky. “Thank you.” 

“Always, G.” 

No more than ten minutes later, they’re walking side by side in the park not far from the hospital.

They’ve ben silent for the majority of those minutes, though Ethan has a million questions he wants to ask. But he knows better than to pry when she isn’t ready to talk. 

Especially now, with her anxiety at an all time high and her brain injured with PTSD. 

“Can I…” Her voice is small, hesitant. Stopping in her tracks to look up at him. “I know we made the rule, or decision, or whatever to keep us a secret for now, but can you – will you hold my hand? We’re far enough from work and I –” 

He cuts off her sentence, not with words, but with his hand. Firmly grasping hers, gloved fingers of each intertwining. 

“Better?” Ethan smiles softly, before leaning down to kiss her forehead. 

“Yes. That also helped.” 

“Good.” 

They continue on their walk around the park, noting the kids building snowmen and the glistening, snow covered trees. Offering each other stories of their childhood winters, and how funny it is that they grew up only a state apart. 

Dancing around the topic that is at the forefront of their minds. 

They’ve both been plagued with nightmares, intrusive thoughts of how it could have all ended differently, and the fear of being out of each other’s sight. 

And of course, for her, being back at the very place where she almost died, with no way to avoid the room it all happened in. 

The fear they both still feel is almost more biting than the December chill. Because unlike the weather, this cold doesn’t leave after it snakes its way under your skin. It lingers there, travels through your blood until you’re a walking icicle of fear. 

“How long do you think it will take for me to feel safe at work again?” Her voice trembles, her eyes welling with tears.

“Unfortunately, G, I don’t have the answer to that question. I wish I did.” 

“Me, too. Can I tell you something else?” 

“Always.” 

“I really want to celebrate Christmas but it feels wrong to. Because it’s –” Genevieve stops walking again, sniffling back tears. “It’s not fair. I get to be here and celebrate with people I love, while the people that loved Danny and Bobby won’t get to ever again. How can I be happy when they’re dead. It feels wrong, cruel.” 

“Genevieve,” He whispers her name, face twisted in shock and pain. 

He pulls her into his arms, holding her tightly to his chest as her petite from shakes from crying. 

“You’re right, that it’s unfair, but that doesn’t mean we stop living. The world, unfortunately, is a cruel place and sometimes there’s nothing we can do to change it. But, what we can do is push through it. Neither Danny nor Bobby would want you to stop living. G, you’re allowed to celebrate Christmas and be happy.” 

“How come I lived and they didn’t?” 

She sounds so broken, and it kills him. Unable to stop his own eyes from shedding a few tears. 

“Because your story isn’t finished.” 

“You don’t believe in fate or destinies.” Gen sniffles, and pulls away slightly. Just enough to meet his eyes. Her own red rimmed and puffy. 

“You’re right, I don’t, but you do.” He reaches up with one hand to wipe the tears off her frost-bitten cheeks. “You won’t feel like this forever, Gen. That is something I do know and believe.” 

“So, I can be happy about Christmas without people thinking I’m the worst person ever?” 

“Yes, and no one would ever think that to begin with.” 

“Okay.” She snuggles back into him. Her arms wrapping tightly around his waist. 

They stand there for a few minutes, doing nothing more than breathing and holding each other close. 

“I have one more question.” Gen mumbles after another moment, still nestled in the shelter he provides. 

“What is it?” 

“Well, actually, it’s two. Can I come over after work and stay the night again? And then if I can, will you watch my favorite holiday movie with me?” 

Ethan smiles, “It’s a yes to both, sweetheart.” 

The pet name falls from his lips before his mind registers what he’s said and the panic sets in the moment the realization hits. They haven’t done pet names yet, hell they weren’t even really dating yet and to so carelessly through that name out there could have nuclear implications. 

Cautiously, Ethan looks down at the woman in his arms, afraid of what he’ll find. But he sees nothing but a smile. The first real one she’s had in a long time. 

“Thank you, for everything. I don’t know if I’d be able to get through this without you.” 

“You would, you’re stronger than you realize. But, I am glad that I can be here for you.” 

Deciding to continue to lead with his heart, Ethan leans down to gingerly press his lips to hers. The chill melting away the second they meet. Gen stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around his neck, while he pulls her closer and wraps his own around her waist. 

They share a slew of kisses, before pulling away. Both smiling brightly at each other. 

“We should head back.” Ethan breaks their embrace, but stays in contact. Taking ahold of her hand once more. 

“Just don’t call me ‘sweetheart’ in the hallway.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, G.” He winks at her, which causes her to giggle. The sound to pure it mends a piece of his heart. 

“Sure.” 

They share one more smile before beginning their journey bac to the hospital. All while Ethan hopes he’s given her the respite she needed and the confidence to embrace the holidays she loves without guilt. 

Which she deserves more than anything.

A/N: I might have one or two more holiday fics for you guys, but we’ll see how it goes. 

Happy Holidays, peanuts! 

(Tagging separately to appease the tumbroke gods. )

[cassandra-maston]

Boy’s a Liar Pt. 2 - PinkPantheress & Ice Spice // Moonlight - Kali Uchis // Raven - Kelela // American Teenager - Ethel Cain // Reckless Driving - Lizzy McApline & Ben Kessler // Party - Daughter // Pearls - Jessie Ware // Wish I Didn’t Press Send - Gabrielle Aplin // Bed Head - God Save The Club Kids // How Can I Not Know What I Need Right Now? - Charli XCX // Crave - Paramore // Be On Your Way - Daughter // The Blue - Gracie Abrams // Already Over - Sabrina Carpenter // Noah (Stand Still) - Noah Cyrus // Sweet Nothing - Taylor Swift // Wish Me Luck - Wallows // Swim Back - Daughter // Snooze - SZA // 3 Boys - Omar Apollo

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My weekend at the London Podcast Festival

Hello everyone!

I had an amazing weekend! I went up to London for the London Podcast Festival, and saw four shows : Beef and Dairy Network live and 3 x Three Bean Salad shows. They were all amazing, BADN had Tom Neenan, Tom Crowley, Amy Gledhill, Chris Cantrill, Benjamin Partridge and - most importantly (to me) - Mike Wozniak! We were front row for that and I was right under Ben & Mike's nose and could barely look directly at Mike. Amy Gledhill and Chris Cantrill (aka The Delightful Sausage) were improvising a lot, and it was so funny.

All TBS shows were so fun, it's a great podcast, and Mike, Ben and Henry have such a wonderful dynamic, and it works brilliantly live. The fans are the best, I met so many of them, and met up with some I already knew, and they're all such cool, creative and kind people. I went for brunch at Granary Square with my friends Genevieve and it was the fanciest place I'd ever been in, so beautiful!

Then, between show two and show three, the Beans were doing a meet up, I came out of the loo on the higher level (we'd been on the balcony for the show) and spotted them at the foot of the escalators. I'd lost my friends and couldn't find the wherewithal to text them to find them, but they came back down and found me, and one of them literally held my hands as I went to do the meet and greet (she is a doctor, so she could have helped if I fainted, lol). She's met Mike before, and is known in the TBS podcast community, so she was a bit cooler and calmer than me, but immediately I met them they put me at ease, they weren't showy, but cool and genuine. I'd made them embroideries and silly cards and stickers, and they were so gracious about accepting them. Mike is as handsome and as nice as he appears on TV. It was such a lovely moment, and my other friend got a picture :

Still buzzing! pic.twitter.com/Tec1Yr1Ugn— Phillie Espley (@PhillieEspley) September 18, 2023

I'm so grateful to the Beans, and to all my friends for making it such a fun and unforgettable weekend!

[benxgenevieve]

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prompt - seven by Taylor Swift / Folklore

On their first trip to Virginia Beach, they had all been a little weary. It was the first beach trip since Jamaica-- and it was done without half of their family. But, it had soon become an annual tradition for the four of them. It was continuously obvious that Cal missed his twin, but everyone agreed it was nice to step out of the busy city life. 

Ben could use his summer vacation to step out while Mic could focus on more than just the latest murder case in Manhattan. 

This was their third year traveling down to the beach side city. Genevieve still didn’t know how the coast was supposed to look for them and what was there in 1940 wasn’t the same over-commercialized locations. Ben loved that they could truly see the beauty of the Atlantic Ocean, before people came in to ruin the warm sands with littering and garbage.

This year, every decision that they made felt too familiar. They had a preferred home that was within walking distance to the large fair that popped up in the summer. Genevieve’s parents would stop by for a weekend which caused plenty of questions each year. They had their own sets of chairs and fishing poles. The four of them had a preferred walking path down to the ocean. 

It wasn’t Jamaica, but it gave the same break from reality. 

“We have other books for you to read…” 

Her voice broke through his afternoon daze. The huge glass of iced tea in her hand told him just how long he’d been daydreaming. 

“I’m relaxing--there’s something nice about being able to predict the end of the book.” Ben smiled up at Gen while she passed a glass to Mic as well. 

It wasn’t hard to notice that her love language was an act of service for those who she loved. As much as she tried to mask it, she consistently made the Stone  family feel more at home between each moment they spent together. 

Genny only smirked when she heard Ben’s predictable response, but only Mic had no qualms about calling him out. 

“It’s a damn math theory, Benjamin. How is that relaxing to read anyways?”

Genevieve was giggling with the rest of the family, but Ben felt even better when he heard her full laugh. It made the light hazing from Mic worth it.

He could tell that she felt at home in Virginia. There was a lightness to her attitude that didn’t exist in the city. All it did was remind him that he was positive she only stayed in New York City to try and find a way back to the future for him. She continually gave more and more of herself, despite knowing that Ben would never be able to give her anything of himself. 

---

She had no idea why Cal had suggested Virginia Beach, but it had turned out to be a great option. It wasn’t as expensive as their last trips, but it allowed no one to have to fly. Grace was still careful when it came to Cal and she wasn’t ready to see Olive’s face fill with fear if something were to happen. 

So, they decided on a location that was driveable with a house that held plenty of room for all of them. It was a mandatory break from all things Flight 828 related which made both Ben and Mic enjoy family time. 

“It’s nice seeing you so relaxed,” Grace murmured. “You’re always focused on the future in Queens--on things you can’t control.” 

Both of her boys had seemed to fall into a pattern at the beach. She hadn’t noticed it in Jamaica, but it was clear to see that the ocean calmed them both down from their usual stress and worry. 

Cal had so many ideas of things to do, places to see while in Virginia, and it made their unreal situations settle into a sense of normalcy. 

“It’s nice spending time as a family,” Ben agreed. 

Except, when she felt his hand slide into hers, it felt like his hand was expecting someone else’s. 

---

His hands felt clammy as he reached out for hers. They had become best friends so quickly -- her life somehow integrated so well to his own. Yet, they had quickly realized that boundaries were necessary. He wasn’t in love with her--they weren’t in love, but his emotions could recognize how easy it would be to let himself. 

Therefore, he’d pretend like he didn’t count the amount of times she would go out with potential suitors. Genevieve would always bring up his wife. It was a moral compass and reminder that was easy to keep up. 

Which was why Genevieve stared at his offered hand until she heard Michaela voice her encouragement. 

“Please, Gen, we both know you’ll dance circles around him. Let him have it!”

And she wanted to. 

Especially when she saw his embarrassed glance down. 

“You’ve been watching the dance floor all night,” he mumbled. “And I’d rather ask than watch another smuck work up the nerve before I do.” 

An admittance of something. 

Enough to have her hand drop down to his. 

He was completely oblivious to everything going on around them.

“You really haven’t noticed every woman at this party glance over at you, have you?”

---

“Mom! Did you see us? Did you?” 

Grace watched as Cal struggled to run against the hot sand. The girls were laying out on a large beach towel, but the boys had had other plans. Cal had his board beneath his arm until he tossed it down to slide next to Olive. 

Neither her son nor her husband had ever taken interest in water sports. Yet, this trip had caused both of them to take it up. The empty boards at their rental home had given both of them a reason to test it out. 

“You were so great, baby!” The young boy was already itching to go back out. Despite sitting down, Grace could see his foot was shaking with excitement to get back into the water. “How about you dry off and I’ll go ahead and put more sunscreen on you. We have to leave a little bit earlier tonight, because we have the festival to go to, but we don’t want you to burn.” 

Every time she mentioned it, Cal perked up. Yet it also caused a noticeable change in her husband. He was happy and upbeat until they brought up leaving the beach. 

“Do you think we can dance? I heard there was dancing!” Cal requested.

Her son’s question made Ben tense up beside her. Ben had promised that he was excited for the festival, but each moment caused her to doubt that a little more. 

“We’ll check it out,” Grace promised. She noticed her husband move to get up, before she quickly stopped him. “Ben, baby, don’t forget--you need more sunblock too.” 

---

Late night strolls had quickly become their ‘thing’. During the first trip, they had consistently ran into each other on the long expansive beach. Now, they planned to head out together. 

Now, his hand purposefully brushed against hers. 

They were so careful while in Manhattan. He’d never let his hand linger on her body for too long. Ben was all too aware of overstepping the imaginary line that they had placed down. Except when they were alone with their guards completely down, their touches were a comfort to one another.

“Every year, I’m worried this will be the last year for this trip,” Ben admitted. It was an unusual case of blatant honesty. It wasn’t fair for him to think like that. They were both working so hard for it to be the last year that it felt wrong to wish that it wasn’t. 

Ben’s fingers reached down to brush against the top of her hand, but this time he silently grasped hers. They were always in the worst position.

“Virginia Beach will still be here in 2019,” she pointed out. 

It was a sly comment, but it made him tighten his grip. 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

Of course, it wasn’t. She knew that, but Ben could tell that she was trying to quickly build up their wall around each other. Virginia Beach would still be here, but she wouldn’t. In his quest to not fall in love with her, he had fallen in love with anything that surrounded her. 

It was the way that she was almost silent in the morning while making breakfast--how she would always top off his coffee without him asking. It was the way she blushed when he caught her watching him. It was the way the sand would slip through her toes when she buried them deep. She hated admitting how much she loved romance, but he’d watched her swoon over men who did the bare minimum for her. It was how her eyes widened when he’d say something surprising to her.

He was home with her in Manhattan--or his office--or her small apartment--their local cafe. There were too many places that had been replaced with memories of her. 

No, he wasn’t in love with her, but it was a conscious hindrance.

“You’ll just have to come back here with Grace,” Genevieve murmured. 

She didn’t remove her hand from his, but Ben knew the name was a warning. 

Would the beach still shine as brightly when it didn’t have her laughter reverberating around?

No. 

---

“Dad! Dad!” Cal ran down the steps and ignored the cold sand against his feet. It was late, but he had finally broken his mom down into letting him spend the evening walking with his dad. It was hard being the only one to truly remember things. Especially when he could tell that the memories were on the tip of his dad’s mind. 

It was easy to tell how happy his dad was to have his mom and Olive back, but only Cal knew why he was struggling in the quiet moments of the trip. 

“Mom said I could come out here with you!” He repeated, before slamming a hug into his dad’s side. 

“Oh, she did?” Ben was more than happy to have someone join him, but it was just another positive sign in Cal’s treatment. 

Things were getting better. 

Cal missed Genevieve in all the ways that his dad unknowingly did. Her laughter would always cover up a silent moment. Her caring nature had given him a second mom for five years, but he could recognize that his dad was missing a best friend. Perhaps his mom and dad were best friends, but Cal felt like there was something different. Just like how he loved Olive, but it was nice to have friends with the same interests.

“Do you think we can do this again next year?” Cal asked.

It was a flick of panic. Cal could tell that his father loved being here again, but each moment they stayed seemed to make it harder for him to not remember. Would it be so bad if his dad did remember? 

Ben didn’t hear his question immediately. No, he heard laughter. He felt his arms wrap around someone’s waist as he pulled them back against his chest. His face buried against their neck as he smelled the lavender scent perfume. 

He was missing something in this puzzle, but Ben couldn’t piece together something that had less than have the pieces remaining. 

“Dad?” Cal followed up. 

“I’m not sure, buddy. We’ll have to ask your mom.” 

---

Mic could easily see what was happening between Genevieve and her brother. His dorky grin--his constant blush, but even worse, their continuous denial of what was happening. She knew that neither of them would put their emotions in front of going home, but Michaela knew that wouldn’t stop them from getting hurt. 

They’d taken a walk every evening after putting Cal to sleep.

Every evening they had walked back--dropped hands on the beach, but had giggled together on the way up to the house. It was a dangerous game--and one that would hurt Genevieve more. 

“You have to stop doing this, Ben,” she murmured when Genevieve went upstairs. “She’ll have to deal with this once we leave. It’s not fair to put this all on her.” 

“What?” Ben scoffed. “We’re just friends Mic.” 

“You can fool yourself, but you won’t fool me. You need to stop it now, because we don’t know what we’ll remember when we go back home.”

Ben wanted to lash out. Remind her that he knew how unfair this was for all of them. He knew there was a chance he wouldn’t remember. Yet, he could only watch as his sister picked up her glass of wine. 

“This may be the last time we’re in Virginia--we’re just trying to have a great time.” Ben gripped the kitchen counter, but he knew that Mic already had a response. She was already able to pop back with something that would force him to pull back from Genny. 

“No, we’ll come back to Virginia, but this may be the last time we’re here with Genevieve. It’s the fact that we may do this without Genevieve that is causing this. It’s also the entire reasoning of why this is so wrong.” Michaela stared at him, before reaching out to grasp his arm. “You won’t always be here for each other. There’s too many years between us.”

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[jayankles]

My Grandpa’s Rent

Buy Me a Coffee? or  PayPal Me?

Original post here

Rules...i guess?

$1 will get an aesthetic of your choice with whoever and whatever you want, apart from incest i will create whatever ship you wish

one kofi/ $3 - will get you a drabble

two or more ko-fis/ $6 will be a piece of work for you. You can choose from the prompts provided or you send me a prompt yourself. - you can choose up to three prompts in the same piece of work but it is not a requirement

three or more ko-fis /$9 Will get you a series of your own (min. 3 parts)

If you buy me a coffee leave your tumblr name and send me a message on jayankles (however you want - dm/ask) with a prompt and a pairing

If there is anything you want to know just send me a message. Love you all.x

Pairings (all with female!reader or ofc unless you want ships or male!reader)

SPN - Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles, Sam Winchester, Jared Padalecki, Ruby 2.0, Genevieve Padalecki/Cortese, Danneel Ackles/Harris, Jenneel, Jarevieve

Marvel will be posted over at @peterman-parker -  Thor Odinson,Chris Hemsworth, Scott Lang, Billy Russo, Ben Barnes, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Carol Danvers, Bucky Barnes, Sebastian Stan, Steve Rogers, Chris Evans, Brunnhilde, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker

WWE - Finn Balor, Seth Rollins, Sonya Deville

Misc - Steve McGarrett, Rosa Diaz, Killian Jones, Oliver Queen, Diana Prince, Kara Danvers

Smut/Angst/Fluff - if you send me a kofi/paypal me, you are in charge - you get what ever you want!! 

Please consider donating. It would mean a whole lot to me and my grandpa <3 

Prompts

“You look so beautiful tonight…”

 “I still love you.”

“I’m not good enough for you.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?”

“You’re my favourite pillow.”

“Promise me you’ll come back to me. Promise me I’ll see you again.”

“I’m sorry I’m late. I’m two fucking years late…”

“stop looking at me like that.”

I’m up, I’m up! Hey, whoa, why are you straddling me?

“Who gave you that black eye?”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  

“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

“What’s the saddest word in the English language?”

“I need you to leave ... Get out!”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“I’m late.”

“Here, take my blanket.”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

Your own prompt or situation

a continuation of a fic that you miss!!

[thebetterbear]

Post Modern Art

Escaping Confines of Museum

City, Michael Heizer. Located in Garden Valley, a desert valley in rural Lincoln County in the U.S. state of Nevada. land art sculpture. 1970-2022

Collapsing Boundaries Between High and Low

Curious Kitten watercolor painting is a painting by Svetlana Novikova which was uploaded on February 23rd, 2013.

Rejecting Originality

Andy Warhol 1928–1987. Silkscreen ink and acrylic paint on 2 canvases. 1982

Jouissance

Fred Tomaselli, 2014, 60″ x 84″, photo-collage, leaves, acrylic and resin on wood panel, © 2014, courtesy of James Cohan Gallery and the artist

Working Collaboratively

Meow Wolf. Sept. 13, 2021.

Adam Christopher

Andi Todaro

Ashley Frazier, Michael Sperandeo

Brandan Styles "Bzurk”, Ellie Rusinova

Brian Corrigan

Cal Duran, David Ocelotl Garcia

Cami Galofre

Chris Bagley

Christopher Owen Nelson

Christopher Short

Collin Parson

Corrina Espinosa

Dan Taro

David Farquharson

Dice 51

Douglas A. Schenck “DAS”

Dylan Gebbia-Richards

Frankie Toan

Ian McKenna

Jaime Molina, Pedro Barrios

Jennifer Pettus

Jess Webb

Jodi Stuart, Libby Barbee

Joseph Lamar

Joshua Goss

JUHB.

Justin Camilli

Justin Gitlin aka Cacheflowe

Kalyn Heffernan, Gregg Ziemba

Katy Zimmerman, Erika Wurth

Kia Neill

Kristin Stransky

Laaiaim Mayer

Lauri Lynnxe Murphy

LORDSCIENCE UNIVERSAL

Lumonics

Marjorie Lair, Kyle Vincent Singer

Maya Linke

Myah Sarles

Nicole Banowetz

Nolan Tredway

Ramón Bonilla

Reed Fox, Ben Weirich

Sabin Aell, Randy Rushton

Scott Hildebrandt

Sean Peuquet

Shayna Cohn

Sigrid Sarda

Sofie Birkin

Thomas Scharfenberg

Viviane Le Courtois

Wanderweird

Wynn Earl Buzzell Jr.

Andrew Novick, Pamela Webb, Robert Ayala

bearwarp

Chad Colby, Lexis Loeb, Hayley Kirkman

Charles Kern, Ty Holter, Ben Jackson, Rachel Bilys, Brett Sasine

Demiurge LLC: Joe Riche and Wynn Buzzell

Eriko Tsogo, Jennifer Tsogo, Tsogo Mijid, Batochir Batkhishig

F. Ria Khan, Armon Naein, Blake Gambel, Calvin Logan, Charles Candon, Harrison Bolin, Luke Collier, Maria Deslis, Sky Johnson, Sofia Rubio-Topete

Ladies Fancywork Society

Merhia Wiese, Annabelle Wiese, Maggie Wiese, Eunseo Zoey Kim, Dan Griner

Mike Lustig, Mitch Hoffman, Tim Omspach, Nathan Koral, Evan Beloni, Ryan Elmendorf, Scott Wilson, Charlis Robbins

Molina Speaks, Stevon Lucero, DJ Icewater, Felix "Fast4ward" Ayodele, Diles, Emily Swank

Oren Lomena, Alaine "Skeena" Rodriguez, Alius Hu

Peniel Apantenco, Kim Shively, Colin Richard Ferguson Ward,  (In memoriam)

Sam Caudill, Sean Louis Rove, Juancristobal Hernández

Secret Love Collective: Katy Batsel, Lares Feliciano, Colby Graham, Piper Rose, Frankie Toan, Katy Zimmerman, Lauren Zwicky, Genevieve Waller

The Church of Many: Andrea Thurber, Elsa Carenbauer, Anna Goss, Maddi Waneka and Emily Merlin

Waffle Cone Club: Kyle Vincent Singer, Scott Kreider, Marjorie Lair

Everything is Terrible!

Kevin Bourland

Michael Lujan

Moment Factory

Nina Mastrangelo

Scott Geary, Wayne Geary, Gary Ashkin

Appropriating

Paneel "Rehearsal for an Icon 2001 - Mona Lisa" von Olbinski, Grafikdruck. Digital Print

Hybridizing

Untitled (Studio)2014

Kerry James Marshall

Simulating

Andy Warhol (American, 1928–1987) 1962. Synthetic polymer paint on thirty-two canvases, Each canvas 20 x 16" (50.8 x 40.6 cm). Overall installation with 3" between each panel is 97" high x 163" wide

Mixing Media

Mama, Mummy and Mamma (Predecessors #2)

Njideka Akunyili Crosby. 2014

Layering

Zephyrus Rising, 2022. Acrylic on Acrylic. 32 × 16 × 22 in Duncan McDaniel

Mixing Codes

Recontextualizing

 Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa, 1503-6; On Winnie: Denis Colomb stoles (worn as a headdress, top and sleeves) 

Confronting the Gaze

Harley Quinn in Suicide Squad David Ayer 2016 (left), Harley Quinn in Birds of Prey Cathy Yann 2021 (right)

Facing Abject

Jane Alexander, Butcher Boys, 1985/86, mixed media (Iziko South African National Gallery, Cape Town, photo: Goggins World, CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)

Constructing Identities

Creating Metaphors

Martin Puryear. Ladder for Booker T. Washington, detail, 1996. Installation view at the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth, Texas. 2003

Using Narratives

Damien Hirst The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living, 2013 Lentikulardruck80 x 120 cm

Irony, Parody, Parody Dissonance

A Subtlety, or the Marvelous Sugar Baby (2014). Kara Walker Photo: Andrew Burton/Getty Images