#brittany subject

[lurking-lilibeth]

They end the rotation with another date, this time in a coffee shop at the Plaza.

[shitswiftiessay]

so taylor swift’s new sexual assault apologist bestie brittany mahomes is now being featured on the cover of sports illustrated, bragging about being “unapologetically herself” despite the “haters.”

it’s important to note that she has NEVER been on the cover of a magazine before, she’s posed nude on instagram while pregnant and she’s gotten headlines that way, but people only cared because she was pregnant with a famous football players baby.

now she is “gracing the cover” of sports illustrated and i feel we have taylor swift to blame for this.

because before brittany became “taylor swift’s new bestie”, nobody was writing articles talking about what shoes brittany likes to wear. but now every article about her is calling her “taylor swifts new bestie,” and gushing about their “cute friendship moments,” and she’s appearing on the kelly clarkson show as if she’s some celebrity that people give a fuck about.

and I just wanna say that if taylor and/or her team had anything to do with getting brittany that spot on sports illustrated, then they should be utterly ashamed of themselves, because that photoshoot was an absolute DISASTER that not a single soul on this earth asked for.

[mckinleypowerhour]

[fideidefenswhore]

or, to be extremely clear:

i don't dispute that "no matter Anne���s role in what happened to Mary, it existed, [and] impacted her".

but what has always seemed strange to me is that chapuys' dispatches on the matter are treated as if they are definitive. because we have no corroboration of them (and we don't, despite what weir has claimed-- nothing 'corroborates', there are reports from those such as dr. ortiz, the imperial ambassador to rome, that are relaying what chapuys has already sent him, not corroborating them, as he's not in england himself); the extent of her role is always going to be ambiguous, barring further found evidence on the matter. the only aspect that is definitive is that she was not-- again-- the sole author of mary's treatment, because henry followed an amplified version of the same policy regarding his eldest daughter after anne's execution, and followed it to the extreme.

[gleedreamcasts]

Cabaret

requested by me!

Kurt Hummel as The Emcee

Brittany Pierce as Sally Bowles

Finn Hudson as Cliff Bradshaw

Quinn Fabray as Fräulein Schneider

Blaine Anderson as Herr Schultz

Noah Puckerman as Ernst Ludwig

Rachel Berry as Fraülein Kost

[the-bio-ska]

Conduction on Tour(Tentative Title)

This should have been Lenox’s dream job. A big paying job that carried with it a lot of clout that could really help build up her reputation. A massive step up from fighting in underground cage matches and bouncer gigs in order to help provide for her two younger siblings, where she obtained the horrible nickname the Flying Bear. 

Lenox Xing-Balam is a cambion, a humanoid who has genealogy with demons of the Ars Goetia. Her lineage, as her last name suggested, was that of Balam. The bear part of the implication, giving her bear ears, or at least orange hairy human ears to match her hair. Cambion have a tendency to be villainized due to having demonic origins. Something Lenox sorely recalls after she mutated during the grazing bang. Due to her lineage and being so young when the mutation occurred, she grew fast and by the time she was a teenager she was the height of some adult men.

The job Lenox has now is guarding the pop star Brittany DeBoin, a starlet who despite being around for less than 3 years was already approaching a level of fame it would have taken her predecessors years to achieve. Her music was described by music critics as the odd whimsy of Kate Bush, the chunky layered production of Arca and the pop sensibilities of Kylie Mignoa. To her fans, she was an eclectic, dynamic performer who had not tried to hide from her being influenced by these artists. 

Others saw her as a hodgepodge, with too many ideas and influences muddling her style down. Brittany came from money as well. Not helped that she threw her allegiance behind Cernunos, a god who has had a storied past of sexual deviance.

In other words, she was polarizing.

Not only that, during this trip her two siblings would be staying at a highly regarded and most importantly, highly guarded, boarding school that was all expense paid and had the resources to help her brother Garcia, who has physical disabilities. Helped that she knew one of the seniors at the Academy who would keep an eye on her siblings for her. The cambion could at least guarantee that her siblings would be ok.

Everything should be flawless.

“Lenny!” A high, haughty voice cut through Lenox’s concentration. Not helped by the voice calling her by a nickname she does not like.

“Yes Ms. DeBoin.” Patient and proper. Not unlike a butler that the other voice seemed to think Lenox is.

A tall woman struts up to the woman before her. She is a pale, slim thing with white hair that went to her neck. Wearing jeans and a long sleeve blouse that left her navel exposed, showing her toned stomach. While she was taller than most normal people, Lenox still managed to dwarf her by at least a head’s height. On her face are rectangular sunglasses, meant to provide some kind of mystique. On the backs of her hands were two tattoos of roses. One blue on her right, and a red on her left.

She lowers the sunglasses, so her eyes can be seen by the cambion. Brittany has striking golden eyes with green scales under her eyelids. “Rooms are already set up. You are good to sleep on the sofa. You will have to carry some of my bags down when we leave in two days.”

Lenox furrows her brow. This kind of work is beneath her, guarding the envoy of Cernunnos is already a stressful task. “Why can’t you have the hotel staff bring them down?” Lenox folds her arms and shoots Brittany a look of impatience.

Focusing on her bodyguard’s muscular arms, a smug smile forms. She is sizing her up, thinking of the next way to test her patience. “Some of the staff dropped a few of my bags on the way up here. Some of my fragile things dad bought me.”

Her father, Alfred DeBoin is the pioneering bio-organic surgeon, who has mastered the ability to surgically alter people who were altered after the grazing bang altered their bodies. Being an early follower of the goddess Apolly, the guardian of the god whose body is mined for the material needed, helped immensely. This also put a target on Brittany’s head.

“I will help with 1, maybe 2 bags. Beyond that, the hotel staff will need to help you. I need to make sure I am ready in the chance someone tries to hurt you.”

An expression of realization is plastered on the diva’s face. “Talk about killing my joke. Well, if you want to get out with help with luggage, I guess I will just allow you to resume your duty as my personal magic proof shield.”

Lenox made sure to not dignify that with a response. Remember how she handled her baby sister Lana when she was eight: if you ignore the teasing, it will stop being fun. This proved effective almost immediately, the musician sighed and walks away, losing her source of fun. For now.

[herpsandbirds]

I read somewhere that rain frogs are mostly muscle, is this true? Extremely curious about their anatomy so I'm wondering if you have any insight as to why/how they are so round!

Black Rain Frog (Breviceps fuscus), family Brevicipitidae, endemic to South Africa

photograph by Brittany Raine | Nature ~ Adventure ~ Photography | (@brittle_sees)

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Yes, you are correct, Rain Frogs are actually not altogether that fat... they're just shaped like that. They actually do have quite a lot of muscle mass for their size.

Having a round, compact body seems to allow for better, more efficient, burrowing.

You see, that "fat", round body again and again in different groups of burrowing frogs, like many of the Microhylidae and the Spadefoots. This group of frogs does seem to be the ultimate in roundness though!

For a more technical explanation of how they're structured, check out Mark Scherz's recent post about the subject...

The Travelling Taxonomist - Why are rain frogs so round? What's /inside/ of... (tumblr.com)

Desert Rain Frog (Breviceps macrops), family Brevicipitidae, South Africa

A few herpetologists are now including rain frogs (and their close relatives) in the family Hemisotidae, as the subfamily Brevicipitinae. I am not, though the 2 families are now considered to be very closely related.

photograph by Tyrone Ping Tyrone Ping - Exploring Southern African Herpetofauna

[sunflowerwinds]

falling behind [h.c]

summary: feeling like you’re never going to experience the normal dating experience, you turn to your friend, hazel, to teach you how to kiss. friends help each other out like that, right?

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language and content, hickies (r!recieving), heavy making out, causal dominance from hazel, sort of player!hazel, cocky!hazel, josie & isabel being all over each other, hinting that hazel and birttany are bffs, inexperienced! reader, slight insecure! reader, reader is mentioned to have multiple sisters, hazel being so sweet and reassuring to reader.

word count: 2.6K

a/n: based on this request, by @toritea (i hope you enjoy it! xx) i actually had too much fun writing this. need me a hazel :/ also how am i at over 200 followers already?? you guys are insane. but i love you all for it. enjoy! <3

You were really happy for Josie and Isabel. You really were. You knew Josie had had a massive crush on Isabel for years now and they finally got together. But, it was moments like this where they were making out, borderline about to fuck against your and Josie’s shared dorm room door, that made you want to rip your head right out of your head.

“Okay, guys,” you speak up, trying to reach for the handle that was underneath their hips.

There was a moan at some point and you decided that you were going to Brittany and Hazel’s dorm room since clearly yours and Josie’s was going to be occupied. You backed away and marched down to the almost identical door except Hazel and Brittany’s names were scribbled on the dry-erase board.

You knocked on the door with a sigh, the image of Josie and Isabel still fresh in your mind. The door opened to reveal Hazel with squinted eyes. She had on a gray hoodie with a pair of what you think of boxers or shorts that look similarly to boxers.

“Hey, did I wake you?” You glance at her attire.

“Uh, no, I just woke up from a nap,” Hazel furrowed her brows, “is everything okay?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “Josie and Isabel—“

“Oh, okay, yeah. Come in,” Hazel moved out of the way to let you into the dorm room.

You glanced around the room, smiling at the obvious difference between Brittany and Hazel’s beds. Brittany had one of those neon wall lights of a sun with baby pink and white sheets. Hazel had basic different shades of gray comforters and sheets along with a few throw pillows.

“I love them but my god, they never stop. I was just trying to stop by to change,” you sigh as you walk over to sit on Hazel’s bed.

Hazel smacked her lips together with a shrug, adjusting her hoodie on her head.

“Well, I mean, that’s what it's like to have a girlfriend. It’s the ‘honeymoon’ phase.” Hazel explained before adding, “kissing and fucking is fun, though.”

Your cheeks burn at her words. Being the only person you know to not have any sexual experience—let alone kiss—made you feel like you were falling behind. Sure, it was only freshman year of college, but it didn’t help the longing of wanting to get this sort of shit over with.

Hazel was the one that you envied the most. Or at least, the girls she was hooking up with. After high school, Hazel became a bit of a heartthrob. Brittany had told you about how she had passed by their room sometimes and would hear almost-porn-like moaning and panting. You would be lying too if you said that you’ve never heard these noises too come from their room.

In simple words, Hazel fucks and fucks good.

“Still, I don’t need to see it happen, Haze,” you emphasized.

“Maybe you need to go and get some then,” Hazel remarks with a cheeky grin, walking over to sit across from you on Brittanys bed.

“Um, no. I can’t do that,” you shake your head and hope that she doesn’t press or ask more questions.

Hazel furrows her brows as she watches the way your body language shifts as soon as the subject of sex comes up.

“Why not? You’re gorgeous. I’m sure someone wants to fuck you.” Hazel states as if you should’ve been aware of this.

It was definitely a bit of a confidence booster that Hazel found you attractive.

“Thanks, Haze but it’s not like people are lining up to be with me unlike some people,” your eyes stare into hers, raising your brows. “I wouldn’t even know what to do anyways.”

Hazel tilts her head and purses her lips together, unclear to what you meant. She meant it when she said you were gorgeous. Even now in your day to day outfits of tees and baby tanks with jean shorts. She’s always thought this way about you but had to push it deep down to keep your friendship intact.

“Wait, have you not…?” Hazel trailed off to see what the limit was of experience that you may or may not have had.

“I’m a virgin and have never even kissed anyone before except for, like, once in 4th grade over a dare,” you spat out, feeling the ever most embarrassed.

The question made you irritated. Why? You couldn’t tell the exact reason but it was definitely a combination of stress and lack of sexual activity.

“Hey, hey,” Hazel stood up and off Brittany's bed to sit next to you on her bed. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you know?”

“No, I know that. It’s just annoying sometimes to not have someone in that romantic way.” You tell her with a forced grin.

Hazel nods in agreement. Silence takes over you two until you get an idea. It was risky and could possibly change everything about your relationship with Hazel if she says yes.

“Haze? Can you,” you sigh and look at her slowly, “can you teach me how to kiss?”

You wince as you prepare for the immediate rejection from Hazel.

“You want me to teach you?” Hazel adjusts her position on her bed so that she has one leg curled on the mattress and the other hanging off.

“Well, yeah, if that’s okay. I know you’ve been with a lot more girls than I have so I assume you know what you’re doing,” you state simply, blushing at the memories of the muffled moaning you’ve heard through the door.

Hazel chuckled at your words, removing her hood from her bed head. You watch her carefully, all of a sudden aware of every move you both made. You took notice of her chains that rested at the bottom of her throat probably from being tossed in her sleep.

“Are you sure? Like, 100%?”

You nod, eyes flickering to her lips. Hazel had done the same and scooted back from you as she was 10 seconds away from kissing you feverishly, but she had to hold back. You had never kissed before, she reminded herself.

“Okay, well, the first thing is comfortability. Are you comfortable sitting like this?” Hazel motioned around you two.

You think about it for a moment before questioning: “Is there a better way to sit when kissing?”

“Some girls like to sit on my lap, some like me to be sort of hovering over them. Even like, laying down and we’re making out is always comfortable too,” Hazel explains, all of a sudden feeling very nervous talking about all of the things she’s done with these girls that weren’t you.

You contemplate for a moment, mentally trying to ignore how Hazel had said ‘some girls.’ It just reminded you that this can only be a ‘friends helping friends’ situation. Laying down might be comfortable but to you, that sounded like a more experienced position. The idea of Hazel hovering over you would cause you to go actually insane.

“Can I be on your lap? I-If that’s okay?” You ask, glancing down to look at Hazel’s lap.

“Yeah, yeah, just— yeah,” she began to adjust herself so that her upper back was up against the headboard with her legs spread out. “C’mere, honey.”

You’re a horny idiot, you scold yourself internally as you inch over to Hazel, your thighs straddling her upper thighs. Her hands rest respectfully on your lower thighs, just above your knees.

This position felt so intimate now that you were here. You could see every speck of blue in her eyes and the slight bags from lack of sleep. You could just stare at Hazel like this and be content.

“You okay?” Her voice is gentle.

“Yeah, just a little nervous,” you admit truthfully.

“I get it, it's okay. Nothing’s wrong with being a little nervous,” she reassures you and the way she was rubbing her thumbs across the bare skin makes your head fuzzy. “Just take a deep breath in and out a few times.”

You do as she asks of you, your previous rapid heartbeat coming to a decrease in speed. Hazel seems to take notice of your chest slowing down.

“There you go. Good. That’s good, honey.”

Hazel praised you, a rush flooding to your brain. You gave her a shy smile as you tried to focus on what the whole point of this was. Kissing.

That’s it. It’s just kissing.

“So, now what?” You hum, fiddling with the end of Hazel’s gray hoodie.

“Let’s do one so I can see how you kiss.” Hazel rose a hand to cup your cheek, watching your breath hitch ever so slightly.

“Okay.”

“Don’t worry about kissing ‘bad’, okay? Go with the flow,” she reassures you once again.

You nod, muttering one final ‘okay’. Hazel leans her face towards yours, slightly brushing her lips against yours. From this soft touch alone, you could tell that you were going to fuck this up. Hazel closed the gap by tugging you by your cheek, locking your lips together.

You attempt to follow her slow rhythm as your hands grip onto the cotton of Hazel’s hoodie. This is going well, you think until Hazel pulls away. You instinctively try to chase her lips, but she chuckles softly at your attempt. Her hot breath brushes past your own slightly parted mouth.

“Getting eager, huh?” She teases, brushing her nose against yours.

“Shut up.” Your cheeks flush at her words.

That same flush spread to your chest and the depths of your stomach. All you wanted to do was jump her bones. Now, you understood why she had girls moaning so loud that there would be complaints from the neighboring peers.

“You did good, though. You really don’t have anything to worry about.” Hazel patted the side of your thigh like it was nothing.

“Really?” You furrow your brows, confused as to how you who had no experience could actually kiss well.

“Mhmm. I don’t think you have anything to worry about, honey. You’re a natural,” she glanced down at your lips with a smile.

“What about, like, making out? Like with tongue?” You were really pushing your luck now. There’s no way she was going to agree to doing more than just basic French kissing.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a little more complicated. There is such a thing as too much tongue. That’s how people get mono. It also just feels fucking gross.” Hazel explains with a grimace.

You copy her disgusted face as one of your sisters had gotten mono before and she couldn’t properly swallow anything for about a week. You remember her constant complaining, saying that she wouldn’t kiss anyone for the next year.

The following month she had gotten a boyfriend so clearly, she was a shit-faced liar.

“Yeah, that’s what I’ve heard,” you reply back with an awkward chuckle.

“That’s a worse-case scenario, though. It’s supposed to feel good like everything else that’s as intimate as this,” Hazel is quick to reassure you, her hands squeezing and rubbing at your thighs.

“Right. Got it. So, how is ‘good making out’ supposed to feel?” You held up your fingers to copy the quote motion. “I’ve heard you’re mind blowing at it so…”

“You really are boosting my ego here, honey,” Hazel shook her head slightly as if she was being bashful about her experience. Her cocky ass smile said otherwise.

“Like it wasn’t already up there,” you quipped back with a pointed look but your lips were curling into a giddy smile.

“Y’know we can’t make out when we talk, right?”

Hazel’s painfully attractive smirk forms on her lips.

Her hands grasp onto your waist, her thumbs digging into your lower ribs. The cold feeling of her silver rings caused you to gasp as her lips were against yours once again.

You hum against her lips, your hands cupping both sides of her face. From what you’ve seen in movies and shows, usually there’d be a hand through someone’s hair. You test it out and run one hand up the back of Hazel’s head, her soft hairs brushing in between your fingers.

Hazel’s tongue swipes past your bottom lip and you try to welcome it into your mouth. It feels… weird at first but when Hazel tugs you in closer with her tight grip, it heightens the pleasure for you. You suck on her tongue for just a moment before letting her take the reins once again.

You feel her pull away and you think she’s going to say that you did something wrong. No, her lips begin to trail down to your jaw. She made sure to leave a hot kiss on your cheek and jaw before latching yourself onto your neck.

You pant softly, a soft whine leaving your lips. Hazel’s tongue peeked out to lick across a sensitive spot on your neck that you didn’t even know about. How the fuck did she figure that out? She rolled the skin in between her lips and sucked softly.

“Haze,” you breathe out as you tilt your neck back.

This pulled Hazel out of her hungry-lust driven state. She didn’t ask if she could do that. You didn’t ask for a hickey. Fuck.

Hazel paused her movements, detaching herself from your neck. The skin glistened slightly with spit, highlighting the deepening blush color that had raised to your skin.

“Oh, fuck. Shit, I’m sorry,” Hazel rushed out as she examined the forming hickey.

“What? What is it?” You furrow your brows in a panic as well.

“This is gonna be a dark hickey later. Fuck, honey,” her thumb rubbed over the raw skin.

You stay silent. You didn’t want to admit that being covered in her hickies was something that you’ve wanted for a while now. Just friends, you reminded yourself. Just friends.

“It’s okay. I liked how it felt.” You suck in a deep breath, trying to calm your rapid heart rate.

Hazel’s alluring blue eyes flicker from the spot on your neck to your flushed face. It took everything in her to hold back the urge to kiss over it as an apology for what she did.

“Still, it’s not what you had asked to do. I should’ve,” Hazel paused to remove her hands from your waist. You already missed the warmth dearly. “I should’ve asked first.”

“Haze, it’s really okay. I felt…” Horny. Just horny. Desperate. Horny for a third time.

“Good?” She answered for you as you still hadn’t said anything.

You hadn’t realized that you had paused in real life instead of just in your head.

“Yeah, yeah, good. I promise,” you tell her with a soft smile.

“Well, it sounded like it was good,” Hazel quipped with a cocky smirk on her face before smacking her clothed shoulder.

“God, I’m regretting this already,” you half-lie.

You regret asking Hazel to be the one to teach you but you don’t regret her kissing you and giving you a hickey.

Oh, god.

How were you going to explain the dark mark on your neck to everyone? You never curled your hair so it’s not like a burn could be an excuse.

You were about to ask Hazel how you were going to cover it up when the door opened. Brittany stood at the door sporting a cropped black tank with a gemmed red heart and a pair of low-rise blue jeans. Her brows raised at the sight of you and Hazel before she pursed her lips to hide her obvious smile that was creeping onto her lips.

“I’ll just come back later,” Brittany gave Hazel a look that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Okay so everyone but Brittany.

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[sirfrogsworth]

Froggie's Birthday Retrospective

My birthday was Tuesday, July 30th.

I turned 43.

And I was unconscious for most of it.

I started a new dose of medication and it did not go well. I was quite sick. I have been out of commission for most of this week and was unable to celebrate my birthday with all of my friends.

I was feeling pretty bummed so I decided to look back at pictures of my past few birthdays and hoped nostalgia would make me feel better.

And it did.

But you can never seem to get the sweet without the bitter when grief is involved. Despite the happy feelings, it was also a huge reminder of what I lost. And it made me really miss Otis and my parents.

These are such joyous memories and I am so grateful I was learning photography and was eager to document everything in my life. And I decided to re-edit all of the photos with my current skills and I think they turned out pretty well. So I'm going to share them with you and we can all celebrate my birthday virtually.

We start with me and Otis in our birthday headgear.

And here is The FrogMom joining in.

Seems I got a few presents that year.

But no present can top a corgi trying to sneak attack with an ear licking.

The next year I ordered some cool Batman birthday hats.

I did not get cool Batman birthday hats.

I was a little grumpy about that.

"Otis, we are doing our grumpy face!" "But I wanna be a pretty princess." "Okay, but will you do a grumpy face first?"

Mom and Otis had a pretty special relationship. And seeing them together always tugs at the heartstrings.

My good friends Sarajane and Erin came over for a birthday dinner.

And I was trying out a new photography apparatus to help me get better portraits. Something called a "tri-reflector."

So naturally I needed some test subjects volunteers.

I didn't really know how to use it properly, so it mostly just made their necks brighter, but I got a few good shots.

Sarajane made me one of my all time favorite gifts...

A Jayne hat!

And another, tinier Jayne hat!

Let's see if we can get Otis to wear that.

Nope.

Let's try one more time.

You know what, I'll just wear the tiny Jayne hat.

Everyone must wear a Jayne hat!

"Hey Dad!"

"Are you really asleep?"

"LIAR!"

The next year, my good friend Brittany joined the fun. And someone gave her a knife for some reason.

And my dad got very serious. So I used my very serious LUT on the photo.

Such deep thoughts.

Deep thoughts concluded.

Deactivate serious LUT.

My friend Ryan came across the country to watch me blow out a candle.

Just so you know, I am not a 1 year old in this picture.

My mom found this in a drawer somewhere. It was the only birthday candle she had.

And then the next year it was just Brittany and Erin and Otis. We had a pizza party.

I asked them to do a Renaissance pose.

And then ruin it.

Renaissance pose...

And then ruin it...

I've had some pretty good birthdays with amazing family and friends. And I am grateful for those memories.

And I do plan to redo my birthday when I am feeling better. Perhaps I will finally try a real sushi restaurant instead of just getting it at Sam's.

In any case, if you are inclined to get me something for my birthday, I have an Amazon wishlist.

Froggie's Amazon Wishlist

I also am trying to build a new photography studio upstairs, and if you would rather help with that, these are some things I could use.

Froggie's Photography Wishlist

And I also have a PayPal and Venmo if that is easier.

PayPal

Venmo

[lurking-lilibeth]

Jill hosts a New Year's pool toga party, but it's honestly kinda lame....

[writingquestionsanswered]

Anonymous asked: Sorry if this is a stupid question, but is it okay if I just say fuck it and write something "poorly written" on purpose?

[Ask edited for length]

I'm going to try to tackle this question in parts, because it's actually a quite good question with a complex answer. So, bear with me...

The answer to "is it okay to write something 'poorly written' depends on two things: the chosen definition of "poorly written" and your intentions with the work.

Defining "Poorly Written" - What does and doesn't qualify as "poorly written" is largely subjective, meaning that it's different for everyone and every situation. There are certainly things that fall into a more objective category... like, if your work is riddled with typos and bad grammar, that will be broadly seen as "bad writing." But, just because a few people say something on the internet doesn't make it broadly true. When you see advice on the internet like "if your character holds important information back from the reader until the end, that's bad writing," don't just assume that's true. Dig into it. Research it. Verify it on multiple reliable sources. If you can find that same advice coming from multiple reliable sources (see below) it's probably broadly true and something you should strongly consider if you want your work to be broadly successful. You can break a "rule" here and there, but be mindful about it.

Some of my favorite reliable sources for writing advice: K.M. Weiland/Helping Writers Become Authors, Joanna Penn/The Creative Penn, Writers Helping Writers/Angela Ackerman/Becca Puglisi, Jane Friedman, Advanced Fiction Writing, Chuck Wendig/Terribleminds, Kristen Kieffer/Well-Storied, Mignon Fogarty/Grammar Girl, Nathan Bransford, Abbie Emmons/Make Your Story Matter, Bethany Atazadeh, Brittany Wang

Your Intentions with the work: obviously, if you're writing for yourself or a small group of friends, just for fun and entertainment, do what you want. If you're writing with the intention of publishing and you want your work to do well, you do need to mostly stick to the "rules" that are known to work on broad levels.

The reason you see advice like, "all dialogue should serve a purpose," is because it's understood that broadly-speaking, most readers don't enjoy dialogue that is obviously fluff and serves no purpose, for the same reason that your eyes glaze over when you're in a group of friends and someone starts telling a long and irrelevant story about some minor inconvenience they had the other day. People don't like their time being wasted, and if you force your reader to read two pages of your characters having a completely irrelevant conversation about fashion, you're going to lose the reader's interest.

I see a lot of advice like, "If your characters know important information that they don't tell the audience until the end, that's bad writing..."

Part of the problem with advice that you see from random people on the internet is that, quite often, they see a bit of broad and reliable advice, but when they repeat it, they strip it of a lot of the additional information that makes it true. This bit of "advice" is a great example of that, because there's a lot of detail missing. For example, having a character withhold information from the reader is fine to a degree (this is called an unreliable narrator), but there needs to be some indication early on that the reader isn't getting the whole story. There need to be other clues the reader can pick up on throughout the story that makes them question whether or not they're getting the whole truth from the reader. Otherwise it comes off like the writer dropped it into the story at the very end for convenience or drama's sake.

Others I've seen are "If your character has a backstory that's not 100% relevent to the plot, you need to cut it"

Stories can be plot-driven (more about the plot than the characters), character-driven (more about the characters than the plot), or a combination of both (where both have equal importance.)

If you're writing a story that is partially or fully character-driven, who your character is--and how they got to be that person--is one of the most important aspects of the story. Not only because it helps the reader understand why your character is where they are when the story starts and why things need to change, but it helps explain why they make the decisions they make, who and what's important to them, why it's important for them to reach their goal, and gives us a starting point for how they're going to change throughout the story. It's their backstory that is going to build all of that up for the reader.

Backstory explains your character's important life experiences up to the start of the story. So, there is no point in going into detail about the two years your character lived on a beach in New Zealand if that experience didn't play a role in who they are at the start of the story. It just becomes useless information that serves no purpose and clutters up the story for the reader.

Or "Here's why this trope is boring and overdone and why you should remove it"

Advice about tropes and cliches are often opinion-based, because for every person who says "love triangles are dumb and here's why you shouldn't do them" you'll find people who say "I only read books featuring love triangles."

The key thing to remember with tropes is that when you read they're tired and overdone (which makes them cliches), it's fine to use them, just find a way to put a new spin on them. Find out how the trope is typically used and do something different.

And now I just feel awful. I feel like the entire premise of my story is just complete trash and I need to scrap it and start over. I feel like I need to remove everything that I actually want in a story so that it's "correct".

You definitely don't need to do that. Again, take random internet advice with a grain of salt. If it's something you're really concerned about, try to verify it on multiple reliable sites. If you can't, you're probably fine. If you can, those sites will probably also offer alternatives or ways you can fix the problem.

I'm self publishing, does it actually matter?

YES. FULL STOP.

If you are planning to self-publish but are not going to take the time to make sure you're putting the best book out there you can, you are only hurting legitimate self-published authors who do put in the effort to make sure they're putting out their best work.

Having said that...

Will people really read my story and go, "Oh dear, these characters didn't just pop into existence as soon as the plot started! They actually existed and did things before the story takes place!?

No, probably not, but that's because this is a really dramatic interpretation of the advice that backstory should be relevant.

Again, the reader doesn't give two shits that your character spent a year backpacking through the Alps unless that experience played a role in who they are when the story begins. If they had good or bad experiences during that trip, learned things, met people who matter later, etc., then that becomes plot relevant. But, if you can remove this bit of backstory from the story completely and it has no impact on who the character is or the reader's understanding of the character, then it doesn't belong there. Period. Again, the reader doesn't want to have their time wasted, so they don't want to read story after story of your character's time in the Alps if it doesn't matter.

Or "Look, and now they're having a silly conversation and talking to each to her about things unrelated to the plot! And that guy has a pet cat that's never used for anything! This is awful, poorly written trash!"

Again, this is an overly dramatic interpretation of the very solid advice that dialogue needs to matter.

That doesn't mean that every single word uttered needs to be blatantly plot-relevant, but truly, broadly-speaking, readers don't want to read an eight-paragraph argument about which pizza place has better pizza in your character's town unless this argument is in some way relevant to the story. You may be an exception to that rule... you may love to read stories that meander and have a lot of fluffy dialogue and pointless scenes, but you're in the minority, and in that case, you might be better off posting your work to someplace like your blog or Wattpad where you can use tags to find the small segment of other readers who like to read original fiction fluff.

But... the bottom line is that I don't think your story is in as bad of shape (broadly-speaking) as you think it is. Writing advice can feel very, very personal, especially when we see it from randos in internet threads who can't tell the difference between fact and opinion. So, don't take it to heart. Do some research on reliable sites, and if you can't find a bit of advice mentioned, it's probably nothing to worry about. If it is mentioned, they're probably going to tell you how to fix it without scrapping everything you've already written.

Truly, no worries! ♥

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[s0ftb1tch12]

i may not be able to write out actual fanfic but i can put out ideas that scratch my brain and make me scream into the void

SO

being hazel callahan’s passenger princess and going on night drives when you both can’t sleep

going to zoos and aquariums where she rambles out fun facts on her favourite animals

staring at the chains around her neck so often she notices and buys you matching ones (same thing with rings, even better if they’re from brittany’s jewelry business)

movie marathon dates under a blanket fort complete with fairy lights, fluffy blankets, and snacks

fidgeting with each other’s hands while having long talks about whatever

i’m a FIRM believer in cocky!hazel after a few months of dating. once she knows you’ll stick with her for the long run, she’s not as nervous and acts more flirty (lingering touches, cheesier words, etc)

she may not be able to cook but she’ll surely try and learn your favorite foods (i think she’s more of a baker since baking is kinda like chemistry and we all know how she feels about explosive reactions)

on that note, i do believe she’s top of her class in chemistry or physics (thinking about her tutoring you in those subjects but those study dates eventually lead to makeout sessions)

that kiss scene towards the end of the movie and the fact that she wears rings really inspired me,,, y’all know where this is going probably (i NEED someone to write this desperately because i ain’t seen it anywhere and i’m down BAD)

literally any member of band!gf x loser!gf (i’m talking bassists, guitarists, drummers, lead singers)

those fics with cheerleader gf x loser gf !!! smth i haven’t seen with this trope yet is cheerleader gf surprising her with her strength, carrying her princess style

goth!gf x nerd!gf: her letting you do her eyeliner like yours, sitting in her lap as she lies down (like this 😩)

bimbo!gf x loser!gf: your average oblivious hyperfem with her awkward masc relationship, even better if bimbo!gf wears heels often so she’s taller than hazel who is at perfect height for forehead kisses (usually leaving lipstick marks that she doesn’t notice until pj basically screams and points at it)

hazel carrying a bunch of chapstick or hair ties in her backpack in case her gf forgets hers

thrifting dates because slow fashion is important

as a sanrio girlie, i think hazel would love pompompurin and his little hat

hazel acts kinda like a little golden retriever so she would definitely get along will with dogs but i like to think she’s a cat person, cats fucking LOVE her and she is always feeding the strays on her block

hazel is a tea girlie and yes she does have fun facts about them (chamomile became v important after her parents divorce)

hazel likes simulation games like stardew valley and role playing games like baldur’s gate (she spends hours making her character) (yes this is self indulgent because i love bg3)

she loves handmade gifts; make this baby a mug, crochet her a sweater, paint her a picture and she will melt

soooooo many trinkets on her shelves (god i wish we saw her room in the movie)

she def has a less common pet (reptiles, bugs, rodents [like ferrets])

a bird would be nice for hazel if i’m being honest, she talks to it everyday but especially after a bad day (like when pj dismisses whatever cool thing she wants to talk about at lunch and changes the topic by talking over her)

idk what else to say rn but best believe that my brain will rot again because the gay shit will not be going away any time soon

[godsfavdarling]

14 yearning hearts

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Spencer and Brittany have a talk about their sex life

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: smut (no condom sex, fingering, oral - female receiving), a little bit of anxiety but it all ends well! so also a bit of fluff!

words: 4k (just smut pretty much, idk how that happened?)

His head tilted back in sheer bliss as waves of pleasure washed over him.

His dick throbbed painfully hard with each slap against her pussy, sending shudders of pleasure through his entire body. Her eyes dilated, gasping now, barely able to restrain herself. She maintained a steady pace, allowing him to lay beneath her with his hands on her thighs, while she gripped his waist for support.

Brittany bounced on his dick, her senses heightened by the alcohol coursing through her veins. Euphoric bliss enveloped her, causing her to close her eyes tightly as tears of pleasure streamed down her face. Silent screams of ecstasy forced her jaw open, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

With a loud groan, Spencer's stomach tightened as he climaxed inside of her, triggering her own orgasm in response. They both spiraled into a blissful high of pure ecstasy, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

Brittany continued to move, prolonging their shared euphoria.

As she finally slowed down and leaned in to kiss him before quickly standing up and disappearing into the bathroom, Spencer felt a pang of longing wash over him.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He longed to hold her close, to revel in the intimacy they had just shared. 

Yet, as he lay there alone, he couldn't shake off the nagging question that lingered in his mind—did Brittany not want him to hold her?

This wasn't the first time Spencer had noticed Brittany's reluctance to engage in post-coital cuddling. While he understood that everyone had their own preferences when it came to physical affection, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to it.

As he pondered over their dynamic, another thought crept into Spencer's mind—Brittany always seemed to take charge in their relationship. From initiating intimacy to making plans, she exuded confidence and assertiveness in everything she did. And while Spencer admired her independence, a part of him couldn't help but feel like he should be doing more.

Was he not attentive enough? Did Brittany feel like he wasn't pulling his weight in their relationship? 

These thoughts gnawed at Spencer, filling him with a sense of unease and self-doubt.

When Brittany returned to the room, Spencer couldn't help but notice the way she moved with purpose, her confidence shining through even in the dim light.

“Is everything okay?" Brittany asked, her brow furrowing with concern as she studied Spencer's troubled expression.

"Yeah," he replied, though his voice lacked its usual confidence, betraying the turmoil swirling within him.

"Spencer… come on. Talk to me. Did I do something wrong?" Brittany's eyes searched his face, searching for any hint of what might be bothering him.

"No, you're perfect," he assured her, though his words seemed to hang in the air with uncertainty.

Brittany draped her robe around her shoulders, her movements slow and deliberate as she settled beside him, her eyes never leaving his troubled gaze.

He sighed, knowing she wouldn't let it go. "I… I can't help but wonder… um… do you not want me to hold you…?"

Spencer's voice trailed off, his words heavy with unspoken uncertainty as he broached the delicate subject. He could feel Brittany's eyes on him, searching his face for any hint of what might be bothering him.

"What?" she asked softly, her brow furrowing with concern as she studied his troubled expression.

"After we're done," Spencer began, his voice tinged with hesitancy as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. "You always… very quickly get up, and I… wonder if affection afterwards is something you're not interested in or…"

Brittany's eyes widened in surprise at Spencer's question, her expression softening with understanding as she processed his words. She reached out, gently touching his arm in reassurance, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Oh, Spencer," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "It's not that… I’m sorry. It's just... sometimes I get caught up in my own head, you know?"

Spencer nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his features as he absorbed her words. "Yeah, I understand," he murmured, his tension easing slightly.

"I'm sorry. We can change that. Would you like it if we... cuddled afterwards?"

His heart skipped a beat at the offer, a warmth spreading through him at the thought of holding her close. "If you want that… I’d like to… hold you," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

A soft smile graced Brittany's lips as she nodded, her eyes shimmering with affection. "You can. It's just… I'm not used to it, I suppose… I can't remember when was the last time I had sex with someone I truly cared about. And I'm not interested in strangers hugging me and holding me… But you can. I’d love that… I can hold you too."

"It's okay," Spencer reassured her, his heart swelling with gratitude for her honesty and vulnerability.

"I'm happy you told me," Brittany said softly as she settled beside him, her warmth enveloping him in a comforting embrace.

As they lay together in the quiet intimacy of the moment, Spencer's mind raced with thoughts and emotions, his heart heavy with unspoken words and desires.

He knew they needed to talk, to lay bare their hopes, fears, and desires, but the words remained lodged in his throat, elusive and unspoken.

"Spencer…" Brittany's gentle voice broke through his thoughts, drawing his attention to her, her eyes searching his with unwavering intensity. "Maybe we should talk… I suppose we never did that. Things just happened…"

The weight of her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications, and Spencer felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he struggled to find the right words.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he met her gaze, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Well… we never discussed our preferences," Brittany explained, her voice soft and tentative as she broached the subject.

"Yeah… I guess we didn't," Spencer replied, his tone tinged with uncertainty as he considered her words.

"So… what do you like about our sex life?" Brittany asked, her eyes searching his with a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability.

"I like everything," Spencer replied, his voice filled with sincerity as he met her gaze, his heart swelling with affection for her.

"Okay… What do you not like?" Brittany probed gently, her voice soft and reassuring as she encouraged him to open up.

"Nothing," Spencer replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he met her gaze, his eyes shining with affection.

"Okay…" Brittany's expression softened with understanding as she sensed his discomfort, her heart aching with a desire to ease his worries and fears. "Do you like it when I go down on you?"

"Yeah," Spencer replied, his cheeks flushing slightly as he met her gaze, his heart racing with anticipation.

"Okay. Do you like going down on me?" Brittany asked, her voice soft and tentative as she broached the subject.

"Yes. Very much," Spencer replied, his voice filled with sincerity as he met her gaze, his heart swelling with affection for her.

"Do you like when I'm on top?" Brittany asked, her voice soft and vulnerable as she broached the subject.

"Yeah," Spencer replied, his voice tinged with desire as he met her gaze, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation.

As Brittany began to think of more questions, Spencer sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as he struggled to find the right words. The intimacy of their conversation weighed heavily on him, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions and desires that he struggled to articulate.

"What? Please talk to me, Spencer," Brittany pleaded, her voice filled with concern and affection as she reached out to him, her touch gentle and reassuring.

"I like everything. I love it. I think you're incredible…" Spencer began, his voice filled with sincerity as he met her gaze, his eyes shining with affection and desire.

"But?" Brittany prompted gently, her heart aching with a desire to understand and comfort him.

"There's no 'but.' I'm just… oh God. This is embarrassing," Spencer admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly as he met her gaze, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation and vulnerability.

"No, it's not. Please tell me. You can tell me anything. We can try and change anything you want," Brittany reassured him, her voice soft and gentle as she reached out to him, her touch filled with warmth and affection.

Spencer's voice trembled with vulnerability as he poured out his insecurities. "I… feel like I'm trying to do everything I can to make you happy. But... but it's hard for me sometimes. You're always so confident, so sure of yourself. And I... I've never been in a proper relationship before. I don't know what I'm doing half the time. What I'm trying to say, I suppose, is… I'm not as experienced as you, and it scares me… What if I'm not enough for you? What if I… can't give you what you need?"

His words hung heavy in the air as Spencer looked into Brittany's eyes, his heart laid bare before her. He could see the understanding and compassion in her gaze, but it did little to ease the gnawing doubt that consumed him. Brittany's heart sank at his words. She reached out, gently taking his hand in hers, offering him silent reassurance and support.

"Spencer…" her voice was soft, her touch gentle as she reached out to caress his cheek. "You are absolutely perfect! You are more than enough for me. I don't care about what you have done with others and how many times. Yeah… I may be more experienced in some ways, but that doesn't matter to me. I don’t care."

Spencer felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. "But I want to be able to give you everything," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be the one who takes care of you, who makes you happy. But I… I don’t think I know how."

Brittany's eyes softened with compassion as she pulled him into a comforting embrace. "Spencer," she murmured against his chest, her words a soothing balm to his wounded soul. "You already do. You make me very happy! Please don’t think you are not enough for me. Don't ever think that,” Brittany reassured him, her voice soft and filled with sincerity as she gazed into his eyes.

“And as for being in charge... Well, we can change that. We can figure this out together. I don't mind you taking charge if that's something you’re worried about,” she offered, her tone gentle and reassuring.

“I like you being in charge. It’s just... I feel like I'm not doing anything,” Spencer admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Okay… listen… just because I take the lead sometimes doesn't mean you're not doing anything. Your presence, your enthusiasm, and your responsiveness—they are all very important. 

And you are perfect… I want us to explore together. I want to find what works best for both of us. What you desire and need is just as important as what I want. And I'm here. I'm here to listen and adapt. We can talk about anything, Spencer. Anything you want,” Brittany assured him, her words filled with love and understanding.

“Okay. Thanks,” Spencer replied, a sense of relief washing over him.

They shared a tender kiss, their lips meeting in a silent affirmation of their connection.

“What do you like?” Spencer asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“I like everything. I don't know,” Brittany admitted, her voice trailing off slightly as she pondered his question.

“What do you like the most? What turns you on?” Spencer inquired, his gaze intense as he searched her eyes for answers.

"I like hearing you. I like it when you fall apart because of me," 

As Brittany whispered, her voice laced with desire as she traced a finger along Spencer's jawline, a spark ignited between them, igniting a fiery passion. 

With a soft sigh, Spencer leaned into her touch, his own desire mirroring hers as he caressed her cheek, his fingertips tracing the curve of her lips.

Their lips met in a heated kiss. Spencer's hands found their way to Brittany's waist, pulling her closer as their bodies molded together. With each brush of their lips, the tension between them grew.

Their kisses deepened, becoming more urgent and desperate.

Breathless and flushed, they finally pulled apart, their chests rising and falling in unison as they struggled to catch their breath. Their eyes met, dark and filled with an unspoken longing that echoed between them.

"How about... another round?" she said, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as she caressed his cheek. Spencer's heart skipped a beat at her suggestion, a rush of craving flooding through him at the thought of losing himself in her once more.

Without hesitation, he leaned in to capture her lips in a fervent, passionate kiss. Their mouths melded together in a symphony of longing and need, their tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm that set their bodies ablaze.

As the intensity of their kiss deepened, Spencer felt Brittany's hands roaming over his body, igniting sparks of electricity wherever they touched. 

With a gentle yet firm push, he guided her, until she found herself lying on the bed on her back, Spencer hovering above her with a look of raw hunger in his eyes.

Their gazes locked, each silently urging the other to surrender to the intoxicating pull of their passion. With trembling hands, Spencer leaned down to claim Brittany's lips once more, his touch igniting a firestorm within her.

Brittany moaned softly against his lips, her body arching up to meet his as their kiss deepened. With a primal growl, Spencer pressed his body against hers.

As he trailed kisses down Brittany's jawline and neck, his lips left a trail of fire in their wake, leaving her skin with a searing heat. With each tender touch, Brittany's breath hitched in her throat, her pulse quickening.

Sensing her response, Spencer's hands moved to the tie of her robe, fingers deftly undoing the knot with practiced ease. The fabric fell away, revealing the smooth curves of her body bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window.

Brittany's heart raced with excitement as Spencer's gaze roamed over her exposed form, drinking in every inch of her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. 

In that moment, she felt utterly vulnerable yet strangely empowered, as if every nerve ending in her body was alive with electricity.

He hummed as he dipped his mouth to her collarbone, savoring the sensation of her soft skin beneath his lips. With a gentle touch, he traced his tongue along her delicate curves.

As he caressed her left breast, he could feel her heartbeat quicken beneath his fingertips. With a soft grip, he teased her sensitive flesh, relishing in the way she arched her back in response. 

Moving slowly, he trailed warm kisses along her chest, pausing to pay homage to her hardened nipple with his tongue.

She responded with a melody of soft moans, her body arching towards him again in silent invitation. With a hum of satisfaction, he continued his ministrations, alternating between each breast as he lavished them with attention.

He played with her nipple, flicking his thumb back and forth, relishing the way she squirmed beneath his touch. With a hunger that seemed insatiable, he switched his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he slipped his free arm under her back.

Feeling his arousal intensify with each passing moment, he focused on pleasuring her breasts, his cock growing harder and tighter with every second. He felt her delicate hand trailing down his shoulder blade.

A groan escaped his lips as he reluctantly pulled away from her breast, guiding his kisses down to the valley between them, slipping his tongue along her skin. 

He gently took hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head, a silent invitation for her to surrender to him completely. Their eyes met in a silent exchange of desire, the air thick with anticipation as they indulged in the pleasure of each other's touch.

He resumed his exploration, gently nipping at her stomach, leaving a small mark imprinted on her skin as he continued his sensual journey. With each inhale and exhale, his chest rose and fell in rhythm with hers, his hand trailing up her thigh, causing her skin to shudder.

She cursed under her breath. How desperately she wanted him to take her right there, right then. The neediness she felt embarrassed her, but she couldn't deny the raw hunger that consumed her.

With a soft hum, he gazed down at her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body before meeting her gaze once more. With cautiousness born of reverence, he dipped his head lower, his breath teasing her sensitive clit as she gasped in pleasure.

Using his hands to spread her legs wide, he positioned himself between them, preparing to take her to new heights of ecstasy. She threw her head back against the pillow, her back arching as her fingers twitched above her head.

Focusing his attention on flicking his tongue over her clit, he held her hips firmly, adjusting the angle to find the perfect spot to send her soaring. Each movement of his tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building her arousal to dizzying heights.

He devoured her with a hunger that bordered on primal, savoring her taste and scent as if she were the most exquisite delicacy. 

With each flick of his tongue, each teasing caress, he drove her closer to the edge of bliss. She found herself unable to contain her vocalizations, her moans and mewls escaping her lips in a symphony of pleasure.

As he shut his eyes tightly, shutting out the world around them, he focused solely on her, on the sensations coursing through her body. With deliberate care, he inserted his finger inside her, feeling her walls clamp around him in response. He began to thrust slowly, methodically, ensuring she was wet enough to take him fully.

Her hand flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held on for dear life. She bit her lip in a futile attempt to stifle her moans, but they bubbled up from deep within her, escaping in a torrent of ecstasy. He drank up her essence eagerly, adding another finger inside her to increase her pleasure.

Despite her grinding hips and desperate pleas for release, he maintained his pace, intent on prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible. With each brush against her sweet spot, he felt her arousal building, her body trembling.

"Fuck, Spencer!" Her voice was a desperate plea, a mantra of desire as she felt her orgasm building, surging through her with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming. 

She tightened her grip on his hair, pulling him closer as she rode the wave of ecstasy crashing over her.

Her stomach twisted in knots as her orgasm peaked, her body convulsing with pleasure as she gave in to the overwhelming sensation. Her walls clenched around his fingers as she rode the waves of bliss.

Finally, she felt it—a release unlike any she had ever experienced. A wave of sensation rushed through her, covering his finger with her essence as she moaned his name, her voice filled with pleasure and satisfaction. Tremors racked her body as she trembled with the aftershocks of her climax, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.

He rode her through her orgasm, her release pulsating around him as he moved with measured precision. Slowing his thrusts, he carefully withdrew his fingers, watching as her essence glistened on his skin. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting her essence.

Pulling himself up, he felt a slight tremor of anticipation as he positioned himself on top of her. 

His dick throbbed with need as he gazed down at her, his desire burning bright in his eyes. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he hovered over her, his tip teasing at the entrance of her warmth.

Stroking her with his tip, he savored the moment, relishing in the anticipation of what was to come. With a small groan, he clenched his jaw, his nails digging into the mattress beneath them as he fought to maintain control.

She held his face, her touch gentle yet firm as she guided him, allowing her to adjust to his size. Pulling out almost entirely, he kissed her softly before pushing back in, filling her completely.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, his voice filled with both desire and concern.

"Yes," she breathed, her response barely more than a whisper. "Keep going."

With that, he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent as he felt her walls clamp around him once again. It was sheer bliss, the sensation of her warmth enveloping him as they moved together in perfect harmony. Their vocal sounds echoed throughout the apartment, a symphony of pleasure that filled the air around them.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, urging him closer, deeper. She craved the feeling of him filling her completely. With each thrust, she moaned his name, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into another intoxicating kiss. He met her passion with his own, their lips moving in sync as they lost themselves in the moment.

As he locked eyes with her, she felt a surge of desire wash over her. Everything else faded away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own making. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, each one driving her closer to the edge. Her hips met his with eager anticipation, her body craving more of him with each passing moment.

He pulled away from the kiss, cupping her cheek to ensure she was looking at him. Slowing his thrusts, he wanted to savor every moment, to etch this memory into his mind forever. 

"Please, don't stop," she whispered, her voice filled with need.

"I won't. You're doing so well," he reassured her, his voice filled with admiration and desire.

She moaned, struggling to form words as his cock rammed up inside of her. Another deep thrust sent a guttural moan tumbling from her lips, her body overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her.

Releasing her jawline, he focused all his attention on his thrusts, determined to bring her to the brink of ecstasy once again. 

Desperate for release, she tried to convey her impending orgasm to him, but her words were lost in a haze of pleasure. He continued, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

As the knot in her stomach tightened, she felt herself teetering on the brink of climax. With a final, powerful thrust, she shattered into a million pieces, her body convulsing around.

Feeling her walls clamp around him, he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. With one last powerful thrust, he released his seed deep inside of her, filling her with warmth and liquid heat. They stayed locked in that intimate embrace for a few precious moments, before he slowly withdrew from her.

As he pulled away, she felt a sense of emptiness wash over her, replaced by a lingering warmth and satisfaction. Pressing himself against her once more, he peppered her face with gentle kisses.

Spencer's face nestled into Brittany's neck, holding her close as if he never wanted to let her go. His breath mingled with hers, warm and comforting against her skin, as he pressed tender kisses along the curve of her neck.

As the intensity of their embrace eased, Spencer lifted himself up slightly, his eyes meeting Brittany's with a soft, affectionate gaze. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a gentle kiss, savoring the taste of her as he held her tightly against him.

With a tender touch, Spencer eased himself off of her, but he didn't stray far. Instead, he shifted to lie beside her, his arm still wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. His lips trailed a path of kisses along her body, leaving a trail of warmth and affection in their wake.

Brittany sighed contentedly, feeling cherished and loved in Spencer's embrace. She melted into his touch, her fingers tracing delicate patterns along his skin.

She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. She let out a soft sigh, her fingers tangling in his hair as she whispered, "I like this. This is nice."

Spencer paused, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of tenderness and adoration. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

Tears welled up in Brittany's eyes as she gazed at him, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. 

With a gentle touch, Spencer wiped away her tears, his expression filled with warmth and affection. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her protectively.

[hollywoodfamerp]

Hollywood Fame is heading to the most magical place on earth!

Pack your bags for Walt Disney World, a place where dreams come true and a little pixie dust goes a long way! We will be staying at Disney's Animal Kingdom Lodge, which features exotic animals, dazzling pools, award-winning dining, and more. Who knows? You may even meet a new friend right outside your window! Under the cut, you will find the roommates list for the trip. The roommates were arranged by a RANDOM generator. Unless we got a message from you telling us you wanted to be with a specific person or your FC was listed on the ships list, you were included in the generator.  As we get more people into the roleplay, we will update the list. If you do not see your characters name on this list, please message us POLITELY and let us know! Mistakes happen, and the generator isn't perfect. Hopefully, everyone is accounted for - if not, we’ll fix it! As stated before, as we accept new apps before AND during the event, this list will be updated. This is also applicable if FCs are unfollowed/leave the group, so please understand that this list is subject to change. So, that being said - please LIKE THIS POST so you can not only keep track of this list but also so we know you saw this notice.

Akanishi Jin and Lee Sunmi

Ana de Armas and Louis Tomlinson

Andrew Garfield and Lily James

Anne Hathaway and Jade Thirlwall

Ariana DeBose and Ariana Grande

Awsten Knight and Miley Cyrus

Bella Hadid and Thomas Doherty

Billie Lourd and Dylan O'Brien

Cari Fletcher and Victoria de Angelis

Cha Eunwoo and Choi Soobin

Chloe Bailey and Gareth Southgate

Choi Minho and Kim Ahyoung (Yura)

Chris Evans and Naomi Scott

Colby Lopez (Seth Rollins) and Rebecca Quin (Becky Lynch)

Dakota Johnson and Sam Heughan

Danielle Campbell and Joe Burrow

Danny Amendola and Olivia Culpo

David Tennant and Harry Kane

Demi Bennett (Rhea Ripley) and Ashley Fliehr (Charlotte Flair)

Dove Cameron and Aaron Tveit

Dua Lipa and Joseph Quinn

Emilia Clarke and Park Seonghwa

Emily Blunt and John Krasinski

Emma D’Arcy and Hailee Steinfeld

Erin Moriarty and Fryea Allan

Ethan Torchio and Damiano David

Florence Pugh and Cillian Murphy

Georgia Tennant and Jason Sudeikis

Glen Powell and Meryl Streep

Hailey Baldwin and Luke Hemmings

Harry Styles and Ashton Irwin

Hwang Hyunjin and Bang Chan

Jackson Wang and Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten)

Jamie Campbell Bower and Tate McRae

Jenna Ortega and Halle Bailey

Jeon Jungkook and Choi San

Jessica Chastain and Claudia Jessie

Jonathan Bailey and Simone Ashley

Jordyn Woods and Bae Joohyun (Irene)

Josephine Skriver and Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Josh O'Connor and Troye Sivan

Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) and Olivia O'Brien

Jung Wooyoung and Brittany Baker (Britt Baker)

Jung Yoonoh (Jaehyun) and Lee Taeyong

Kang Seulgi and Byn Baekhyun

Kelsea Ballerini and Joe Keery

Kim Hongjoong and Diamanté Quiava Valentin Harper (Saweetie)

Kim Jisoo and Christian Yu

Kim Mingyu and Sana Minatozaki

Kim Taehyung and Chou Tzuyu

Kit Connor and Michael Evans Behling

Kylie Jenner and Billie Eilish

Lauren Jauregui and Bill Skarsgard

Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin

Lee Know (Minho) and Lee Felix

Lee Taemin and Kim Jongin

Leigh-Anne Pinnock and Emma Stone

Lucas Wong and Kim Jungwoo

Lupita Nyong'o and Tessa Thompson

Madelyn Cline and Anya Taylor-Joy

Maia Mitchell and Alycia Debnam-Carey

Maika Monroe and Sydney Sweeney

Mark Lee and Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Matt Smith and Jonathan Good (Jon Moxley)

Maxence Danet-Fauvel and Hunter Schafer

Mazz Murray and Jang Gyuri

Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon

Nicholas Galitzine and Taylor Zakhar Perez

Nick Robinson and Jake Gyllenhaal

Nicola Coughlan and Liam Hemsworth

Olivia Cooke and Austin Butler

Olivia Rodrigo and Isabela Merced

Pamela Martinez (Bayley) and Mercedes Justine Varnado (Sasha

Banks)

Pedro Pascal and Kendall Jenner

Renee Paquette (Renee Young) and Niall Horan

Renee Rapp and Barbara Palvin

Robyn (Rihanna) Fenty and Drew Starkey

Romee Strijd and Elizabeth Lail

Ryan Gosling and Gigi Hadid

Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively

Sabrina Carpenter and Hannah Waddingham

Sam Claflin and Chris Pine

Samantha Gibb and Megan Jovon Ruth Pete (Megan Thee Stallion)

Saoirse Ronan and Jack Lowden

Sebastian Stan and Margot Robbie

Selena Gomez and Nick Jonas

Shawn Mendes and Jeon Wonwoo

Sophie Turner and Logan Lerman

Taylor York and Hayley Williams

Tom Hardy and Perrie Edwards

Tom Holland and Natalia Dyer

Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift

Troian Bellisario and Lucy Hale

Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron

Vanessa Merrell and Solana Rowe (SZA)

Veronica Merrell and Rylee Arnold

Walton Goggins and Ella Purnell

Wong Kunhang and Mason Mount

Xiao Dejun (Xiaojun) and Yoo Jimin (Karina)

Xu Minghao and Jennie Kim

Yoo Siah (Yooa) and Kim Minjeong (Winter)

Zendaya Coleman and Paul Mescal

Zoë Kravitz and Lili Reinhart

[allamericansbitch]

Genuine question. What do you think about all of the political pundits and news anchors and other celebrities praising Taylor for the endorsement? They’re all saying she made such an eloquent statement but it wasn’t that good…?

I feel like both 'sides' of this are missing the point because it's the internet and all nuance is lost. Taylor finally endorsed Kamala and took an actual political stance for the first time in 4 years, and that's great. That act is gonna do wonders for the election and really helped move eyes and ears toward Kamala, Tim, and their campaign. There's no doubt it'll make a huge impact. So the reporters who are saying she made an 'eloquent statement' are correct, she did. So people who are looking to hate on that have no reason to hate on that aspect. She did a good thing by endorsing Kamala.

However, that's not what the issue was that people were talking about for years prior that hit a peak a few days ago- it's a part but not the whole picture. Her statement about the election missed the big picture, it never once condemned what people have seen her tolerate personally. Taylor, for the past 3-4 years has repeatedly surrounded herself with close-minded, ignorant, and actively bigoted people. From the people she's voluntarily chosen to work with (i.e David O Russell; a known abuser) to people she chooses to publicly be friends with (Brittany Mahomes, Lena Dunham, Zoe Kravitz, etc) and even repeatedly defended dating vocal bigot Matty Healy. She has repeatedly surrounded herself with people who actively go against everything she says she believes, and actions speak louder than words. How can you say you're an ally to the LGBTQ+ community and publicly be besties and lend your spotlight to someone who doesn't believe trans women are women and shouldn't be in women's sports (Brittany Mahomes). How can you support victims of SA/DV when you're friends/work with abuse apologists and actual abusers? How can you be an ally towards POC when you defended dating a man who publicly said he gets off to porn of black women getting beaten, or while you wear jerseys and support your current partner's team- a team that has made a mockery of Indigenous people who have repeatedly begged for them to stop? How can you be an ally for women when you haven't spoken up for Palestine, where women are being treated in unimaginable ways due to the ongoing genocide. That's the issue, her actions vs. her words.

She can say she believes in these subjects, and that's good it's better than nothing, but we all know the words are pretty empty and for show. A show is good but it always ends and you're left with nothing afterwards. She probably won't say much else about the election because in her mind she did her duty, and that to her is the bare minimum. Half-baked activism is applauded because we are so used to getting nothing. Endorse a candidate and go back to being friends with people who don't see certain groups as human beings. Tell people to vote but don't condemn their hatred, because then you'd also be condemning some of your friends. Enable that behavior and live in that privilege, it'll work out for her and that's what matters the most.

[women-hunting-witches]

So this is insane.

Firstly, Brittany Mahomes hasn’t even made any noise about supporting Donald Trump and even if she had, it’s insane to think that someone should be immediately shunned because they hold different views than you. That kind of juvenile thinking is the reason your country is so damn divisive, maybe try recognising people as people and stop trying to slap labels on them and shove them in the box because they liked a picture on Instagram.

Secondly, Taylor doesn’t owe you shit. If you feel so strongly that she has aggrieved you somehow please go out and touch some grass and if you still feel outraged then you can simply just stop consuming her content. It’s real easy. Im in the market for any signed CDs you can no longer bear to look at.

And thirdly, did y’all learn nothing from Vienna? If we use our critical thinking skills for one sec maybe we could deduce that Taylor’s concert was recently the subject of a planned terrorist attack and that she might want to get through the last of her shows before stirring the pot by broadcasting her political views. I have been a fan of this woman since the original fearless, anytime I have ever seen someone criticise her she has always proven them stupid when the time is right, her restraint is impressive but she will say what she wants to when she’s ready.