#but cece's back babey

[datingdonovan]

a/n: stfu I found yet another makki timestamp I never posted. guess I was like obsessed w makki during the era right before I stopped writing for hq *cough* you mean the era right before I got my tsukki bf and disappeared from Tumblr anyway if you haven't been following my tags & tales, my roomie is watching hq for the 1st time and it's causing me to want to possibly get back into writing for it, or at least post all the old stuff I wrote and never published. so anybody who's still in this fandom on here, come get your freakin FOOD!!!!!!

4:35 pm

Hanamaki Takahiro (27) is no longer between jobs. Well, actually, he’s sort of between being between jobs. Basically, he doesn’t think that scooping ice cream is a real use of his talents, but a friend of a friend landed him this gig, just until the summer’s over. Despite the fact that it sucks, he’s never been one to say no to cash. And there are some upsides. Namely, the fact that this kid around his age drops by every Thursday after they get off work. Hanamaki’s not saying he’s in love or anything. He just thinks you’re the most attractive person to ever order ice cream.

It’s been about a month since you started coming, which means he’s really only seen you a handful of times, but he doesn’t plan on forgetting you anytime soon. The way you sort of awkwardly fumble your cash out of your wallet, the absentminded look in your eye as you study the board of flavors, the fact that you say “No, thank YOU!” right back to his coworker when you tip way too much. He loves it. He loves the way you wait at the counter, swiveling around in your chair without a care in the world, just existing there in your own pleasant daydreams. He’s pretty sure you’re begging to be watched.

And he’s even more sure now that you’re here, for the fifth week in a row, and you’re glancing at him from your seat at the bar. He misses it the first time, so shocked at being caught staring that he doesn’t quite register that actually, you were looking at him, too. He can’t even remember who looked first. Had he even been staring? Or had he been casually looking your way when he noticed you looking at him? He decides it’s no use wondering, and as he serves another customer their sundae, leaning over the counter, he sneaks a glance at you. And you are watching, dammit. Your eyes aren’t on his, they’re in his hair, and running along his bicep, and then you look up, and he smirks, and this is definitely the best job ever. He turns back to his work, willing himself not to actually do a stupid fist pump. Instead, he busies himself with crossing the delivered order off the list in front of him, starting on the next bowl of ice cream.

He’s trying really hard to focus on delivering ice creams. He really is. But he keeps looking up at you, now, every time he comes to the counter. When you make eye contact again, he sees the smile creep onto your face, and he can’t help smiling too. And you keep smiling at him, each time he comes over, like looking at you was the right thing to do. Two cones, a cup, and a milkshake later, he licks his lips and flexes a little as he walks away, and he’s pretty damn sure he hears you snort. And his heart’s starting to beat fast, because you noticed. You’re watching him intently, even when he’s not watching you.

And then it hits him. You’ve been sitting there a really long time. Without ice cream. Whoops.

Right about that time, it seems like it hits you, too, because he watches you nonchalantly get up from your seat and walk over to the register, questioning the blonde man about where your cone might be. The guy walks over to Hanamaki and starts rifling through the order list, and sure enough, there’s your cone, line straight through the order. “You crossed it off like you already finished it, idiot!” The blonde laughs and knocks his arm against Hanamaki before coming back to you at the counter. “Sorry. He’s not the brightest.”

Your ice cream is ready faster than any of the ones you’ve seen come out before, and the blonde man watches with a laugh as Makki hands it to you. “I swear, I’m not new.”

“I know,” you say. And you don’t know what’s gotten into you, because you add, “They just keep you around cause you’re cute.” And you leave him standing there, mouth hanging open, and walk to sit at one of the tables outside.

It’s not five minutes before he sits down next to you. “Hey, pretty thing.”

You look over and roll your eyes, trying not to smile. “What, do you need something?”

“Nope. Just got off.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“If it means you’ll let me sit here with you while you eat your ice cream alone instead of forcing me to go back inside—“

“So dramatic.” You laugh. 

It takes a minute for him to work up the courage to say it, but he eventually does. “You really think I’m cute?”

You shrug. “I was just messing around.”

“Well, don’t all good things start with messing around?” He swivels to face you and flashes you that lazy smile. And he definitely leaves with your number… even if he’s getting dragged away by Ukai.

[liathgray]

I love the title game! How about, Until the Lambs Become Lions

This one… hoohoho Tangled fic for sure.

Its post-redemption Varian violently fighting with with all the vindictiveness, all the callousness and calculating tendencies that were oh-so kindly cultivated by prison time.

Like, in the back of his mind he silently keeps track of everyone’s weaknesses—all their sours spots, the things that make them flinch and their skills. There’s intrusive thoughts about who is the most expendable, who would he need to take down first. And it sucks because he doesn’t want to be thinking about that kind of stuff cause these people are his friends.

But. It comes in rather handy with the mindtrap. Everyone is… a touch confused and mildly horrified to see how quickly he figures how to take down family. Even his own dad. It sparks a long and… how shall i put it, uh, unsettling conversation.

Send me a fake fic title!

[glassbxttless]

Good morning, Cece! Congrats on 500 followers!!

I was wondering if we could get

44. I think we just found a new kink from the Smut list with Jude x Pat x Reader

Or

15. Wow, you’re photogenic from the Fluff list (but absolutely feel free to turn this to smut instead if you’re vibing that) with Stalker!Jude

Thank you, bby! 😘💖

here’s some more stalker!jude content for you babey cakes— I hope you enjoy it! (I’m also very nervous posting a heavy noncon fic— so if it’s not your jam please head the warnings and don’t fuckin read it?)

Stalker!Jude x Reader

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: Dead Dove do NOT Eat;; r*pe, noncon, stalking, nonconsensual nude photos, swearing

Every second Jude watches you pad around the kitchen in his sweater and those pretty white stockings, he itches more and more to see it in the photo album he stashes on his living room bookshelf. He’s perched himself on one of the barstools at his kitchen island, humming as you make dinner for the two of you.

He’s trapping away on the keyboard of his laptop, glancing up every now and again to catch the way the sweater rides up your thighs to show just the bottom half of your ass. He hums again, looking you over. How many times has he seen that body? How many times has he locked so many photos of you away? “I haven’t heard anything back about the investigation.” You mumble, plating both of your dinners quietly.

“Yeah?” Jude smiles to himself, a bit of pride bubbling up from his stomach. He’s doing it. He’s done the damn thing. Gotten away with it. “They don’t know anything?”

“No.” You frown quietly, huffing as you sit on the barstool next to him to eat your food. “They don’t know fucking shit. Not that they’re trying too hard.” You roll your eyes, wishing that you didn’t have to be dealing with New York’s boys in blue. “I’ll find out who it is faster than they will… I’m just glad you’re letting me stay here… don’t think whoever it is knows where your place is.”

Jude watches you shovel spaghetti into your mouth, quietly eating as he moves his laptop away to eat himself. He’s gotta do something here tonight. You’ve been getting too fucking comfortable, feeling too safe at his apartment. He needs to remind you that he’s the one you’re safe with. Not this goddamn side of the city. “It’s not a problem, dove. I love having you here.”

And he’s watching you when you had fallen asleep in bed that evening, not even meaning to. He’s quietly digging out that polaroid camera that he keeps in his bag to snap a photo of you. Your stockings are hugging your legs tightly, one stopping just above your knee and one is riding down your calf just a little. His sweater is pushed up all around, showing the bare skin of your back and belly. Your tits are peeking out the bottom, nipples hard from the cool hair around you. You’re so photogenic, he thinks to himself. Even when you aren’t aware of his stash of photos. You begged him to leave the window shut tonight, but he has plans and maybe he’s left it unlocked. He has more plans than he’s ever done tonight. He’ll make sure he’s driving you closer and closer into his arms.

He walks to the living room, placing the polaroid print into that blue photo album where he’s kept every single photo of you— from every single night he’s put you on edge. He has to stop himself from lingering on past photos of your unsuspecting body. But he hears you start to rouse and he knows he only has a few moments to start putting his plan into motion. He places the album back on the shelf, maybe not the way he left it before either. He starts the shower up, finding the bathroom key and locking the door, once he’s inside, behind him. He’s digging out his bag in the back of the closet, pulling on the jeans and shirt (maybe even a mask) he’d never think of wearing around you. Something you won’t recognize.

He turns the shower on, leaving it run. And he’s crawling out the bathroom window, trying not to make a sound.

You’re confused when you wake up to an empty bed at 2am. Only calming when you hear the sounds of the shower hitting porcelain. Jude must have been washing away the day before he gets in bed. And you decide to get yourself a glass of water and maybe wait for him to get out. When your feet hit the ground, you realize you’ve still got your stocking on and you slide on the hardwood for just a few steps.

You see the living room light still on as you grab your glass of water. You hum softly, frowning when you see a blue album out of place. You’ve been here for weeks now and not once has it been moved. So you have a look. Upon opening the album, you discover the many Polaroids of your sleeping body in various positions and in varying states of undress. You frown, confused— before you’re feeling a palm press over your mouth and a chest tight against your back.

The stranger’s voice almost sounds familiar, when he mumbles a quiet, “surprise.”

You thrash around, kicking and pulling at his hand as he drags you back into the bedroom. If you made enough noise, Jude would hear. He’d come to your rescue. He’d keep you safe. You’re being thrown onto the bed, kicking at the body that’s climbing on top of you and holding your wrists down. You’re trying to get your knees into his hips, into his groin, anywhere you can to get him off.

His hands are pushing your sweater up, ripping your panties straight off of your thighs. Your stockings are rumpled and rolling down your legs, tears are welling in your eyes. “Please… don’t hurt me.” Your voice is small, pleading, face to masked face with the man who’s been making your life a living hell for the past year. You feel this strain in your chest. Jude can’t hear you. The tears are falling heavily down your cheeks— fat and hot and the burn is pushing up your throat as you feel him press his cock inside of you.

He’s going to hurt you. He’s taking more than your body from you. He’s taking your safety. He’s taking your security net from you. He’s doing this in the next room over from your boyfriend— the one who’s supposed to protect you— because you can’t be loud enough and this stranger is too fucking quiet. And maybe it feels like a lifetime with your body lying limp on the bed you share with Jude. It feels like an eternity when his hand collided with your cheek, almost knocking you unconscious right there. And it’s enough to lose your bearings as he’s zipping up his jeans and ducking out the window yet again.

You feel immovable. This was your one last hideaway and he found you. He fucking found you.

And when Jude slips himself back into the bathroom, cleaning himself up and shutting off the shower. He shoves the clothing back into the bag he’d removed them from. And maybe he adds that little blue photo album— that's out of place on the shelf— into the bag to ditch in a safe place as soon as he possibly can. And when he sees you crying— begging for him. For him. He’s gathering you in his arms, dialing the police. He didn’t cum in you, and even if he did, he’s your boyfriend they’ll exclude his DNA before anything else.

And Jude thinks he’s got it made.

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@leatherboundbirate @peachyproserpina @mrs-gucci @millenialcatlady @paterson-blue

(I only tag those in this AU who have explicitly stated they want to be tagged! Make sure to update your response in the taglist form here if you’d like to be added!)

[ruinsofxerxes]

Tagged ( ˘ ³˘)♥

by @liathgray thaaaaaankk yooooOOooouuu cece!!!!

1. name/nickname: Nikki!! The thing about ur name also being a popular nickname is that you don’t get any other nicknames :’( but tbh you can call me anything and I’ll probably respond

2. gender: just a little lady

3. star sign: Aries!!!! >:((( I found out last week I am Leo rising and I still don’t know what that means but I have an unnecessary pride in it regardless 

4. height: 5'2″.......i’ve got u beat cece

5. time: like midnight:30

6. birthday: THE HUNDRETH DAY OF THE YEAR SONNNNNN

7. favorite bands/groups: My favs have always always been Radical Face and Sleeping at Last!!! GOD can they put out one bad song??? I think NOT 

8. favorite solo artist: I’ve been a taylor swift freak since 2008 and y’all have to deal with it (also radical face and sleeping at last are both solo artists as well but you KNOW what i mean)

9. song stuck in my head: You are Gold by The National Parks because I referenced it in a tag in one of my last reblogs and I played myself because now it’s stuck in my head 

10. last movie: *sweats nervously* oh gosh....I’m not actually much of a movie person ah ahhhhh.. . .. ....OH WAIT. I caught half of The Outsiders on tv yesterday. One of my favorite books, terrible movie

11. last show: oh man....ok i’m a terrible tv show watcher too.....I think it was probably Bob’s Burgers, that’s about the only show I watch that’s actually on tv, I mostly just watch documentaries and listen to podcasts lol I’m currently rewatching fmab for the first time in [redacted] but haven’t watched in a week or two because I want to give it my UNDIVIDED ATTENTION and I am a busy bee

12. when did i create this blog: February of 2012. I had a stomach bug and was bored as hell at home for days lol

13. what do i post: fma and fma and more fma..... . .. . .....I used to post more than just that but hey, the heart wants what the heart wants. Every once in a while I’ll throw in another fandom or a cheeky little text post just to keep everyone on their toes 

14. last thing googled: "how to use a shampoo bar” because I got a shampoo bar from Lush and had no idea how to actually use it ashdkljasdljasdl

15. other blogs: basically just this one. I have/had an art blog but literally havent’ used it since like... . . . ......2016 rip

16. do i get asks: *stares into the camera like I’m on the office*

17. why did i choose this url: because back in 2013 I wanted people to think I was a cool popular fma blog so I wanted a canon url and well, I am neither cool nor popular but this url is a part of my identity now

18. following: 325 exactly!!!! 

19. followers: I think it’s around the 8900s last I checked but tbh I always forget to lol

20. average hours of sleep: 7-10 babey i love me some sleep

21. lucky number: idk if it’s my lucky number per se but my fav number is definitely 24!!!

22. instruments: I used to be able to play the trumpet, piano, and acoustic guitar but it’s been a long time since I’ve played!!!! :(( Would really love to pick up the guitar again, always my fav instrument!!!

23. what am i wearing: my pjs!!! (because what else is anyone wearing these days?????) i’m wearing a big ol’ baggy t-shirt (with a ton of paint stains on it because life of an artist) and some boxers

24. dream job: ooohhhh!!! I’m actually already doing my dream job! I’m a book illustrator, and that’s what I’ve wanted to be since I was about 5! I would LOVE to be an author someday too!!! I think that’s always been my DREAM dream! I love books idk if that’s obvious 

25. dream trip: OOOH MANNNN. AT THIS POINT: ANYWHERE. I LOVE TO TRAVEL AND THIS QUARANTINE HAS GOT ME ITCHING TO GO ANYWHERE. Once it’s safe, y’all never gonna see me again, I’m just gonna be a vagabond traveling the world lol But actually, I would love to go to Japan, Italy, Amsterdam, and travel Route 66!! (not all of these at the same time lol) 

26. favorite food: ooohhhhhh ok idk if this counts but I have a major sweet tooth and I’m such a chocoholic, like...anything with chocolate....I love it. But in terms of food-food, I guess probably fish and chips??

27. nationality: i’m from america pls let me out :’(

28. favorite song: oh gosh! Idk if I could choose just one! I’d say Bible Belt by Dry the River has been my favorite for the past few years. But some of my favs over the years have also been Severus and Stone by Radical Face, Get Up by Barcelona, Poison Oak by Bright Eyes, and Blood by The Middle East (if you listen to all of these you will realize the pattern is that I love really sad songs) 

29. last book read: man I read like five books last week I don’t even know where to begin lol

30. three fictional universes you’d like to live in: oooohhh definitely Avatar!!! I’d say fma but only if it’s post-promised day lol and probably Spirited Away!!!

[biclarisselarue]

grace i must Know™️: which percy jackson characters do you think tailor well to each character in new girl AND if you had to choose 3 roommates in to have in the pjo/hoo verse who would you choose 👁👁 I Love You

ahsdgaskKADKH how did you get a photo in there dil omg i love you the way you just set my soul on fire with love okay SO

Percy Jackson: i wanna give him Nick Miller so badly SO badly, and he is very similar but maybe like 80% okay i just think nick is bit less... has ptsd from two wars and is more... willing to be silly but i think nick miller is like 99% what percy would be if he had been allowed to grow up as a normal kid :’) also lowkey percy also gives me some cece vibes heheh they’re pretty and know it and are also both pretty stubborn

Clarisse la Rue: this is mainly because i think it’s funny but coach!! on a serious note though clarisse and coach would definitely get along in terms of emotional openness and using physical skill to feel good but with a secret soft side and they like... gently bully their friends (also notes of Schmidt here with slight douchebaggery i can picture clarisse with a jar just saying)

Grover Underwood: HIGH jess vibes right they both care really passionately about their jobs, they’re both really kind and eventually wear people down so everyone likes them, AND they can both be badasses who save the day solely through the power of them wanting to help those they love also again little spots of winston here too okay they’re both a bit goofy in that weird but endearing way

now for your other question mmmmmmm

if i had to choose three roommates? being fully honest?

reyna, frank, and either percy or nico (leaning towards percy)

reyna would be super neat and a great like practical roommate to have plus she’d absolutely like silently bring you a platter of fruit while you breakdown in the middle of studying for stats ahaha what no i haven’t been there, plus i just know she gives great advice also!! most importantly! would not bring or cause any drama, would just be honest and up-front in an assertive way that doesn’t make you feel like she’s attacking your character for forgetting to bring your plate from the couch to the sink, great for when you want someone to edit your work because she’s ruthless and will help you not only get that A but continue getting A’s because you actually learned what she showed you

frank is a sweetheart! and would absolutely be messy but it’s okay because he would limit it to his room so who cares, he’s a phenomenal roommate for when you don’t want advice you just want to rage or cry because he can sense when you don’t want to be pushed and ugh that’s incredible, also will help you study and go through your thousands of flashcards seriously why did you make so. many. flashcards.

now percy is mainly a fantastic roommate for having someone to hang out or to go outside at 3 am and just look up at the stars in silence you know, he’s not too messy but he’s not like incredibly clean either but he know what’s too much, however... he’s never home, he’s the roommate who isn’t there when you go to bed and isn’t there when you wake up but sometimes his bed isn’t made? so he probably sleeps there sometimes? you’ll see him once a week when he comes back to make nachos at 11 pm

and then there’s nico!! again fantastic to hang out with AND i bet, as he gets older, he has great fashion so boom double that wardrobe babey, plus, i’m just saying he’s probably really organized about some things, like he’ll help all of you do the meal planning which is great, but then on the other hand he always loses the remote for the tv so now he’s banned from using the tv by himself also... he stays up late and isn’t always the best at keeping his noise level down or being aware of which lights he’s turning on

and there is my way too long analysis about which characters i’d want as roommates, with a focus on university roommates bc... well university is my whole life rn so she on my mind

[thelanguageoflovers]

our own little corner of the world

you got it buddy (it’s a secret relationship fic babey)

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

@tea-j-kippen​

Heavy bass thrummed through Cece’s house, running through Cyrus’s veins as he nursed a cup of some nondescript (probably off-brand) brown soda. His legs dangled off the countertop he was sitting on. 

In the living room, TJ was weaving through clusters of people, doing his best not to shove people or step on their feet as he sidestepped past them. He locked eyes with Cyrus through the archway to the kitchen, grinning even as he tripped on the way out of the crowd. The cup of fake Sprite (Sprint, as it were) in his hand sloshed slightly, spilling over the edge of the plastic cup and onto the carpet.

He stepped over the Sprint stain and onto the tile in the kitchen. He was automatically in front of Cyrus. “Hey, you.”

“Hey,” Cyrus said, looking past TJ and dodging a kiss from him. “Not here, dummy.”

TJ seemed to take this as something of a challenge, taking Cyrus’s hand in his and tugging him off the counter. Cyrus squealed, dropping his soda in the sink as he was hauled over his boyfriend’s shoulder and carried out of the kitchen.

“TJ!” he hissed. “This is the polar opposite of inconspicuous.” TJ brushed past the ‘DON’T YOU DARE GO UPSTAIRS’ sign, assuming Andi wouldn’t mind him exploring a house he knew like the back of his own hand.

“Nah. Just two guys bein’ dudes,” he rebutted, pulling Cyrus off his shoulder as he reached the top of the stairwell. Cyrus was tugged down a dark hallway and crowded into a corner.

TJ ducked down into a kiss, letting his boyfriend’s hands tangle their way into his hair. “Have you ever considered-”

“-Not right now, Teej. We can talk about your conspiracy theories later, babe.”

“No, no.” TJ pulled back from him, smiling like a cartoon character. “That’s not - I meant us, Cy. Have you ever considered telling people?”

“Yeah, of course. If I hadn’t considered it, I probably would have told people without thinking about it.”

“Yes, but what do you think about it?”

“I think Andi would be thrilled, Jonah wouldn’t get it, Buffy would give you the shovel talk with an actual, literal shovel, and Marty would clap you on the back and ruffle my hair like some kind of weird older brother.”

“I’m failing to see the bad in this scenario.”

“The bad is that then it stops being our thing, Teej. We don’t get to keep it to ourselves anymore. It’s the whole world’s business, then. Not just ours,” Cyrus responded.

“Well, then,” TJ murmured, catching Cyrus in another kiss. “I guess you and me get to stay in our own little corner of the world for a little longer.

[ukeishin]

cece got her blog back we celebratin babey‼️‼️ peace is now restored in the world 😌

everything is right now 😫 now it’s demon hours 😈😈

[existentialburden]

1 through 10?

1: what do you identify as and what are your pronouns?

I’m “officially” out as an aro trans dude but I’ve been toying with other labels- when it comes down to it I don’t much give a shit anymore as long as I’m not seen as female. I go by any pronouns but some days certain ones are better than others and I don’t like using she/her at all- xe/xim’s a personal favorite of mine that makes me feel comfortable.

2: how did you discover your sexuality, tell your story?

dated a girl I was pals with for a while and then quickly discovered that romance was NOT for me. it’s. hard to explain. just feel uncomfy the moment actions turn romantic.

3: have you experienced being misgendered? what happened and how did you overcome it?

oh yeah. all the time. I just correct with he/him cause it makes it easier for other people to swallow. if it’s an interaction with someone working I don’t bother to correct because it’s not gonna be an ongoing problem. now what gender people think I am depends entirely on whether or not I’m wearing a coat tbh.

4: who was the first person you told, how did they react?

the first time I came out it was to @wolfa542​. first time I came out as trans was to my then-gf, I think? think I came out as aro to @rowan-at​ first. kinda hard to remember sometimes but either way most of the time it was to one person and then more in quick succession.

5: describe what it was like coming out, what did you feel?

nervous as fuck each time. was scared that I was gonna get called a faker or told that I was just doing it to be trendy. tru$cum rhetoric really got to me back then even though I have dys. there was the same amount of nervousness for people I knew were lgbtq+, people who I knew weren’t, and people who I wasn’t sure of. scary.

6: if you’re out, how did your parents/guardians/friends react?

friends reacted mostly positively- cut ties with one because of uhhhh transphobia but every other pal was super chill about it. my dad was cool every time I came out but my mom had some Issues with me coming out as trans- she gets it now, but it was... rocky.

7: what is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality?

“why do you THINK you’re aro?” bro I am aro. get off my fuckin back. more generally, “why do aros wanna be oppressed so badly?” and “why do aros always go ‘what about us’“ like bud..... yikes........

8: describe the style of clothing that you most often wear.

dark and bright colors, t-shirts, skirts or sweatpants, the occasional shitty button-up. casual babey!

9: who are your favourite lgbt+ ships?

hmmm. I’m not much of a fandom shipper but I have some for C9 (and Nobel 808 ;) ) because ofc I do so

Aila and Lyla are p cute ngl. Hope and Lyla are ALSO ADORABLE and actually canon. Juli and Cece own my entire heart, absolute snarkfest. Cece and Enny is a guilty pleasure ship. do Enny and Nuad count bcause they ain’t straight? yes. top-tier ship. Enny and Jess are also guilty pleasure ship tbh just because like. overworked gals who don’t know how to relax. Ulfort and Fern and Rita are adorable too aaaaa. also! Theo and Bark and Jack & Fate and Bark and Jack are so good. rip to Omid but they’re sappy. also super fond of June and Orca because it’s wild af.

10: what does makeup mean to you? do you wear any?

it’s just another way to accessorize for me! I don’t wear any regularly but I’m really fond of eyeliner, and eyeshadow’s always been fun for me. I want to do more with it for character cosplay!

[camillefm]

hi  babeys  !   i’m  riley  ,  i  live  in  the  cold  ass  est  timezone  ,  and  i’ll  be  behind  this  idiot  camille  !   she’s  a  new  muse  for  me  so  tbh  if  this  intro  is  a  mess  ,  that’s  my  b  and  i  already  know  it  .  am  i  eventually  gonna  fix  it  ?   probs  not  .  but  pls  ,  kick  back  ,  grab  some  popcorn  ,  enjoy  this  garbage  fire

charlotte d’alessio. cisfemale. she/her.  ／  camille moreau just pulled up blasting broke bitch by tiny meat gang  — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty-one year old model, i’ve heard they’re really crude, but that they make up for it by being so insouciant. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say large sunglasses hiding smudged makeup from the night before, every other word out of their mouth being a swear, whirlwind romances that end after two weeks . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( riley, 22, est, she/her )

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬  :

name  :  camille  rosalie  moreau nicknames  :  cam  ,  cami   age  :   23 dob  :  december  6th  1996   lob  /  hometown  :   boston  ,  massachusettes gender  /  pronouns  :  cisfemale  ,  she  /  her orientation  :  bisexual career  :  model muse  parallels  :  ilana  wexler  (  broad city  )  ,  cece  parekh  (  new girl  )  ,  sterling  archer  (  archer  )  ,  bojack  (  bojack  horseman  )  ,  fiona  gallagher  (  shameless  )  ,  david  rose  (  schitt’s  creek  ).

𝐛𝐠  :

so  camille  is  the  youngest  of  three  ,  born  into  a  well-off  middle  class  family  ,  her  father  a  photographer  and  her  mother  a  former  model  turned  stylist

she  lived  a  pretty  charmed  life  --  as  the  youngest  she  was  spoiled  rotten  ,  her  parents  made  enough  money  to  take  them  on  international  vacations  and  give  them  lavish  christmas  and  birthday  presents  ,  she  rarely  ever  heard  the  word  no

but  from  a  young  age  it  was  clear  that  her  life  was  already  planned  out  by  her  mother

as  a  former  model  she  was  addicted  to  the  spotlight  ,  the  glamour  ,  the  money  ,  and  it  was  her  mission  in  life  to  make  one  of  her  kids  the  next  tyra  banks

so  camille  and  her  siblings  went  to  castings  and  auditions  and  even  competed  in  pageants  because  their  mom  was  just  waiting  for  one  of  their  big  breaks

so  ,  as  any  child  with  strict  parents  does  ,  camille  acted  out

small  things  at  first  --  getting  detention  for  talking  back  to  teachers  ,  starting  shit  with  girls  she  barely  even  knew  ,  talking  to  older  guys

then  she  managed  to  get  into  college  parties  when  she  was  just  a  freshman  in  high  school  ,  drinking  and  doing  any  drug  that  she  could  get  her  hands  on

her  family  barely  noticed  ,  her  mom  was  content  as  long  as  she  wasn’t  gaining  weight  and  could  cover  up  the  bags  under  her  eyes  with  makeup

and  miraculously  cami’s  big  break  came  when  she  was  15  ,  picked  out  by  a  modelling  scout  that  saw  her  in  some  bad  tv  commercial

and  it  took  a  few  years  to  establish  herself  ,  but  by  the  time  she  was  18  she  was  walking  runways  for  major  fashion  brands  and  showing  up  on  billboards  in  times  square

once  she  was  confident  enough  that  she  would  be  fine  without  her  mother  ,  she  fired  her  and  moved  to  los  angeles  ,  putting  as  much  distance  between  them  as  possible

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  :

getting  away  from  her  mom  helped  a  lot  when  it  came  to  mellowing  cami  out

don’t  get  me  wrong  ,  she  still  parties  way  too  much  and  doesn’t  take  the  best  care  of  herself  ,  but  she’s  not  a  dramatic  shit-starter  anymore

she’s  actually  pretty  chill  most  of  the  time  ,  even  when  it’s  probably  not  the  best  time  to  be  chill

she  has  a  hard  time  taking  anything  seriously  ,  probs  bc  she’s  emotionally  stunted  and  is  allergic  to  actual  feelings

probs  why  she’s  one  of  those  bitches  that  has  a  new  fling  every  other  week

she’s  not  the  nicest  person  ,  but  she’s  not  a  bitch  

like  she’s  pretty  cocky  and  has  no  prob  voicing  her  opinion  ,  but  she  doesn’t  go  out  of  her  way  to  be  mean

she  can  actually  be  a  really  good  friend  if  you  can  put  up  with  her

although  she  grew  up  being  groomed  by  her  mom  to  be  the  perfect  supermodel  ,  this  chick  has  the  mouth  of  a  sailor

she’s  also  one  of  those  “  live  in  the  moment  ”  ppl  ,  like  if  she  wants  to  fly  to  greece  for  the  weekend  ,  she  will  .  if  she  wants  to  turn  her  backyard  into  a  carnival  ,  she  will  .  her  life  philosophy  is  v  simple

so  that’s  all  i’ve  got  !   i’ve  got  a  plots  page  right  here  and  would  literally  kill  a  guy  to  get  some  cuteness  and  some  angst  for  this  chick  so  pls  like  this  and  i’ll  slide  into  ur  dm’s  ! 

[keep-calm-and-cariani]

Rules: Answer the questions then tag people you’d like to get to know.

Tagged by @elflady thanks m8ey!

Nickname(s): none really, my name is 2 syllables

Gender: Female

Star sign: AquariuUuUuUs

Height: 5′5″

Sexuality: straight

Hogwarts House: I’ve never been a Harry Potter Stan but Hufflepuff! I took the Pottermore quiz like 4 years ago and I’m more nice than I am smart, brave or clever tbh

Favorite Animal: FRENCH BULLDOGS (my dream in life is to meet Petunia Tender-Mulaney)

Favorite Color: purple but I also love mint, pastel yellow, and coral!

Current Favorite Song: Right now I love “Sober Up” by AJR / Rivers Cuomo, “The Bitch of Living” from Spring Awakening and “Life on Mars?” by David Bowie

Favorite idea to get creative with: no idea what this means !

What do I like to do when I’m alone: read (especially plays), draw, watch shit, listen to podcasts, and bake when I have time! I made sugar cookies yesterday and fudge last week 👌

What do I think of my friends: love those crazy losers!!

Average hours spent sleeping: 7-8 on weeknights, 10-11 on weekends

Cats or dogs: I’ve only ever had cats but I really like dogs (see above) and I see myself owning one in the future over a cat. Idk I just think they have more personality and you can play with them and stuff meanwhile my cat just licks plastic and lies down on my homework lol

Number of blankets I sleep with: one, two if it’s cold

Dream Job: set/costume designer for theatre, playwright, or arts/culture journalist

Dream Trip: I really want to go back to London (since I was only there for a few hours and want to see those West End and National Theatre shows babey) and Paris (by far the prettiest city I’ve ever been to with the best food), but I’d also love to go to Scotland, Wales, Ireland, Switzerland, Italy, Germany, and India!

When I made this account: August 23rd, 2014

Number of followers: 1,000 and something

I tag @borledtodeath @bxckflip @scylla-plus-charybdis @pocwhizzer @beammeupbroadway and @hey-its-cece !

[liathgray]

No Capra at midnight makes me sad. But in the meantime I'm READY FOR BLACKWELL.

I’m trying to beat back the urge to post the first chapter tmr.... I told myself I’d take a week to get more of it written....... HHHHHHHH

[existentialburden]

🌺 Enny

Enny hours babey! !!!

Enny generally has a hard time calming down, but after nightmares she finds a small, quiet space to hide away in- a favorite is her closet. she doesn't have a specific comfort item, but she does like having her various knives around. with normal fear, she gets snappy around peers once she's had a moment to process her feelings in an attempt to take back control, but around adults she just tries to get out of the situation. Once she starts trusting people more, Nuad, Echo, and Cece are good at calming her down in different ways. She also likes to throw herself into any work she can to stop the nagging fear.

eventually, she likes talking through it, but that takes a long time.