#c cece

[transformers-bold-bright-brisk]

Sorry… no robots today. But hey! Let’s look at some side-character humans from my continuity!

From left to right it goes: Priscilla Pynch - Frankie Greene - Cece Greene - Rusty Clay - Sawyer Storm

And let me know if you guys wanna know more about them.

[cantfightmoonlight]

@cecevandoren

He couldn't do this. He had somehow despite all odds, managed to make it through the ceremony that had been held at the Mahir's without completely breaking down. But, as he wandered down the street, her breath catching in his throat, it was impossible for him not to picture the way Mason had been laying there. The way he had desperately clung onto their hand and for what? So that they wouldn't have to be alone the way he had been when the car had hit him? What good was that now though, when they weren't even here anymore? Fuck.

He rounded the corner. The man who used to never see much of a point in drinking, found himself making a beeline for the liquor store. But, as he rounded the corner a flicker of blonde curls came barreling into him. "Shit. Sorry," He muttered out, his hands reaching out to stead her as his gaze fell to hers. "You okay there?"

[theemporium]

it’s so fucking warm, I’m gonna melt

[demongemz]

Will didn’t fully trust Elaine but he also knew that Cecilia needed him and he couldn’t very well let this opportunity of brief freedom get away from him. He’d missed her dearly while locked up and he’d make sure that she would be okay before he released John from his place in the cell. He saw her taking a moment to notice just how much sadness seemed to encompass her very features, the harsh lie told by her uncle to Parker had brought up a different past one that should’ve stayed buried and one Will didn’t believe for a second. Cecilia wouldn’t lower herself to sleep with the mayor to help him get out of Jail and he’d ensure that Parker felt his wrath for once again falling prey to the scheming family. “I’m sorry I missed our fishing trip, it wasn’t my intention” He whispered to grab her attention offering her a sad smile. “I’ve missed you Cecilia, and I’m sorry I had to leave…I had hoped that this distraction would’ve given you the break you so desperately deserved.” @xtinyslip

[ofwrxth]

+ ISLA / MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY

Elliot still isn't used to the feel of Cece's hand in his, tugging him and Isla along in the museum. He's not used to the sound of her laughter or the sight of her smile when she sees him. Him. A smile has never meant so much to Elliot. Apart from Isla's. Each moment he spends with his little girl and her mom, he feels his heart ache with the sweetness of the moment. Like he can't believe he's existing in it. That he's there with them. C'mon, mama! C'mon Lil El! She says, letting go of their hands. Maybe the name should bother Elliot, but they're still getting used to each other, and he doesn't want to rush her. Besides, Lil El has never sounded better than it does when Cece says it in her tiny voice.

She runs ahead towards a dinosaur, and Elliot races to catch up, making sure not to lose the small girl through the crowd. "Now hold up, lil lady!" He says with a laugh, scooping her up. The sound of her delighted squeals brings a grin to his face, "you can't go dashin' off like that without your mama or me. 'Cause what if one of them dinosaurs comes to life?" He asks, laughing as she giggles, "what'll you do then?" I'd be friends! "You'd be friends with a dino?" Yeah! We'd play and be best friends! Elliot shakes his head, glancing to Isla. "That's definitely the Alvarez in her." @waterfallswords

[prescottreese]

who: closed | @cecevandoren where: public library (inside, outside, near - your pick) when: friday morning

Between digital media and his own notes, Scott had a pretty decent library to help him grow thing. The trouble was, as he started working with Gia, he realized how woefully short his knowledge was about grapes. And sure, the tender vines he had growing in a makeshift greenhouse were helping him plenty. But he still felt like he was missing something. He was still looking for resources. Thus, a morning trip to the public library. Unsurprisingly, the didn't have much of what he was looking for. It wasn't a common subject.

His face twisted a little when he saw his friend, unsure before the question was out of his mouth if she'd have an answer.

"Morning, Ce. Do you know if New Leaf has anything more robust about wine grapes? This place is kind of letting me down. Don't tell."

[benji-parker]

status: closed @pclymcrphcus(for cece)

out of the goodness of his heart, benji had offered the spare room in his apartment to a coworker who he knew was looking for a new place. if said coworker's behavior at work was anything to go based on, this was a bad decision. but, they always gave people the benefit of the doubt, regardless of previous impressions. now, thanks to this choice he had made, benji had been subject to cece's one night stands leaving their abode, coming home to the apartment in disarray, and loud, unexplained noises at all hours of the day and night.

one morning, they were getting ready for a shift, one that they were covering for their roommate, and sighed upon seeing the same pile of dirty dishes that had been in the sink for a week. this wasn't an uncommon occurrence, as he had learned over the course of living with cece. unfortunately, yet another thing that had turned out to be unpredictable was the mood she'd be in, as it seemed equally likely that she could be perfectly calm or screaming in their face. so, he was filled with dread when he was faced with the prospect of knocking on her bedroom door. well, the dishes had to be done.

they hesitate before knocking, an instinct not unfounded after their experiences in sharing the apartment. he manages to muster up the courage to rap on the door three times and no more, fearing what overdoing it could result in. when the door swings open they plaster a smile, albeit anxious, on their face, trying to come across as friendly as possible. "hey," he begins in a cheery tone, hoping this doesn't go poorly. "would you mind doing the dishes in sink before i get home from work? they've kinda been there for a while and i think most of them are yours."

[jaca3rys]

Me a month ago: I'm so in love! I want kids and four cats! Big house with me wife! Wind chimes and pretty dresses

Me now: blocking EVERY. SINGLE. happy WLW couple on my fyp. crying on my knees on my (concrete) floor. Unable to look at happy couples WLW or not without wanting to sob uncontrollably. Literally wanting to rip my fucking hair out whenever I see my brother in law kissing his girlfriend. PHYSICALLY unable to listen to certain songs.

[purplejan]

after brooke's show two of my friends plus a new friend went back to my place where i made us soup and we watched the episode again <3 absolutely the best way to end the night

also we made plans with the other girlies in front of the line to go to drag brunch together and i'm just so happy?? like how are all these people so cool and kind?? i feel so at home really

[daringsunflowers]

@entangledmuses

i want you close. i want to feel you sigh. - Cece to Sawyer

"i'm afraid if i get any closer than we i might actually squish you." sawyer chuckled as he wrapped his arms around cece and pulled her in closer to his chest. "what has so you needy today?" not that he was complaining.

[unpleasantsimms]

The next optioni s a little risqué for Brock. The see through panels and open back might give him a heart attack.

[hua-fei-hua]

For the fanfic ask game!

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc)?

oooo i'm proud of the fact that i've picked up writing poetry again after vowing to never do so again when i was 13!!! (lol)

i definitely thought in those years in-between that any poetry i'd write would inevitably be Cringe and Bad, using dumb or tonally dissonant phrasing or metaphors, but it turns out now that i'm older and a much more experienced writer in general, i can produce some really lovely things!! in particular, i'm proud of the way i sometimes integrate poetry into dialogue, taking care with the meter and rhyme, without presenting it in a way that breaks the flow or immersion-- ideally, absorbed readers won't even notice that it's poetry at all, like well-delivered shakespeare c:

fic writer asks~

[drop--pop--candy]

Cece Chillshot aka Cecelia Chillheart. and her sisters Calendula and Camellia

[theemporium]

okay but do I risk watching the devils game and being bad luck again?🤠

[artsy-jandi]

like black people are present in every single fucking genre and scene and popularized and straight up created several but people are so fucking hell bent on finding every possible excuse to not engage with their music because its easier than trying to confront their own racism. like okay well if its truly just a disinterest in most rap music then surely you listen to black artists in other genres right? who am i fucking kidding. of course you dont.

[jolteonwrites]

𝘑𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘈𝘓 𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘠 𝘖𝘍 𝘑𝘖𝘏𝘕 𝘖'𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘈𝘎𝘏𝘈𝘕, 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 35, 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 2023. a livingroom in new york city.

Never really had a sweetheart to come home to and I don't know why that would change now at 35. I've had little crushes before but that's not anything real. This didn't feel the same. I only ever heard those three little words from my family, or in a song... or from a girl I regret hurting every day. When she said it, all I felt was dread, remorse, regret... longing. But not for her.

When he said it, my heart leapt. And what does that mean? Wherever he goes, I follow. He's shown me every scar and let me kiss it, and to my surprise, I've done the same. He wasn't around for a month and it hurt so badly that I did not know how to contain it. It spilled out over me and I left a poisonous trail of it all over Arizona. Poisoned myself trying not to feel it.

Am I still acting as his friend? And how terrible would that be? This soft, delicate being who needs a friend more than anything and agreed to casual? I didn't realise I was the one with the warning signs. I don't know what this is but he needs a friend so I'll crush it down and just be what he needs.