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[andthatisnotfake]

@artificialortega @junosjukebox @purecamp

Merry X-mas!

[purecamp]

@artificialortega GUESS WHAT WE DID TWO YEARS AGO TODAY… 🥹

[plegdoctor]

WIP WFriday

MY LAPTOP IS FIXED!! It spontaneously died a few days ago but now she is back and we can do the WIP motivation game. It was technically a three way tie until @artificialortega said she hadn't voted and casted a last minute vote for Letters of Lost Love, so that is what I've done. Pls enjoy this short extract. No it will not be coming soon, I am not that consistent I fear.

By the time Ellie has managed to drag the ring light up the ladder she has a script of sorts formulating in her head, a desired order of the letters to tell the story. The account is made quickly, fingers flying across the screen as she types in the first username she thinks of: LettersOfLostLove. She battles with the tri-pod to set her phone up, blinds herself with Aurora’s ring light, and it’s only by that point that she realises she doesn’t know what letter to start with.

Where do you start when telling someone’s story? A story that is incomplete. A story that consists only of inky scripture of a teenage romance, a silent rebellion in the form of their love.

Ellie picks a letter at random, hits record and starts reading.

My dearest Veronica,

First of all, all of the girls want to know how you’re doing!! They might’ve made fun of us but there’s soemthing romantic in your departure, something mysterious about the fact that you’re no longer here. Some of them are saying that your family moved because you’re poor I’ve told them that you’re well and that you’ll be coming to visit over Christmas (still so far away!) but of course I’ve kept you very close to my chest. They don’t need to know everything. And some of them are definietly doing it for gossip.

Talking of gossip (I am no better than them, truly) you will never believe what’s happened! Phillipa has dropped out of school to become a secretary for her father’s company. It’s a shame really, I always thought she might go to university, but she’s gone just like that. And Josephine (who now goes by Joe) has gone full Beatnik!! It’s a sight to behold but she really suits it. There’s rumours that a girl in the form below is pregnant (!!!!!) and I can say with certainty that your friend Ella from the lower form is dropping out soon to get married.

My sister shall be announcing her engagement soon I think, and whilst I did hope that she wouldn’t be married so young, I do like her boyfriend. Isn’t it weird to think I’ll soon have a brother? Although you’ve grown up with Tony so it can’t be that weird – I laughed so hard at your story of him in the supermarket!! I’m glad he’s doing well. And Heather too.

I miss you a lot. It had gotten better because of Phillipa becoming my friend but now she’s gone….

I’m happy to hear that you’re doing well. Your new friends sound wonderful, I very much hope to meet them someday. Maybe next summer? Mum has been meaning to write to your mum to ask if your family want to join us in Cornwall next summer, perhaps their families could come too? It would be good to kiss you  hold you like I’ve dreamed about  tell you I lov see your face properly and not just through pictures.

From your Tia xx

[artificialashley]

fell asleep and woke up in an @artificialortega fic

[alittlebitgoofy]

WIP peer pressure poll

got tagged by @fuckyeah-dragrace and eee looks fun, rules are here gonna title these my doc titles bc it makes it funnier

Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It's fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count)

Tag anyone you think might also enjoy this game (No pressure of course)

Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

If somehow that completes the fic or reaches the end of a chapter, move to the WIP with the second-highest votes and continue where you left off on your sentence/word count. Repeat until you reach your goal.

(Optional) Share what you wrote in a new Tumblr post with a link to the poll or in a reblog!

i'm gonna tag uhhh @artificialortega @puppywritesthings @jinkx-monswoon @snowflakenali and @space-monkeyz (sorry if anyone has been tagged i forgor)

[artificialgrinder]

Rugirl song review tag #1

I'm giving in. I'm doing it. 4 songs per day or week or whatever I'm dedicated to.

Disclaimer: these opinions are solely my own, and they are only for songs that I've sat down and listened to in the past. And, remember, this is all just for fun. ^_^

Incase anyone else wants to do this, here you go: @veronicasanders @artificiallita @artificialcandycane @imstillafuckinglibra @artificialortega @glittertrail @optimisticfruitcup @thecollectionsof @puppywritesthings

Song no 1: wow - Alaska Thunderfuck

Remember this song? Like just getting on the school bus all the way back in 2004, and someone was playing this out loud on their phone while you sat alone and thought about how Gary (or Gaz depending how cool you were with him) threw a pen at the maths teacher earlier. And like, the only thing that would make this day any better was if you could get whoever was playing this song to Bluetooth it to yours? But they wouldn't 'cause you were the loser kid. Thankfully, your Ma and Da got you the CD for Christmas so you go home and play it on repeat. Nothing beats 2000's pop punk and Alaska honestly slayed.

Song no 2: Girl Next Door - Trixie Mattel

It's catchy like. Aye. I went through a huge Trixie Mattel phase even to the point of making a musical, and despite the music being bubblegum pop, it was depressing. But I digress. This was one of the songs on the musical, and now I can't listen to it without thinking about this fucking musical I made. And not to mention I played it over and over. Played out for me. I skip it when it comes on my shuffle.

Song no 3: My Address is Hollywood - Adore Delano

My days, this takes me back to University days. As much as I prefer Adore's new material and her grunge vibe, I have to admit, I love her R&B pop era. We love you queen! <3

Song no 4: Now or Never - Blair St. Clair

THIS SONG DESERVED TO BE PLAYED ON RADIO STATIONS. YOU CAN'T LISTEN TO THIS AND NOT TELL ME IT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE AVICII MADE THIS SONG. SO MANY GOOD MEMORIES, PREDRINKING WITH MY BESTIE BEFORE GOING OUT AND SINGING THIS AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS I FUCKING LOVE IT IUHFIAHGIOHFBOHISD;OIGH

This me dancing to Now or Never fr

[andthatisnotfake]

@artificialortega Joewhora

what ive learned from making joke headcanons is that within an hour theyre usually no longer a joke

[phrynewrites]

oh hello there welcome aboard the taywhora clown bus!! could i request a little drabble pls? i will let u choose the au and trope but i would love to see the line “i think i would rather eat expired spam” bc it's hilarious and i can see either of them saying it 💖

Beep beep the bus just drove over the curb. Thank you for the request hun. I had so much fun writing these idiots who clearly don’t know shit about feelings. Enjoy!

AU: Roommates

Trope: Exes

Quote: “I think I would rather eat expired spam.” 

A’whora pushes the pedal of her sewing machine back just a nudge and stretches out her legs. She rolls the last couple stitches back and forth, then cuts the threads unceremoniously, resigning herself to completing the project sometime in the early morning, after some food and some beauty sleep. It wasn’t as though she was going to sleep much tonight anyway. 

She rolls her shoulders, easing the tightness gathering there and trailing down her lower back, pulling herself to her feet. As much as she loves the chair her and Tayce drunkenly rescued from the curb many months ago, hauled four flights up their cramped stairwell and shoved into A’whora’s office, the air light and crisp and giggling along with them; as much as she loved drinking Tesco chard, the bottle passed between them as she taught Tayce how to sew patches of scrap fabric into the chair to hold the bursting stuffing back, bandaging and sloppily kissing many a pricked finger, it still hurts after a while. It always does. 

So Awhora throws back the last of her cuppa and heads down the hallway, stopping at the smoke detector flush against the wall, getting on her tip-toes, tapping a cotted finger against the button until it gives a firm beep. She doesn’t want the apartment to burn down, partially because she couldn’t bear to see a dress she’s already put twenty hours of work into to go up in flames, partially because she doesn’t want a reason for the lease to break early, partially because fire kills people.

“What’s with all the candles?” A’whora asks, slipping the cot off of her finger and into the bin. She asks, though she already knows. It’s not as though Tayce has changed much, and Tayce was always one to set a scene for date nights, so the candles and stemless wine glasses aren’t out of place. She doesn’t give Tayce the chance to answer, choosing to jab at her instead. “Lavender doesn’t cover the smell of burnt rubber, babes.” 

Tayce rolls her eyes in return, still stirring frantically at the pot in front of her. “You’re not helpful, Whora,” she drawls, now jabbing at whatever's in that wretched pot with the back end of the wooden spoon, red sauce splattering across the stovetop, sticking in Tayce’s brow. “Fuck.” 

Awhora rounds the counter, grabbing at Tayce’s arm. “Slow down, Hannibal,” she chases with a laugh, taking the spoon from Tayce to stop the violent prodding and stop herself from wiping the sauce out of her brow. “Back it up and tell me what we’re doing here.” 

“What I think I’m doing here is massacring a piece of chicken until it’s cooked.” Tayce takes the spoon back, giving it a once over before tossing it into the already full sink. 

“Well…” A’whora grabs a fork and bumps Tayce’s hip away from the stove. “For starters, turn the burner off.” She brushes the pasta and sauce away from the chicken, holds it up in front of her face, and gives it a good once over. “And surprise...it’s burnt.” She then sticks it in Tayce’s face, watching intently as her eyes cross in front of the blackened chicken.

If Tayce’s bemused sigh—as though she didn’t know food could be overcooked—doesn’t do her in, then her pursed, plump lips surely do, like she’s brainstorming ways to unburn the chicken, or better yet, ways to have A’whora fix it like she always did, well, still does. 

“Just try it to be sure, yeah?” 

A’whora wrinkles her nose, returning the chicken to the pot and poking at it like it might grow legs and get on up. “I think I’d rather eat Spam, bloody canned meat, than this.” 

“At least this isn’t bloody, innit?” 

A’whora gives a playful shove. “You’re stupid,” she says, though she know’s she’s endeared by how quick Tayce thinks she is, how she jokes even when she’s fucked up, how A’whora wished she could do the same. She dodges Tayce’s return shove to grab the bin, nearly spilling over, and drags it to the stove. “You put the chicken in raw, or you cooked it first?” 

“You just put it in, let it cook with everything else, of course,” Tayce replies easily. “So we just take the chicken out and it’s a lovely Italian meal. I say I’m going vegetarian and she’s taken by my love of animals...” 

“You got to bin the whole thing.” A’whora interrupts, making a move for the pot, but Tayce grabs her wrist. 

“Just try some of the pasta. Maybe that’s done right.” 

“It’s not. It’s gonna give me food poisoning, babe.” A’whora knows it’s a touch blunt for the woman she knows can barely heat beans from a can, but is clearly trying, and that adding “babe” does nothing to soften it. She’d like to blame the feeling of Tayce’s slender fingers wrapped around her wrist on her snappishness, but she knows that makes her melt beyond her control if anything. 

Tayce scrapes the pot, muttering to the pasta “Suppose she thinks she’s a chef now. Right Gordon Ramsey but can’t make much more than a bowl of shreddies.” 

A’whora should be offended, but it’s true. And it’s Tayce. 

“I don’t know what to do, but I know what not to do, at least.” She clears her throat and tries again, releasing her wrist and holding out her hand for the fork. Tayce obliges. “You can’t put raw meat in cooked food. The chicken’s got germs and you’re overcooking the pasta and you’re boiling down the sauce to a paste.” She tries scraping a mushy noodle from the side of the pan. “That’s three reasons why I’d rather eat expired Spam, with my freshly manicured fingers, than try this, love.”

“Little old me got an upgrade to the fingers, huh.” After Tayce’s smirk falls into an indignant huff, she steals the fork back. “Lucky it’s not for you, dear.” She picks out the chicken and flicks it into the bin. 

“I’m just saying, you’re not getting fucked after feeding her that.” A’whora grabs the paper towel roll and wipes down the counter as best she can, knowing it’s going to need a good scrub later. From the sauce, of course.

Setting the fork down, Tayce tilts her head toward A’whora. “That’s not really your problem anymore,” she says, and A’whora almost thinks she’s imagining the lilting, coy tone, though she’s sure she’s not imagining the lightheadedness that comes along with it.

She swallows. “Well, I still genuinely care about you and your pussy, so I suggest you toss that in the bin and grab some takeaway.” She makes her way to the living room, tugging on a pair of boots before grabbing her wallet and phone off the coffee table. 

“And if you call in enough time, I might still be out to grab it for you.” A’whora grabs Tayce’s leather jacket off the hook—it’s the only one out here, and she’s not sure if she’s just too lazy to grab her own, or wants to send a message to whatever woman’s coming over—and shrugs it on, stuffing her hands in the pockets. “And if I’m still out, I might actually grab it for you.” She flashes a slick smile, nodding only once Tayce concedes and begins spooning the pasta into the bin. 

“That’s a love,” A’whora taunts, waving her phone a bit. “Let me know about the takeaway.” 

“Bitch,” Tayce mutters through a soft grin. 

A’whora opens the door, and says, into the falling night, “yours,” before heading out and locking up behind her.

[puppywritesthings]

hey angel!!! if u fancy it, could i request fluff 45 for any uk2 ship pls?? 💖

Sure thing! Here’s some cc Valentayce! 45. “This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me.”

It wasn’t right, but the sight in front of her was hilarious. Cherry could only laugh at the situation. “This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me.” 

“Oh, shut up, you HOUND!” Tayce bunched up the bottom of the dress she had held. “That was so bad, I don’t even want to get up.” She sulked, laying semi-supine with the fabric resting on top of her. It rose and fell with each breath.

She was half-tempted to just leave Tayce there to her own devices. Maybe Bimini or A’whora would have helped her up by then, but alas. No one was in sight, so she had to annoy her castmate with more puns. It was her noble duty. “Something… slip your mind there, Tayce?”

“Very funny.” She deadpanned back. Yes, tulle was slippery. “Aren’t you a bloody nurse? Shouldn’t you be seein’ if I’ve bruised something? We have a show in fifteen, y’know.”

“Alright...” Cherry playfully relented, helping Tayce back up and brushing some dust off her friend. “You win.” She plants a quick kiss on the bridge of her nose and takes Tayce by the hand. “Let’s see if it’s anything serious.”

[andthatisnotfake]

@callivich tagged me on this super cute Christmas tree! You can leave me a Christmas message and also create your own. Messages open only on Christmas.

Here's my tree.

Everyone is welcome to leave me a message and also make your own. Tagging a few people just for the sake of it, but don't feel pressured.

@daughterofscotland @fortheloveofdragandschitt @ktfranceebee @missjanjie @purecamp @phaniji @sickness-health-all-that-shit @steorie @theartificialdane @ungaroyals @zutaralesbian @zee-has-commitment-issues @piebingo @hilliska @hillerska-official @spookybibi @artificialortega @junosjukebox @captainjowl

[purecamp]

i just found this in my drafts and i have no clue how long it’s been there but WHOOPS here we go i guess 😭😭 even my tags are from whenever i saved this jfc

@artificialortega my love my life tagged me in this and i FORGOT but i am doing it now!!!

picrew link quiz link

laughs out loud

@fab-wolf-in-the-gloom ur turn bby

[plegdoctor]

Thank you @artificialortega for challenging me to make this picrew and take the quiz!

[artificialashley]

🎶✨ When you get this, you have to write down 5 songs you actually listen to and post them. Then send this (ask or tag) to 10 cool ppl✨🎶

ty for the tag music queen💗 @artificialortega | went on my on repeat and got the top 5! 3 of these are because they’re in my summer playlist (I realise it’s stormy in the uk right now but I was abroad for a week and really immersed myself), 1 is a new release n a banger and honestly idk why I’ve been listening to goodnight n go I promise I’m not THAT sad (but it is a tune…)

I certainly don’t have 10 people to tag but I will give @veronicasanders a reason to talk about Abba on here ❣️❣️❣️

[ellavaday]

peppasminby? peppasminby.

Peppasminby 😌

[artificialgrinder]

Snippet Game 🌻♡

Thanks for tagging me, @artificialortega you’re a real one! So I gotta go through my WIPs and search for parts that have the words I’ve been nominated. Then, post those snippets.  ⚠️ ⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD  ⚠️ ⚠️

Now, I don’t have any WIP’s available right now, so I guess I’ll try and post from the next few entries of Drag or Die! Anyway; my words are left, phone, annoy(ed) and why

Here we go

Left -  "Protecting your friend no matter what she’s done. Sign of a lovely person." Shangela noted, carrying a pile of books to sit with the others. "Not me, though. I would've just left it for everyone to see. Maybe then they'd take it up with her. I know she’s your friend, but I think that's just what she needs right now, honey."

Phone -  “They are very powerful, girl. Trust me. They're also all controlled. We detonate it through Brooke’s phone.” Tyra answered.

Annoyed -  Katya took an equal amount of time to check up on the different training groups, keeping track of their progress. Not that they needed much improvement. The only need for the training was to keep them focused and their skills sharp. She had the help of the other council members, each one passing her with a nod of the head and a simple “commander.” Those bitches. They knew it annoyed her. The first few times, it made her laugh. After a few more, it was okay. She’d smile.

Why -  “Well, why even bother with all the cheese? Maybe she could just approach her, have an honest conversation and then see where it goes from there.” God, Courtney was always the voice of reason. Where would they be without her? 

“Fuck that. You see, that is also cheese. In fact, that is even bigger cheese. Why don’t you have Adore sing a song too like we’re in some Disney Channel movie.” Willam protested, being the polar opposite to Courtney.

Okay! That was fun. I really hope yall avoided the spoilers. As for who should continue this train, I nominate @artificialcandycane @veronicasanders @thecollectionsof @artificiallita @madangel19 There’s other people I wanna tag but can’t for the life of me find their Tumblrs lol

Okay, waines. I asked a generator. Your words are remain, embrace, scream and childish

Have fun!  ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

[aqpippin]

hey angel! 13 and 30 please? it’s so nice to see u back! 🥰

Ortega!! so nice to be back angel! 😽

13. what’s your comfort food? —

a fry up ✨ I don’t think there’s much that bacon, eggs, toast and hash browns can’t fix tbh

30. what reminds you of home? —

salt air, jasmine flowers, roast dinners, sheer curtains