#nonny 🥸

[i-am-the-oyster]

OYSTERRR!!!! i have more beatle themed this or thats/would you rathers for you 🫶

would you rather see the bugs (in person) at the cavern or the rooftop performance?

clean shaven paul or mcbeardy?

would you rather know what really happened on the 1961 paris trip or 1968 india trip?

mendips or forthlin road?

fits before brian (leather get up) or after brian (suits)

general question: favorite beatle girl?

would you rather: have johns sense of humor or pauls eyelashes?

im glad u like these! i really like making them and your account is one of my favorites on bugstumblr 💗 i’ll start signing off with an emoji so u know it’s me - 🥸

NONNYYY!!!! You are so sweet <3 I'm so curious who you are now, are we mutuals?

would you rather see the bugs (in person) at the cavern or the rooftop performance?

I would rather see them at the cavern. There's so much footage of the rooftop, and it's such a bittersweet event. Whereas the cavern was the height of their live performance powers. Oh to be a secretary on her lunchbreak, as the world is opening up and the Beatles are just beginning to shine through the gaps!

clean shaven paul or mcbeardy?

This is a difficult one, because I first saw the Paul-light as he hopped over that chair in their new studio. I like that beard, but I don't like the "I am a man doing man things" beard from the following year.

But the soft cheeks and jaw are so good. Plus you get a better view of his neck with no beard. So I'm going to have to go with clean-shaven.

would you rather know what really happened on the 1961 paris trip or 1968 india trip?

Oooh Nonny, now you're really asking the hard questions. Hmmm. [sits staring into space for 5 minutes thinking of all the possibilities for both]. Nnnnggh Paris.

mendips or forthlin road?

Forthlin Rd, no question. The vibe in Forthlin in cosy home where your friend's ma would invite you in for a piece of toast. The vibe in Mendips is weird forbidding B&B you'll tell your friends about for years.

fits before brian (leather get up) or after brian (suits)

Suits for me. The leather just sounds icky tbh. And I adore the way they played with style and pattern even quite early on.

general question: favorite beatle girl?

Linda is my queen. She saved Paul from despair, and they matched each other's freak. He was a better person with her, I think. And I wish we had the opportunity to see how she'd response to recent changes in attitudes to gender and sexuality.

Honourable mention to Jane Asher who's dignity is impressive. And Mo who was there in the Cavern, and on the rooftop, a real one who deserved better.

would you rather: have johns sense of humor or pauls eyelashes?

Are we talking eyelashes to wear or to lick? I don't particularly want to have long eyelashes. I bet they're annoying when they get in your eye.

Can I have John's sense of humour but, like, without the mean parts?

Thanks for these Nonny, I look forward to more asks 🦪

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Bro Im dead why do people STILL keep calling you 'sunset…' 😭😭😭

But calling you by ur full blog’s name is lowkey insanity 😭😭😭😭😭😭

OKAY OKAY ALRIGHT IM GLAD I WASN’T THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THAT……..

[euphor1a]

💘💫🎀🎈💌 for the ask thing <3

Thank you for sending thru <3

💘 Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

→ Nope. If you asked me this question on my old blogs, I’d probably say yes. But since then I’ve moved blogs and am in the process of rewriting pretty much everything I had 😭, so no. Maybe 2 years later I’ll say yes to this question again (as I post more new stuff) but it’s a very big no for now.

💫 what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

→ Just so you know, I’ll take everything and anything from long essay to a paragraph to a single sentence or even emojis as feedback!!!!! But, if we’re talking about favorites, I must say reviews that quote certain dialogues or paragraphs or some random sentences and proceed to gush about that specific part are very, extremely dear to my heart 😭! I haven’t received feedback like that since forever sjdhjfhj but previously, I used to be part of this small fandom and reblogs with such comments were the norm there. I genuinely cannot tell you how much it means to an author when you pin-point something you liked and go ham over it ahgdgkjsfjkdfjksfjk it’s so 😭😭😭😭 wholesome and endearing </3 !!! And p.s: a comment or some sort of feedback can NEVER be annoying to a writer as long as it’s positive!

🎀 give yourself a compliment about your own writing

→ I think I’m pretty good at writing emotions and how a character is feeling in different circumstances. Also, my style is relatively simple but I guess that’s not necessarily a bad thing? My grip on the english language isn’t so good that I can be super poetic or something, but I have my moments!!!

🎈 describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

→ I don’t exactly have a way to describe my style as a writer because it’s literally never the same (specifically the actual writing process). I am genuinely more of a daydreamer than writer 😭! My imagination has no bounds and I can spend days picturing a novelworthy fic but the moment I try to write it.... 🤕😣😵 It’s a massive reason why my progress is so slow and why I’m never satisfied with what I end up typing. It’s like... the whole thing is SO GOOD in my head. But when I try to type it down it just never turns out the way I want to :( ?! This is also why you guys don’t see longer fics from me often. Ahgdgkjsfjkdfjksfjk it’s SO FREAKING annoying 😔!

💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

→ You know what, the amount of longer fics I have in my wips is insane. If only I could EVER finish them n share with you guys :( ... All sorts of aus and pairings and genres are in there. And it’s all so exciting but 😭😭 sigh... If you want some tea on for sure upcoming stuff though, I only have bf chronicles’ next part to talk about as I’ve been focusing on it entirely as of late. Let me just say that it’s painful to work on. Cause bfc!mingyu is way too much for my own mental well being and it’s extremely hard to work on it without going through a manic episode of a delulu kpop stan. Yes, I said it. If you’re asking for something entirely brand new though,,,, I’ll be posting something no one expects from me. (Read a fic for a group I don’t write for; also, misc. masterlist coming soon)

— let’s get real! fic writer asks ✉️ ( inbox )

[bobardo]

edited :)

tw!! carmy has a shit family alright 🤷🏽‍♀️

back again bc boxer!carmy keeps beating at my skull the same way he beats the box bag so pt.2!!

previous part.

boxer!carmy who follows a routine (can’t fucking function without one. not since he was 10. not since dad beat one into his brain. not since mikey said ‘fuck you!’ to everyone that ever loved (loves) him and blew his fucking—

…whatever).

(it’s not fucking whatever).

boxer!carmy who always, always, puts his all into sparring at the gym after his pre fight weigh-in, until the very last second. it’s written across his features, an expression of clear script, exposing the deeply ridden concentration and calculation he gives to ever pad he dodges and every punch he throws.

he can never sleep before a fight (can barely sleep, period), but he forces himself to drink some bullshit vudu tea eddie swears by (because as annoying as his constant preachings about it are, carmy can’t deny that it’s yummy), and he’ll play soothing sleep audios (trains; feels strange living over a city with honking horns instead of trembling tracks) to put his mind at ease so he can catch a few fleeting hours.

and yet, for whatever fucking reason, from the moment he stepped off that stage (bloodied and battered) and walked through the gym door—showered afterward, and drove home in a feverish haze—carmy can’t get himself to stop thinking about the color pink.

(feels younger, somehow. lighter. hasn’t fixated on pretty, meaningless shades and hues since elementary school, when mom still muffled her wails, when dad’s rum & coke had actual coca-cola in it, not just rum. when sugar wasn’t crying so much, and when mikey was… well, mikey).

boxer!carmy who doesn’t let this deter his performance any, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s still there, present, lingering between the concentrated punches and calculated dodges, ringing in the dark recess of his mind as a soft mantra, a prayer.

he can’t remember the last time he felt like this—this—this gooey, hazey, molten infatuation that wraps around his limbs and bleeds into his flesh, disarming his devices, painting over his fluttering eyelids in vibrant, intimate pinks and dusty, pale reds. it’s maddening. it’s addicting. it’s…

god.

boxer!carmy who shows up to his pay-per-view fight like any other match day, crew by his side, dressed to impress in dark dress pants and a cream linen shirt, first few buttons left undone. he’s got got all his signature rings and chains (only three of those, none too flashy), a small, golden hoop locked in each of his earlobes, and a sleek pair of christian dior loafers with sunglasses to match to shield his eyes from all the flashing lights (because paparazzi don’t know when to fucking quit).

he nods his head methodically to the music streaming through his beats headphones, and in the back of his mind he absently notes that the paps are being more aggressive than usual, but the thought is quickly smothered by more (subjectively) important, pressing matters at hand (though, it really shouldn’t be that hard to figure out; since when did his beats change from charcoal to pink?).

boxer!carmy who slips into his respective locker room beyond ready for this fight. always has faith that he could win (since before nacho and benny and eddie, when nobody else did), but something about this fight feels different. secure. a sure thing. can’t stop himself from, for the first time, actually not worrying about the outcome of this match because he knows. don’t ask him how, he couldn’t explain it (has never been good with turning thoughts into words), but he does, okay? call it intuition (if it was pretty and soft-looking, donned in pink with kisses of gold, and made you feel utterly defenseless, then, sure. intuition).

boxer!carmy who goes through fight preparations (tapping, mouth guard, etc.) with this smug fuckin’ look on his face that eddie notices—notices everything, the observant bastard.

“wha’s with the look?” eddie grumbles, gravelly and rich with wisdom.

carmy peeks at him through his curls. plays dumb (not well).

“wha’ look?” he asks, brows furrowed in a poor attempt to come across genuine, then looks right back down at his lap.

eddie levels him with a look that holds something real in his eye, raw.

“c’mon, kid.”

his eyes flit up again, and he shrugs. grins, like eddie’s never seen before.

“jus’ got a feelin’ ‘bout this one, y’know? i’ma win.” his words leave no room for argument. definitive.

and, as much as eddie would like to bring him down to reality, even he can’t deny that this probably will be the reality of the situation. he’s seen carmy fight before, he’s seen him keyed up for it. but not like this. that’s determination. it’s dedication, and preparation, and sleepless nights, and blood and tears and toil.

this is not that.

this is confidence.

this is fucking foresight.

“yeah, kid?”

carmy smiles so hard his secret dimple pops out. flits his eyes back down to his lap, and utters, “yeah, old man,” as he nods his head, still cheesin’.

and eddie smiles, too.

“alright, bear.”

boxer!carmy who walks through the underground tunnels of the o2 arena feeling good. light. and, even still, his hands, firmly secure in his gloves, sweat with anticipation. fingers, forced to gently curl, twitch and jerk, antsy.

he jumps up and down, inhales and exhales to ground himself, knocks his fists together, loud, harsh.

as he approaches the doors that lead to the roaring crowd, he recalls why he placed these gloves on his calloused hands to begin with (doesn’t think he could fuck up a 10 year old so severely, let alone his own child), and hears the gentle coo of a mother in his ear, feels the cradle around his fists…

there’s still a weight on his shoulder, though. a burden to be carried. a problem to be fixed.

boxer!carmy who considers himself and pretty capable guy. well rounded in most areas (more or less), despite the abundance of shitstroms he’s been through.

but he knows, there are some things that even he can’t do. not him. not carmy.

the bear, though…

well, there was absolutely nothing the bear couldn’t do (wouldn’t do—the bear; feral, insatiable, unstoppable).

boxer!carmy who walks out to a crowd who offers him nothing but boos’ and profanity as he strolls into the ring, but it slurs and muffles into scattered bullshit in his mind (thinks about it the same way he thinks about mom’s screaming, and sees enough red that he almost finds the kindness in his heart to feel bad for what he’s about to do to timmy boy. almost).

boxer!carmy who is never not professional, takes his job so incredibly seriously and values all that it’s given him so much it’s probably a little unwarranted. but he’d be lying to himself if he said he isn’t pulled (very slightly) out of his boxing mindset the moment he lays eyes on the pretty broad who stays hooked on timothy grayson’s arm.

dressed in pink. of course.

boxer!carmy who is only a man, one of the good one’s (obvi), but a man, nonetheless. he can’t stop the way his eyes flit around her form, her figure, hugged just right in that tensile lookin’ crocheted sweater dress she’s got on (baby pink, this time, with cute little 3D flowers and spaghetti straps and triangle cups that look seconds away from unraveling), decked out in gold jewels that don’t shine nearly as bright as her, standing pretty in kitten heels (baby pink, to match the dress).

jesus, her tits are practically spilling from that… flimsy fuckin’ thing, a cross settled between the valley of her cleavage, and a first initial.

T.

he bites back a deep grunt when his eyes locate her soft pout, and then those captivating brown sugar eyes.

boxer!carmy who, upon meeting her eye, is prepared to suffer a silent scolding. awaits the heat of a fiery glare with cool acceptance, but it never comes.

instead, those brown sugar eyes drip with something sweet and sensual, like honey. sticky.

the pretty broad in pink smiles, soft, sultry, and bites her plump, shiny bottom lip.

…oh, she is trouble.

his cock gives a weak pulse, half-hard and neglected, and carmy smirks as he watches those brown sugar eyes. sends the pretty broad a sly wink. feels a sick sense of deja vu, and catches timothy’s glare.

he can’t wait to finish this fight.

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a/n: shld honestly js make it a mini series atp im so in love w this trope 🥸🥸

loosely edited/proofread!!

[goldfades]

manger!yn is by far my favorite series rn on here but let's talking about her drip first since I don't think I've seen anyone talk about it.

I saw this girl in a corset button up and that's when I spiraled. I like to think her fits for game days would be a mix of office siren and hot mom (very tempted to create a pinterest board merely for this). She would wear a lot of flared out slacks and jeans with elaborate button ups and shirts for the ✨aesthetic✨️, and sometimes colorful sweatsuits.

Let's also get into her being the best arm candy there is. Like all of the girls would be arguing about who gets to walk with her💀💀 and she's just giving them all the nastiest side eye.

Idk if I'll frequently be a nonnie but this my fav emoji--😗

NO BABES ME TOO I LOVE READING UR ASKS AND EVERYTHINGGGG, it's sm fun!!!

OH for sure!!! hot mom to the max, but i feel for special games she'd have that professional look. but her shoe game?!?!? yes, the girls have put her on and she's never caught without her 300 dollar baskteball shoes 😭

arm candy FOR SUREEE, like everyone wants to show her off LMAOOO😭😭😭 bbg pretends not to like it but she loves it, she lovesssss being shown off!!!!!! she'll usually choose the seniors at the time because yk seniority and stuff but yeah, she's so trophy gf coded!!!

i'll add u to the list just in case babe

(also if u make a pinterest board, sharing is caring 🥸)

[battyoldman]

Poor Ed can't believe u get bullied like this 🥺🥺🥺 🫂

I know 🥸, dearest 💕 Nonnie 🌚. This is textbook 📕 elder 🧓 abuse 🤜

[beefrobeefcal]

https://x.com/pedrospascall/status/1650803842110435329

🥵🥸🥩

I agree… oh I agree, Nonnie. Dave tummy is ALWAYS a good thing.

*nonsensical beefro gobin chants eminate from the sewers, accompanied by a chorus of kazoos*

Beefro 👌🥩💜

[wandaslittlebird]

as always, stunning work 😩

are we allowed to beg u for a continuation starting from or like the alternate ending??? g!p or no g!p?

— quiet and observant nonnie 🥸

I really did like making this so I may make a part 2 in the future starting at the second ending!

Right now I’m getting locked into finishing part 3 of “Her Special Girl”, probably with some fluffy drabbles in between since it may take me a little while to finish.

I really have to be in particular mood for smut writing and my A/C is out right now, so I am NOT feeling it 😂

[gigglesoup]

Glad you felt confident enough to post a face reveal! Sad I missed it tho 😭😭

Don't worry nonnie, maybe you'll get to see my ugly ahh snoot if i ever feel pretty around here again 🥸

[survivingandenduring]

I'm here on Pedro Camp sneak duties 🥸

I present a limerick.

There was a young woman called Sally,

Who loved an occasional dally

She sat on the lap

Of a well-endowed chap

And said,' You're right up my alley.

Thanks for the limerick nonny 😂 (im not sure that one made to Will Livingston’s books 🤭)

and here’s my well endowed chap with a lap to sit on

[horsebark]

Re: Your dragonplay bdsm post

Claw rings are my favourite easy little addition to anything else. You can find tutorials for “origami cat claws” and make yourself a set from scrap paper super quick for basically free. One of the best things about this method is they’re “retractable” (and you don’t have to be very careful with them). I’ve also seen some jewellery ones that go over the tips of your fingers if you want to get fancy. Just made myself a new set of claws with oven-bake-clay.

-Nonny 🥸

u have the worlds biggest brain. i fear i may need to make some claws (as if my human nails aren’t sharp enough)

[i-am-the-oyster]

oysterrr a day in the life!! :) - 🥸

nonnyyy 🥸 you're back! I was wondering about you today <3

This is another one I remember from my childhood. I must admit that in those days I didn't love Paul's part. There's a certain Paulish comfort with domesticity and a (deceptively) straightforward melody that I had yet to embrace.

Ringo's contribution to this song is vital and underrated by the way.

I love the pair of orgasmic crescendos, separated by Paul's contribution which slides effortlessly back into John's part. Who sings the 'ah's? I think it's both of them.

It never occurred to me that the 'holes' that fill the Albert Hall were 'assholes' till I saw Paul mention it in an interview.

The final piano chord is just ...

I don't think I agree with putting the looping central groove recording on the end of ADiTL on digital versions. They are separate entities in my mind.

[jerzwriter]

🤔🥸🫘

Hey Nonny! Thanks for the ask and Happy New Year to you!

🤔 Are there any new characters you want to write about?

Yes and no. I'd like to develop some of the OCs in my Open Heart worlds a little more, and possibly COP and WTD, too. I'll see where it goes. But, in general, I've introduced those characters already, so it's more expanding on them than creating new ones. However, I never say never!

🥸 Does anyone in IRL know you write fanfic or original fiction? If not, do you plan on telling anyone this year?

Some do, some don't. Most know I write original work, but fewer know about fanfic. But I'm not at all ashamed of it; I just choose who I wish to share things with.

🫘 Spill the beans. What's a new project you're doing this year?

Nothing really big. I've come to a place where I write solely for my own pleasure (for the fandom). But I do plan on writing more for Ethan x Kaycee's HC in 2025, wrapping up some Tobias x Casey HC, and wrapping up all of my outstanding series—that's a personal goal of mine.

Thanks again for asking! :)

[enmi-land]

hi didi, what language is Mila studying right now and how many languages does she know?

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OMG A PIZZA NONNIE?? WELCOME TO THE FAMILY MY LUV 💟💟 also “didi”?? @prbywoo Mina bb your nickname for me has started to spread— you’re officially a trendsetter now 💖💖 ANYWAY!! to answer your question anonnie, i shall hand it over to the woman herself 🥸

🐼 I’m fluent in Chinese, English, and Korean, but I know enough Japanese to carry a basic conversation. I know how to say some phrases in lots of different languages from all the travelling I do, but the ones I mentioned are only ones I count as languages that I know—so, four languages! I’ve always wanted to learn Russian, though—it’s just so pretty to me for some reason, and I can’t explain why…

[awesomefringey]

Your profile picture, is it a manip or real??🥸

Oh it’s a manip, nonnie. They didn’t sit next to each other during the 2013 VMAs. But they should’ve!

[chuluoyi]

I heard Mr. Chu is shy 🥸 do you show him your blog? Maybe he can learn something from satoru, hehe🤭

omg not mr chu!!🥹🥹 that’s too cute and i’m reminded of apink’s song (which i love too!) ohoho and nonnie soooo

my bf doesn’t know i run this blog BUT he almost caught me several times😫 i want to keep this from him as long as i can but should he catch me i won’t shy away because he is the one getting me into jjk in the first place!!😭 like you know the first time i met him (literal first meeting way before dating), he was wearing yuta and rika uniqlo shirt (i didn’t know jjk back then) so i asked him about it and jumped into jjk hole—simping gojo and you know the rest🥹

he (playfully) judges me hard for thirsting after gojo, deadpans when i told him everything about him, and can only facepalm when i showed him that 30cm gojo plushie i bought🥹🥹🥹🥹 it’s fun to mess with him