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Firstly and most importantly, I wrote a book. Love nor Money is a “why choose” romance about Maya Alvani, a down on her luck woman who agrees to pretend to be the mistress of three of the cities most powerful criminals. For more information about the book itself go here.
Buy it here.

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📚<- This work is complete.
Requests are currently closed but thots are always welcome.

I am also brandyllyn on AO3

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Most things I write are explicit and I’ve also tried to tag / warn everything appropriately. Let me know if I missed something.

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Pinned Post writing fanfiction Poe Dameron / Reader santiago garcia x reader Poe Dameron / You frederick chilton x ofc nevada ramirez x ofc rafael barba x ofc star wars sequels triple frontier hannibal law and order svu poe dameron x ofc poe dameron x reader poe dameron x you poe dameron / ofc nathan bateman / reader nathan bateman / you ex machina javier peña imagine javier peña javier peña x you narcos richard alonso muñoz x reader richard alonso muñoz ezra (prospect) ezra x reader max phillips imagine max phillips max phillips x reader
seananmcguire
janemorris

im having feelings about the uffington white horse again

janemorris

so essentially there’s this cool horse drawn into the hills in england made out of chalk and it’s like 3,000 years old.

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people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but what’s interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, we’ve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesn’t disappear.

we’ll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. we’ll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.

the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, don’t you think?

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janemorris

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couldn’t agree more we’re best friends now

mystery-ink
neil-gaiman

“My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love. When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay. Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure. It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening. ‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention. ‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already. He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him. He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence. It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist? I asked him what happened on his adventure. ‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me. ‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look. ‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see? ‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’ ‘And so I did. ‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too. ‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better. ‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me. ‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said. ‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life. ‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me. ‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’ I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter. What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye? ‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’ My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale. ‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’ But I do. I really believe in it. And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.”

— Paul Magrs (via yourfluffiestnightmare)

Source: lifeonmagrs.blogspot.de
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thefloatingstone

Still watching this youtube channel about what I can only describe as "Dark Classical art" and this one absolutely floored me because I was unaware of it and I want to share it because it changes my perspective on this artist completely.

You might be aware of Louis Wain. If not by name then by his art. He's the artist behind that series of cat drawings that slowly became more and more abstract and bizarre.

This series of paintings of cats are often labelled as a visual representation of Wain's deteriorating mental illness and schizophrenia. Even more so often labelled as "a tragic display of a painter's failing battle with schizophrenia."

The paintings look like this and were painted around the very early 1900s.

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Ok got all that?

So here's the thing.

Although Wain did suffer from a mental illness that was strong enough for him to be institutionalized, his mental illness was never diagnosed with clear certainty. Although "Schizophrenia" is so heavily applied to him based purely on how his series of paintings LOOK, despite actual specialists widely disputing this. On top of this, although he did paint the kaleidoscope cat portraits during this time, it was not the only things he painted, and he was quite capable of painting "normal" pictures of cats.

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The Kaleidoscope Cat portraits are more images of him experimenting with colour and shapes, something the Smithsonian themselves state on their website.

Wain had actually made his entire living painting whimsical images of cats, often for product adverts, before he was incarcerated and was actually a very beloved artist at the time. When his friends learned of his incarceration, they started a collection of donation money to help transfer Wain to the Bethlam Royal Hospital instead, one of the best mental health facilities of the time. Even the Prime Minster of the time donated, and they raised a large amount of money across England to help him.

4 years later, Wain drew this as his final image which he released publicly

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I knew all about "the Schizophrenic cat Guy" but he had always been presented to me as some tragic case of an artist going mad and his skills and work unraveling as he went insane.

Which is why I wanted to share this information which was new to me. And because I think it's important.

astroboots

Anonymous asked:

I can’t remember if this has ever been mentioned or not (and I apologize if it has), but did Santiago ever fantasize about Boa in the past, regardless of whether he was alone or with someone else? Their mutual pining was so long standing and potent, I’d be surprised if he never indulged at least once

astroboots answered:

INDULGENCE

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x female reader

Summary: Santiago does not think of you that way.

Author note: just a tiny mini drabble that I did during my lunch break for you nonny!

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Santiago does not think of you that way.

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brandyllyn

BUT WHAT IF YOU DID SANTI? WHAT THEN?

Dad: What’s an OTP?

Me: One true pairing.

Dad: …

Me: …

Dad: What does that mean?

Me: It’s… 🤨 What are you trying to do?

Dad: This text says OTP.

Me: Give me that. [studies phone for ten seconds] One time password. It wants to know if you want to delete all your texts with one time passwords.

Dad: Oh. That sounds like a good idea.

Me: [not making eye contact] Yup.

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oonajaeadira

writeforfandoms asked:

Alright my friend. I'm coming at you with my request, because I really want to see how you flip this around.

Secret relationship with Jack Daniels.

Thank you love you mwah!! 😘

brandyllyn answered:

heh heh heh heh

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Jack Daniels
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Rating: Teen, I think no warnings?

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oonajaeadira

Jesus balls, Brandy. Why you gotta do me dirty like this?

I’m just gonna be over here digging this knife out of my heart...

brandyllyn

😁

youvebeenlivingfictional

String Theory

youvebeenlivingfictional

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Reader Red String of Fate AU

Rating:
T

Notes: As someone that is not Asian, I’ve researched the Red String of Fate and have found that it is based in many East Asian cultures, including (but not limited to) Chinese, Japanese, and Korean. What I’ve written is an interpretation of what I have most commonly seen referred to as a legend. I hope that what I’ve written is not disrespectful to any of the cultures or origins of this legend.

Not beta-read

Warnings: Cursing; light angst; fluff ; competence kink

Summary: Christopher had seen a string on his left hand, once.

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Originally posted by fka-thearchitect

“Coordinates set, Captain.”

Christopher nodded once, opening his mouth to reply, but he suddenly found himself unable to speak. He felt a throbbing around his left hand, a staccato pulse flowing from his left pinkie, up his arm. He lowered his eyes to his left hand, brow furrowing. He’d only seen the flash of red once; he’d never felt anything like this

“…Captain?”

Christopher lifted his head back to Helm, clearing his throat. He gave one solid nod.

“Hit it.”

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brandyllyn

OH MY GOD I MISSED THIS BUT NOW I AM HERE FOR IT. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS

youvebeenlivingfictional

Double Back

youvebeenlivingfictional

Part Six of Chapter and ‘Verse

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Pairing: Christopher Pike x Reader (Same Reader in various universes)

Rating: T

Notes: Hiiiii welcome to the last chapteeeeer thank you for reaaadiiiiing

Warnings: Cursing; fluff; angst; yearning

Summary: “I want to be your soulmate, even if I don’t believe in them.”
                  - Colleen Hoover

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Originally posted by elen-aranel


Whatever’s happened to Christopher—wherever he’s been, whatever he’s done—it doesn’t seem to have changed him the way his stint on Discovery did. There’s no hesitation; he settles back into the Captain’s Chair like he never left it.

But…Whatever’s happened to Christopher—wherever he’s been, whatever he’s done—seems to have changed the way he looks at you. 

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youvebeenlivingfictional

The Fucking Rodeo

youvebeenlivingfictional

Part Five of Chapter and ‘Verse

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Pairing: Christopher Pike x Reader (Same Reader in various universes)

Rating: T

Notes: …Hi again.This chapter is a recollection of the previous chapters from Reader’s perspective.

I take it back, this is the penultimate chapter.

Warnings: Cursing; fluff; angst;

Summary: “My soulmate is out there somewhere, pushing a pull door… I just know it.”
               -Unknown 

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Originally posted by elen-aranel

With the first transporter screw-up, you feel something wrong immediately. It’s in the way Pike looks at you. His gaze is dark, and has a blend of predation and intrigue. He grips his uniform, looks between it and Number One, and demands for you to escort him to his quarters. You do as he says, and decline his invitation inside for a brandy. 

You set Spock and La’an to keep an eye on him, and Number One. Despite their initial declination, the Captain and Number One’s questions about the Emperor and the strength of the Terran Empire raises your hackles, as well as the hackles of everyone on board. Once you manage to steer the Captain and Number One into the Captain’s Ready Room and put them on lock down, it becomes a matter of keeping them contained, and trying to unscramble the jumbled transporter logs. The damage seems to be from some sonic wave that whacked the ship right at the moment the Captain and Number One were attempting to beam up.

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brandyllyn

I’m sorry but the mental image of either Pike or Una trying to tunnel out of the ready room is pretty funny

youvebeenlivingfictional

Orbital

youvebeenlivingfictional

Part Four of Chapter and ‘Verse

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Pairing: Christopher Pike x Reader (Same Reader in various universes)

Rating: T

Notes: …Hi again. Look at younger Anson in that gif I’m losing my mind—

Anyway this may be the penultimate chapter? I’m thinking 1-2 more maybe. We’ll see.

Warnings: Cursing; fluff; angst; Starfleet era!Pike

Summary: “I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn’t stop it.”

         — J. Sterling

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Originally posted by heike-251

It’s a relief to look down and find himself in a Starfleet uniform again, but it’s not a Captain’s uniform—it’s an Ensign’s. 

“…Are you kidding—” Una starts, but—

“Chin-Riley! Pike! Get off’a the transporter pads, we’ve got others tryin’ to come in!” 

Una and Christopher scramble off at the barked orders, turning and eyeing transporter pads as more people beam in. Christopher looks down, running his hand over the uniform before he turns and catches sight of Una—a younger Una than he knows on the Enterprise. 

“…How old do I look?” Christopher asks lightly. 

“No older or dumber than you looked when you went up, Pike,” He hears, and feels his hip checked by someone’s—yours. He whirls around to watch you go, and finds a teasingly smiling version of you that he’s hasn’t since the Academy, and in photographs. Christopher can’t help the smile that overtakes his lips, nor can he help the way he watches you go.

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brandyllyn

The image of Christopher just sitting down on the transporter steps is so fucking in character