#g confesses

[ohiobluetip]

Hi!

No need to post this on your blog if you don’t want, but I saw your tags about Rick fics. I honestly don’t read a ton for him, but I have read some great ones by these writers! Hope you find something you enjoy! 💗

@in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather

@contesa-lui-alucard

@hopeamarsu

Thank you!!

[ohiobluetip]

So recently I finished reading White Noise and while I won’t give away any spoilers my early hopes/predictions for AD’s styling in Baumbach’s adaptation are this:

Jack’s meant to be 51 so we’ll see a bit of early stages of salt-and-pepper hair God willing

I’m thinking shorter hair like Pat or Dan style since Jack is meant to be an ~academic and a serious fellow

Glasses glasses glasses. Maybe larger ones like 1980s style OR a more rounded style like we saw in that Marriage Story promo pic with scarjo

A number of scenes refer to dark glasses (worn with a dark academic gown) and I’m praying for thinking the Raybans look from the Blackkklansman Cannes premiere 

Lots of neutrals and beiges. Maybe a wool cardigan here and there Charlie-style.

I’m fucking PSYCHED

[ohiobluetip]

Oh who me nah I’m just thinking about Maurizio Guccione at his vineyard with you and he's doing one of the quarterly surveys y’know usual business stuff but they've just fertilised and he can't fucking stand the stench so you hold your perfumed wrist up to his nose to smell that instead going like ‘here, papino,’ and he takes a small sniff and then, the shortest pause, followed by a long inhale, smooshing the tip of his nose onto your wrist.

Then it's like, he says onto your delicate skin, ‘where else did you put this principessa?' and he kisses you there, right there on your wrist where it tickles your nerves and teases your blood and then you with your other hand, you trace an imaginary line down the side of your neck from your ear and Maurizio, locking eyes with you, unnff he starts kissing up and up and up your arm until he's at your shoulder, your neck, your ear. full gomez adams this guy has gotta T A S T E it and he takes in a big huge lungful of your perfume and in his italian-american accent he goes like, 'gahd you smell so fuckin' good' and just starts making out with your neck right in the middle of the rows of grapes, right there among the vines, his hand goes to the cinched waist of your fit and flare dress and he huffs into your neck and i just--

[ohiobluetip]

In my feelings again so of course I wrote a Rick thing seems habitual at this point.

Imagine Rick coming back from a particularly gruelling assignment, where he was snapping photographs of a natural disaster or something. You wait up for him, but fall asleep reading in the armchair. You’re woken with the gentlest kisses, the softest grazing of his lips against the back of your hands, which hold the back of your book to your chest. Blinking your eyes awake you murmur something like, hey stranger, and onto your skin he replies with something like, hi ladybug. You move your book to the side-table and make to sit up, but from his knees before you he hushes you. No, stay, he says, stay stay, and eases your blanket down your body as he kisses up it. Up your chest, the bottom of your throat, up the side of your neck, along your jaw to your chin. He smells citrusy-fresh, and when your lips connect he tastes like it too—like the orange he ate when his plane landed. He slides his palms beneath you, wrapping you up in his arms, and the relief: he’s overjoyed, overwhelmed almost to tears after all he’s witnessed. He kisses all over your face desperately. He just wants to hold you, he says. He just wants to feel you. Hold your body. Feel your skin on his: even just your fingertips, pressing urgently against his to remind him that you’re here and you’re real. He kisses you with eager, slow kisses, once… twice… and a long, third time… before he nestles, one ear to your chest, over the top of your heart to count the beats. You press kisses to the top of his head, run one hand up and down his back and rub circles into his nape—letting him come home.

[ohiobluetip]

Uh ma’am excuse me you cannot just go posting gifs of Tom Hiddleston in one of the hottest scenes to ever be captured on film. I did a double take to see that it was you reblogging it and then a little squeal of delight because we clearly share exquisite taste.

Uh thank you for calling me out like this I deserve it. I scrolled through High Rise to watch that scene and I was so flipping disappointed that it was all of twenty seconds but then I remembered pilot!Loki from the Loki trailer and all was right with the world. (AU INCOMING MAY 2021)

I’m gonna lay a couple concepts at your door and see if you’ll let me in.

ONE: Enola Holmes AU where Cavill is Sherlock and Hiddleston (blonde/ginger) is Watson. Not only are they sometimes lovers but also they LOVE sharing this one girl—her name’s Reader and they’ve ruined so many of her corsets it’s not funny. Just imagine these two growling purring British accents calling you sweet names but saying the most mean, teasing things to you while they do. Whispering in your ear. “How wet you are, darling,” one says and the other LAUGHS, in mocking DERISION. Hot, breathy sighs. FUCK I’M--

TWO: Literally any Modern AU!Loki. Fucking LOOK at this.

Excuse me, shut up.

THREE AAHH: Ok this one has hounded me. Haunted me. Frost Giant!Loki. Blue. Cold. Red eyes. Horns. Sharp teeth and nails. Knotted dick. Seasonal mating cycle. He goes into heat every three months and his big thick blue cold cock stays hard for days. You, with the body and mind of a mere mortal, are not built to take it but somehow you do. Keep opening up for him, taking him, letting him breed fuck you and fill you fill of cold, silky, slippery cum over and over again. When you need a break you take him into your mouth.

Milkshake of the gods.

[ohiobluetip]

So if someone could write for me, a short chubby redhead, a custom smut where Rick Smolan sees how hard I’ve been working, hunched at the computer all day writing an assignment on neurodiversity in the classroom, then makes me a cup of tea and tells me I’m beautiful and plays with my hair and then we-

It’s me, isn’t it

I’m someone

[ohiobluetip]

Hahah ok but wait what if we all just pretended like Captain Hook was a thing and the fic is like, you’re a prostitute(?) he found in port and he sweeps you away and keeps you in his Captain’s Quarters on the ship to relieve his needs whenever he damn well pleases???

[ohiobluetip]

I’ve been thinking about these ridiculous (or not??) possible Kylo Ren AUs...

You already know about Mr Darcy, but what about:

Rasputin - from Anastasia (1997)

The Phantom/Opera Ghost - from Phantom of the Opera (like the 2004 version)

Young (or old??) Severus Snape - obviously from Harry Potter

Don Michael Corleone - from The Godfather

Heathcliffe - from Wuthering Heights of course (my absolute all time favourite book ever)

Cruella de Vil but gender-bender - from 101 Dalmations

But could they work...?