but the theme was basically just supposed to be clothes that are different from what they wear around the house

Carmilla Movie Theory

You’ve asked me to tell you a story, to weave you a theory. My inbox sings with your requests to try and jumble everything together. You ask. I’ll deliver. 

Originally posted by loveisweakness-clexa4life

I’ll give it my best shot because there’s nothing I like more than a challenge. We’re sticking to the usual plan of trying to make the most ridiculous but still kinda plausible theory possible. To start us off, here’s what canon information I have to work with.

  1. The Existing Carmilla Mythos - So we naturally have everything from the 3 seasons to work with. You’ve seen the web series. You know.
  2. The Original Trailer - This is the one on the beach that announced the movie. Frankly, I’m curious as to how much of this will actually apply because from my understanding it was put together before they had a script. As a scene, it’s probably cut.  I’m treating the information as canon because I don’t have enough material to be cutting ANY of it.
  3. The New Cast Information - Literally yesterday, we received the names of three new cast members. Seeing as I’m going to make the case that these are all literary references (stay tuned) just their names alone give me info. They are:
    1. Emily Bronte
    2. Charlotte Bronte
    3. The Woman In Black

Now we do our magical conjecture and fun fact building to try and whip it all together into a coherent story. Basically, I’m going to write you a movie because I’m a novelist at heart and a story structure buff. We’re going to try and figure out what we can expect when the movie releases in the fall (?). Buckle up, creampuffs.

 This is going to get 7k words worth of messy from parents to exes to fish gods to old school novellas. 

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Selfie Saturday - Natalie Prass

With the voice of an angel and some serious guitar-shredding chops, Natalie Prass has been turning heads with her sweet take on classic 70′s soul pop. Her self-titled debut album dropped earlier this year and after seeing her play our House of Vans SXSW show, we were itching to hear more. Read on to find out Natalie’s fave spots in Nashville, playing keys for Jenny Lewis’ band and the unusual comparison she gets to Disney princesses and movies. 

Photo: Ashley Osborn

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7 Minutes of Who? // Ashton Irwin

i have nothing to write about so enjoy this

Requested: Nah

Rated: i don’t like giving rating bc clearly this is a smut account

** Requests are open


School. It’s not that you dreaded school, because you didn’t. You were actually one of the upper-classmen. You were smart, you have enough friends to keep you happy, and you were liked by almost everybody in school. Emphasizes on that almost. There was one person that you seemed to not get along with. Ashton Irwin. His friends liked you, so why didn’t he? It was probably a social ladder thing. You see, you had your crowd and he had his. If you two combined crowds you’d probably take over the entire city. Not joking. Both of you seemed to have power over anyone. 

When you got to the school, you were greeted by your group of friends, waiting for you at the entrance of the building. The cliche thing about this, is Ashton’s group waiting directly across from your group every day waiting for him. Just as you got to them, Ashton got to his friends. The two of you looked at each other, both of your eyes throwing daggers at each other. What brought you two away from each other was your friends pulling you to look at them and pay attention to you, as his friends did the same to him.

“I don’t know why you torture yourself with even looking at him? If you don’t like him, just don’t look at him.” Y/F/N said, as she pulled you to your locker.

“I just don’t get why he doesn’t like me. What have I ever done to him?” You asked her, and the other friends who were around your locker.

“I don’t know, but he just needs to grow up.” She mumbled.

Third period. That’s one of the five classes you have with Ashton. Usually, the two of you just ignore each other, but today was different. Ashton walked into the class and sat right next to you. You tried your best not to look at him, but you felt his eyes on you. You sighed and turned to him.

“Can I help you?” You asked rather harshly.

“What do you say we get lunch today?” He asked and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I’m sorry, aren’t you supposed to hate me?” You asked. There was no point in pretending you liked each other.

“Oh trust me, I do. But haven’t you heard, you keep your friends close, and your enemies closer?” He smirked, turning to the front of the class. You turned your attention back to the class, but you weren’t really paying attention. You were breaking down what Ashton had said to you. You agreed, keep your enemies closer.

At the end of the class, you got up as did Ashton. You looked at each other, his eyes asking if you would join him. You nodded and the two of you walked out of class together. You knew eyes were not he two of you. You even heard some gasps. Your hatred for each other was known throughout the whole school. Clearly it was weird that you two were walking together.

The cafeteria was loud. But when you guys walked in, chatter started to die down. You looked for your friends, as Ashton clearly was looking for his. You spotted yours, them walking towards you. Ashton got his friends, and both of you guys made way to a table that can hold al your friends. When you sat down, Ashton was next to you, your friends on one side and his on the other. Nobody tried to merge. 

“So.. are you guys friends or something?” Ashton’s friend, Luke asked.

“No.” Both of you replied.

“Then what are we doing?” He pushed.

“We are about to create Hell.” Ashton smirked. He had a plan. Maybe he had the same plan as you. 


A whole week passed. You and Ashton still managed to eat lunch with each other everyday. Your friends started to talk with his. This was going to work. Maybe Ashton came to realization that both of your crowds could actually take down the city. 

It was Friday. You guys were sitting at the lunch table. everyone was conversing with one another, but you and Ashton. 

“So how about a party tonight?” Ashton asked out of nowhere.

“I think we need a little more planning than that.” You said putting your sandwich down.

“Okay, my place at 8, is that enough planning?” He chuckled. Ashton was known for his parties. Everyone knew it. You have never been to one of his parties so you don’t know what the big whoop was about them, but apparently, they were the best. 

“I guess so.” You shrugged. Ashton nodded, standing up on his seat. Everyone stopped their talking.

“Party at my place at 8! Ask people for my address!” He called, and everyone cheered. 

“So I’ll see you at 8.” He said to you as the bell rang. 


At 8, you were barely done getting ready. Ashton had sent out a mass text to everyone in your group that the theme was Neon. You didn’t have much neon, so you called Y/F/N over to get ready with her. She brought all the neon clothes she had. By eight thirty, you were situated into a neon yellow muscle tee, that showed your sides, having you wear a black bandeau. You were wearing black shorts that had a bunch of rips in them, but you could probably care less..It was a party, nobody cared how you dressed. Plus, nobody would ever insult you, you knew that. Anyways, you were wearing matching, neon yellow Adidas socks that stopped just under your knee. You had converse on and had a neon yellow snapback on. You had to admit, you didn’t look bad. Y/F/N was wearing a neon pink dress and some other small things to match. Once both of you looked good, you left, arriving at the house at 9.

Basically, the whole school was at the party. Maybe people from other schools. Everyone was wearing neon. When you entered the house, there were neon lights, like the ones you see at bowling alleys around the house. How did Ashton even have these? You were impressed. As you walked further into the house, you saw a small station where people were waiting each other with neon. You made a mental note to get there soon. You left your friend as you walked looking for Ashton. Eventually, you found him in the kitchen. He was wearing a neon green bandana, neon paint under his eyes and along his arms. To say the least, he looked good.

“Hey!” You called over the blaring music. Ashton snapped his head to you and smiled. He grabbed a cup and poured in some alcohol in it, handing it to you. You took the drink from him gladly and took a few sips, the burn satisfying you. It’s been forever since you had a drink. 

“Wanna get painted up?” He asked, leaning on the counter. You nodded and Ashton took your hand, leading you to the painting area you saw before. 

Ashton put his cup down, and took yours, putting it next to him. You watched carefully as his took a can of the paint and dipped his long finger into it. He brought it out of the can and ran his fingers along your cheeks, making the same marks he had on his face, on yours. He then took some more and did more matching marks on your arms. Chills erupted wherever he trailed his finger. 

“You should put a hand print on my ass.” You joked while looking at Ashton.

“Are you being serious?” He asked, looking at you with hope?

“I mean, I don’t have a problem with it.” You shrugged. With that, Ashton plunged his hand into the can. He looked at you as he took his hand out. He looked at you as if he was asking if this was okay and you just nodded. Ashton pulled you closer to him with his non-painted hand, both of your chests pressed to each others. You were so close, you were practically breathing to air he exhaled. Slowly, Ashton placed his hand on your bum, gripping it lightly, leaving his hand print on your black shorts. You didn’t jump, you actually liked the feeling. 

“Thanks.” You smiled up at him. Your hands were on his chest, as he kept his hand on your bum, the other of the small of your back.

“Any time.” He chuckled, removing his hand from your bum but placing it on your hip. The two of you looked at each other. Neither of you wanted to break eye contact first. For the first time you could actually stand him.

“What do you say we go find out friends?” You whispered. That’s how close you guys were. Ashton nodded. Both of you walked around, finding both of your groups sitting in the basement. Y/F/N was currently trying to do the worm, while Ashton’s friend Calum was trying to teach her. The two of you laughed at the scene, everyone seemingly getting along. Once your friend got it down, everyone started to cheer, watching her do it again.

“So, let’s play a game?” Luke said and everyone nodded.

“Truth or dare?” Ashton offered and you booed.

“Lame! Let’s do something a little more interesting.”

“I mean, we can do spin the bottle.” He shrugged.

“Or, we can play truth or dare and each time someone chickens out, they have to remove an article of clothing.” You said and everyone nodded, liking your twist to it. 

The game began. Calum was already without a shirt, Y/F/N had removed her sock, and Y/O/F/N had taken off her snapback. Luke had just done his dare, and was now sitting back int eh circle you all had formed. He looked around until his eyes landed on you.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” He asked. 


“Okay is it weird for girls to take body shots off of guys or..?” Luke asked and you all shrugged. “Okay, well… Y/N do a body shot off of me.” Luke said.

“Okay.” You shrugged. Luke removed his shirt and laid down on the couch. Someone had ran upstairs to get a shot, and some whipped cream since they couldn’t find salt. They also grabbed a cherry rather than a lime so the taste wasn’t weird. They put whipped cream leading up his chest and pt the cherry on his mouth. You didn’t hesitate to clean up the whip cream, take the shot, and then grab the cherry from his mouth. You weren’t very fond of cherries, so you threw it aside, and pressed your lips to Luke’s quickly, then removing them. Everyone was cheering, there eyes watching the two of you.

You looked up at everyone, your cheeks clearly red. Your eyes caught Ashton’s immediately. He was biting his lip while watching you. Both, you and Luke sat back in the circle, the game continuing. You looked around the circle, your eyes wanting to look back at Ashton’s.

“Ashton, truth of dare?” You asked.

“Dare.” He replied, his eyes trailing to your breasts.

“7 Minutes in Heaven with…” You looked around the group and nobody seemed interested, “Just go.” You smiled. Ashton coughed, his eyes widening. 

“Uh, okay.” He said, standing up. Once he was gone, you looked at all the girls in the group. They all said that you should just go, so you did. You stood up, walking to the closet Ashton had gone in. The light was off. Ashton had no idea it was you. Once you were both inside, you shut the door. He just stood there.

“We have 7 minutes, do something.” You said, trying to change your voice a little so he didn’t know it was you just yet.

After you said that, Ashton brought his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer. He brought his lips to yours, you opening your mouth to let his tongue slip in. The taste on alcohol was still of his tongue. You let him take control. He slipped your shirt off as you pulled his over his head. His hands cupped your breasts, making you moan in pleasure. He began to trail kisses along your neck, pulling your bandeau down.

“May I?” He asked, as he brought his hand to unclasp your bra.

“Yeah.” You breathed. He unclasped your bra, letting your breasts spill out. He took one of them in his hand, attaching his mouth to it, sucking on it lightly. You had your hand sin his hair, tugging at it as he continued to add pleasure. You brought your hand to his crotch, palming him through his jeans. Ashton continue to knead your breast with one hand, the other on your bum. He brought his lips back to your neck, sucking on it, trying to leave a mark so he knew who was in the closet with him once you came out. You hands roamed Ashton’s back.

Before you could do anything else, there was a knock at the door, the person calling the seven minutes were up. That quick? You asked yourself. You began to dress yourself again, feeling around for your shirt. You felt to see if there were sleeves. When you knew it was yours you slipped it on. After you thought you looked fine you stopped moving. Ashton was already dressed.

“You’re going to stay in here and wait 2 minutes until you come back out.” You said.

“Uh. Okay.” He said. You opened the door and quickly slipped out. You rushed your friend to take off her shirt and give you hers. You switched shirts and gave her your snapback. You fixed your hair so it was covering the now forming hickey.

Ashton came out of the closet and looked at everyone in the group. He tried to look at everyone, trying to figure out who was in the closet with him. His eyes widened when it laded on your friend next to you. You and your friend looked at each other and laughed both of you shaking your head. 


I’m thinking of doing a part 2.

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The drive to Cyn’s place wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be. I bonded with Elexia or Lexi as she stressed countless of times way better than I thought I actually would.

“You excited for the party?” I asked as I turned down the block

“Not really, I was surprised when Cyn invited me because I have this strange feeling that Traci don’t like my ass at all” she laughed a little

“Why you say that?” I asked

“She looks at me like I killed her mother, like literally her side eye is vicious I swear” she said shaking her head

I chuckled because that just sounds like Traci, her attitude stays on hundred. She’s going to fuck with the wrong person one of these days and they gon’ put her little prissy ass in check.

I’ve come to terms that she’s my blood sister and I would hate for some to check her in front of me but if push comes to shove what can I really do? Because she was in the wrong.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Felicity has a date. Oliver, Diggle, and Roy get protective. Jealous Oliver too.

“What’s his name?”

“What does he do?”

“Can he outrun a speeding arrow?" Three heads turned to Oliver. "What?”

“Nobody can outrun a speeding arrow,” Felicity said pointedly from the metal stool the three men perched her on. Once they’d found out she had a date that evening, they began their rapid-fire interrogation on her. “Colton, and he’s the head of five different non-profit organizations.”

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