#f.i.n.e fine!

[brightlotusmoon]

Hip bursitis, sciatica, sacroiliitis, little bit of arthritis, knee pain, shoulder pain, interstitial muscle pain - all on the left. Woohoo!

Also, I woke up to skin scraped off the left side of my nose.

I'm fine. This is fine. It's all good. It's fiiine.

"Fucked Up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional" remember FINE? I love FINE.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Formula One - One Shots

Charles Leclerc Leap of Faith || CL16 - fluffy blurb Too Good Prequel || CL16 -angst/fluff Going Public || CL16 - fluffy blurb A Little Longer || CL16 - fluff/smut request Pick Ups || CL16 - blurb Expensive Affection || CL16 - request Licence to Thrill || CL16 - request All That Matters || CL16 - hurt/comfort Undercover || CL16 - angst/hurt/comfort Fallen || Bonus || CL16 - supernatural au Your Safe Place || CL16 - hurt/comfort A Step Too Far || CL16 - hurt/comfort Mistakes || CL16 - angst/smut Little Lion Man || MV1 & CL16 - Mafia!AU What a Mess || CL16 - smut Used to be Young || CL16 - hurt/comfort The Bucket List || CL16 - hurt/comfort Harmony || CL16 - fluff Grounded || LN4 & CL16 - fluff Ghost Whisperer || CL16 - hurt/comfort Life Lessons || CL16 - smut For the love of god(dess) || CL16 - fluff/angst

Max Verstappen Too Good || MV1 - angsty blurb Tangled Up In You || MV1 - fluffy request Story Time || LN4 & MV1 - fluffy blurb Schrödinger's Cat || MV1 - blurb Little Lion Man || MV1 & CL16 - Mafia!AU F.I.N.E || MV1 - fluff The Real Prize || MV1 - smut

Lando Norris Sod’s Law || LN4 - blurb Say Please || sub!Lando - smut request The Exception || LN4 - blurb Story Time || LN4 & MV1 - fluffy blurb Dead Man Walking || Part Two || LN4 - angst/smut The Fine Line || LN4 - smut request Best Friends Share Everything || LN4 & CS55 - fluff Meet the Parents || LN4 - blurb We've Got Tonight || LN4 - angst/fluff Setting Him Free || Meant To Be || Yours, Always || LN4 - angst/happy ending Pretty Necklace || sub!Lando - smut Pity Fuck || Part Two || LN4 - smut Grounded || LN4 & CL16 - fluff Belle Mort || LN4 - smut You Came, You Called || LN4 - angst/fluff Life is like a Box of Chocolates || LandOscar - smut Boy Toys || CarLando - smut Angel || LN4 - fluff

Carlos Sainz Jr Afterglow || CS55 - smut request Addicted || CS55 - blurb Chilly Chilli || CS55 - blurb Best Friends Share Everything || LN4 & CS55 - fluff Red Flags || CS55 - smut Boy Toys || CarLando - smut The Uphill Battle || CS55 - angst/smut

Misc. Romantic at Heart || DR3 - fluff Declaration of Independence || LS2 - hurt/comfort Bee Stings and Butterfly Kisses || SV5 - fluff Privacy || PG10 - angst blurb End of the Road || LH44 - angst/fluff Under the Mistletoe || OP81 - fluff Life is like a Box of Chocolates || LandOscar - smut It Started With A…|| CarLandOscar - angst/fluff

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[hereprettykitty]

Shippers are not spinning out. We are just fine. 😘

Oh, okay. My mistake. Clearly unbothered because no shippers are talking about how the swore they knew Cait lives at or near Battersea just after Sam was spotted there by a fan and Steven Cree shared pics of him and Sam smoking cigars on Sam’s birthday. And the pic of him having lunch with a woman who is not Cait. No shipper scoured google maps to look for nearby playgrounds and claim it’s a perfect place to raise super secret children. It’s all F.I.N.E. 😘

[heinousarrogance1]

F.I.N.E.

"My daughter turned out fine!" She sure did , she's FINE, a "Fucking Insatiable Nasty Edgeslut". And I'm so grateful for how you raised her

[thatonefanficwriternooneknows]

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: M for themes

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: CC-5052 | Bly & CC-2224 | Cody & CC-1010 | Fox & CC-6454 | Ponds & CT-7567 | Rex & CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-1010 | Fox & CC-4477 | Thire, CC-1010 | Fox & CC-5869 | Stone, CC-1010 | Fox & Clone Commander Thorn, CC-1010 | Fox & Original Clone Trooper Character(s)

Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Clone Commander Thorn (Star Wars), CC-4477 | Thire, CC-5869 | Stone, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-6454 | Ponds, CC-2224 | Cody, CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-5052 | Bly, CT-7567 | Rex, Coruscant Guard - Character

Additional Tags: Coruscant Guard Bingo, Depression, mentioned rape/non-con, Sleep Deprivation, Sadness, bad things happen to the Guard, CC-1010 | Fox Needs A Hug, He gets several but he's still not alright, Coruscant Guard Troopers as Family (Star Wars), Angst, I think this classifies as, Hurt/Comfort, but it's a small amount of comfort, still there tho, Chatting & Messaging, just small sections of it

Series: Part 1 of Coruscant Guard Bingo Card

Summary:

My fill for the "Depression" space on my Coruscant Guard Bingo Card! -- Yeah I'm fine If "F" is for feeling overwhelmed And "I" is for "I'm not alright" Yeah I'm fine If "N" is for not being able to sleep "E" for every night Yeah I'm fine --Fine by Kyle Hume Commander Fox is F.I.N.E.

[scoutwolf]

Oh my goodness, no, Blep, why? You made it so hard to choose.

Just put the first five that came to mind and ones I'm known to always suggest.

@secret-sageent if you'ven't been tagged yet; no pressure, of course. :)

this is silly but I still think it’s fun :)

tagged in by @nosfemmeatu

rules: list your top 5 films of all time in a poll and have people vote on which one best matches your vibe

tagging @shyshitter, @lovelymundane, @yonicjesus, and @friends-call-me-snow-miser <3

[trippinsorrows]

Do you think you’ll ever write for any other wrestler I.e Jey. I definitely understand if you wouldn’t cause Roman is F.I.N.E🥵

honestly? i don't think so. i don't feel confident enough to write for anyone else, like jimmy or jey. i don't think i'd do them justice. 😅

like, i've studied roman's speech, disposition, non-verbals, etc to try to be pretty accurate in my depiction of him, which is why i feel so comfortable writing him, on top of him being fine as hell, as you so politely pointed out lmao

but, i'm also attracted to roman which helps a ton, i'm not with the twins 😫😫😫😫

that could change though! you never know with me lol

[am-i-pragnent]

[Q] Girl before I met you I was F.I.N.E. Fine? Finish the verse. HINT: It's from Aerosmith. [A] but your love made me a prisoner yea my hearts been doin time [2007]

[correctrvbquotes]

Doc: Hey who's the yellow soldier?

Tucker: That's just Sister, she's new.

Doc: No one told me about a new arrival. I'm supposed to examine everyone before they assume active duty.

Tucker: Don't sweat it, I already checked her out for you. Diagnosis: F.I.N.E. ...That spells fine.

Doc: Thanks. But I think a trained medical professional should be the one to-

Tucker: I'm a doctor - a doctor of love. Ph.D. Certified Loooveology, General Harasstitioner. Sexicologist.

Doc: First of all, love is not an officially recognized medical specialty. And also, Ph.Ds? Heh, not really doctors!

Tucker: Dude, you're a dork.

Sister: Hey!

Tucker: What's up, Sis, what'd you and Tex talk about?

Sister: Oh, she was just talking about everyone here. How you're all idiots and jerks, but you guys are her idiots and jerks, and if I try to become more popular than her, she would talk about me behind my back, and turn everyone against me, and then I would cry, and everyone would hate me... you know, girl stuff!

Tucker: Cool. Oh hey, speaking of girl stuff? This is Doc.

Sister: Hi.

Doc: Uh, hello, nice to meet you I'm the medic, eh if it's alright with you, I need to give you a quick physical examination since you're new. Do you want to come to the base where you might feel more comfortable taking off all your clothes?

Sister: Sure, lead the way. Seeya Tucker.

Tucker: ...What the fuck just happened?

[toozmanykids]

Oh honey, you thought you were safe this last week or so?? Oh no, oh no. Red flags have been waving everywhere for so long, we just figured you were color blind.

He STILL thinks that he can convince you to change your mind and be friends again. He thinks wooing you is the next natural step. And he's NOT understanding why you're shutting him out. He sees himself as admirably persistent. He'll wear you down until you can't say no. You can't reject him anymore, because he's made his love so clear, wearing his heart on his sleeve, he's finally being so honest and open that you can't turn him away. You must see how important you are to him. How can any girl turn a blind eye to how much someone needs them. He will shower her with attention and affection.

Isn't this a girl's dream come true?

Besides, he is him - Andy Barber, lawyer extraordinaire, prior Assistant D.A. in the city of Boston. He's a damn fine catch. I'm sure girls have NEVER turned him down. The man only got better looking with age - a feat that should have been impossible, because he has always effortlessly looked F.I.N.E. fine. And now he's financially stable - very well off even, especially after the life insurance payout of his wife.

(Many women would even find little bit broken and needy to even be a bonus.)

End Game 4

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: I'm a sleepy babay.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

There’s a finality to the tap of your thumb. You hold the block button for a moment before you let it go. The window pops up asking if you’re sure. Yes. Certain. This is just a mistake and when you’re older and wiser, you’ll be thankful you made it. If you even remember it. 

You lay back and put your phone down. Done. Over. No more Jacob. No Andy.  

Maybe you’ll go back and see Kara again, or she can come here, even if she hates this town. You can at least be thankful that it reconnected you two, and you have to be grateful to learn a hard lesson. Don’t mess with strangers online. You’re better off alone. 

You close your eyes. You’re exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, and yes, physically. Who knew scooping ice cream could be so much work? 

When you wake up, you’re sore and still groggy. The sun peers in at you brightly in the slat between the curtains. You groan and hide under the pillow. Your shift starts at noon. You can’t spend all morning doing nothing or the whole day is wasted. 

You drag yourself out of bed. Your grandma is still asleep. You’re sure she was up until dawn with her latest haul from the used book store. You clean up the cluster of wrappers around her chair and tidy up the kitchen, dumping the old coffee and brewing a new pot. 

You go to grab your phone and pause as you see an unusual notification. Your email? Huh. You don’t really use that besides for school. You open it up, thinking it might be about enrolment. No. It’s him. Andy. Holy moly. 

You scroll up and down, skimming the blocks of text. Oh god. You hit delete. You’re not reading all that. You said what needed to be said. 

You have your coffee and load the machine for whenever your mother gets out of bed. You eat and wash up, catching up on some Youtube before you make yourself get your uniform on. You head out, walking to work to enjoy the sunshine, and key in between tying on your apron and chatting with Gavin, the high schooler who does half-shifts every now and then.  

He leaves at four and you have your complimentary cone just after five. Peanut butter chocolate; classic. You eat at the window as you watch the mostly empty street. Your phone vibrates and you slide it out, hoping to take advantage of the lull. 

WhatsApp request? No way. The shammy recruiters always want a piece of you. At least you never fell for that. 

You bite into the cone and your phone suddenly blows up with Insta notifications. Bots! Ugh. So annoying. Every new follower is faceless with some generated name. You mute the notifications and put your cell away. You really are a boring person. 

As you look up, tires crush over a patch of gravel and your barely catch a glimpse of the car as it rolls just around the corner. You feel like you’ve missed something. Maybe your grandma is right about you always having your nose buried in a screen. Who is she to talk? She lives in her novels. 

Your shift ends at eight. You lock up and stop by the convenience store down the block. Nothing special, just a tray of carbonara you can shove in the nuke. As you pay at the counter, the door chimes to signal another customer. You accept your meagre meal as the other patron strides into the aisle. You don’t look over as you go directly for the door. You’re starving for more than a scoop. 

Your footsteps seem to echo through the dull streets. The frozen meal makes your hand hurt as your other holds your cell phone close. You text Kara as you finally get through the essay she wrote about Calvin’s latest antics. You wish you could convince her to play something. You feel aimless without an analog stick under your thumb. 

There’s a scuff, close behind you, loud enough to make you jump. You fumble with your phone and glance over your shoulder. You don’t see anything but the thick oak outside Luella’s. Ugh. Alright, you need to eat and lay down. It hasn’t been a busy day but still a long one. 

You pass through your grandma’s front door. She’s where she always is, in her chair, but something’s off. Something’s different. The smell of pollen hangs in the air and a pot stands on the coffee table with several white orchids tall in the soil. You frown. The last time you got her flowers, she didn’t even put them in a vase. 

“Oh, those are pretty,” you say. 

“Mph, not mine,” she grumbles, not looking up. 

“Not... who’s...” 

“Delivery man said your name. I didn’t read the card. I’m not a snoop.” 

You nod, thankful at least that she isn’t nosy. You go to the table and examine the pot. Who would send you flowers? 

You take the card off the tall pronged stick and open the envelope. You slide out the paper and unfold it. 

‘I know I’ve told you a million times, so I’ll show you how sorry I am instead. Yours always, Andy.’ 

You nearly drop your handful. Your eyes flick up to the pot and you have to stop yourself from pushing it off the table. What the hell? How... how does he know where you live? You never even mentioned what town you’re from. He only knows your college and it’s so small, he wouldn’t have heard of it. 

It’s enough to unsettle you. That he knows where you live is bad enough but the flowers themselves make a point. It’s not over. He’s not walking away but what else can you say to make him? Didn’t he get it? You think were pretty nice considering. 

“You got some boy?” Your grandma raises her eyes from the page. You can’t remember the last time she even bothered looking at you. 

“Not exactly,” you tuck the card away and put it in your pocket. “I’m going to make my dinner.” 

“Eh,” she grumbles, “fine. Get them flowers somewhere else. They stink.” 

You lift the vase, hugging it around the pot, and carry it from the room. You balance it against your hip and go into the kitchen. You use your free hand to pull open the freezer and put the pasta inside. You’re not so hungry anymore. 

🎮

The irises are pretty. The pot they came in is fancy, probably expensive. It underlines once more the gap between you and the real Jacob. Between you and Andy.

It only reminds you of how ridiculous you must have sounded. So, you just can’t understand why he’s doing this? Why is he still trying? For you? A girl with dwindling hopes of even finishing her low-tier college degree. 

You try to forget. You don’t have a shift that day but you can’t just sit around. Usually, you would. You’d hole up in your bedroom and play video games. Not anymore. He ruined that. You’re disappointed you’re letting him. 

You got down to the library for a while and wander around. There’s nothing there you’re very interested in. They still haven’t got the latest release in the series you’d read in high school. Oh well, you’ll wait around until one day you learn the fate of those revolutionary spies. 

You walk the main strip of the town. It isn’t very extensive. There’s a coffee shop and the used bookstore which also carries hobby supplies. There’s the same diner that’s been there since you were a kid and the interchangeable business that open and close year after year. 

There’s a vibe in your pocket. It’s not Kara. Another WhatsApp request, more Insta bots, and Discord. You haven’t been on the server in ages. You couldn’t keep up with all the channels and most of it was arguing about mining strategies. 

It’s Andy. Frig. You should’ve blocked him there too. You just hadn’t thought of it. 

‘Did you like the flowers?’ 

You don’t answer but he’ll see that you read it. It isn’t long before he’s typing. 

‘I am still very sorry. I wish you’d talk to me. Hear me out.’ 

Hear him out? He said everything. His son is dead and he lied to you. That’s not anything you can hash out. 

‘I know you’re not working today. I’ll make a new world and we can chat there.’ 

No. That’s not going to happen. Over. O-V-E-R. It’s done. You’re not going to be like Kara. When you cut the cord, it’s snipped. 

You won’t answer. That’s just bait. He’ll keep nibbling if you do that. You press the chat settings and block. That’s better, you can’t breathe. 

You put your phone on silent and back in your pocket. You wish you had the money to try the sushi place. It won’t last long in the bodunk town so you probably won’t ever get to. Oh well. Back on campus, they sell decent California rolls at the cafeteria. Decent, not necessarily good. 

You go home. To your grandma’s house. It doesn’t always feel like home. You know she’s counting the days until you leave. You are too. 

You wish you were brave enough to apologise. To say sorry your mom and dad didn’t want you. That she got stuck with you. It feels like saying it out loud would be worse. Just wallow in the unspoken resent, one day you won’t ever come back and maybe then you can both be happy. 

In your room, you don’t know what to do with yourself. Your Switch taunts you from across the room. You want to mine or race or even scare yourself with some Hellblade. You can’t. More Youtube. More wasted time. That’s what people like you do; people from small towns with no one who loves them and no money; waste time. 

The mindless videos help you relax but not forget. You just can’t get rid of the little tickle at the back of your head. There’s a tinge of shame that remains and a sliver of guilt. It will go. It has to, one day. 

You catch yourself staring at the orchid. You can smell it. You want to throw it away but that feels rude. Even if Andy would never know, even if you shouldn’t care. He hurt you, didn’t he? He lied. Well, you could give it to Mahalia next door, she loves flowers. 

You lay in indecision. You don’t want to do anything but lay there. Now that you’re still, you have no strength. Your day off is chipped away in your laziness.  

The next day awaits you with another shift at the booth. And the day after and the day after. 

Your fourth day in a row and you get a new Discord message. You know even before you open it, even by the blank avatar and nondescript username. It’s him. Just leave me alone. Let it go. Let me forget. 

‘I know you don’t want to hear from me but I need you to hear me. I can’t stop thinking of you and what happened. I can do better. Please, let me apologise.’ 

Blocked. Again.

Work. Again.  

You’re half asleep as you fill cones with soft serve. You smile and swallow yawns, faking it for the hyper children and cheerful couples. 

When it slows, you work on cleaning the freezer, switching out empty containers with ones from the deep freeze. As you check the soft serve, there’s a tap on the open walk-up window. Oh shoot. You should’ve been paying better attention. 

You turn back to greet the next customer but as you approach the window, your chest deflates. Frozen, like the tubs around you. You stare at Andy as he smiles at you. He wears a short-sleeve button up with blue, grey, and white stripes. His hair blows in the soft breeze. 

“Do you have butterscotch ripple?” He asks brightly. 

You blink and hesitate. You don’t know what to do. How did he get here? How did he find you? Why is he here? 

You reach for the window and before he can stop you, you shut it. You lock it from the inside and step back. His face falls and his brow arches as he stands straight. He says your name, his voice muffled by the glass, and puts his palm to the barrier. 

“Please,” he begs. 

You shake your head and turn your back to him. If your manager was here, you’d be in shit. That’s a no-no. Never turn away a customer, only shut the window when you lock up. 

You ignore him and go back to tidying. There could be a line up out there but you don’t care. Your hands are shaking and it’s not just the temperature.

You just can’t believe he’s there. You can’t believe he won’t just give up. You don’t want to believe it because you’re afraid. You’re terrified and he seems entirely clueless about how scary he’s being. 

Flowers are one thing but showing up at your job? That’s a flaming red flag that even you can see. Not only because you told him plainly that you don’t want to talk to him again, but because he’s a grown man. Fortysomething and he can’t take a hint. Why would a man his age want to talk to someone as young as you? That’s another red flag on its own. As if catfishing you wasn’t enough. 

[messedanddepressed]

Got no time

For this life

Drowning tonight

Tryna grab onto the lifeline

I'm feeling heavier despite my hollow soul

I'm feeling anxious now, it's swallowing me whole

And at night I beg myself to put this all to rest

While I wrestle with these demons pressing on my chest

If I could tell you how I feel

I know that you're still hurting too

No I'm not broken

I'm just scared to belong here

Scared to be happier

So won't you break me down, break me down, make me get better?

I confess I'm a mess, some kind of error

Well, maybe I was destined to disappear

We're just a room full of strangers

Lately, I don't give a fuck

'Cause I can't be myself when I'm with anyone

Maybe, I'm already gone

I'll never be the same

It hit me like a hurricane

It hit me like a tidal wave

And I don't know why I drown my mind in everything they say

It's like a war I fight inside myself

I always lose and I can't help

Fall for the beating of my glass heart

The beating of my glass heart

I'm just fucked up, insecure

Neurotic, emotional

I'm fucked up, insecure

No problem, embrace it all

I'm done with everybody calling me crazy

I'm good, I'm good, I don't need no one to save me

I am F-I-N-E, fine, guess I'll say it one more time

All the panic, depression, the hurt and regret

Lying to myself, "I don't think of death"

All the ups, all the downs, all the petty concerns

My whole world's imploding, I can't find the words

'Cause the truth is, I'm fucked up

It feels, it feels, like infinity

Look around

Everything can weigh you down

Catch-22, like it's always next to you

I don't know what hurts the most, holding on or letting go

Reliving my memories and they're killing me one by one

Sabotaged myself again

Got a brain like a hurricane

[setelah17juli]

f.i.n.e

They said, "How do you do it?" "Do what?" "Be fine." "I'm good at pretending... until I'm really fine."

[ofovertime]

“Umf (but from Emi, not the wife this time)

" you are Fine, with the capital F.I.N.E."

if you think Nanami's hot. || accepting @weepingmoonlight

[afr0bass]

Damn she fine. LIKE F.I.N.E. FWOINNEE

pearl's mama :]

[paranoid-in-neverland]

Yeah I’m F.I.N.E 🥰

[vyinter]

those vlive gifs of jinyoung is making me think......what if he grew a scruff