#key yapping for a bit

[restlesskeychains]

What if Odysseus was really ugly? Like ik in the odyssey they’re like omg he walks like a god but they say that about every hero. Like, what if Odysseus was just so ugly, but Penelope is like omg look at him he is THE ONE and everyone is looking at her like- And then Diomedes walks in and he’s the absolute perfection of a man.

[siyaazu]

putting my two fav glasses wearing bozos together, call that crackship of the week (sakamoto desu ga? x haikyuu)

kei is not in fact burning up, just homosexual <3

[itsjustmebluesilly]

I'm back :)

and once again LU has a notorious habit of updating when im not there,,

OH also i got my Ao3 acount!! ill be setting that up too :)

plus as a side note i may or may not have gained another fandom??? (ENA. its ENA. help me. i couldn't even watch it [going to today] but i made an ENA sona??? ill post that like,,, soon soon)

but yea also ap exams make me want to die?

I ALMOST FORGOT I CAME UP WITH AN LINKED UNIVERSE AU ILL POST THAT TO AUGH

[roocomehome]

ladies, ladies PLEASE stop fighting, the dinner table cannot handle another divorce -I say to my ctrl key after it finally splits fully in half

[emiko-chan-the-clown]

I WISH my boyfriend wasnt so nice sometimes. Like he is genuinelly the best man i know, he is awesome but... damn it, would it kill him to be jealous ?? Possessif ??? Obsessif ?????

Like dude give back the energy a little !! I'm thinking about you 24/7 and getting jealous when a girl ask you for help and you dont even want to grab me a little ???

[kayenti-vn]

Aaaahh, I wish I could read all of Caleb's new Myth but I don't have enough exp bottles.

[restlesskeychains]

When somebody asked me to do telestratus art I was like who’s that and then I realise that it’s Telemachus and his boyfriend and I’m like 😍

[rodentiaa]

everytime i'm playing red dead i'm surprised

[zvezdacito]

It's not really a "theory", it's pretty much just inferred from the explanations of the characters themselves. The dreams are like that because the characters themselves are still conflicted and confused about what they really want. As the OG text post says Malleus's spell basically just set the "criteria" for how these desires manifest

Even for Malleus it's highly unlikely he had the time to manually browse the memories of the tens to thousands of people asleep on Sage's Island rn, safe to say the spell is automatic + each person waking up means confronting lingering doubts

This perception that he made the dreams himself is from the fact that after Lilia wakes up from his dream he offers to make him a new one with either Melraverne or Silver to tempt him back into slumber. But this is likely the exception and not the rule, and Malleus can customize this dream because he actually DOES know Lilia, so he can just assume based on what he knows from their time together, since we see he discovered Lilia's past after the dream already played out not before it.

While for some other students and island residents under his spell it's highly doubtful he even knows their individual names or personalities, so it's more logical that his spell functions automatically + his role is mostly that of an overseer in these other dreams (since as mentioned him being able to access their memories beforehand has been crossed out as what's been happening)

TWST decided to give in-depth screentime to each of these dreams even if they're not from Diasomnia because they are an interesting way to subtly reflect the fears and regrets of each character by showing what they'd do if said things were magically removed (at first seemingly convenient, but then they begin to realize and value how important said events are to who they are now, even if these events were unwanted at the moment)

So just attributing the contents of the dream to Malleus not knowing each character that well, instead of an actual reflection of said characters' growth and values, is a waste of this opportunity of characterization IMO🥀 (Malleus fr wouldn't know most non-diasomnia characters that well but whether he does so or not is basically irrelevant to how his spell functions)

^ I think some people just conflate a genuine "what-if" scenario, working off the characters' current regrets, to be what they'd actually do to their friends consciously. And that's why they would rather just keep seeing this as all Malleus's doing so they dont have to acknowledge their faves considering doing such controversial things about each other

But yeah this reading based on everything we've actually seen is more likely than Malleus himself being a multitasking fanfic writer

it’s sad to say this almost every update but Malleus doesn’t make the dreams

it’s the dreamers who make them or wills them

it’s their desires

think about it as this, he sets the criteria that needs to be met but everything else is up to the dreamer and their inner desires.

do you really think malleus knows any of them to make their dreams? any of them?

Octa? Scarabia? Pomefiore? Does it make sense?

he couldn’t even access Lilia’s dreams or memories. He was not in their dreams. He did not have access.

he set the conditions.

Only reason they are not happy with their dreams is because they don’t know what they want or didn’t like what their inner selves wanted.

“malleus fault and malleus made the dreams” how? When he’s not even in them? He does not even know them?

Falsely blaming him is the same as false tales that were spread around about maleficent in live action movie.

[bokunoheros]

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (keigo does talk ab making you a mommy tho, and you refer to yourself as his girlfriend once), reader is a civilian, this is pre-war, reader and keigo are dating, no lube no protection (all night all day), baby trapping lowk????, idk he nonconsensually cums in you and then proposes (you accept tho), creampies, cockwarming, kinda lazy ending?? idgaf GENRE: smut SUMMARY: it’s the start of mating season and keigo had just saved a mother and her child at work today, so it’s only natural for him to come home with the overwhelming need to knock you up. WORD COUNT: 2.6K 🦊’s A/N: keigo they could Never make me hate you…. anyway hope yall enjoy this fr

     not only was today the first day of his rut, meaning his last day of hero work until the spring was over, but he had also gone out of his way to save a mother and her crying child while off-duty. he’d been heading home after an eventful and tiring patrol when he ran into them being threatened by a petty mugger—nothing he couldn’t handle, especially after the day he’d had, but he can imagine having a gun pointed to your face must be scary to an untrained civilian. now, he was brimming over with emotions, barely keeping his cool as he walks through the threshold of your shared home, slamming the door loudly behind him, wings all puffed up and ruffled.

     “keigo? honey, what’s wron—” you’re suddenly cut off by a small flurry of his feathers sweeping you off your feet and carrying you from the kitchen towards where he stood in the living room, in the process of stepping out of his boots and shrugging his jacket off. you’re immediately taken aback by his serious demeanor and you open your mouth to say something, except that no words come out. what should you say?

     “how was your day..?” you ask tentatively after a brief moment of silence. 

     rather than verbally answering you, he lets out a long, drawn out sigh and shakes his head — a response you’re unfamiliar with. usually, he isn’t afraid to yap for at least fifteen minutes about how his day went, what happened, and sometimes even the people or fellow pros he talked to! so for him to remain silent…. well, it’s safe to say you’re starting to get worried. 

     had you done something wrong? was today exceptionally challenging? your heart rate increases as your anxious thoughts swirl around in your foggy mind, and you don’t know where to go from here.

     keigo knew what to do, though; he knew exactly how to relieve this stress.

     taking a step in your direction, he narrows his eyes, intense, predatory gaze locked onto yours, and suddenly, he’s leaning in for a kiss as he backs you up against the nearest wall. 

     the way he kisses you is controlled and barely put together, and you can tell he’s on edge, like he’s about to snap, so you say what you think he needs to hear.

     “you can rough me up a bit, kei, i promise i won’t break.”

     his eyes fly open at your words before narrowing as he nods before leaning back in with much more passion and any restraint right out the window. but he himself has said it before, he’s awful—he has no self-control; something that rang especially true when it came to you. 

     he’s spent whole evenings with his head buried between your thighs, eating you out until you’re crying and begging him to stop, saying it hurts, it hurts!, to which he always asks you for just one more. “one more” never meant one more, of course—keigo was greedy in this sense. he could never seem to get enough of you, always wanting more, more, more. if he could, he’d devour you whole, make you his entirely, and—that’s exactly what he was going to do tonight. he had been planning to propose for a while now, anyway. he had a ring and everything! he’d.. just been working up the courage to ask. so, then what better way than by deciding to knock you up on a whim. 

     well, …was it really a whim if he had fantasized about it before? the two of you had been dating since the summer of last year, meaning you haven’t seen him during his ruts yet, and, while he’s mentioned it briefly in the past, he didn’t actually expect to last this long with you so he never divulged the details of it—not because he wasn’t in love with you, but because he gave up on the dating scene because he’s always the one being dumped for being so. so. !!!! outwardly nonchalant about most things! or being married to his work, whatever they meant by that; he only worked so hard so he could have a future to relax in! no one ever seemed to understand that…. until he met you.

     something just clicked between the two of you upon your first meeting—you were probably the most interesting person hawks had ever saved, be it your quirk, your personality and mannerisms, or even something as simple as a remark you had made in the five something minutes it took to save you; he found himself unable to get you out of his head for days afterwards, eventually causing him to seek you out to ask a bewildered you on a date—just one, he had originally said.  

     you said yes immediately for a multitude of reasons—he was fine as fuck, he’d literally saved your life the other day, not to mention he was witty, and spoke his mind, too—something keigo hadn��t been expecting. he knew all of the above things, and yet, found himself somewhat nervous as he handed you a bouquet of pale red carnations, red camellias, and baby’s breath. he’d stayed up all night researching flower language and symbolism, deciding on the perfect ones to give to you, as he knew it was rude to show up to somebody’s house empty-handed, and, also, because… he’d never really felt this way about anyone before. there was something so magnetic between the two of you….

     but that’s enough reminiscing—he needs to be in the present moment, needs to focus on fucking you so good you go braindead on his dick, focus on cumming so deep in you, there’s no way you couldn’t not be pregnant with his child. keigo understood that having children as the number two pro hero would be no easy feat, but he thinks with you by his side, he can do anything. 

     sliding his tongue over the seam of your lips, one gloved hand comes up to squish your cheeks enough to force your lips to part for him and he easily slips the wet muscle into your mouth, taking his time sliding it along the insides of your cheeks, the grooves of your teeth, and the roof of your mouth, carefully exploring every inch and committing it to memory (as if he hadn’t already). 

     meanwhile, his other hand settles on your hip, massaging it lightly for a moment before his grip quickly tightens and he’s coaxing your tongue out of your mouth and into his as he begins to suck on it.

     “mmh,” you hum pleasantly, starting to drool as you let keigo decide how to use you in order to relieve his stress. 

     “missed ya t’day, dove,” he murmurs against your lips before nipping at your tongue and you feel your heart flutter. what had gotten into him? you weren’t necessarily complaining, but you still felt a little worried about him if you were being totally honest.

     keigo, sensing your unease, slowly pulls away from the kiss to ask if something was wrong, just for you to deflect the question back onto him. 

     “‘m fine, it was just a long day is all,” he tells you in earnest, leaving out the part about the beginning of his rut. “need’a feel you s’bad, though,” he breathes out, moving to kiss you again; tilting his head, he slots his lips back over yours, and it feels like he’s going to eat you alive. and, truthfully, he just might.

     before you even realize what he’s doing, he’s picking you up, wrapping your legs around his narrow waist, and carrying you into the bedroom where he’s pinning you to the mattress, wings spread wide for you to admire as you look up at him. you’re sure his words held a bit of truth to them, but he was behaving a little oddly for reasons you couldn’t put together yet. 

     him being a horny little shit wasn’t the unusual bit, but rather, his upbeat demeanor was nowhere to be found—even if it was an act almost all the time, it still felt weird to see him so serious looking.

     “kei…”

     “shh, stop worrying, sweets,” he shushes you, leaning in for another hungry kiss. you oblige him of course, parting your lips and poking your tongue out to meet his as you close your eyes

     his large wings create an almost dome around the two of you, shutting out the world, only leaving room for the two of you, and not another soul. 

     perhaps it would be best to sit back, relax, and let your boyfriend play with you… so that’s exactly what you do, settling fully onto the soft bed and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer—something that had him smirking against your soft lips. 

     it’s not long before you’re both naked, having grown too hot for the unnecessary layers separating your bare bodies, and soon, you suddenly have a pillow tucked under your hips, keeping them at an angle—something that confuses you.

     “keigo?”

     “just relax, dove.”

     he leans in closer, bringing his lips to yours as his one hand grasps at your hip, blunt nails (that he has to trim daily, mind you, lest they grow into talons) digging into the tender flesh there while his other grabs at his leaky cock, tapping it against your clit a couple times before lining it up with your slit and slowly pushing in, doing his best to show restraint and not bottom out in one fluid motion. you both groan at the feeling, the stretch so deep you almost feel nauseous.

     bringing two fingers down to your pulsing clit, he rubs semi-rough circles against the little bud, trying his hardest not to overwhelm you, but needing to hurry up and get you off so he can stuff you full of his cum.

     “mmmh,” you moan quietly as he focuses on working you up to your first orgasm out of many for the long night he had planned for you.

     it’s not long before you’re cumming with a cry and suddenly, keigo’s got his dick lined up with your slick little hole, easing himself in as he bites his bottom lip, trying not to whimper. 

     “fuuuck, you’re so tight, sweets,” he groans, rocking his hips into your, unkempt pubes brushing against your neatly trimmed ones. 

     your hands come up to wrap around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, before you’re tugging at his wings, and you feel his dick twitch inside you.

     “don’t,” is all he’s able to get out, burying his face in the crook of your neck, where he begins sucking and biting at the skin there. 

     “why not?” you grin like an idiot, already knowing the answer. you knew damn well just how sensitive keigo’s wings were—already having had this discussion when you first started having sex and you went to grab at them for the first time.

     “don’t ask stupid questions when you know the answer, dove,” he warns.

     you, ever the brat, decide to start stroking on his wings, and you feel his hips stutter and teeth sink into the column of your throat. 

     “nngh–!” you whine, tugging on the bright red feathers. keigo moans loudly at this, and quickly grabs the backs of your thighs to fold you in half and start fuckin’ pounding into you—his thrusts are fast and sloppy, and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin turns you on even more, pussy drooling around his dick.

     it doesn’t take long before keigo’s cumming deep inside you without warning, something that has your eyes flying open. 

     “k–keigo–! y– you just— you..!” the words aren’t there as panic begins to settle in. something you had both agreed on before you started fucking was that even if you did it raw, he had to pull out—kids were a big no for the both of you.

     but here was your boyfriend, fucking you throughout his orgasm and working his way up to a second as he looks down at you with a gaze so intense, you feel small beneath him. 

     tugging at his wings again, you cry out his name as he fucks his cum into you, just for him to ignore your pathetic mewls and pleas.

     “k– kei—!”

     “gonna knock y’up so good—g’nna— fuck— g’nna make you a mommy—”

     your face flushes deeply at his words—is this what had gotten into him? the urge to breed you? knock you up?

     “f–fuck!” you pull at his wings, rolling your hips upwards as best you can as he desperately ruts into you. this triggers keigo’s second orgasm, his pelvis pressing flush against yours as he cums hard. 

     “nngh—! hnnmg—fuck,” keigo moans as his hips still while he spills another load deep within you. “shit— y’feel so fuckin’ good, baby—” 

     this continues for what seems like ever, but in reality is maybe fifteen minutes of your boyfriend fucking into you until he physically can’t cum anymore, until tears are running down his cheeks from how overstimulated he is, and he’s collapsing on top of you with a tired sigh.

     “k–keigo— we— we can’t—” can’t what? “‘m gonna get pregnant— y’gotta let me get up,” you try to say, shoving at his chest; but it was no use, he was dead weight. 

     “good,” he says breathlessly, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

     “n–no! not good! i— we’re only dating! what would the media think if they found out the number two pro hero went and knocked his girlfriend up?!” your concern is genuine, but also stems from selfish reasons. you’re sure the reporters would hound you the moment they caught a whiff of something fishy, and—

     “then marry me.” his words are so serious sounding that they immediately break you out of your own mind and your eyes go wide with shock and awe. had he seriously just. proposed?! while still being balls deep in you!? 

     “huh!?” you sound just as caught off guard as you look, and keigo cranes his neck up to look at you, expression the most serious you’d ever seen it. …okay, so he obviously wasn’t joking around, but, but–!

     “you heard me. …i’d been meaning to get you a ring for a little while now, but couldn’t find one i thought you might like, so…..” his cheeks are flushed and face sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead as he gazes at you so tenderly, your heart can’t help but feel full.

     “i— keigo, i…” he waits patiently as you fumble with your words. “yes,” finally falls from your lips, a grin tugging at the corners of them.

      unable to say anything else, you cup his cheeks with both hands and press kisses all over his handsome face before you slot your lips over his and lean in slowly, almost teasingly.

     keigo, ever impatient, leans in to close the gap, one large hand coming to cradle the back of your head as his hips twitch and he pushes further into you, causing the disgusting amount of cum stuffed in your cunt to form a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and drip down to your puckered asshole. after that, it doesn’t take much longer for keigo to fuck you both to sleep.

     and that’s how you found yourself in the exact same position one year later, having put your first child to bed no less than an hour ago, with your now husband pinning you to your shared mattress, talking about how he wants a second kid—how beautiful you looked pregnant the first time, and how he’d love to see you like that again. so, he makes it happen. and then one more time after that.

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[motorsportbarbie13]

The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Bonus Sessions

In which you interview 2 multi-world champions in one sitting.

Warnings: discussions of the traumatic 2021 Abu Dhabi race (lol) Pairing: Max Verstappen x Podcaster!Reader Word Count: 2k words

- The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 2 - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 3 - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 4 - Master List

(quick note. shoutout to @shelbyteller for the inspiration for this one. Hope it lives up to your expectations bb!)

"I can't believe you got him to agree to this." You say, shuffling a few papers on your desk in the Monaco apartment you share with Max.

Max looks at you, brow raised. "Are you kidding me? I didn't have to do any convincing. That man loves you. Honestly, I should probably be a little jealous of how eagerly he agreed to come on the show."

You roll your eyes, knowing that Max is being ridiculous. "As if I'd ever look at anyone but you." You tease, rising from your desk chair before crossing the room to sit on Max's lap.

When you had moved in with Max earlier in the year, one of the things he had insisted on was turning one of the spare rooms in his (well, now it was yours too, he had insisted on putting you on the deed to the property after your engagement, much to the dismay of his lawyer) apartment into a dual recording studio and office for you.

Tucked away in one of the corners was a large mahogany desk that you spent most of your time at. On the other side of the room that's decorated in tones of gold and champagne pink sits your podcasting setup with 2 comfy sitting chairs, microphones, and side tables. It's the perfect cozy setup. You didn't use this room all the time for your guests, a lot of the time you were traveling to meet them. This room was used for when you did your 'bonus session' episodes and when you had more personal friends on the show, like today's guest.

Max wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you closer into his chest. "Have I ever told you that I love you?" He murmurs, breath tickling the shell of your ear.

You hum, small grin spreading across your face as you lean your head further into the crook of his neck. "Not in the last ten minutes."

"Well, let me remedy that terrible fact." Max's lips skate over your jaw before they find their home. "I love you beyond words, schatje." His words are mumbled against your lips but you understand them all the same.

When he slips his tongue into your mouth you can't help the sigh that leaves your body. It doesn't matter how many times Max kisses you because every time his lips land on yours, it feels like the first time.

The make out session continues for several moments before you're interrupted by a buzzing on Max's phone. "Looks like he's here. You ready?"

You glance down at your outfit, casual but put together for the interview that you're sure will make some waves in the F1 world. Not only because of who it is but also because of what you got him to agree to discuss today. "I hope so!"

Max leaves the office to retrieve your guest as you begin prep on the room. You had decided to just run the entire episode by yourself today, giving Steve and Shannon the day off from filming since it was in your home and you liked to keep this environment as relaxed and low key as possible.

Voices float towards you as you finish up the last bits of preparation. And then, they're standing in the doorway.

"I hear congratulations are in order!"

"Lewis!" You croon, setting down the papers in your hands before crossing the room to your friend's opened arms. "Thank you so much."

Lewis chuckles before holding you out at arms length, "Let me see that rock. I'm sure Instagram did it no justice."

You happily hold out your left hand for Lewis to take, grinning like an idiot over his shoulder at Max, who is leaning against the door frame with the same goofy grin on his face. The word 'proud' didn't seem to do what he felt for you in this moment justice.

"He did good, didn't he?"

"Ma'am, that man is so wildly in love with you." Lewis chuckles before looking over his shoulder at Max. "Good taste there, mate."

Max nods. "Thanks. Can I get you anything before you guys get started?"

Lewis shakes his head and just like that, you go into work mode. You give Lewis a brief explanation on how it's going to work, just like you did for Max over a year ago. Meanwhile, Max sits at your desk and watches you work. In the last year, he hasn't really had the opportunity to watch you film and record a show because he's always felt in the way but this time is different. He had been the one to ask Lewis onto the show and it had been Lewis that insisted he stay to watch the entire interview when he had tried to excuse himself moments before.

You were so in your element is left Max in awe. The way you moved around the room with such confidence, setting up the cameras and microphones, talking to Lewis like he was a brother or an old friend, you really commanded the room and made both of these drivers, who were used to wrestling flying torpedos around hairpin curves going fast enough to kill someone was just awe inspiring.

"Okay, but seriously, before we wrap this up we need to talk about one more thing." You giggle a bit, watching as Lewis reaches down to scratch Rosco on the head.

"Shit." Lewis hisses while Max laughs from his spot at your desk where he's been watching the entire interview quietly. "I thought you were going to forget about that."

You toss your head back, laughing maniacally. "And blow the chance at having two fan bases hate me? As if, Hamilton. Max, do you want to join us?"

Although you have the air of someone who couldn't care less about the upcoming topic, secretly, your stomach twists with anxiety. When Max had suggested the finale to your landmark interview with Lewis and when Lewis had agreed to is, you had been confident that you could handle such a touchy subject but now? Now that you were face with actually having to talk to your friend about it on camera to be released for the entire world to see? You were having second thoughts.

Max stands and sits next to you in the chair that you had pulled out moments before.

"And before we even get started, I want to preface this final segment by saying that you both agreed to this before hand and I am not blindsiding anyone, right?"

Both men grin at you where you sit between them and nod. "We both agreed to this." Lewis says.

"Well I, for one, feel a bit like a hostage here having to agree to this on camera." You reach across and smack Max on the shoulder, causing him to smile even wider. "Yes, of course. We both agreed to this."

"We're a few years removed from the 2021 season. Lewis, looking back do you think there's anything you could have done differently to change the outcome?"

Lewis shrugs, "If you would have asked me that a year ago, I would have probably said yes but as we get further away from it I think we did everything we could have. Sometimes, there are decisions made and things happen that are outside of your control. As a racing driver, you want everything to be under your control and even when it's not, it's in our nature to take on everything as if it is under our control."

"Are you calling me a control freak?" Max quips from your other side.

"We're all control freaks, man." Lewis says with a chuckle.

"What's that saying? Hindsight is 20/20? Looking back, there are always things you see and go 'well that was a terrible decision." Max says, smiling over at his rival. "But at the time, we all made what we thought were the best decisions we could with the information we had in front of us. I don't think there was anything either of us could have done to have change the outcome based on what we knew then and there."

You nod, grinning at both of the men. "Can we talk about Abu Dhabi for a second? I don't want to talk about the race, that's been done to death. But, can you walk me through what was going through your head in the days after?"

"I isolated big time." Lewis says, looking down at his hands before reaching to scratch Rosco's head. "I took off and spent time alone and just did a lot of thinking. I hated that my championship came down to the decisions of one man. Had we been better and more consistent the entire year, it wouldn't have come down to the last lap. That was on me and no one else. I had to take that on and figure out how I was going to face the team after letting them down."

"But you didn't let them down." Max insists. "That entire season was a masterclass in never giving up and making something out of nothing. I mean, sure I was the beneficiary of that final call from Race Control but it could have easily went the other way. I don't know what I would have done had I been in your shoes after that race."

"You would have been fine." Lewis says. "You've always been better at compartmentalizing things on the track. I take a lot of my work home with me. It's why I struggle to let people in. I'm often caught up in my own world focusing on what I need to do to perform better and improve, racing takes up my whole life and I'm content with that. You're a different breed. You don't take work home with you and that's how you were able to land this gorgeous girl."

"Hey, lay off the flirting with my fiance." Max snaps good naturdly, reaching for your hand and giving Lewis a wink. "Your singular focus is how you've won so many championships though and no one can fault you for that."

The rest of the interview continues for a few more minutes before you begin to wrap things up. It's been almost two hours at that point and the last 30 minutes of the interview is just Max and Lewis talking racing, Max threatening to retire, and Lewis threatening to pull an Alonso and never retire.

When the episode it released, it is a complete surprise and incredibly well received by everyone inside and outside the F1 community, which was somewhat surprising to you as you know what a hot button issue the 2021 season was and how polarizing discussing that very last race could be. In the end, it's one of your more favorite episodes and it opens up the doors to many more sports interviews, including a partnership with F1 TV for some mid-season post-race work that has you doing even more of what you love: getting to know the people beneath the sheen and shine of their own celebrity.

TheYappingHour Posted:

928,991 likes liked by charlesleclerc, ferrari, roscolovescoco, and others theyappinghour newest episode drops today featuring this handsome boy and his dad! ;) make sure you listen to the entire hour...there may be a surprise guest at the end! lewishamilton pleasure being on with you. and once again, congrats on the engagement! max is a lucky man! >>>theyappinghour oh lewis! you're the best. thank you <3 user028 i cannot get over how good she is at making people feel comfortable talking to her about hard things. i've NEVER heard lewis open up about 2021 like that before. >>>user9281 seriously. she is a magician. user0911 the cameo at the end! the yapping about the engagement! lewis sounding so genuinely happy for them! this may just be one of my favorite episodes ever.

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[szarina]

who in haikyuu and blue lock secretly prefers big girls very more and those who aren't secretive about it

❝ 𝐁𝚰𝐆 𝐆𝚰𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐍 ❞

FEATURING. HAIKYUU AND BLUE LOCK MEN

CONTENT WARNINGS. implied smut + fatphobic themes

NOTES. don't take this list seriously. this is just my opinion and preferences. you can decide where they are much suited.

SYNOPSIS. the whose low-key and those who are shamelessly proud.

# 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (most to least)

BOKUTO KOUTARO

— no surprise here. bokuto canonically like plump girls and isn't afraid to show his appreciation towards girls who have extra on themselves. will pickup you in the daily basis and parades and show you off in his games and proudly tells everyone that you are his.

ISSEI MATSUKAWA

— what's there to hide? if you like someone tell them no need to bullshit yourself that you cannot like fat girls and issei is one of them. what's the shame. forbid this man if it applies cause he's a menace to soft girls. the one who squeals when gets pick up and the mean one-liners he says to you to get you giggling and who knows at the end of the night, you'll be screaming his name while you ride his cock. a smug grin on his face.

MIYA ATSUMU

— a big sucker for big girls. didn't know it until he meets you and it fills his life like a missing puzzle. realizing that all he needs is a big girl in his life. we don't want to continue this conversation. he's going to yap all day and all night and will fight anyone who disagrees with him. beware you're going to lose. this one won't stop until proven right.

NISHINOYA YU

— worships the ground you walk on. see how he is with kiyoko? wait until he's with a big girl. smitten. s-m-i-t-t-e-n. our boy here is awestruck after realizing how good big girls are even you're thrice bigger than him. what's the matter with it. man isn't afraid to show you off. a short king to his big queen.

KUROO TETSUROU

— a loser. man will write a thesis to give the result's how you will change after being with a fat girl. gives you the key points on what to expect and what will you receive from them. have a dopey grin on his face while he talks about you and isn't afraid to flaunt you.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

— not so secret. it doesn't like he's hiding it. casually brings you up to one of his interviews that he gets talkative from it that he doesn't realize it. man is so whipped and wakatoshi isn't the one to hide his appreciation bit isn't blatant with it. will tell you how he likes you and tells how gorgeous you are when he sees someone that is a big girl.

special mentions: DAICHI, SUGAWARA, TANAKA, MAKKI, OIKAWA, HOSHIUMI, LEV, HINATA.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

— don't tell anyone. he will die. he just can't take it how infatuated he is with big girls. everything about them is soft, soft, soft. it's too much that he can't breath when someone's close and it's so obvious that it isn't a secret anymore.

KEI TSUKISHIMA

— why would he tell everyone about it. he likes the peaceful and quiet. behind closed doors is where he'll show his true colors. a nasty fucker who loves and gets off to see you cumming with his fingers. thick thighs jiggling and your round stomach bouncing from how good he's fucking you.

TENDOU SATORI

— prefers to admire girls with soft curves. there's no harm in it and watching them in their own safe space and be themselves is what he likes. there's nothing wrong admiring them.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

— is casually cool with it that you didn't notice it that you wouldn't know he have a preference for big girls cause he go the extra mile for them. casually flaunts how he can lift weights that's heavier than you and you will be light as a feather and can fold you in different ways that you will end up giving your number to him.

AKAASHI KEIJI

— he just keeps to himself while coughing it up to cover-up. the new hire is really cute. be cool about it and ask her about coffee sometimes. she's just so cute with her chubby cheeks when smiling or pouting. anything's good with her. doesn't realizing that he draws you in a new manga that he was supposedly to be editing.

special mentions: KENMA, AONE, SUNA, SHIRABU, SAKUSA, HYAKUZAWA, KYOUTANI, KITA, ARAN, HIRUGAMI, DAISHOU.

# 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (most to least)

BACHIRA MEGURU

— baby loves them soft and big. plush with the right curves that would make him swoon and he chases them. something different you know, how to put it — exciting. it's literally chasing the joy what big girls bring him. everything about them is what him happy.

BAROU SHOUEI

— man provides and is on the provider mindset. what's the shame to like big girls who eats a lot and it's not like he swerves on what society ideal girls is but he just drifts on them. don't be surprised if he's asking for your hand one day.

MIKAGE REO

— once this boy decides on a preference he's not stopping or let alone find another thing that will interest him and since he discovered the existence of ✨fat girls✨ it hasn't been the same for him. he charms and woos them and of course spoils them. no one will dare to ask reo about why cause there's nothing to wonder about.

OLIVER AIKU

— this man is a womanizer. whoever have the pussy he's going and what's better with a pussy that is plump and soft belonging to a fat girl. he's converted. is similar to a dog who salivates after seeing a bone and oliver's shooting his shot at you the moment he laid eyes on you.

RYUSEI SHIDOU

— freak. can someone match this man's freak? turns out there is someone and how satiated he is to find someone. a fat girl to calm this man's need or worsens it. a big menace to bigger girls. wanting to get crushed by their weight and just feel them all over.

special mentions: KARASU, GAGAMARU, KIRA, OTOYA, SNUFFY, JULIEN

NAGI SEISHIRO

— he don't like it but trust me he like big girls. whose homely and bodies warms him and it was straight up heaven for this lazy boy. cuddles and cuddles and cuddles. this boy wants all the comfort and having a soft girlfriend, he's complete.

ITOSHI SAE

— man is built like he'd gone from war. he needs someone to remind him of home and that comes in the form of a soft fat girl that offers him all goodness what life has to offer. he sees them as someone who isn't too the usual girl who comes to flirt and get what they want from him. you're just you and it's enough for a man to rest easy for the rest of his days.

ITOSHI RIN

— he don't need to tell it. always been attracted to girls who are plush. nice and round. an extra on them. gets all starry-eyed when he sees one and his mind drifts into somewhere faraway where he and you only exists.

IKKO NIKKI

— mysterious as he can go. see that closet of his? don't open it. opening it is like pandora's box but it's the good one. filled with goodness of fuller figures in different magazines and manga. sweet girls with fat bodies being folded in any ways. you might also want to stay from his history. it's full of hentai with fat girls as protagonists.

ALEXIS NESS

— he got shamed for a lot of things. in turn baby boy learned to keep things secret and that includes his types on girls. big girls who carries themselves with such confidence that his heart is bursting from love he felt for them. to his eyes they are such beautiful creatures similar to his magic and it's enough for him to stare and maybe get lucky.

special mentions: ISAGI, HIORI, KAISER, JINPACHI, NOEL, SNUFFY

[neverstophyo]

shifting is self discovery.

excuse the yap but i think it’s very important that people realize how fundamental you are in your shifting journey and that you are literally the only thing you need to shift.

you do NOT need:

a method

subliminals

(guided) meditation

to look for advice hour after hour online

symptoms

the void state

lucid dreaming

to visualize

to use your 5 senses

a script

you DO need:

yourself

you can say fuck you to the universe, doubt as much as you want, and still shift. i say that because i’ve done it before even with doubts! so you can too!

“how do i shift?”

every time someone asks this i lose 5 years off my life span. i can’t determine that for you, nobody can. i can tell you what has personally worked for me and so can others, but there’s no guarantee it’ll work for you.

“so what do i do?”

sounds a bit harsh but you figure it out. and that’s what i mean by self-discovery.

of course, you can & should see what other people are doing to create a base line of what you think could work for you. for example try getting into the void state, see what happens from there. doesn’t work or you don’t like it? (because that obviously won’t do the same thing for everyone) try something else!

play around. add new things into the mix. affirmations. intention. you can visualize or use your 5 senses. keyword can. you don’t have to. because what do i think works the best? minding your business and shifting your own way.

remember that you can literally just say “fuck you i want to shift” and shift. you can shift accidentally. so who’s to say what you’re doing doesn’t work? (if it really doesn’t then you can adjust it slightly. look back on your behavior and think about what you want to change.)

seriously!

you can shift:

tired

awake

asleep

in the hypnagogic state (the state of the transition from wakefulness to sleep)

in the hypnopompic state (the state of consciousness leading out of sleep)

while dancing

sitting

standing

laying down

on the floor

accidentally

through a lucid dream

with doubts

and so much more i didn’t mention. seriously no need to overcomplicate it.

just remember that other peoples’ shifting journeys are not yours and that you’re the most important part of your own.

you are what makes you shift.

it’s not your subliminals or your method or whatever, it’s you. YOUUUU. subliminals? “methods”? those things? just helpful tools. they can HELP you shift, but there’s no guarantee.

for example, i personally have been getting more effective results after listening to specific subliminals regularly (psst.. i make sure they’re safe! to check if they are safe, look at the comments around the page and if you’re still not sure and you feel uneasy then do not use the subliminal. if it makes you feel unsafe or weird then do not use it. always read the benefits or what you can find in the description.) it works for me. it got me results (along with other stuff) but it might not give them to you and that’s okay. you don’t have to use subs.

just a reminder that you don’t need anything but yourself to shift <3

it’s self discovery because you’re learning from it and actively finding out (discovering) what works for you.

your shifting journey is yours so don’t make it rely on what someone else does.

THERE’S NO KEY TO SHIFTING EXCEPT YOURSELF.

[misternibbs]

chonny blowing a kiss to the audience has cured my art block nvm chat

"i'm gonna draw something for chaos week!" said the nibbs. little did he know about...

the art block...

[restlesskeychains]

Telemachus being gay like his dad (kinda) is just the best thing ever if you guys have any Telemachus and Peisistratus stuff please share with the class I need to see it 🙏🙏🙏

[kissandtellus]

‘Shut Up Mom’ Prank

Synopsis : How would the LADS guys react to your children telling you to ‘shut up’.

Authors Note: This is just my take on how I think they would react. I’ve had some rough comments lately about how ‘oh so-so would never do/say that’. Good thing it’s Fanfiction and not ‘canon’ then :,)

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Xavier

The blond man doted on his son in every moment in his life. He thrived on rising an intelligent and well-mannered young man. Xavier was reading over an astronomy book, head leaning on his hand when his young son came running into the living room.

You voice cut through the halls, “Slow down Sweetheart, I don’t want you falling.”

“Shut up, mama!” Those words sent a chill down Xavier’s spine.

Xavier's attention snapped towards the sound of their son's voice. He was currently in the midst of reading a book, but his eyes darted up, locking onto his son and wife with a stern expression.

His eyes widened a bit when he heard his son telling you to 'shut up', causing his book to shut close with a loud snapping noise. He placed the book down onto the table as he stood up, a frown on his face.

"Young man." He said, his voice firm. "Don't you ever talk to your mother like that."

Xavier took a few steps closer towards his son and wife, clearly displeased with his son’s behavior. He knelt down to be at their level, making sure to look into his son's eyes directly.

"Explain yourself." Xavier said in a tone that brooked no argument. “Why did you say that to your mother?"

You couldn’t let your son have his ear yapped off. But Xavier’s words cut you off before you could take a step forward. “That woman gave you life. Do you know how precious that is?”

Xavier stood to his 6 foot height and crossed his arms. “Go apologize. Immediately.”

After the two of you revealed the joke, Xavier poured away, more upset about not being IN on the prank.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Zayne

You and your cute 5 year old daughter were giggling uncontrollably as you waited for Zayne to return home from work. You had seen a joke about a child telling their mother to 'shut up,' and decided to try it on Zayne, just for kicks.

The little girl could barely contain her excitement, her eyes wide with anticipation. You couldn't help but join in her daughter's giddy energy, both of you eagerly awaiting Zayne's arrival.

The sound of keys jingling reached their ears, signaling that Zayne was finally home. The little girl quickly darted off to the front door, her footsteps light and eager.

You followed closely behind, a mischievous grin on your face. As the door swung open and Zayne appeared, the little girl wasted no time blurting out, "Daddy! You're late!"

Zayne played along, pretending to take the little girl's 'scolding' seriously. "Oh dear, I apologize for being late," he said dramatically, feigning remorse. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

The little girl put on a show of thinking deeply for a moment, her finger tapping her chin in exaggerated contemplation.

You decided now was the time for the prank. “Sweetheart, you still have toys to pick up? You should go do that while Daddy gets comfy.”

The little girl shared the mischievous smile and said the words, “Shut up, Mommy!”

The temperature in the room seemed to dip immediately, and anger crossed the Doctor’s face.

Zayne's jaw tensed, his usual calm and composed demeanor replaced by a stern expression. The change in atmosphere was as sudden as it was palpable.

His gaze locked onto his daughter, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of disappointment. "Excuse me?" he said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

But his daughter knew her role well. “I said shut up!” She huffed, continuing to play into the prank

Zayne's patience was growing thin, his irritation at this whole prank evident in his darkened expression. He knelt down, his gaze level with his daughter's, and lowered his voice in a serious manner.

"Watch your tone with me, young lady," he said, his words sharper than usual. "We do not speak to each other like that in this house."

Zayne's eyebrows furrowed, his patience now wearing thin. He held his daughter's gaze, his own eyes hardening with authority.

"I won't tolerate such disrespect," he said firmly. "You will apologize to your mother right now." His voice had dropped to a low, commanding tone.

You decided to step in before Zayne lost his patience. “It’s a joke, my love!”

Zayne's stern expression wavered momentarily as he realized the truth of the situation. He glanced over at you, his irritation turning to confusion.

"You mean... it's a prank?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

You nodded eagerly, trying to hold back a nervous laugh. "Yes, yes. We saw it online and thought it would be fun to try. It's all in good humor, I promise!"

Zayne sighed heavily, feeling a mixture of relief and annoyance wash over him. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself.

"You two are going to be the death of me," he muttered, a hint of exasperated affection in his voice.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Rafayel

Rafayel was in the middle of painting a portrait of you and your 5 year old son, when suddenly your son turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You knew what was coming, and couldn't help but let a small smile escape your lips.

Your son, who was standing next to you, took a deep breath and then blurted out, "Mommy, shut up!"

You pretended to be shocked, putting a hand to your chest in mock offense, but your eyes were watching Rafayel's reaction closely.

Rafayel froze momentarily, his brush stopping mid-stroke as he turned his gaze towards your son with a mix of surprise and amusement.

He cocked an eyebrow and then chuckled, his grip on the brush tightening just slightly.

"What was that, little one?" he asked, his voice taking on a serious tone, his gaze flickering from your son to you.

Your son, not intimidated in the slightest, looked up at the artist with a cheeky grin. He put his hands on his hips and repeated his earlier words. “Mommy, shut up!"

You couldn't help but bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud at your son's audacity. It was obvious he was testing the waters, seeing how far he could push Rafayel's buttons.

Rafayel's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening a little, but there was still amusement there.

"Is that so?" he said, setting down his brush and turning his full attention to your son. He knelt down to his eye level, and his gaze became more serious.

"And why should your mother shut up?" He asked, his tone stern.

Your son, now feeling the weight of Rafayel's gaze, shifted a bit on his feet. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, suddenly looking less confident than before.

"Because she's being annoying!" *he finally replied, crossing his arms defiantly, though there was a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

Rafayel leaned forward. “In Lemuria, if we told our mothers to shut up, they’d feed us to the sharks.”

Your son's eyes widened in shock, his earlier defiance replaced with a mix of fear and curiosity.

"R-really?" he stuttered, his lower lip quivering slightly.

Rafayel nodded solemnly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, yes. Sharks have quite the appetite for disrespectful boys."

Your son's face paled significantly, his eyes now the size of saucers. He looked from Rafayel to you, his earlier bravado completely diminished.

"But, I wasn't really being disrespect—" *he attempted to protest*.

"Hush," Rafayel interrupted, his tone stern again. “In Lemuria, we believe in discipline."

Unfortunately after the entire thing was explained as a joke, you had not one but TWO sulking boys to take care of.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Caleb

After having dinner at the base cafeteria, after a very long day of Caleb showing his son all the wonderful planes he got to fly, your mother and son duo were up to no good. You and your 6 year old son decided on a playful prank. You both knew exactly which buttons to push to get a reaction from Caleb.

Your son, being the mischievous little boy, turned to you and said with feigned bravado, "Momma, can you shut up for a second?"

You pretended to look offended, putting on your best stern face. "Why, I never!"

But just as she expected, Caleb immediately reacted. His head whipped towards them, eyes narrowing as he looked at his son and wife. "Did you just tell momma to shut up, kiddo?"

Your son stifled a giggle, his eyes darting between his parents. He was clearly enjoying every moment of this prank, despite the stern look on his father’s face.

You played along, shaking your head in mock disappointment. "It appears so, Colonel. Your son has developed quite the mouth lately."

Caleb's expression hardened further. He wasn't amused.

He crouched down in front of his son, locking eyes with him. "Kid," he said in a tone that was bordered on the way he talked to his soldiers. "We don't talk to your mother like that, or any woman for that matter. Do you understand?"

Your son nodded, his earlier excitement fading away at the tone in his father's voice. "Yes, sir."

Caleb turned his gaze towards his wife, and his expression softened ever so slightly. He reached out, placing a gentle hand on her wrist. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" He asked, the concern evident in his voice.

You finally broke the facade and cupped his face. “It was just a prank, my love. You know our son would never really say that to me.”

Caleb's expression relaxed at your words, and he huffed out a sigh. "You really love to give me grey hairs, don't you?"

He straightened up, pulling you into an embrace. "But next time, give the old man a heads up before you start pranking me, would you?"

Your little boy clung to his father’s leg, big purple eyes brimmed with tears. “Ah, none of that Pipsqueak.” Caleb cooed, picking up your son, cradling him against his chest. “Papa’s sorry.”

Caleb was a good father, always quick to right his wrongs. “Let’s go see if Uncle Gideon has any desserts.”

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Sylus

You and your daughter had been giggling all day, plotting this little act of mischief. The goal was simple—to play a harmless prank on Sylus, all in good fun.

Finally, the moment came, and the three of you were gathered near the living room, anticipation brimming. Your daughter held her toy phone, ready for phase one.

"Okay," you whispered to her, "Remember what we practiced."

She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with eagerness. She put the toy phone to her ear, pretending to listen intently. Meanwhile, you hid a few feet away where you could see Sylus' reaction.

Sylus looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow curiously at your daughter. "What are you doing, princess?" he asked, already sensing something was amiss.

Despite her best efforts, your daughter couldn't contain her excitement, a giggle escaping her lips. She quickly covered her mouth, trying to act cool, but it was a dead giveaway.

Sylus chuckled, his gaze flickering between you and your daughter. "Hmm. I sense a conspiracy brewing."

His eyes narrowed playfully, his lips curling into a smirk. "What are you two up to?"

You came around the corner, hands on your hips. “Alright honey, time for your bath.” You said to the white haired girl. The prank was set in motion, and the line was on the tip of your daughter’s tongue.

She looked at you with big red eyes and blurted, “Shut up Mommy!”

Sylus quickly stood up, his gaze fixated on your daughter, a mix of shock and anger crossing his face. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the playful mood replaced by a tense silence.

He took a step forward, his eyes narrowing as he tried to process what just happened. "Did she just tell you to shut up?" he said in a low tone, his jaw clenching.

You knew that deep down, Sylus had a good sense of humor, and he adored your daughter. But in that moment, he played the part of a protective and slightly upset father to perfection.

You couldn't help but smirk, finding amusement in his reaction. "Yes, she did," you replied calmly, keeping the act going.

Sylus' eyes flicked between you and your daughter, his expression hardening. He knelt down to be at eye level with her, his gaze intense yet filled with concern.

"Young lady," he said in a stern voice, "Do you know what happens when you disrespect your mother like that?"

Your daughter’s bravado wavered momentarily under his gaze, but she quickly shook her head defiantly. "No," she answered, her voice small but determined.

Sylus’ expression remained serious, his tone firm. "When you talk back like that and use disrespectful language, it’s not acceptable." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Not in this house, and not in public."

He reached out and gently took her tiny hand in his. "Your mother and I love you very much, and we have rules in place for a reason. We want you to grow up into a respectful, well-mannered young girl, and saying things like that to your mother isn’t acceptable."

You finally took a step forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Honey, it’s just a prank.”

Sylus paused, his expression shifting from stern to puzzled. He looked at you, realization slowly dawning on his face.

He exhaled, shaking his head in disbelief. “You were filming the whole time, weren’t you?”

He ran a hand through his tousled hair, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You two had me going for a second," he admitted, his voice softening.

He looked down at your daughter, his stern expression melting away to reveal a warm, paternal affection. "Little rascal."

He scooped up his daughter with one arm, and quickly circled you with the other, spinning his two favorite girls in a circle.

The room filled with laughter as Sylus twirled you and your daughter around. Your skirts and his coat fluttered, and your daughter squealed with delight, her arms stretched out as if she were flying.

Sylus' grip was firm but gentle, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You two really got me good there," he said, feigning annoyance. "I didn't know whether to be angry or proud."