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I love the Like? beneath that post that just feels like the site itself feels unsure about what's being said

Demi STOP

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Can I vent for a second? I never want to be one of those people who tries to dictate what others should write … but this is a huge pet peeve of mine.

Y/N is not the first female driver in Formula 1.

Maria Teresa de Filippis, Lella Lombardi, Divina Galica, Desiré Wilson, and Giovanna Amati did not put their blood, sweat, and tears into breaking barriers in real life only to be erased in fanfiction.

Y/N can be the first female driver in decades. Y/N can be the first female driver to race for a particular team. Y/N can be the first female driver to earn at least one point. Y/N can be the first female driver to stand on the podium. Y/N can be the first female driver to win.

But she is not the first female driver in Formula 1.

Don’t take that away from the real women who sacrificed so much to do what many deemed impossible.

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‘why do you read “various x reader stories?”’

first, i’m a narcissist and will not read it if it’s not about me

second, I love the feeling of people liking me

third, I was ignored as a child

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STOP PUSHING YOUR PREMIUM VERSION ON ME TUMBLR I'M SO SICK OF HAVING TO PAY FOR EVERY FUCKING SERVICE ON THE INTERNET THAT USED TO BE FREE AND WITHOUT ANY AD

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All of my mutals are so nice and cool I love you guys

Especially my Leijiverse mutuals, all of you are so cool I just want to put that out there

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Having a much older, much more experienced person tell you you're doing well in your shared hobby is better than crack, especially when the hobby tends to be 80% retired ppl. Like, hell yeah I'm gonna get a good grade in birdwatching and I'm not even 50. Child prodigy moment

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Is that a threat?

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Sometimes people ask me 'why did you reblog your own post' and I'll answer that question with another question: why are people not giving me more attention I'm literally so funnyyy

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Pete Hegseth (American Defense Secretary) said in a video that if he could he'd take away the women's right to vote. Where is the anger for our American sis? Nobody seems to be talking about it online, nobody seems to care about what's going on.

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shoutout to boring queer people who don’t do shit. just go to work or school and then come home to watch shows. while gay

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shoutout to boring queer people who don’t do shit. just go to work or school and then come home to watch shows. while gay

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you are a disgusting little whore for objectifying and sexualising hardworking athletic men like you do, go to hell

daily affirmations

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I'm so sorry for not updating my Fics. I know I promised several times to post the next chapter, that it was almost ready. Harlock series and movies being linked to my ex and the break up being rather painful to me for now... it led me to try to take some distance from it. Lately I've got some ideas about it as I refuse to get disgusted by the universe because of such a silly reason but it's difficult. Hope I can get back to it.

Thank you for following me and liking my writing though, I hope I'll be able to offer you the Fics you all deserve ❤️

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Love it. Their interaction, their personalities similar to what we see in the movie, Yama's inner turmoil... waiting for the second chapter ❤️

Chapter One

Masterlist

The entire crew of the Arcadia was celebrating the defeat of the Gaia Sanction. Drinking copiously, eating a feast fit for a king. The music could be heard throughout the ship. They were celebrating their victory against Gaia.

Everyone was happy.

Everyone was drinking and singing.

Everyone except Yama.

He had declined Kei's invitation to participate in the festivities. After what he had done, he didn't feel it was legitimate to drink and eat with those he had betrayed. After everything he had done. At Kei's insistence, Yama had used the excuse of being too tired, but he didn't want to be in front of the crew members. He knew they were judging him, that he was no longer legitimate in their eyes.

Yama sighed, tossing and turning in his bed. The laughter, the conversations, and the music managed to reach him, echoing loudly within his four walls. It made it all unbearable to hear. It was deafening, overwhelming, oppressive. A mockery. They were all mocking his pain. Yama turned to his bedside table, his gaze falling on the flower, the small hope, this fleeting life that had managed to grow on the desolate Earth ravaged by dark matter.

This flower that his mother had long loved.

This flower that she had always wanted to see bloom on Mars.

This flower that was a constant reminder of his selfishness and his mistakes.

That time, if he hadn't been so stupid and selfish, the greenhouse wouldn't have exploded. Ezra wouldn't have lost his legs and could have become Chancellor. Nami could have lived a happy life with his brother and not been locked in this stupid life support system to remain a living being. They probably would have had children. They could have had a peaceful and happy life.

And what about him in this story?

What would he have become if he hadn't caused this disaster?

Would he have become a botanical researcher, as he had wished to be before becoming a soldier? Before becoming a pirate?

Yama sighed, lying on his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. He was tired of hearing the music and the crew's joyful songs. He was holding himself back from going to find Kei and Yattaran to stop all the noise. It was giving him a headache. He groaned, leaving his bed and room to get as far away from the noise as possible. He felt as if the laughter and singing were coming from his skull, preventing him from thinking straight. He wandered the corridors of the Arcadia, with only one specific destination in mind. He just wanted to be away from the laughter and the music.

A little peace and quiet too much to ask?

Yama realized he had arrived on the bridge. The laughter and music didn't reach this part of the ship. There was only silence. A sigh of relief escaped Yama's lips. Calm, that was all he wanted. He climbed the stairs leading to the throne where Harlock always sat. The space corsair throne.

Was the captain with the others right now?

It was unlikely. He wasn't the type to participate in this kind of festivities. But it wasn't impossible that he might have a drink or two with his crew.

Yama moved closer to the throne, observing it closely. Despite everything he had done, Harlock had decided to make him his right-hand man. After betraying the Arcadia twice, after betraying the Gaia Sanction. But the captain had, despite all that, decided to make him his right-hand man.

Why did they allow him to stay on the Arcadia?

Why give him such an important role?

Yama didn't understand. No matter how hard he thought, nothing made him understand why Harlock was doing this. Was this a way to punish him? Probably. Yama shook his head slightly, clearing his mind of the thoughts. He turned to the helm, slowly walking towards it. He gently grasped the tillers, trying to turn it, but it jammed. Preventing him from maneuvering. A nervous laugh escaped his lips. Even the Arcadia didn't want him either.

No one wanted him.

His grip tightened on the tillers. His teeth bit his lip. No one ever wanted him. Why would it be any different on this ship? Yama let go of the helm, leaving the bridge to walk through the corridors of the Arcadia. His steps were hurried, becoming faster and faster. His hurried walk became a race. He had to leave this place. As quickly as possible. Yama ran to the warehouse. With the party, there was no one monitoring the expedition ships. Yama crossed the room, his step hurried, his breathing labored. That little voice in his head was screaming at him to leave as quickly as possible. He entered the first ship that caught his eye. He took a seat at the controls, checking that the shuttle was in working order.

The tank was full.

Perfect. He had enough fuel to reach the planet he wanted to reach. He activated the engines and the controls. All he had to do was turn off the tracking device to prevent members of the Arcadia from finding him.

"Are you planning to betray me again?"

Yama's body tensed as he heard the deep, calm voice of the Arcadia's captain: Harlock. His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he heard his heels hit the ground. Why did he always have to be one step ahead? How could he know he was in that shuttle? Yama swallowed, keeping his head down, as he heard him take the other seat.

The silence between the two men was heavy, making the atmosphere even more oppressive.

Harlock remained seated, his long legs outstretched, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was fixed on the control panel. Wordlessly, he reached for the panel, reactivating the tracking system. Yama swallowed as the robotic voice announced that the tracking system was activated. How could he face it? He felt like he'd become a child who'd been caught stealing candy.

"I couldn't forgive a third betrayal from you, Yama," Harlock said calmly.

"I know that," Yama replied, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"Then why do you want to steal one of my shuttles?"

"I… I have to leave," Yama replied.

"Is someone on the Arcadia making you?"

"No, I'm doing this of my own free will."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you want to leave?"

Yama's grip tightened on the steering wheel. Why did the captain have to ask him so many questions? Why did he always have to justify himself? A little peace, without anyone asking questions, too much to ask?

He just wanted to get away. Far from here, far from Arcadia, far from Gaia Sanction, far from all this madness that was starting to get on his nerves.

He always had to justify himself. He'd had to justify himself to his father for continuing to maintain his mother's greenhouse. He'd had to justify himself to Ezra to beg his forgiveness. He'd had to justify his motives to Harlock when he said he was acting in the name of freedom. And now, once again, he had to justify himself.

"I… I don't belong here. Not after what happened. No… I never belonged here. I don't belong anywhere. I… I just have to leave, that's all!"

As he spoke, Yama pounded his fists against the control panel. He was sick of all this nonsense. Why wouldn't anyone leave him alone? He wanted to speak, but his throat tightened, his heart began to beat terrifyingly fast, and he was starting to have trouble breathing. The space mercenary's voice was hard to hear. He couldn't think straight anymore. He felt as if his heartbeat was echoing in his ears.

It was deafening.

Disturbing.

Terrifying.

His hand gripped his jacket tightly, at chest level. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. He felt dizzy.

Was he dying?

Hands placed on his shoulders, forcing him to face the infamous mercenary. Harlock's gaze bored into his. Yama couldn't tear his gaze away from his. He tried to speak, but his throat was too tight for the words to come out. He saw the captain's lips move, but none of his words reached his ears.

What could he possibly be saying?

Yama didn't know how to react when Harlock took his hand in his own. He saw him guide his hand to his chest. Harlock pressed his palm against his chest. Yama stared at his hand resting against the mercenary's chest. Harlock's heart beat at a steady, steady pace. The rebel stared intently at his hand, unable to look away. He felt Harlock's chest slowly rise and fall. Yama began to breathe in deeply and exhale slowly, matching the mercenary's rhythm.

It took a few minutes for his heart rate to return to a calm, steady rhythm. The feeling in his throat dissipated. Tears trickled down his cheeks. He could feel exhaustion washing over him.

How could he be so exhausted?

He had never been so exhausted in his life. Not even Gaia's training had left him this exhausted. His forehead rested against Harlock's shoulder. His head was spinning terribly, he had trouble keeping his eyes open. He felt a hand in his hair and thought he heard it whisper something in his ear before everything went black.

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It's so beautiful ❤️