#“i keep forgetting to post here” is like. kind of a lie. most of what i draw is just stuff i don't really want on here (nothing bad tho)

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i keep forgetting to post here oops. anyways

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Are people playing the same game I did? What do they mean "Rook has done nothing to earn Solas' loyalty"? Given what Solas did to Varric, and just the general threat Solas' plans represent, Rook is well within their rights to give zero shits about his loyalty. Why are they concerned about Rook earning Solas' loyalty to begin with? Solas wronged THEM not the other way around??? What did Rook even do? Stop the ritual? The ritual which was going to cause apocalyptic destruction? You can't blame Rook for not having all the facts. The one who does have all the facts (Solas) has been keeping them to himself. It's not Rook's fault if they only know what they've been told. What are they supposed to think given that demons are literally popping up all over the place? Solas hasn't exactly given Rook any reason to trust him. Did they forget Solas has a whole track record of being untrustworthy??? And even that considered Rook still makes plenty of effort to understand Solas? That entire quest with Solas' memories? Various companions weighing in based on their perspectives? I don't understand where they're getting this impression that Rook is some unreasonably judgemental dickhead. I'm sorry for ranting I'm just so tired of going into the VG tags and seeing people put the most unwarranted Rook hate in the main tags. How do people have the most bad faith takes about their own character? Are they role-playing them like that??

Dude, I totally get what you mean. These are all the same questions I'm asking myself every time I happen across a take like that. (Adding the link to my prev post about the take in question.)

If you'll allow me some room for pondering, my guess is just that... they are kind of roleplaying them like you say, but they're not truly roleplaying. Or better said, they're not playing the role of Rook.

I think that these people posting takes like that, they're playing as themselves, not taking up the perspective of a character within the story but looking into the story from the outside, AND they're doing so filtered through the lens of having previously also played Inquisition (and their Inquisitor) the same way.

What I think may be happening here is that the Inquisitor's (and by extension, these players') experience with Solas is, by design, drastically different from that of Rook, and many of those who have loved the character they knew Solas as for a long time (a decade at this point) find Rook's and Veilguard's perspective of him and his role in the story irreconcilable with what they know.

These players see Solas as a companion, a friend, a lover, a character who is fundamentally a protagonist in the story (regardless of the fact that Trespasser explicitly states that him achieving his goals would cause massive devastation and the end of Thedas as we know it, plus that much of the face that he showed in Inquisition, he himself admitted was either shown under false pretenses or was an outright lie), and with that being their version of the truth about him as far as they are concerned, they find conceptualizing him as an antagonist very difficult, or even impossible.

Which means that the neutral/wary attitude that Rook (a character who was written as someone who never before interacted with Solas, spent the better part of the year pursuing him with the intention of stopping him, and now has goals that are explicitly contradictory to his ultimate goal) puts them in a place where the player's point of view character is one they think of as an antagonist.

That's why they think that Rook is the one who should win Solas' trust and loyalty, that's why they're frustrated that Rook has no option to immediately believe and trust everything Solas says and prioritize helping him, and in some fringe cases, that's why they think there should have been an option to let the Veil be brought down and let Solas succeed.

Simply, I think that these people, they aren't engaging with the story as written, but they are constantly fighting against their own protagonist, which creates this sort of... I guess moral dissonance(? can I call it that?) between them, and the point of view that the game asks them to embody.

I don't know how much sense this makes (I've been microwaving this in my head for a long time, I think it may be a bit burnt at this point), but I feel like it lines up with the posts that have broken into my isolation chamber. Granted I don't purposefully engage with these types of posts and I'm pretty sure I've blocked a large chunk of the people posting this stuff, but...

I mean, to me it makes sense, lol.

It's kind of that theme of fact and truth and history changing depending on who tells it (which permeates the entire setting) seeping into the real world, and into the fandom.

That has kind of an almost poetic irony to it.

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How's ''sexy time'' with Jude Bellingham? | Tarot Reading

DISCLAIMER: Take everything in here with a grain of salt - and have fun!

WARNING: This post contains some 18+ topics, so if you don't want to read it, beat it.

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How's Jude during sexy times? How does he act during it?

queen of cups reversed + 10 of pentacles + wheel of fortune + ace of pentacles + 4 of pentacles + the empress + knight of swords reversed + page of swords reversed + king of pentacles reversed:

He's a bit selfish during it, I'm not going to lie to you. I see he may rush into things most of time and there's a lack of communication during it (he may not be much vocal during it, may not understand very well what his partner wants). He seems kinda impulsive during sex to me. I get it, he's not emotionally involved in this (both of them aren't, honestly), but that's not an excuse, dude. I see his whole body getting so sensitive that he kind of ''forgets'' a little bit about his partner's needs.

He's insecure about his performance? Oh my, guys... I think he gets insecure about it. Whomever keep talking about their experience with him on the internet... He doesn't like it a bit.

I see him being very worried about security while doing it (either the place must be secure, the person must be secure, condoms are a MUST for him).

I see him being a switch as well, so he may start on top, then his partner gets on top and he likes it; then minutes later he tops her again and so on.

He's good at foreplay, though. He's very very VERY touchy and he likes to take his time getting them both ready. During foreplay I see him getting a bit dominating. I see edging practice here, but indirectly? He just likes to stretch out the pleasure as much as he can so he edges without even thinking about it. He loooves to kiss, he loooves to be touched everywhere. He has an impregnation kink but he doesn't practice it yet (maybe with his girlfriend? His wife?).

But as soon as they're done he's done as well? I don't see aftercare or much communication after in here. It's more like Jude has a bunch of bootycalls and that's it. I see steamy foreplay, hasty action, then ''goodbye, 'till next time, mate''. Not good, not not good.

How Jude likes his partner to act during it?

the high priestess + 7 of pentacles + 8 of cups reversed + knight of wands + the emperor + the hermit + 2 of cups + queen of cups + knight of pentacles reversed

Jude here likes women who know what they're doing (pillow princesses step back). Does it mean he always encounter these? No.

He likes to be dominated and to surrender during sex and he likes for his partner to guide their pleasure to exaustion. What am I talking about here? More edging. I knew it! To the point of one of them (or both) end up crying for oversensibility.

Jude likes when fantasy mix with reality, so music on, roleplays, made up scenarios... And mutual masturbation while staring at each other's eyes? My, my...

He likes direct partners to tell him what to do, how to do it and in a bold way. Don't you dare to be shy with him, he likes them fiery.

So he may not be emotionally connected to his partners right now, but during the act, Jude wants to feel like they care for him. What a hypocrite!

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So yes, sometimes he meets people who ''match his freak'', sometimes he doesn't. The things he likes his partner to do, in my opinion, are not the reality of what happens. Some people have kinks and desires but don't act on them for lack of awereness and lack of a ''proper partner'' for it. Most one-night stands are just boring and quick sex, you know it.

That's all for now, folks!

If you have any questions or opinions, just send them in my inbox.

Take care and bye bye<3

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things i do to distract myself.

i dont usually post textposts, but i decided to do something different because, its november!!! nd we all know this months is when things go wrong and i've been struggling to practice self-care so here are some of my favourite things i like to do to remind myself i am loved, and perhaps give you all some inspo if you're in a funk too!! <3

listen to music i tend to have different playlists as i believe that the music you listen to dictates your mood. as much as i enjoy my jazz and classical, when im in a funk i need to be hype 24/7!! my go to's are usually anything future, miss stallion, glorilla, king von, tate mcrae, charli or carti. i need to listen to music that'll manifest success and confidence.

read i'll read anything really, just to keep my mind off social media BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO ROT MY BRAIN WHEN IM FEELING SULKY. im currently reading letters from a stoic by seneca - im learning plenty and its keeping me stay calm

body movement i love a good run, or a pilates sesh so i'll put all my anger and sadness into pushing myself to run an extra k, or that extra set. sometimes its nice to just clear ur lungs and ur mind, and it'll build my strength physically and mentally!!! plus i'll look even better so he'll regret ever ending things with me

visit the beach im a beach girl forever, the ocean has always been my best friend. a quick swim will alwayssss level me out. there's cute boutiques and my favourite açai place along the esplanade and i love walking down there during the sunset or sunrise to keep me busy.

annoy my friends i love my friends so much they're my everything!!! they bring me peace even if we're loud. there's something about surrounding yourself with positive and loving energy that i'll never get tired of, if i could i would give all my love in my body to them.

write ive always been a writer i think. i have to get everything in my mind onto paper or a document or i lose it. its nice to write in my journal about things im grateful for, things im scared about and things i want to achieve. as well as just what went on in my day - i think that now im out of high school im living a much more dramatic and different life to what i used to, so i need to process these things. also i write w a muji pen so it makes the experience so fun.

cry no matter how nonchalant i try to be, im a crier - even at the clubs (it gets embarrassing) but i find it a great way to rid my anger, sadness or stress - better out than in.

meditate ive only just started practicing this, but its very peaceful!! well duh i like to do it during sunset in the park near one of the beaches i frequent (so i can swim too hehe) and the sound of the waves, the people and life can kind of block out anything in my head!!

clean/re-organise my room organised room = organised mind!! (my dad taught me that one) but during this process i always find something that i forgot about and i get distracted, so it takes longer but i get the job #done

call my mummy my mum and i are close, shes my best friend so i tell her everything (except my tattoos and my ehem..rendevouz..) her wisdom has helped me in a lot of situations...i tend to write down the advice she gives me so i dont forget and fuck up. again :p

retail therapy maybe not the most healthy way of self-care, but it gets the job done i cannot lie!! sometimes you need to spend a little bit of money to sustain some peace in your life. you do need that glossier lip liner babe, get it, you deserve it.

ofc some of these things may not work well for you, but self-care is what makes you feel good!!! im open to new ideas of self-care so lmk what you guys do :p + thank you so much for 3 blessed years on this account, eternally grateful for everyone <3

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Jungkook's Natal Chart: Virgo Mercury 8H, 7°

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Mercury is a planet that will represent our communication style, our voice, how we express ourselves, what we think about and talk about the most, how our minds work, etc.

Mercury in Virgo

JK's Mercury is in Virgo, which means he can be quite smart in general. Even if it’s a different kind of smart, he can just be smart even in his own way. Or you could feel like he is quite smart even academically. That means if JK has a strong interest in something, he will usually have less hard times to study it or learn it. Mercury being in his 8H with Virgo placement makes him want to know EVERYTHING about subjects he loves. Usually, those people can love animals and plants, but also nature. JK can love to organize and can need it when he works or studies, because he could work better this way. He can usually even like to organize everything in his life, because it can even help him to memorize things. So anything unpredictable or anything (or anyone) that is chaining in his habits and organization can be quite stressful for him. JK can be quite logical in general, or he could just act and speak in a very logical way, and he could come off as cold or detached sometimes. He is good at analyzing people as well, so he can usually read people well. He wants to be seen as smart and he always want to learn more because he wants to improve about his knowledge. Usually, those people love to each compliments about how smart they are. He also likes to correct people when they are wrong. Though he usually isn't good at taking criticism because he feels like he isn't good enough, and he should have known. We can often see that how JK can even often be his worst critic, always thinking he is never doing good enough. He often self criticizes and he can put some pressure on himself often. 

Mercury 8H

Mercury in the 8H here makes JK's mind more deep than what we can think. I see often people saying JK can't lie, though this placement suggest JK is actually very good at keeping secrets. I am not saying he is a liar, but he just knows what to say and what to not say. He is def smart, and he is smarter than what people give him credit for. JK may actually enjoys people not exactly knowing him, he may be quite secretive. Mercury in 8H are very focused people; they are quite quiet with people they don’t know. If there are things they don’t want to reveal or talk about, forget about it because you will never know, like ever. JK doesn't like change much. He is def cold and will actually never talk to someone he hates. He can also be quite shy and won't talk much if there is someone he doesn't know. But he is very nice and generous with the people he loves. No fake with him, he will say things directly and be blunt. If he argues, he can indeed be aggressive with his words and the way he says things. He is collected and calm, knows how to translate his emotions in a logical and understandable way. JK could have a hard time with writing his emotions, or just translating his emotions with words. He can feel it's hard to express those, but easy to feel. So Art can actually help JK a lot on this. JK may care a lot about what he has and possesses, and he may talk about it often. This can also be a placement that can seem materialistic, but it’s important to talk about those things for JK. He can be very good at negotiating, and He handles money pretty well. Jungkook doesn’t speak for nothing, he will only share his ideas and thoughts if he does have some. He won’t make conversations if he doesn’t want to. 

Mercury 7°

Mercury in 7°, a Libra degree, makes Jungkook very easy going, nice and very charming in the way he speaks. He speaks with a light voice a tone that is charming and melodious. He is someone very polite and hates rudeness, but also injustice. So, he will always try his best to speak in the fairest way and the nicest way possible. So even when someone is rude to him, he will try to “kill them with kindness”. He is the kind of person to love to listen to people. Also, he is very good with words, and how he uses those. He wants to make sure whatever he talks about will be pleasant for the other person, but that the way he speaks will not hurt a soul or not hurt anyone in this case. In the end, he is making sure that the conversation he has and how he talks will never cause an argument. 

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QL watching - CW19

Be my Favorite (finished with 12/12) - ohmygod how could I forget this show on my last post??? I went through the remaining 8 episodes in the last days and goddamn, this is such a good show. Absolutely an instant favorite. Both Krist and Gawin are brilliant in their roles, and Aye has proven yet again why I love her so much, Aou is always an instant bonus and rip Title, my condolences for having to play yet another semi-antagonist. Anyway. I love this show's premise, and even more I love its writing. While I am way too used to gmmtv shows in which some stupid bullcrap miscommunication will be introduced to have some rather annoying additional low-stakes conflict, BMF specifically is about the importance of communication. So many things go wrong in this show and it understands that communication can very much be the resolution for issues, not just the cause. Watch if you like time travel, Krist, Gawin or just want to have a great time. Also if you're 30+.

Perfect 10 Liners (16/24) - I continue to live for Klao and Warich, but honestly, the couples in this show are all very very neat. I appreciate how disgustingly in love Gun and Yotha ended up being. However. Ugh. The entire stuff with Yotha/Faifa/Newton's mom was absolute bullshit. Saying that though as someone who has been semi-estranged from their own parents, and I can't stand it when parents get away with stuff that close to traumatized their children, and when they get forgiven just because their children are so desperate for those parents' love. I think I heard that it gets addressed again during Faifa's storyline and goddamn, I hope so. We can't leave it at this.

Knock Knock, Boys! (5/12) - I finally continued this little show, and keep being well entertained. I can't say that it's something unique, but I enjoy the character dynamics a lot. And I love to have Seng on my screen, always. Watch if you like domesticity and stories about discovering oneself, in various ways.

My Stubborn (4/12) - THE HR VIOLATIONS!!! This time we got slapped right in the face with the longest NC scene I have seen so far in BL before the opening was even running, and damn. Unfortunately I think I have caught feelings for this show. I feel so bad for Jun given both how Sorn treats him at work, but also for having to endure his extreme jealousy. I hope he gets to kick Sorn's ass.

The Next Prince (2/14) - I love Khanin, and Charan begins to worry me with the moments in which his fears show through his facade, because it seems that he's hiding a lot of suffering (and I keep wondering if he actually witnessed the attack on Khanin and his mom). I can't wait to see how Khanin is gonna do in Emmaly.

Star in my Mind (3/8) - I actually started watching the show just today because I finally want to get to Our Skyy 2, but want to watch/finish all included shows before that. I didn't expect much going into it, mostly because it's yet again the uni/slice of life/sorta coming of age kind of show that I don't really care about, buuuut JoongDunk are always a good reason to watch something. Plus I am having a great time with so many baby faces of people I already know ❤ Watch if you like JoongDunk and mutual pining. Also Joong is giving proto-Fadel minus trauma but with living parents here.

Boys in Love (3/12) - I am entirely here for the teachers, not gonna lie. Buuuuut the students are pretty cute, and I quite enjoy the show overall. I am actually surprised that most of the student actors are 20ish, because honestly, i would have bought it if I had been told that they're rather around 16, and that definitely makes the show much more believable.

Pit Babe Season 2 (2/13) - Damn, what an episode. I love how nearly every single character is suspicious at this point. One would think that in a show with such a big main cast a main couple as much featured in every episode as Charlie and Babe would get boring at some point, but it's really the opposite for me. I get more attached every time I see them, and I already liked them a lot to begin with. And Chris??? Ohmygod Chris, I need more of that man! I can't wait to see how he's gonna pair up with Pete's unhealthy Way obsession. Also. KentaKim/KimKenta when???

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some post wad weekend thoughts...

i just wrote all this on the plane and haven't read it through so apologies for any mistakes

first of all, this weekend was incredible. i usually just kinda sit at home doing not much of anything, and this was a much needed break to actually have some fun. london in general always lifts my spirits but i suppose that danisnotonfire guy contributed a little as well.

guys i think i've met more people the past few days than i otherwise have in years. like. holy shit. i started listing people but i'm petrified i'll forget someone so i chickened out, sorry about that. but you all know who you are. i've met friends i've had for years, people i used to know but haven't spoken to in what feels like a decade, newer friends, and a frankly baffling amount of people i didn't know yet but who told me they've followed me for ages. like holy fuck you guys lmao what the hell??? and i mean did the reaction ever get old no of course it didn't. bad for my ego i'm sure but totally worth it. there's something very amusing and incredibly surreal about being chronically lame in most aspects of life and then suddenly finding yourself in an environment where you're kinda cool???? SO fucking fun oh my god, but also i do kinda feel like i've tricked you all? but hey i'll happily let you keep believing i'm cool, that is more than fine with me.

most importantly though everyone was SO lovely. like i said i don't think i've spoken to this many people in such a short amount of time in years and every single person i talked to was awesome. guys did you know phannies are kind of great... don't tell anyone but, lowkey... everyone is so funny and cool and absolutely insane but in a good way (shoutout everyone left at the gates until the very end, we should probably get some help).

and then lastly of course, mr howell himself. i talk about this a lot i feel like but fuck me that man was born to perform. whether you think he's actually funny or not, nobody can argue he doesn't absolutely thrive on a stage. he plays off the audience so well and he's so very obviously having the time of his fucking life. i'd already seen the show twice before this, and i didn't think anything would top the previous london show but man... the first night he came back out after the show having clearly been tearing up backstage, apologising for being an inconsistent absent parent, and i can't lie the "i had daddy issues and THEN i subscribed to dan howell" got me cause yeah no literally dude, you nailed it, exactly, well done. i think something about doing this show again, his magnum opus as he considers it, now after the dapg return was very special to him. he seems genuinely surprised that so many of us were ready to just jump back in like nothing happened, i don't think he was expecting so many people to still be waiting and it's... man. he comes off so grateful for us all and it's so fucking sweet. and then on the last night, i think that was my favourite, when the show ended and he got the standing ovation and people throwing him flowers.. he was so HAPPY. and clearly overwhelmed with emotion which, i gotta say, there is something honestly kinda funny about daniel howell standing in front of you trying not to cry. like no by all means dude go ahead, please, you've made me cry an endless amount of times it's only fair.

ugh. i'm proud of him or whatever. dick. and i'm proud of our ridiculous fucking community. i'm not sure what 14 year old nora would say if you'd told me i'd still be kicking it in the phandom a decade on, but at almost 25 (fml) i'm so so happy to be here still. you know, we get a bad rep, but i genuinely think as far as fanbases go we're pretty solid. and i love you all so much.

i believe i will have to rob a bank or something because the next time dan and/or phil do a tour i think i'll have to just show up at every date like i'm sorry but this was too good of a high we need to do it again immediately

anyway. back to work 💪

(by which i mean giffing dan and phil. i am still very much unemployed. fr though i'm two whole videos behind this has never happened i feel weird. who am i)

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Hi!

I think I have to move on.

You may have noticed that all of a sudden my posts have become less and less frequent. That's not on purpose I simply don't have the motivation to keep this ask blog going. I made this blog at the peak of my TADC hyperfixation because I knew it would give me the boost to work. At the start I made like, what? 2 a day, wowzas! Then it became like every other day posts. It's not that I don't enjoy the blog, the ship, the asks. Hell, the asks were the best part of this, I love just seeing what you guys come up with for these three and I get to do the even more fun part of drawing the answer.

But I still have no motivation to keep this going. And I have fixated on something else if you follow my main.

So, thank you for being here and still liking my posts even if I hadn't posted often. This was the most fun I've had and being my first ask blog I ever created just makes it more important to me.

I probably won't ever revive this blog but I'll keep it open for you. And if you want to see what the story I originally planned out was gonna be then check below the cut! Or if you wanna stay curious and theorize then just scroll by. Thank you again, hope ya have a great day and year. I hope my shit was at least okay to you.

I'm not gonna lie. Most of the stuff was just created along the way of drawing. I was like, huh this would be cool let's add that in. And ofc I didn't get to any juicy lore in this but it would've been rushed because I didn't plan beforehand... which you probably could tell xd

For Pomni, here's the plot twist: she's dead and her conscience was updated into the game to keep her somewhat alive. She worked in the place that created the game, she even took part in putting people in there. The entire game was just an expirement to test if immortality was possible, but of course.. everyone goes insane in there so they have to keep on and keep on trying with more and more people to get anywhere. They wait until someone goes to edge of absolute insanity and that's when they take them out of the game, their bodies are still kept alive and they go back to normal. They forget everything that happened while in the game. For Pomni she died just after her conscience was converted to the game, for others they were forced to go while alive. Who killed Pomni? Well, her boss, the head of the experimentation. Why? Idk 😭

For Jax, I gave him a dark story. He was isolated in his home and kept away from the outside world, which is why he lacks empathy, because he simply doesn't know how to feel that way when he never really had knowledge of emotions outside or even inside his home. His father was emotionally and physically ab4sive so.. that didn't help. He latched onto his mother the most but they never saw eachother often. That's all I had for him in mind.

For Ragatha, she lived in the country on her own land with her husband. Yup! She had a husband and a daughter too. Husband was a total jerk and she couldn't leave because she didn't want their kid to experience separated parents. She's a doll in the game because it resembles the doll she made for her daughter.

I also had some plot that I made up in my mind. Like.... Pomni at the end would be the last one alone in the digital circus. That being since she's dead she would just be yknow. Dead if she left the game. Jax and Ragatha leave but only because Pomni forces them. Again don't know how, I probably would have made it up while I went along with the story. So, Pomni is just there alone, with Caine. And she lives like that for eternity. She doesn't go insane anymore and it isn't as lonely as it used to feel like. It would feel like home kind of. But she would be there, longing for her partners forever unless she decides one day to just. Yknow, die..

Also since Jax and Ragatha would forget everything after they leave the game, they just don't remember they were in a relationship and would live their lives like before. Sad and lonely.

Goodness, I forget I make the most sad stories ever sometimes 😭

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Shiver

Chapter Seven - La Douleur Exquise

the exquisite pain of the feeling of wanting someone that you know you can never have, and knowing that you still want to be with them.

♡ Mick Schumacher x Reader, Best friend!Danny Ricc x reader

♡ TW: Swearing, inaccurate timeline of F1/F2/F3, badly translated German using Google, alcohol consumption, talking about being drunk, uhhhh there are really none in this chapter?? none really glaring ones at least. angst, self doubt, anxiety, etc. not proofread

♡ She/Her pronouns are used, nothing descriptive about reader except that her hair is long enough to pull back into a ponytail or braid, no reader insert, timeline skips. ALSO: WARNING!!!! I will barely be mentioning Michael Schumacher. I do not presume to know what he is thinking, or would say in these fictional scenarios. I am trying to be respectful of their privacy and not make any assumptions!!!!!! He will be mentioned here and there, but I do not believe any dialogue will be associated with him. If you do not like that, then do not read it. :)

♡ 4.8k words

♡A/N: After some very intense and long chapters, I just wanted something softer and lighter. Of course, there is still substance, but i really enjoyed this chapter! Sorry it’s late. I’ve been working six days a week and i was just too exhausted yesterday. * Posted on mobile, will format on my laptop later

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There were few times in your life that you could remember that you were truly at peace with yourself and your surroundings. It seldom came with your own home life, but instead with your lifelong friend. Your memories were all askew and your thoughts could hardly keep up to the present, but there was a certain familiarity to the person who took you in, and vowed to protect you.

In fact, that person had always been there for you. From the first time you showed up to their house with a black eye, to the last time they saw you beaten and broken so much so that the only thing you could do was shelter in the safety of their own mind. And even then, you were brutalized by the sport you dedicated your life to. In such a manner, that you were forgetful of all the things you accomplished and could accomplish on your own. You were reliant on one person, and that one person’s memories of you. Yet, every morning since as you woke, you pondered the thought of thinking the same things too. They were kind, gentle, and patient with you. They were all of the things you were not, nonetheless fitting seamlessly with your spirit and fortitude.

Still, in the silence of the home you didn’t know, you awaited their arrival like a shark waiting to stake its claim.

It wasn’t a lie though. You were tired. You were exhausted. These last few days absolutely drained you and made you feel like even less than half of the person you were before you had left the hospital. You had to have help just making a stupid sandwich if you were hungry. It was humiliating. But still, when you heard the keys jingle in its lock and the familiar voice calling out to you only the name they reserved for you, you felt immediately calm and ready to be in their care. Yet, in the stillness of isolation and the solace you could have easily found, you wound up in the most (un)likely of places.

Mick opened the front door eagerly awaiting the respite of his bed. Tired from all the press, fittings, and training he had to accomplish before his next race, all he wanted to do was have a snack and flop on his bed and take a nap (Or a very long awaited sleep). The blue eyed boy you had so little recent memory of, but so full adoration for made his way around the living space growing increasingly worrisome as he called out for you.

“Smidge?”

“Smidge, I am home!”

“Schätzen?”

First, he checked the usual places you could’ve gone on crutches. And then, he wondered to himself if you were more mobile than he might have thought with just a boot on your leg now. Having made sure you weren’t in the shared living space or your own bedroom, the Mercedes driver began to panic.

As burnt out as he was, he dashed outside to see if you were in the pool house and maybe were too tired to walk back, but no such luck happened for him. His next attempt landed him caught in den. He knew you liked to cuddle up in there and watch TV, but you were nowhere to be found. Pulling out his phone, he began to dial the security detail he had hired to be there for you around the clock. The Swiss-German driver had one more idea though. Tiptoeing, he creeped to the room he had been staying in, the door being ajar making it seem as though someone had been in there. He knew for a fact he had shut it close before he had left this morning. Pushing the door ever so quietly, Mick stumbled upon one of the greatest sights he had ever seen.

You were tangled up in his sheets with one of his shirts hanging off your body loosely, as you held one of the pillows close to your body. Mick couldn’t help but relish in the view in front of him. He didn’t even care that you didn’t have your boot on, and he very much cared about that. But, as he watched your shoulders rise and fall with a calming rhythm, he realized that he’d either have to wake you to move you, or climb in bed with you. He secretly hoped that the sound of his shower going would stir you enough, but after about 15 minutes of him rinsing off the day, you were still dead asleep in the same position. His bright blue eyes searched you and the bed up and down for a reasonable and not creepy way for him to climb into bed with you, as he dawned a white t shirt and blue pajama pants.

Mick just hummed confusedly as he debated leaving you where you slept and sleeping in your room or on the couch, or biting the bullet and sleeping in his bed with you by his side. Letting out a deep breath, he ran a hand through his blond hair and decided to slip into the bed with you.

You whined happily in your sleep when you felt the extra warmth join you. Mick lay frozen where he lay though, trying not to disturb the much needed sleep you needed. You eventually began to scoot backwards, your backside against his torso. Overcome with tiredness, Mick turned and was behind you now. Lazily, he threw an arm around your waist and pulled you as close as he could to his body. Soon thereafter, the two of you drifted off into what maybe was the best sleep of your life.

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You awoke with confusion in the middle of the night as you inhaled the scent someone who wasn’t yourself. Turning your head, you saw that the boy who had rescued you lay peacefully on his back as he lightly snored to the rhythm of his heart beating. You tried your best to get up without disturbing him - but to no avail, the next thing you could hear was incoherent German babbling and something about staying there.

“I need to go back to my own room.” You pleaded as you tried to pry him off of you.

“But why? You are comfortable here.”

You sat up and sighed, looking around at the unfamiliar place.

“I shouldn’t have come, this is your room…” You managed to mumble.

The boy who you sort of knew, but didn’t really know lay in front of you - his tired blue eyes searching for any kind of sign of life. And as his eyes searched and searched for some kind of indicator that you were still there, you reached out and stroked his cheek. The two of you lay on your sides, face to face on his bed while you caressed his cheek. Mick couldn’t help but lean into the welcomed touch as your fingers ventured the rest of his face for answers.

“Why are you in here, Schätzen?”

He didn’t sound accusatory, no, but he did sound throughly confused.

Since moving into the house he rented for the two of you a few days ago, he made it clear that he had his own room and that you had yours. He didn’t want to you feel pressured or scared to be by yourself. And despite all of the nights before the accident that you two did share a bed, he knew that you needed your own space to learn and to recover.

“My room doesn’t smell like yours.” You further nuzzled your face into the pillow beneath you as his fingers snaked around your waist to find yours.

“And what does my room smell like?”

You happily sighed, the wave of sleepiness yet again coming over you as you squeezed his hand tightly. Sure, you two may be cuddling but those are just semantics.

“Home.”

The next morning you awoke to an empty bed, the sheets and blankets that were previously tangled around Mick’s body now covered you completely. Sitting up, you find a piece of paper on his pillow addressed to you.

Smidge,

I had to go out to train again before tomorrow’s FP. Relax, sleep, and rest in here as long as you would like. I will be back in the afternoon.

Love,

Mick

PS - Please put the boot back on your leg. Otherwise, I will have to start carrying you everywhere because you will have a bum leg… Or maybe do not put the boot on, now? I quite like the idea of carrying you everywhere…

You smiled softly at the note as you got up and out of bed. Slipping your boot back on, you slowly made your way to the kitchen. The house was littered with photos of you and Mick. From childhood to what you guessed was more recently, memories scattered throughout your new home were a nice reminder that someone did in fact care for you the way you always longed for. And of course, there were other pictures too. You assumed the pictures of you that you didn’t recognize were more current, and that they were of other drivers. Mick had slowly been reminding you of your career before the crash, but to no avail you couldn’t recollect anyone’s face.

After getting a snack, you moved to the den where there was a cozy couch and big blankets. Taking your boot off, you hopped onto the couch and got comfortable. Mick knew you so well that he knew that you’d be in there most of the day. So much so that he had your favorites already in there, and your two notebooks there as well.

The blue notebook was meant to be for things you maybe suddenly remembered, whether that be a smell, a memory, or really anything. And then the purple notebook was meant to be for recall. Mick filled it out with more pictures and things you have been interested in the past. The mental image of Mick staying up late and working hard at making this notebook (which was more of a scrapbook, but for some reason he bought a notebook and not a scrapbook) for you filled your stomach with butterflies.

Grabbing the TV remote, you found some random show to play in the background while you decided which notebook to go with today. As you were scooting further into the couch, you suddenly felt something poking you in your back. Moving slightly, you reached behind you to find an even tinier notebook like journal stuck in between the cushions. It didn’t look at all familiar to you, the leather bound cover worn and cracked at its spine, yet loved ever so apparent by the filled out pages.

Curiosity got the best of you though, as you gently opened the tiny booklet. Mick’s chicken scratch he calls his handwriting littered the pages in a nonsensical manner. Yet, there was one thing that stood out to you.

Your name.

Your name was written everywhere; sometimes messily and sometimes with the fondness only a lover could have for their partner. He was writing down every little thing about you since you had woken up from your coma. He was jotting down when you’d typically fall asleep and wake up, how much medicine to give you, and what interesting things you might’ve said that day.

Mick Schumacher was making sure he didn’t miss a thing when it came to you and your recovery.

You closed the booklet and put it back where you found it, unable to focus on the TV now. You put your boot back on and wobbled out and into your own bedroom. You sighed at the room, the bed made neatly still. It was a simple bedroom with only a few pictures on a bookshelf. It had a desk and presumably your laptop or one that was on loan for you to use. Even if you were to use it, you wouldn’t even know where to begin. You didn’t know how long you were standing in the doorway either, because the sound of the Mick’s truck pulling into the driveway pulled you out of your own head. As quickly as you could, you hurried over to his room, trying your best to make his bed before he came back into the house. You had totally forgotten to do that and you knew that he was a stickler for it.

“Smidge! I am home, finally!” Mick’s sing-songy voice echoed through the home.

“Welcome back!” You yelled back while you were still trying to tuck in his sheets under the mattress. Making a bed was very difficult with a boot on one of your legs.

Surely, you were huffing and puffing, out of breath and out of shape as you did your best to finish it time. You must’ve been distracted by the uneven corners that your hearing went and died.

“You know, you do not have to make the bed up for me.” Mick cleared his throat, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

Your eyes slowly gazed up and met his amused face as you stood to your feet. With a nervous laugh, you scratched the back of your neck and breathed out.

“I wasn’t doing it for you. I was doing it for me.”

“Ah, yes… Because you are such a big fan of making up the bed?”

You rolled your eyes trying not to show him how much of an effect he had on you. Sighing with defeat, you walked over to him in the doorway and waited for the next thing.

“How was your day, Schätzen?” Mick’s face was pointed downwards at you, his blond hair messier than usual. He looked exhausted.

“It was fine, I didn’t do much. How was your, uh, thingy?” The two of you strode out to the shared living space - Mick offering his arm for more support.

“My thingy was good, but very tiring. I am ready to wind down and relax for the night.” He helped you onto the couch, taking your boot off and propping your leg back on some pillows. “Ich habe dich heute vermisst (I missed you today).”

“Well, you know where to find me these days.” Mick sat beside you trying to gauge your emotions. Even for him, sometimes you were hard to read.

“I know it is difficult being cooped up in here. I am sorry for that, Schätzen.” His tone was honest, his voice slightly hoarse probably from the day he had. All you could do was shrug in response.

Minutes of silence between the two of you wasted away as you stared blankly at the wall in front of you, Mick staring at the ceiling himself.

“Can you tell me a story?” You finally interjected. Mick turned his head towards you and lifted an eyebrow.

“A story? What kind of story?” Turning your head to meet his gaze, your eyes flickered up and down taking in as much detail as you could about his face.

“A story about us, or about that driving thing you said I did. I don’t know, just maybe thought it would help.” The boy’s mouth upturned into a large grin as he straightened his posture in excitement. Licking his lips, he ran a hand through his hair and gave you one last look. You tilted your head to the side in great anticipation.

“When we scored our first podium together, that night after celebrating with everyone… I was having trouble finding you at the end of the evening. You always have a tendency to run off when the crowd gets too overwhelming.” Mick hummed in interim as he fiddled with the hem of his white Mercedes shirt.

“That sounds like me. I’ve always hated big crowds.” You glanced down and noticed him fidgeting. Unconsciously, you grabbed his hand and interlocked it with your own. Giving it a small squeeze, you smiled and gestured for him to continue.

“Well, I guess I started to panic - Maybe it was the alcohol as well, but I was searching and searching for you. I even was tempted to bust into the women’s washroom and look for you.” Mick’s cheeks flushed to a faint pink as he recalled the memory. He truly was going to go insane that evening. “Daniel had to stop me from tearing the building apart that night.”

“And did end up finding me?” Mick brought the hand that was holding yours up to his mouth, placing a chaste kiss to your knuckle. His lips still lingering on the soft skin where your fingers bend, he mumbled into your hand the words you always will want to hear, even if you couldn’t believe them.

“In jedem Leben werde ich dich immer finden (In every lifetime, I will always find you).”

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flashback

The music was blaring and shaking the club where you stood to celebrate your first podium. The crowd was also flying high with excitement because their own Monegasque had secured the first place win in his hometown. It was a thrilling day for everyone and the thrills didn’t stop there, as you were deep into the night continuing to make memories of already great day. But soon, the urge to escape to find some air and to not be swarmed by loads of people filled your lungs. You looked around for the nearest exit and downed your last shot of tequila, before making your way to the exit. You were definitely tipsy. You could feel it in the way you were stepping, but you did your best to make it to the door. Escaping to the alley, the cool night air gave you a sense of calm and serenity you hadn’t felt since you got to the club. All you wanted to do was go back to your hotel room.

This was different from the last time you were Monaco with Mick Schumacher. You were just visiting him while he drove for F2. But this time, you both were winners and you both had reason to celebrate a magnificent race. You were also older, you both were. The relationship between you now was evolving now that you were teammates, too. They was a level of professionalism that had to be evident everywhere the two of you went now. And of course while the two of you are both driver’s for Mercedes and both are trying to score points for your team, it was a bleak reminder every Sunday that you two in fact were racing against each other. That wasn’t to say that at the end of the day you two would hate each other, but now there was more tension in your professional life, that was seemingly seeping into your personal life.

You pulled out your phone and tried to stare at the screen long enough for the letters to stop floating. Maybe the last shot of tequila was a bad idea. Nevertheless, you attempted to call someone to come pick you up and take you back to your hotel. You would’ve called Mick, but if the two of you were seen leaving the club together and then going to your hotel room… That could mean very bad rumors and terrible press to follow. You sighed, weighing your options in your tipsy-probably now drunken stupor.

“What’re y’doin out here by yourself?” Your eyes widened in fear as your fingers hovered over your phone screen. You didn’t want to look up, but you knew exactly whose voice that was.

“I’m…. Uh, just getting some air, that’s all.” Your eyes remained focused on your phone.

“Out here? In the cold?” You knew the was a losing battle, so with that you looked up with your guilt ridden face to meet the confused Australian. “Mick’s absolutely losing his shit looking for you, ya know?”

“I can imagine, but he’s a big boy. He can handle it.” Daniel let out a scoff, followed by roll of his big brown eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t think ‘handling it,’ and ‘you,’ go very well together for Mick.” The two of you were leaned up against a dirty wall, Daniel lending his jacket to you. “He turns into like, a lovesick puppy when it comes to you.”

You only hummed in response. Daniel was definitely thinking that the two of you spend way too much time together. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he swiped to answer the incoming call.

“Yeah, mate. I found her, don’t worry. She’s fine,” You could hear Mick’s voice go from 60-0 in seconds once Daniel relayed the message. “She just wanted some fresh air, so we’re - No, you don’t have to come out here… I promise she’s fine…. Yes. Yes. I know, Schu. Okay, fine.” Daniel handed the phone to you with a deadpan look.

Popping your lips to make small bubbling noises, you finally worked up the courage to speak to Mick.

“Hi, Mickey.”

“Are you crazy? Going outside by yourself? Why did you not come find me? I would love to go outside with you! Outside with you is the best place to be, Schätzen. Not inside by myself. Are you insane?” You could tell he was very intoxicated. He was slurring a bit, but what definitely confirmed it was he was a lot more chatty than usual.

“Mickey, I’m fine. I just wanted some fresh air. It’s okay.”

“It is not okay! You could have gotten killed!”

You could see the Aussie looking down at his feet, trying to hold in a laugh. Mick was never going to beat the lovesick puppy allegations.

“Mick, calm down. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re all fine. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Was auch immer Sie sagen, Liebling (whatever you say, darling).”

You hung up the phone and handed it back to your friend. Sighing again, you glanced up at the night sky. Closing your eyes, you took in the crisp air and exhaled trying to calm your nerves.

“So why aren’t you a couple? You already love each other, disgustingly so.” You didn’t answer the Aussie. “He’ll wait for you forever, ya know. Don’t you think… That’s… Kind of…”

“Kind of what?” You made eye contact with the other driver, his expression mimicking the gears turning in his head as he searched for the right word.

“Cruel? It seems kind cruel that you keep leading him on, like y’do.” Pressing your lips into a tight line, you shook your head.

“I’ve given Mick an out, plenty of times. I’ve told him that we can’t be together, and that we’re better as friends.” You were frustrated with the situation at hand. What others perceived as cruel, you saw as something normal between you and Mick. He always knew how you felt about him, but he always knew how you felt about relationships too.

“But, he’s just so… In love with you. Fuck, if someone was that in love with me, it would be hard for me not to like… Fall for them either.”

“I never said I didn’t love him, or hadn’t fallen in love with Mick.” You quickly corrected him. His eyes brows moved up his face in surprise, the realization settling in as he slowly nodded his head. “We just can’t be together like that.”

“Why not, though? He knows about your dad, and everything. I don’t see how-“

The pair of you were interrupted by someone else yelling your name. You both turned your heads to find a very, very drunk Mick hanging off of his best friend Esteban. Saved by the bell, you gave Daniel his jacket back and walked over to the other drivers.

“For fuck’s sake, you’d think being German he could handle his Jäger.”

“That sounded dirty.” Daniel replied, bursting out laughing as he helped Esteban with Mick. There was already an Uber on the way so as the four of you waited for it, you could hear Mick ranting in German.

Mick was going on and on about the bar service in his native tongue, while Esteban was presumably cursing his friendship in his own native tongue. The mix of languages alongside various alcohols consumed, probably made for a very interesting sight. Daniel didn’t speak German or French, though. He just stood, awkwardly trying to catch what he could of the conversation. Finally, the car service pulled up and the boys loaded your friend into the back. The French and Australian drivers looked back at you with confusion.

“Not it.”

“Not it.”

The two boys in front of you called out simultaneously. You felt like it was your new hobby rolling your eyes at dumb men in front of you. Climbing into the backseat with Mick, you gave the other two shit eating grinning boys a glare that immediately made their smiles fall.

“Did we really think it was going to be anyone else, but me to drag his drunk German ass back to his house? Exactly. Now, go away!” You shooed them playfully as you shut the door.

Mick was humming to himself as he was slumped over against the window. His eyes were shut, but he held a tiny smile on his very pink lips. Sloppily, he reached for you and groaned like a baby when he couldn’t find you. You scooted closer to him in the back of the car, and soon his hand found yours. His big hand was covering yours as the two of you silently rode back to his apartment. Upon reaching the complex, you thanked the driver and exited the vehicle. Mick’s security detail was already there and you were able to hand him off to them. You didn’t want to be seen with him anymore than you already had been. Turning your heel to get back into the vehicle you arrived in, you could hear Mick’s voice calling out for you.

“Smidge! Smidge! Wait… Noooooo, they are going to take me away!!! Nooooo, no thank you!” You were sure in his head he was being a lot more aggressive with his security detail, but to you it just looked like a kitten trying to defend itself against a lion.

Walking back to him, you politely asked the security detail to move away just for a moment. You sat him down on the steps of his apartment building, crouching down to meet his eye level. You so desperately wanted to go inside with him, but knew that even this was going to be too much to handle tomorrow. With a sad smile, you stroked his cheek a few times before standing to your feet. His hand gripped yours when you turned to leave, making it impossible to do so.

“Smidge, please do not leave me tonight.” You could barely him as he whispered.

“I have to. I can’t be seen spending the night at your apartment, Mickey.” He gained groaned very loudly. You tried to shush the inebriated boy. “Mick, I need to go. It’s late, and you need to get some sleep.”

“But-“

Without another word, you released his grip from your fingers and trudged your way over to the car. You hated how it had to be this way, but there was a job to do and before anything else, the two of you were teammates. Teammates who didn’t sleep over at each other’s apartments, and teammates who definitely didn’t love each other. You took one final look back, trying to see if you could break your own heart even further. But as you looked back over your shoulder, you only caught the door of the building closing, and Mick nowhere to be found.

You got into the back of the car and held back your oncoming tears. The driver began to head to your hotel as you pulled out your phone. Your fingers danced nervously over the keys as you debated whether or not you should text him. For better or for worse, you pulled up your guys’ text message thread and began to type.

And if the gods were not cruel enough to you, as you were typing, he sent you a message first… Making it that much more difficult to not fall more in love, and to keep that distance you always held between you. After all, that was the way it was meant to be… It was the way it was supposed to be, anyway.

Mickey 🐭: Text me when you get back to your room so I know that you made it there safely, please. You hold my heart in your hands. I love you, Smidge.

You: I will, Mickey. Get some sleep.

Mickey 🐭: In jedem Leben werde ich dich lieben. Aber in diesem Leben werde ich darauf warten, dass auch du mich liebst (In every lifetime, I will love you. But during this lifetime, I will wait for you to love me too).”

[reviewsdefinitionofsatisfaction]

Taylor has been lying on Joe since You’re Losing Me (Important Thread)

I’ve been confident in this theory since Midnights, but didn’t know how to spread it. Taylor is now blatantly lying about Joe and rewriting history. SHE was the one who didn’t want to get married, and Joe broke up with her over it. She chose fame over marriage, and the evidence is all over her music.

Ever since I heard “Mine” I instinctively knew Taylor was afraid of marriage. It’s the classic child-of-divorce case. “You say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes.” / “Brace myself for the goodbye ‘cause it’s all I’ve ever known.”

Her fear of marriage continues throughout her discography. Don’t let “Lover” and “Paper Rings” fool you—those were false promises to Joe at the start of their relationship. Listen to “champagne problems,” a song she and Joe co-wrote. What couple writes a song about breaking up because the girl is terrified of marriage 4 years into their relationship? Why, one where that’s happening, of course. “Your Midas touch on the Chevy door,” aka how she always references Joe turning things to gold. And don’t forget “Renegade,” a song where in the music video SHE is the one anxiously staring out the window being told to “open the blinds.” (“Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything or do you just not want to?”, the lyric referring to Joe asking for marriage) This was a song written by Taylor from Joe’s perspective at the time. “I tapped on your window on your darkest night” (referring to Rep era) / “Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night.” … “And then you squeeze my hand as I’m about to leave.” (Joe’s POV) / “It’s on your face, don’t walk away, I need to say…” Taylor was the one always blowing up on him and then apologizing, as illustrated in Afterglow, The Great War, and most obviously her post-breakup behavior. Joe was NOT the volatile one of the two (also supported by articles released by her team, stating Joe’s personality was “great for Taylor” because “he is very calm”).

Then, just look at Midnights. The Bejeweled music video (which Taylor wrote and directed) is the clearest thing. A video all about choosing pop-stardom over a ring from a prince? While she and her boyfriend are having marriage disagreements? Hmmm. Interesting. Seriously, just go watch the intro to that video and tell me Taylor was the one fighting to get married behind the scenes.

Midnights lyrics: “He wanted a bride, I was making my own name. Chasing that fame.” (a person who WANTS to get married would NOT be writing this song!!!) “All they keep asking me is if I’m gonna be your bride. The only kind of girl they see is a one night or a wife.” “No deal the 1950s shit they want from me. I just wanna stay in that lavender haze” “I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser.” “I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money. She thinks I left them in the will.” (accompanied by elaborate scene displaying family-related anxieties in music video)

This is someone who is terrified of marriage and being an adult. I believe she launched herself into a fame-hug to avoid confronting her issues with Joe at this late stage in their relationship. After he broke up with her, she realized how deep of a mistake she made during the Eras Tour. Hence, the big lie in “You’re Losing Me” (which was written THEN, in 2023, conveniently dropped during the Matty Healy controversy) and her daring him to “say something” about the lie. (False God lyric: “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this, staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town.” When they fight, he was always the one ignoring her craziness.) And soon after, her peculiar surprise song choices on June 23: “Paper Rings” (“I’d marry you with paper rings”) and “If This Was A Movie” (“If this was a movie, you’d be here by now”).

The initial breakup article by People (Tree Paine’s mouthpiece) even outlines this story. “According to multiple sources, Swift and Alwyn had been ‘talking about marriage as recently as a few months ago.’ But at the end of the day, the couple wasn’t ready for a future together. ‘Taylor didn’t see them working out in the long run,’ says the insider.” This was before she wrote YLM, trying to provoke him, and now she will be driving it further with this new album I’m certain she wrote during 2023, NOT 2 years ago like she and Jack are trying to push. Her having Jack drop YLM’s “2021 date,” and then liking that tweet implying Sweet Nothing was not about Joe (when it was clearly about Joe)… she’s rewriting the narrative. You can’t trust a word she says.

[not-sewell]

tag game: latest fanfics

rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics, then attempt to tag 10 people!

thank you @serenpedac for the tag, friend <3 (though this is, like, 60% of all my posts, lol)

tagging (no pressure!): @ava-du-mortain, @lalizah, @galpalaven, @dumortains, @magebastard, @agentfreckles, @wayhavenots, @itsmistyeyedbi, @sustainably-du-mortain, @amlovelies

here goes!

Zabaan-e-Yaar [The Beloved's Tongue] Summer in Wayhaven has not been particularly sweltering yet, but it seems to have announced its arrival. A quiet, rare summery afternoon finds Nate and Mona seated leisurely in the Warehouse library. Rare, indeed.

How Sweet It Is Mona couldn’t believe she could get so lucky. A wonderful morning: it was cold, but the gentle heat from the sun would keep the chill from biting at you. Mona stirred awake, the sun rays sneaking through the gap between the curtains having done their job; not the blaring alarm, for once – a welcome change.

At Last The dull mid-morning of the last working day of the week. Which means one would most likely find Detective Mona Batra lost amidst stacks of paperwork steadily on their way to finding their places (again) in definitively labelled categories – the logic behind which, only she seems to understand. “So they’re more organised,” she always argues. No one seems to know what she means by that – given how she laboriously files paperwork any given day – but she guesses they prefer to just stay out of her way. Good.

Belonging Farah is certainly…keen on attending the Pride celebration in the big city today. Morgan's not sure Farah's slept a wink since Tina mentioned it over a week ago. It's not like she needs the sleep but Morgan cannot help but give her a look of concern every so often.

Starlight, Candlelight This was a good idea. Yes. The best spot. The forest may generally be at one of its darkest but not here. The starlit sky brightened the surroundings around the clearing enough for them to track movements of the Trappers and yet, the spot they were at was darkened enough by the shade of the trees for them to stay hidden. This was a great idea.

The Start of Something New Being around Nate has always come with the feeling of being tugged at – in mere glances. Tug. In deep gazes. Tug. In bright smiles. Tug. In concerned frowns. Tug. In light chuckles. Tug. In deep laughter. Tug. In light, passing touches. Tug. In purposeful ones. Tug. A gentle tug. A firm tug. An insistent tug. A tug she tries to resist, barely a clue why.

Don't You Forget About Me It is the peeking bright sunlight that rouses Rebecca from sleep instead of the alarm today. A small smile creeps on her face. This is nice. This is welcome. Except, it is the bright sunlight that has awoken Rebecca and not an alarm clock. Shit.

Sometimes I Don't Mind Look, Mason doesn’t do pets – small dogs, even more so. He doesn’t hate them, of course not. It’s just that they tend to be loud and needy and needlessly excitable, and just generally all up in his personal space. Cujo was exactly that dog. And boy, was the dog determined.

Of Love and Leaps of Faith Lying in bed in the lull of late nights, tangled in each other’s warm embrace – a common feature at home. They don’t talk; they simply lie there, listening in on the sound of the other’s breathing, feeling the other’s heart beating in their chest, feeling the rumble of a contented hum every once in a while. Their little world.

Isn't She Lovely? Adam had never thought falling in love all over again was even possible for him. Not after– And yet, the swell of affection he feels kind of echoes what he had felt then. What he continues to feel.

[lucien0501]

LETTERS (Wolfstar Oneshot)

Summary: Letters from Sirius Black to Remus Lupin from Azkaban. He isn’t allowed to send the letters so they’re only one sided, which definitely makes it sad. There are a few mentions of fun past Marauders moments/pranks!:) Harry Potter Marauders Fandom

Note: I do not support the views of the author (I am a trans person so....no🤬) but I love these very gay characters so much that I had to write about them!

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Hints of mental instability, losing memories because of dementors, definite angst, mentions of Lily and James’ death, brief mentions of sex, swearing, Sirius’ hate for Peter Pettigrew, death threats towards Peter Pettigrew, and overall kind tragic because Sirius is stuck in Azkaban.  Let me know if I missed any!!

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Moons

I'm not sure why I'm writing to you--we're not allowed to send or receive post from Azkaban, but you know that already. You always seem to know everything, you're smart as hell.

I'm not going to waste parchment explaining everything, I already spend too much time rehearsing what I'm going to say. Lily and James, Remus. I still can't make myself believe it, I'm not sure I want to.

I want to ask you not to forget about me, not to believe I'm a traitor. No, that's a lie. I want to ask you to wait for me. I'll come back to you one day, I promise. It’s selfish of me, to hope you won't move on. But I've always been a selfish bastard, you know that too.

I can't remember your eyes, Remus. Or your laugh. I try, every day to conjure you up from my memories, but the Dementors are slowly sucking you from my mind, one day at a time. I'm terrified of losing you--our years at Hogwarts, for good. I'm scared that one day I won't remember what you taste like, your oversized jumpers, the sounds you make when you come. I love you, Remus, and the Dementors prey on love, it's a feast to them.

But they can't take away my hate, my need for revenge. I fucking hate him, I hate him I hate himIhatehimIhate--

Pads

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Moony

Do you remember the time we shagged on the big couch in the common room and James found out? He was so disgusted he didn't sit there till Christmas.

Do you remember the time that we all got drunk and played Seven Minutes In Heaven and I charmed the spinner so I'd get you? That was our first kiss. I remember.

Then there was that time that we slipped Snivellus a potion that turned his hair pink for a week. We thought it was the most brilliant thing we'd ever done. Did he retaliate? I'm not sure anymore.

Remember when we snuck out to Hogsmeade through the secret passage and almost ran into Professor McGonagall? Did we get caught? I don't remember.

I'm trying to remember. I have to remember

Padfoot

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Rem

Half my bloody family is in here, you know. It makes for a wonderful reunion, lots of cursing and threats of murder-- just like old times! 

I wonder if my parents are proud of me now, after what they think I did. After what everyone thinks I did.

I'm sorry. I'm so damned sorry for all of it, for the way I must have hurt you. I wish I could actually send these letters and wish I could talk to you again. Just for a few minutes.

There are so many things I should have done differently. So many things.

Sirius

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Remus

I wonder where you are, now? What you're doing? 

It's been five years now, for all I know you could be dead or married or finally realized you're better off without me. I wouldn't blame you for the last one. 

That thought haunts me every day, that I'll get out of here and I'll find you and you'll say that you've moved on and none of it matters now.

Cause I will find you. I'm getting out of here, one day.

Sirius

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This will be my last letter, I'm almost out of parchment and there's no way in hell they'll bring me more. Maybe I'll write on the walls to keep myself from going mad. 

I'm so sorry for everything that I did. For everything that I failed to do. I never told you enough how much I loved you and now it's too late.

I'm going to get out of here, I promise. I have to. 

I'm going to kill him, fucking rip him apart with my bare hands, damn my wand. 

And then I'm going to find you. And everything is going to be alright because then I'll be in your arms. 

[cosmicanamnesis]

little self-indulgent fic that I'm posting without proofreading, enjoy

steddie, modern AU, idiots to lovers | read on ao3

"It's not a big deal!"

Eddie's crush on Steve was a secret both short-lived and ill-kept. His first mistake was telling the band. Well, no, his first mistake was forgetting that Gareth and Will were dating and that Gareth had the physical inability to keep his fucking mouth shut. But Eddie telling his closest, most trusted friends about the guy he liked was definitely Up There on the list of mistakes.

Which was how Eddie found himself mildly hungover drinking black coffee in his living room while Dustin paced up and down the length of the trailer, berating him for not confessing his doomed love to his alleged "favorite child" sooner.

"HOW is it not a big deal, Eddie?" Dustin said, just a few notches too loud for Eddie's looming headache.

"Because it's not! He doesn't like me! He's never gonna like me! I'm an adult, dude, I have critical thinking skills. I know how to pick my battles."

"It's not- Eddie," Dustin suddenly went stone faced. "It's not about your chances with him. You're moving in with him. He deserves to know."

Oh yeah. There was that. Robin was starting college and there was no way she wasn't taking her Emotional Support Pretty Boy with her. The only place they could find was a 2-bed just slightly out of their budget, and had asked Eddie if he wanted to join them, finally striking out on their own in the city. The agreement was that Steve and Robin would share the bigger bedroom, and Eddie would get the smaller room to himself. Their move-in date was less than a week out when Eddie made his inebriated love confession at his quote-unquote Going-Away-Party.

"It's not about what he deserves, man!" Eddie said, sinking back into the couch. He rubbed his eyes hard to try and relieve some of the pressure building in his head and sighed. "If I don't say anything to him, nothing changes. If I tell him, everything changes!"

"Oh, please. Steve's an adult too, dude, if we tell him you like him but you're well aware that he doesn't like you, he won't make it weird!"

"Wait wait wait, hold up. Rewind. We? Who is we?"

"You and me!" The boys stared at each other in bewilderment for a moment. "Oh come on, Eddie, we both know that if I don't sit here and watch you do it, you're just gonna lie and say you told him when you actually just hid under a blanket listening to Metallica and wishing you had the balls to-"

"OKAY!" Eddie yelled, loud enough for the very shock of his volume to trigger his headache in full force. "Jesus H., kid, you don't need to call me out like that. Fuck. Fine. I'll do it right now, how about that?"

Eddie pulled his phone out and Dustin dropped down hard on the couch next to him, arms already crossed, smug satisfaction already settled on his face.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Dustin scoffed. "Here's what you should say-"

Eddie held up a hand to cut him off. "I'm not listening to you anymore. You had one long distance girlfriend ONCE, you're not some kind of Cassanova here… oh, son of a bitch."

"Son of a bitch what?" Dustin asked, scooting closer to read over Eddie's shoulder.

"I can't do this right now… The last thing I sent him was asking his opinion on the D&D movie and he hasn't responded yet."

"What the absolute fuck does that have to do with any of this?"

"Well I can't be like hey what's your opinion on this movie you know I love because I'm the one who told you to watch it, also I'm in love with you but it's no big deal. Like, what the fuck is that?"

"Oh… Yeah, you have a point." Dustin shifted back away from Eddie, covering his mouth with one hand in concentration.

"I mean… It can wait-"

"It can, but it shouldn't, dude! Shit… I mean, I could tell him, if you want."

Dustin had expected an outright "no" and was shocked when Eddie paused, apparently seriously considering the option.

"Actually… Yeah, could you?"

"Sure, but I'm not letting you see what I say until after I send it."

"You drive a hard bargain…" Eddie said, drumming his fingers on his knee. "Fine. Go for it."

Eddie stood and grabbed his coffee off the table, wandering slowly towards the kitchen, both to find some ibuprofen and to quell his temptation to watch Dustin quickly type a message to Steve.

"Okay. Sent. Now you can look," Dustin announced, beckoning Eddie back over as he downed the medicine. Eddie felt like he'd never moved so fast in his life. The message read,

Eddie wants you to know, before you move in together, he has a crush on you. he won't make it weird if you dont

As Eddie read, the three dots that meant Steve was typing popped up. Suddenly Eddie regretted ever agreeing to this, and pushed Dustin's hand and phone away so he wouldn't have to see Steve's rejection first-hand.

"He responded… Do you wanna know what he said?" Dustin said. Eddie was leaning hard against the armrest of the couch, staring into nothing, imagination running wild.

"Yeah, hit me," he said.

"Oh, alright. Thank you for telling me," Dustin read. "I don't feel the same way about him. I assume you talked to him about telling me."

"So he gets back to you right away but he won't tell me- oh. Never mind. He just responded to my text." Eddie was doing his best to not feel completely devastated by Steve's frankly predictable response to Dustin's text.

"So… What did he think of the movie?"

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"Uh… Rob?"

"Yeah?"

"Um… Come here and… Just read this."

Steve and Robin were taking a break from packing up Steve's childhood bedroom in preparation for the move when Dustin's text came through. She quickly chugged the last of her soda and came around to Steve's side to see what he was seeing.

"Oh," she said, not bothering to conceal her surprise. "I mean… We knew this was a possibility."

"Yeah, I guess, but… What do I say? I don't like him like that."

"Then say you don't like him like that, dingus. He's probably breathing down Dustin's neck right now waiting to see what you say."

"Yeah, you're probably right…" Steve said. He typed and backspaced and typed something else until Robin got sick of watching and grabbed the phone out of his hand to answer Dustin's text for him.

"Just trust me!" Robin said, actively walking away from Steve as he sputtered indignances, chasing after her halfheartedly. As soon as she sent the text, she turned and shoved the phone roughly back to Steve's chest.

"Oh… Yeah, okay, that makes more sense than anything I was trying to say…" Steve conceded, reading the text Robin sent on his behalf.

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Steve, Robin, and Eddie saw each other next when they were loading up the U-Haul. No one said anything, and Steve tried as hard as he could to act like nothing was different. It put Eddie's mind at ease while simultaneously driving Robin nuts.

Since Dustin sent the secondhand confession, the only thing Steve had on his mind was Eddie, and how he definitely didn't reciprocate Eddie's feelings, how he was definitely bisexual but Eddie… Eddie wasn't his type. He was pretty, sure, but he was so… Himself. He was loud and unapologetic and into things Steve had never even heard of. They had nothing in common besides their love for the kids.

But Robin saw it coming a mile away.

"It" finally came to fruition a month after they had all moved in together.

It turned out, Steve and Eddie were practically the same person. Same sense of humor, same taste in TV, they even took their coffee the same way. They really only differed in their music tastes, fashion, and theater snack preferences. 

Robin got the text in the middle of her French class.

shmuck: i think i have a crush on eddie

bobbin: FINALLY. please just kiss him and put me out of my misery

Steve came out of the kitchen, bag of chips in hand, to see Eddie just as he'd left him: cross-legged on the couch, demolishing a bag of Sour Patch Kids to the tune of the Criminal Minds theme music. He tucked his phone into his back pocket and rejoined his maybe-crush to watch trash TV until Robin came home.

He didn't know why he was so nervous. He knew Eddie liked him. There wasn't a chase here, he didn't have to flirt or try to win Eddie over… He just had to say yes and Eddie was his. It was different from any other relationship he'd ever been in. Maybe that was why it was so scary. Because it was new.

They watched the episode and bantered back and forth about it, same as always. But before the next episode could start, Steve hit pause.

"Bathroom break?" Eddie asked, hugging a throw pillow to his chest.

"No, uh…" Steve started, unable to even look Eddie in the face. "No… Can I… Can I kiss you?"

Eddie didn't answer right away, which finally inspired Steve to really look at him. His expression was completely unreadable.

"Uh… Yeah, I mean. Yes, absolutely. Um. But what happened to you don't like me like that?" It was such an Eddie response, Steve could almost laugh.

"I, um… I guess I spoke too soon," Steve laughed, trying to be cool and suave and everything else people thought he was in high school. Eddie brought the pillow up to hide his expression.

"Really?" he asked, muffled behind the pillow so that Steve almost couldn't hear him.

"Yeah, really. Just… Since you told me-"

"Dustin told you," Eddie corrected.

"Whatever… I dunno, I guess it put the idea in my head and now… I haven't been able to stop thinking about it… About you- what?"

Eddie was giggling quietly behind the throw pillow, gently rocking himself back and forth as Steve talked. 

"Nothing," Eddie mumbled into the pillow. "Go on."

"You're such a pain in the ass, y'know that?" Steve laughed again. "Can I kiss you or not?"

Eddie slowly moved the pillow away from his face to set it aside, revealing himself to be smiling like an idiot as he turned slightly to face Steve better.

"You understand I've been uselessly pining after you for like, two months now, right? Please kiss me, oh my god."

—

Dustin's phone lit up with a Snapchat notification; a message from Eddie to the D&D group chat. He expected a meme, or for Eddie to ask Jeff for a ride somewhere because his van broke down again.

Instead, it was a picture of Eddie looking smug, leaning against Steve's chest. Steve, apparently unaware he was having his picture taken, had his fingers tangled up in Eddie's curls. The text overlay simply read "hey guys guess what."

The first reply came from Gareth, a picture of him leaning against Will in the exact same position as Eddie was with Steve. "Gross," it said.

Dustin rolled his eyes. Eddie was about to get so much more insufferable.

[heavensenthale]

This post is part of Fannish 50 in 2025 series on DW (Masterlist here).

Did February lasted 2 and a half days or what? It feels like yesterday I was typing my January Fanfics of the Month post (link here) and here we are again. I'm not gonna lie to you, it feels like I've read less fanfic this month because The Golden Raven came out and as such I spent time reading the book... but I'd be lying if I said that it took me ages to read (thoughts about TGR in a later post to come) and after I sat with my thoughts for a while the first thing I did was look for jerejean fanfic, so we have some interesting things lined up this month.

As a reminder, you're welcome to join me on your own blog by making a post and tagging it 'fanfic of the month 2025' or reply with your fanfic of the month on this (and any upcoming) posts. Sometimes I read fandom blind if the premise looks interesting to me or if something comes highly recommended, so don't be discouraged if it's not from a fandom we share.

Without further ado, here are my February Fanfics of the Month (in no particular order).

This got a little long, so it's going under the cut. Fandoms featured this month:

Teen Wolf

Arcane

All For The Game

The beast you've made of me by MemeKon

Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 6.5k words

From my bookmark on this fic: This was completely and absolutely amazing, I wish I could eat these words

I've been really into feral werewolves lately and this one? This one delivers guys. Highly recommended for monsterfuckers of all kinds, but specially those who love a good feral werewolf who just has to get his way no matter what.

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Event Horizon by all-or-nothing-baby (BundleOfSoy) | @teencopandthesourwolf

Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 2k words

Who doesn't love a good spiral about a character, am I right? Now add in a good helping of space metaphors and you have distilled this fic to its raw essence.

This is the kind of fic you gotta read twice to enjoy to its maximum potential because the first time you will be left squeeing and making inhuman sounds and maybe biting. Or maybe that was just me. Highly recommended for anyone who loves Derek Hale and would love to see inside that mess of a head of his.

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Summer Daze by sinna_bon

Teen Wolf | Stiles/Derek | 3.3k words

From my bookmarks: Stiles gets his shit rocked (not clickbait)(real)

Sorry for being really into rough sex, knotting and feral Derek in general, but it's literally so delicious it makes me wanna scream. We should have more fics like this one so I can read them and go bite something. Highly recommended if you enjoy feral!Derek but you want something quick.

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If You See Us On The Floor (You'll Be Watching All Night) by asexual-fandom-queen (writeordietrying)

Teen Wolf | Derek/Lydia/Stiles | 4.4k words

From my bookmarks: The story of the excellent, very good sterydia smut.

Also, this fic starts with the most heartwrenching line ever and it makes me go BARKBARKBARK. Sometimes we forget Derek Hale is so much angst concentrated in only one werewolf. It's incredible. I don't think I've read a sterydia fic that made me so feral in a while. Highly recommended if you too have a galaxy brain that sees sterydia as the power throuple to end them all. Believe me, those are the vibes.

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Promises to Keep by CypressSunn

Arcane | Jayce/Mel/Viktor | 6.8k words

S2 FIX IT LET'S GOOOO!!!!

What else can I say? This is the kind of fic that you read in tears after a finale has destroyed you and it makes you feel better because it picked up all the pieces of your heart and fixed whatever could be fixed so gently that you're surprised you could feel gentle things again. Also magic! Coming back from the dead (or nothing considering you vanished into nothing)! Difficulty coming to terms with what you've done!!! Delicious! Highly recommended to everyone who watched S2 and thought to themselves "Mel deserves better".

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If you could see him through my eyes by Alikandre

Arcane | Jayce/Mel/Viktor | 1k words

From my comment on this work: I CANT BELIEVE THIS I'M PUTTING THIS STORY IN MY MOUTH AND CHEWING ON IT FOR HOURS UNTIL IT STARTS TO DISSOLVE INSIDE OF ME 🤩🤩🤩

I may be a little biased because this was a gift I received for CandyHearts, but I swear I'm being honest when I tell you this fic made me feel all warm and tingly and wish I could be a fly on the wall for this scene for hours. Highly recommended for anyone looking for a soft read to calm you down.

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someone has been adding soil to my garden. the plot thickens. by iphigenias

All For The Game | Neil/Andrew | 2.2k words

From my bookmark: The way I screamed fr, they give me life!!!!

I don't wanna spoil the a Very Very Good Moment at the end of the fic by telling you about it, but when I say Andrew and Neil are the worst and the best that has ever happened to me it's for real. This fic managed to give me all the feelings in only 2k words and every second reading it was fucking amazing. There's banter, there's plants, there's Andrew saying more with actions than words. Highly recommended to all Andreil fans, believe me, you need it.

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to prove that nothing's out to get you by sagely_enchanted

All For The Game | Jeremy/Jean | 6.8k words

From my comment on this fic: The way you capture their voices is driving me insane. Who are you and how did you eat two characters from a book to get them so right??? Seriously, mind blowing 🔥

You know when an author gets a character voice so right that you believe absolutely everything they say? Yeah this fic got me forgetting that I was not reading the source material. It was uncanny. By the way, Jeremy's lips are warm when they kiss. If you even care.

Highly recommended to anyone who needs something soft set pre-TGR.

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Catch Me by HereBeChickens

All For The Game | Kevin/Jeremy/Jean | 5k words

From my bookmark: Kevin being a complete idiot about his feelings is my kink. We love to see a queen humbled.

I just think Kevin Day angst is neat, y'know? It's nice when we get to see a more human side to him and it's also great to see him be a fucking idiot. We love the range. Highly recommended to any Kerejean fan. Believe me, this fic is sooo worth it.

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forget what happened, let's see what happens next by @avalonjoan

All For The Game | Kevin/Jeremy/Jean | 10k words

The wonderful avalonjoan has made it to this month's list with not one or two, but THREE fics because they have successfully pspspsed me into the rabbit hole of AFTG fics this month. This kerejean fic is not only chicken soup for the soul, but it scratched the itch for kerejean fics that I've had since I finished reading TSC.

Highly recommended for anyone who's still feeling a TSC hangover and it's not ready to deal with Kevin in TGR yet. Or maybe even after you've dealt with Kevin in TGR because you need a pick me up. Either way, totally worth a read.

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maybe someday by @avalonjoan

All For The Game | Jeremy/Jean | 8k words

From my comment on this fic: Can I tell you loud I fucking squealed when Jeremy said "maybe someday"??? Fully animal, for real. Then the buildup to that kiss jesus fucking christ, avalonjoan sickfic god extraordinaire... I might never recover. I might honest to god never recover from this 😭

I don't think I can say anything else without dissolving into tears because this fic changed me as a person. I swear I was normal until I read the words 'maybe someday'. I'm telling you it's gonna do something to you. Highly recommended for EVERYONE. Idc if you haven't read AFTG or TSC specifically, I need you to read this and squeal with me.

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champagne problems by perchancetosleep

All For The Game | Kevin/Jean, Jeremy/Jean | 26k words

From my comment on this fic: It was an excellent exploration of Jean and Kevin and Jeremy I'm going to simply pass away…

Guys this fic is so good, but the pain is immense. I swear to God this hurts for real. If angst is not your cup of tea, then please let this one go. If you love Kevin Day, maybe let this one pass you by as well (unless you wanna see him suffer in which case, I can't stop you). If you, like me, are obsessed with Jean Moreau, this will make you want to kill Kevin at least 3 times. It's so good though. It was thelast fic I read this month and wow, it really gave me feels. Highly recommended for people who love angst. I feel obligated to repeat that angst is a very important part of this.

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which could mean nothing by @avalonjoan

All For The Game | Kevin/Jeremy | 3.5k words

From my comment on this fic: I'm sorry but the whole "which could mean nothing" thing has been forever changed by this fic for reallll ‼️‼️‼️

So this was my absolute favorite fic I read this month. Like completely absolutely life changing. I will never hear the phrase "which could mean nothing" without thinking about these two men. This fic has everything: boys holding hands, sharing clothes, confessions made in the dark, believable chatfic, and the MOST AMAZING Exy article ever written for real.

Highly recommended for EVERYONE. I'm not joking. Read this fic and have a good time. You will not regret it.

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That’s it for our Fanfic of the Month post. Let me know what you think of these fics, if you’ll be following along in your own blog, or what’s your fanfic(s) of the month. The fanfiction community needs you! Spread the love for those fics that make you feel a little insane. See you next month :)

[purpleartrowboat]

a while ago i saw a really bad take on Pinterest and it has tormented me ever since so i must make a post on it

the word vomit underneath this is pretty long and a taaad bit organized youve been warned

what was this take about, you ask? well, it was about Serial designation V, and was one of those "fanon VS canon" things. in this post, they claimed that fanon is "uwu shy" which. sometimes, and yeah, thats not true to V's character. HOWEVER the canon they claim was just. "haha murder inlove killing" which is ALSO untrue. these are both UNTRUE and i will not stand for this slander and oversimplification of my blorbo so here is why simplifying her to one of these characterizations is bad 👎

YES she is shown to be a very ruthless killer in the show. however. this IS NOT HER ENTIRE CHARACTER. boiling her down to some kind of heartless ruthless killer ignores a lot of her story, including the fact that while she was obviously very different in the past, her manor/worker drone version is still very much her- her personality and body may have changed, but she still went through what she did at the manor, and your past still effects you no matter how much you change or even if you dont fully remember it. also. it is especially weird to characterize her as a heartless killer considering in the prom episode, while she came in with the intent to kill a lotta drones. she didnt, only shooting doll [ and she was fiiiiiine. mild headache. ]

also! while most of her past personality changes from being shy like she was in the manor, its still not accurate to say its not any part of her character at any point.

ALSO i hate characterizing V as not caring about anyone but herself because ITS SO UNTRUE. she clearly cares about N, and its shown so many times in the show. like... definitely cares about him in the manor, but even in current times- when she fights with him in the camp episode, she says that if they do their jobs "that thing" [ cyn ] leaves them alone, and earlier when she asks him [ and "that purple thing." lol ] to stop prying into stuff- its obviously not to protect Cyn, its because she doesnt want N to get hurt- also, she clearly cares for Lizzy and Uzi which really shows in the camp episode, Like, she saves lizzy and yeah, she claims its just to kill uzi... she has no reason to continue hanging out with lizzy and clearly enjoys her company, not to mention she doesn't even end up killing uzi.

ALSO in the camp episode we see how she looks back at N and Uzi before claiming she was the one who killed the campers, which like. if you believe her to be heartless or only focused on murder there is NO REASON to do that.

ALSO she does possibly threaten uzi in the camp episode but theres also a lot of theory that was Cyn which is. entirely possible but even if it was her it seems like it could be a way to protect her in some weird way- same way she seems to think keeping N from prying into stuff and doing his job will keep him safe from Cyn. i could go on and on about why she clearly does care a lot about others but

does this look like the actions of someone whos only cares are murder and killing. She obviously does make a lot of snarky/rude remarks and acts as if she doesn't care about others but something i think a lot of people forget is .. sometimes characters lie or conceal their true feelings. like, we definitely see that she doesn't really mean those snarky comments in moments like her taking the blame for the camp situation, her changing her mind about killing everybody at prom, her helping the unconscious uzi by carrying her. also i want to specify examples from ep.8 cause i feel like it has a lot- seeing how scared she looked when cyn was moments was away from eating N's core, when she was in the hallway with Cyn, and honestly the whole episode - she rejected J trying to bring her to Cyn's side, helped them in the whole fight, followed N to make sure Uzi was okay- and in the end, when she smiles at N's drawing and honestly all the after credits scenes where shes just. hanging out with them

UM anyways moral of the story: V is a character who cannot be flattened to just shy or to just murder crazy. she is a very ruthless killer, but also cares a lot about people shes close too, and wants to protect them, even if the ways she tries to protect them arent the best- and she definitely acts very snarky and acts as if she doesn't care about them, but her actions speak loud enough to show that she does care.

okay thank u for reading my word vomjt

V is so awesome

[acidheaddd]

Song tag - Couples Edition! Rules: Simply pick one of your OC couples and choose the song that best represents their relationship. Then post the song on your Simblr with a screenshot of your couple. Post the lyrics too if you want, it's up to you! Send this ask to some of your mutuals who also have OCs, or tag them in your post! No obligation, just have fun if you decide to do it! (WOO :D)

There's a couple really apt songs for Ian and Clover! Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol is one I've picked and Julie's picked out Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish. I feel like Chasing Cars is more from Ian's POV while Birds of a Feather is more from Clover's. But really, they're pretty interchangeable too!

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's burstin' into life

Considering Chasing Cars is all about being completely infatuated with someone... That's definitely how Ian feels about Clover, even years into their relationship. He's someone that's almost always been the dumpee, never the dumper. He's been dumped for being too clingy -- too "annoying". Too much, but never enough in other areas. Clover came around in a time where he wasn't really looking anymore to be with anyone. But his ex boyfriend Christian brought her around, introducing her as his new flavour of the month kind of thing... And Ian was immediately smitten. Maybe not consciously, but their chemistry was undeniable. He made her laugh and he loved making her laugh. He appreciated all the things Christian seemed to overlook or even dislike about her.

And when Christian inevitably dumped her because he was "bored", Ian was there to console her. I don't think he planned to ever sleep with her, even at that point -- but it happened. And from then on, he decided she was all he ever wanted. He didn't care about her baggage. Didn't mind giving up his privacy to offer her a safe place to live, away from her mom. He was and still is totally infatuated with her. To the point where he is more than happy to just lay in bed with her, doing absolutely nothing... Forgetting the world.

I want you to see, hm How you look to me, hm You wouldn't believe if I told ya You would keep the compliments I throw ya But you're so full of shit, uh Tell me it's a bit, oh Say you don't see it, your mind's polluted Say you wanna quit, don't be stupid

As for Birds of a Feather... this bit I feel like is perfect coming from both of them. Both of them have self-esteem issues... Ian's just more... not private, necessarily, but. He copes with humour and will self-deprecate himself into oblivion under the guise of jokes. Most people just accept these instances as jokes, but by this point, Clover sees through it. She knows him well enough now to know how he works and when he's trying hard to mask whatever it is he's actually feeling.

Clover is the same, to an extent. But she's more volatile with her emotions. And will sometimes say some really out of pocket shit about herself that makes Ian immediately, "stfu" and try to build her up. They both see the best in each other, but can't see the best in themselves. Both have been torn down in their childhood -- whether that was by parents or other kids. But they're trying their best to help each other see they're not both completely hideous, unworthy fuckups.