#The fact they managed to score this is INSANE!!

[clover-the-awesomest]

Oh... Wow. That is actually amazing...

The first simulated image of a black hole was calculated with an IBM 7040 computer using 1960 punch cards and hand-plotted by French astrophysicist Jean-Pierre Luminet in 1978.

[foxt-rotic]

they did also play glitter and crimson at brighton music hall <3 nobody had any flags unfortunately

however, throwback to ssf worcester 2021 with gay scarf gaskarth (my flag !!!)

[rin-may-1103]

College Rivalry with the Genius Toddler in the First Row.

My take on this prompt Requested by @purplereaderfans

Danny looked up from his paper, a bright green crayon clutched in his small hand. Jazz patted his head with a quick smile, pushing her chair in so she could start making her way to the teacher, something about the wrong definition if Danny had heard what she'd been muttering correctly.

grumbling, Danny shook his head in an attempt to fix his hair. he hated how everyone was treating him like a child, he was sixteen, almost seventeen for Ancient's sake!

sure, he looked like he was three, but was this really necessary? head pats, baby talk, dumbed-down explanations; it's like they don't notice that he's still mentally a teenager. Like, seriously?

Mom and Dad had been the ones who created the damn device, they should know how to fix this, but did they? no, because; "Aww, Jack, look at him! Isn't our baby boy just the cutest!" and "Why yes, dear, we should get more pictures! It's not like every day a parent gets to witness their kid's toddler years again!"

danny hated it, even Vlad was treating him like a baby! Danny never wanted to hear the man try and speak to him like that again. it might actually be his new nightmare fuel, you know if he wasn't still using what happened with Dan and Pariah to fuel his consistent nightmares, that is.

Danny was ready to start blasting people's knees the next time someone so much as even hinted at dressing him up again. thankfully, for everyone's safety, Jazz noticed he was still mentally normal. She volunteered to take care of him while their parents worked on a way to reverse what their new ghost machine caused. (though he doubted it would be anytime soon, considering the GIW was acting up again.)

which, by the way, apparently wasn't supposed to have de-aged him, but in fact, just you know, 'barrow' his naturally made ectoplasm and knock him out for a few minutes. Ancients, his parents were insane.

he should have known they were going to do something stupid, but no; he had started slacking after revealing his phantom form and getting accepted by them. Because, again, why would he need to keep an eye on them and what they make when they promised to never try and hurt him and his normal rogues again?

they're adults, they should know how to handle themselves. but no.

oh, ho ho, was that such a big oversight on his part. they were Fenton's, of course, he should have kept an eye on them.

no longer making ecto weapons, his parents wanted to learn how to help peacefully capture raging ghosts and how to help heal the injured ones (mostly how to help Danny when he gets hurt). Noble, right?

right?

Wrong. somehow, they managed to create a de-aging device when they were trying to come up with a way to knock out an angry ghost without hurting them. How? Just how?? and what do they do without even testing to see if it would even work? use it on him. because, oh, danny's half ghost, and it's only supposed to make him tired right now, not knock him out. it should be fine.

and now he's a toddler.

a three-year-old toddler.

"psst!" someone hissed, dragging danny's attention away from his crumbled crayon. blinking, Danny dropped the crayon on the table and grumbled. this was the seventh crayon this morning, he really needed to get his strength under control before someone noticed.

"psst, hey kid!" they hissed again, making Danny sigh. turning his head, Danny glared at the weird dude who kept trying to talk to him. The dude usually talked to him like he was an adult, which Danny appreciated, if it wasn't for the fact the dude was hellbent on figuring out danny's secrets.

all because Danny scored more than him on a dumb test.

"What?" Danny grumbled, wiping the crayon crumbs off his hands and onto his pants. the dude, Danny thinks his name is Tam or something, frowned at Danny, watching him wipe the last of the obliterated crayon away.

"aliens," he hisses, leaning forward so he could stare more intently into Danny's eyes. "that has to be it, you and your sister are aliens. probably from some planet that's more advanced than ours."

danny blinked, studied the dude for a second, and blinked again.

"no," turning back, Danny grabbed another crayon and started filling out the worksheet in front of him, making sure to use as little of his super strength as possible.

the dude groaned and slammed his head onto his desk, the sound echoing out and around the silent room like a gunshot. Jazz snorted, pulling out her chair and sitting down. "that one has got to be one of the worst theories yet," she chuckled, turning her body to face the dude.

"you seriously can't believe my brother and I are aliens just because we got higher test scores, Tim." Jazz explained, casually leaning sideways in her seat so she could see him.

the dude, Tim, just groaned, slamming his head back into the desk, his voice muffled, "I wouldn't have a problem with it if it was just you," Tim lifted his head, glaring at him as Danny continued to carefully fill out his worksheet. "I can accept the fact that I'm not the smartest person in the room, I don't like it, but I can do it. I even respect it, having this much knowledge takes a lot of work and dedication, but him?"

"He's three, Jazz. he should be just starting to figure out the names of colors, and noticing differences between things. not astrophysics-level math questions from an April Fools gag test that our Psychology teacher jokingly gave us." Tim's eyes somehow got even narrower as he continued his rant. Danny valiantly tried to keep himself from laughing; Jazz said it was rude to laugh at people, especially if they weren't mentally all there, so he couldn't laugh.

but by the ancients was Tim making it hard.

with a fianl dash, danny smiled triumphantly. Setting the crayon down, he gave the paper a quick once over before deciding he was finally done filling it out.

now, for the moment he was waiting for; turning in his seat, Danny excitedly held up his paper, "Look jazz! I did it!" he had finally managed to complete the paper without ripping the page! and he'd only broken seven crayons! it was progress! there was hope! but Tim didn't need to know that, no, he needed to think Danny was excited about completing the paper.

Jazz, who was just as much of a gremlin as Danny, smiled as she patted his head, "Good job Danny! I'm so proud of you! why don't you go turn it in, I'm sure Mr. Kronmatil would love to see it."

smiling, Danny turned, climbed out of his seat, and started to make his way over to the teacher.

Tim grumbled in annoyance, his crazed theories and curses filling Danny's ears like the sweet sweet sound of music. if there was one good thing that came out of this whole fiasco, it was that Danny was able to work on his studies and cause as much chaos as possible while doing so.

being treated like a baby was all worth it when Danny turned and spotted the same confused and crazed look Tim had been giving him all week. yes, being de-aged wasn't fun, and he didn't appreciate being partially interrogated every time he entered the same room as Tim, but man it was so worth it when he knew he was driving one of the Gotham bat's nuts.

all because he scored higher than him on a test.

He couldn't wait to see Tim's face once the scores were announced tomorrow. He was so going to tell Lady Gotham all about it later.

[quandledlngle69]

i feel like it would drive kaiser insane that your ness's gf and never look at him. The closest thing he's had to a chase was fighting tooth and nail to be the best and that was a long time ago, since then he's gotten everything he wanted. He doesn't actually want you, but it's the fact that ness, who he sees as just a bland, boring pawn outside of football, managed to bag you.

But on a deeper level–its the fact he's not in control. Ness is his lap dog, but your relationship with him is something he can't control. Something he can't grasp and sink his claws into. You never entertain his antics at all, only ever staring up at ness with those disgusting heart eyes of yours. He doesn't want to purposely try and break the relationship, no–he sees it more of a challenge he has to complete, a football he has to score in a goal.

And he's Michael fucking Kaiser, he always score's goals.

[blushsturns]

perv!matt x innocent!reader ♡

˖ continuation of this!

˖ masterlist is here!

˖ title: scored

˖ w/c: 2562

matt picked you up at your house exactly at 7pm. when you opened the door, he almost damn near fainted at the sight of you; white and pink floral dress that hugged your curves and showed the perfect amount of cleavage, those pretty heels that made your legs look so incredibly sexy and long, your hair curled loosely and draped over your shoulders and a gorgeous heart pendant necklace set firmly against your neck. he couldn’t stop staring at you, his eyes taking in every single little detail about your appearance. you felt your cheeks flush violently and warming up just from the way his eyes were glued to your body as if he was taking mental screenshots in his brain to remember forever. he would, too considering he already saved all of your instagram photos and screenshot any snapchats you’d send him to his camera roll to look at for later.

he was absolutely in awe of you and couldn’t take his eyes off you. matt cleaned up real nice too, a pair of his nicest jeans and a fitted white tee. he looked comfortable, handsome, and really fucking sexy. “sorry, i’m gonna be blunt when i say this, but god damn do you look fucking amazing.” he spoke breathlessly, his own cheeks turning a bright shade of pink just by the sudden confidence he had to announce that outloud to you. not that it wasn’t completely obvious, given he stood there googly eyed and his mouth practically watering just by staring at you.

“thanks, handsome. you clean up nicely yourself.” you ran your pink polished index finger down his shirt, his eyes watching your every move the entire time causing his body to tense up just from the feeling of your finger running down his chest. “now are you gonna take me out, or what?” you flashed him a small smirk, loving the way even the smallest touch could drive him absolutely insane.

he gulped nervously, nodding his head and trying to regain his confidence back, but god dammit was he completely and utterly whipped for you. “of course. i have only been waiting for this day since, well forever.” he let out a soft chuckle at his own words before offering you his arm. you gladly accepted it, linking your arm with his and closing the front door behind you with your free hand.

when he lead you over to his car, he opened up the passenger side door for you. “after you, pretty girl.” he flashed you a small smile, allowing you to get into the car. when you got into his car, you noticed one of his jackets sitting in the backseat of his car. you smiled to yourself as you turned your head back to stare straight ahead, remembering the conversation you had with him about how he could keep you warm. his jacket was definitely one of the options.

the drive to dinner downtown wasn’t awkward at all. you talked to matt about how busy the coffee shop has been and how you wished you didn’t have to work so many hours, but you loved working there and getting to know all of your favorite regular’s favorite drinks. matt talked about how nick and chris kept teasing him for hours about the date you two were going on and how they both were surprised matt finally got the courage to ask you out. you thought this was funny and quite ironic because even though you didn’t tell him this, you weren’t sure how he managed the courage to do it either.

while he was driving, you noticed that he would stare at you any chance he could get. it was almost like he couldn’t take his eyes off you, even when he was driving. his eyes gazed over to your exposed thighs, your dress had rose up only slightly while you were sitting, but from the angle he was sitting he could discreetly admire how smooth your skin looked. he so desperately wanted to reach over and touch you, but he couldn’t. he had to keep it cool and collected, but all he could think about sometimes was the fact that he has in fact been between those same set of thighs, devouring you like he was a starved man.

you’d catch him staring and he’d immediately pull his gaze away from you and back to the road ahead, his cheeks turning a crimson red at the fact that he got caught staring. he couldn’t help it; you were so god damn beautiful.

after a couple more minutes, you were finally in the heart of your beloved city. you loved it here. if you could move out into the city, you would. it’s the sense of community, the feeling of belonging that drew you into the city aesthetic vibes. matt pulled up to the restaurant and go out of the car, moving around to the passenger side to open the door for you and offered you his hand. you flashed him a sweet smile and gladly took his hand as he helped you out of the car.

before he handed his keys over to the valet, he opened up the door to the backseat and pulled out his jacket. “may i?” he asked you with his eyebrow raised upward as he awaited your reply.

you nodded your head with a widening smile, your heart feeling like it was literally swooning. what was wrong with you and were you actually developing feelings for matt, one of your absolute best friends who just so happens to be fantasized with you? you allowed him to help you put the jacket on your body, immediately using your hands to cling it to your chest and taking in the warmth and intoxicating scent of his expensive smelling cologne.

when you both stepped foot into the restaurant, your stomach immediately growled when the aroma of italian food wafted throughout your nostrils. “i’m starved.” you practically whined quietly to matt as you followed him and the waiter over to your table over to the back of the restaurant with the most beautiful view of the city around you. you’ve been to this restaurant before, but something about tonight made this time feel special.

matt was an absolute gentleman the entire night. he let you rant about work, your studies for nursing school and how exhausting it’s becoming, and how your friends have been kind of awful lately. you admitted you’d much rather hang out with nick, matt, and chris anyway. they were way better company than anyone else and you always felt so safe and comfortable with them.

the food was absolutely amazing and you had a couple glasses of wine. matt declined on the wine, saying he had precious cargo in the car that he had to make sure gets home safe and sound. you could tell how protective he was of you, his eyes never steering away from yours the entire night. he was interested to hear everything you had to say and allowed you to speak about whatever you wanted. you’ve never encountered that with any other man before.

you asked matt about him and how things have been going with him. he told you about how stressful it’s been to come up with ideas creating content to put out every week. you laughed at the jokes he told you about chris and nick fighting last night and how chris was pretty upset about it and didn’t wanna sleep alone so he ended up sleeping in matt’s room. you thought it was so sweet and warned your heart how much matt loved his brothers, even if they got on his nerves most of the time.

when the check came, matt immediately grabbed it so you couldn’t see the exact total. “i’m the one who asked you out on this date, let me at least pay for the bill.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, but secretly finding that type of thing absolutely attractive and really fucking sweet. “fine, but i’m treating you to ice cream. got it?” you felt a little tipsy from the wine, but it was more of a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. or maybe that was just feelings.

he was fine with that, allowing you to use his arm again to hold onto as you both walked a block over to the ice cream shoppe. it wasn’t too far, and you were able to walk on the way back with your ice cream in hand.

when you both arrived, he didn’t even have to ask you what flavor you wanted; he already knew.

“hi, can i have one chocolate ice cream and one..” he looked over at you, a widening, proud smile on his face. “and a superman ice cream, please.”

he paid for the ice cream and opened the door for you as you both walked out and into the cool, crisp air of the city around you. the walk was quiet, but comfortable. you both took your time, walking in sync as you licked your ice cream cone. you kept noticing out of the corner of your eye that matt couldn’t stop staring. he watched as your tongue flicked against the cool sensation of the ice cream before parting your lips to take more of the ice cream into your mouth and swallowing it. you let out a soft moan at the delectable taste, licking over your lips that were now stained blue. your tongue probably was, too.

his eyes widened as he heard you, gulping nervously and clearing his throat to try and appear nonchalant, even though the look on your face, the way your tongue worked as you ate your ice cream and the sounds that were falling from your mouth caused a sudden rush straight to his cock.

you knew it was affecting him too and you liked being a tease. any little thing that you did got to him, especially when it came to things like this. “sorry, it’s just really good. thank you for remembering my favorite ice cream flavor.” you licked over you lips once again, a soft giggle leaving your lips. “hey, is my tongue blue?” you flashed him your tongue, that was coated with blue substance from the ice cream colors melting together.

he continued to stare at you while walking alongside you, nodding his head and letting out a soft chuckle at the sight of your tongue. “it is, but it’s cute, like you.”

your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink at his words, flashing him a small smile. “well thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.”

when you both arrived to the car and matt got his keys back from the valet, you had finished your ice cream. the sudden realization that the night was already almost over and quite honestly, you didn’t want the night to end.

he opened up the passenger door for you, allowing you to get in. he had been such a gentlemen all night and it was the sweetest fucking thing you’ve ever witnessed.

the drive back home was peaceful and comfortable. matt made a couple small jokes along the way home, making you giggle at how ridiculously funny he was, even though his jokes were tame.

when he pulled up into his driveway, he parked the car and immediately turned over to look at you. “did you have a good time?”

you nodded your head, flashing him a small smile, using both of your hands to keep his jacket clung tightly against your body. “i really did. thanks for taking me out, matt. i had a really good time.”

he grinned widely, nodding his head at your words. “i did too. now come on, let me walk you over to your house.”

matt opened the car door for you and offered his hand once again, which you gladly accepted and allowed him to help you out of the car. you walked a couple steps over to your house next door to his and once you both made it to your doorstep, you exhaled a deep breath, turning to look at him so you both were now face to face. “genuinely, thank you, matt. i had an amazing time.”

“you deserve it all, pretty girl. i’m glad i could take you out.”

“oh, here, let me give you your jacket-“

you were about to start taking his jacket off when matt stopped you, placing his hand on top of yours, his voice becoming more firm, his ocean blue eyes staring directly into yours. “no, don’t. seriously. i want you to keep it. it looks better on you, anyway.”

your cheeks were insanely warm, his comment causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of your stomach. you bit down onto your bottom lip, pulling your gaze away for a moment before averting your eyes back over to him. he stared at you with so much adoration filling his gaze. you could feel your heart beat begin to rapidly quicken. “well, then can i give you something so you don’t have to go home empty handed?”

his eyebrow raised up in a curious manner as he stared at you, nodding his head slowly. “you don’t have to do that, but now i’m curious. sure, what is it?”

you flashed him a widening smirk, nodding your head and pursed your lips together. you suddenly had the courage to do something that was on your mind all night. if he’s letting you keep his jacket, why not give him something he always loved to take from your bedroom drawer? slowly you began to move your hands underneath your dress, your fingers moving against the hem of your panties and began to slowly slide them down your legs.

matt watched you in complete and utter shock, watching your every move with his eyes widening and his mouth agape as you bent down to pull the lacy panties down completely and off your body. you stood back up with the panties in your hand and immediately grabbed one of matt’s hands to place the pair of panties into his palm securely and enclosed his hand around them. your smirk only widened as he stared down at the pink panties in his hand as he held onto them, a shaky breath exhaling from his chest and out past his lips.

“will you keep these? for me?” you leaned in closer to him to reach his ear, your hot and heavy breath lingering against his ear.

all he could do was nod his head slowly, gulping nervously as your body pressed up against his for a brief moment. you moved your head to place your lips against his stubble cheek and kissing it gently before pulling away from him and flashing him a teasing smirk. you lifted your hand up into a wave, your eyes staying locked onto his.

“goodnight, lover boy. thank you for an amazing night.”

without waiting for a reply from matt, the front door closed. all matt could do was stand there in complete and utter shock due to the fact that not only has he finally scored his first date with you, but he had a pair of your lacy pink panties that you were wearing underneath your dress the entire night.

he was absolutely, totally infatuated with you.

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𝜗𝜚 a/n:

thank you everyone for reading!! i love writing this pair so much. i have so many more ideas for this au so if you want more of them just keep spreading the love. it makes my day, i swear. i love you guys!

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[rhiannonsknife]

okay so we’ve all heard about mean jackie, the one who js uses r and wtv but what about a jackie who’s kinda obsessed with r but isn’t afraid to show it? maybe shes like all over r at school and especially at parties or after soccer practice/matches.

btw i js wanted to say i absolutely ADORE ur writing and its genuinely refreshing!!

── .✦ DATING JACKIE TAYLOR

— summary: dating jackie taylor hcs.

— warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff. established relationship. gn!reader. one brief mention of jackie’s death (my bad…). did not beta read.

— a/n: i hope this is enough fluff to make up for the insane amount of jackie angst on this blog…

jackie who loves physical touch and who’s lowkey so clingy with you.

she isn’t shy about physical affection. at all. whether it’s holding your hand in the hallways (partly to show you off, partly because she just wants to feel your presence) resting her head on your shoulder during lunch, or draping herself across you at parties, she always needs to be in contact somehow. jackie doesn’t care who’s watching. in fact, she wants people to watch, dwelling in the attention it brings: the little whispers and lingering glances from classmates as she casually tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear or leans in close to whisper something only you can hear. it’s not just about the spectacle; it’s jackie’s way of marking her territory, showing everyone that you’re hers.

jackie who loves when you stay after school to watch her practice or show up to her games.

after every match or practice, she’s practically glued to you. she’ll jog over, still sweaty and out of breath, and throw an arm around you. and if you’re wearing her jacket or an old jersey while cheering her on? fuck it: she’ll kiss you right there, in front of everyone. she’s a sucker for the post-match attention, especially after the yellowjackets have won (even more so when jackie is the one to score the winning goal): when it’s just the two of you and you invite her out for dinner to celebrate the victory <3 you usually stay longer to watch her practice, too. jackie insists on sharing her post-practice snacks with you afterwards, as a treat for waiting on the bleachers. even if you have your own food, she’ll claim: “mine taste better though,” only to pop a piece of granola into your mouth with a smug grin.

jackie who tries to act nonchalant about you…

…but fails miserably. she isn’t exactly mean, (okay maybe a bit) but if someone tries to get too close to you, her possessiveness does come out, no matter what. she’ll slip her arm around your waist, pull you closer, and flash her sweetest (but most fake) smile. “oh, hi! didn’t realize we were having a little gathering here” she’ll manage, squeezing you just a little tighter. at this point, everyone at school knows jackie is into you. she’ll stop mid-conversation to greet you, abandon her friends to sit with you, or even bail on a party if you’re not going. it’s clear to anyone paying attention that you’re her favorite person.

speaking of which: jackie always seems to know where you are in public places.

you honestly have no idea how she does it, but jackie finds you either way. she’s a literal human magnet, always attracting you or the other way around. whether it’s in the halls, at parties or soccer games, jackie will find you in the largest crowds. she doesn’t mean to be overbearing, it’s just that being near you feels right to her. you’ll instantly know it’s her, when a pair of arms wraps around you from behind and someone’s peppering your neck in kisses. “there you are” she’ll whisper gently.

jackie, who loves to make you blush!! <3

she’ll casually brush her fingers along your arm while whispering something flirty in your ear, or she’ll lean in just a little too close when you’re talking. (not that she could ever be too close to you) she lives for your reactions and they way she can watch your cheeks flush red. even when she can’t be there to see your reaction, only the idea of knowing you’ll be flustered all over again is enough for her to leave little notes in your locker that you’ll find by the time she’s already in a different class.

jackie, who keeps reminders of you everywhere!!

she keeps photos of the two of you in her planner or pressed into her notebooks, and sometimes you catch her smiling at them when she thinks no one’s looking. she might even replace her beloved heart charm necklace with a locket you’ve given her, keeping a picture of the two of you with her wherever she goes (okay okay this is too angsty to unpack but: jackie who takes this locket with her on the flight to the nationals…jackie, whose only reminder of you in the wilderness is the little, square shaped photograph of you…jackie who dies with her fist clutched around it. ANYWAY.) but ALSO: jackie whose locker is basically yours too. half of it is filled with your stuff: your jacket, a book you mentioned liking, even snacks you said you enjoyed. she’ll tell anyone who asks that it’s because “they always forget their things, so i’m just being helpful”

jackie, who gives you the cheesiest nicknames known to mankind.

and she’s only half joking too. she mostly does it to get a rise out of you and hear your laughter when she curls up against you and buries her face in the crook of your neck as she comes up with something hilarious like “babycakes”. your groan will only spur her on and draw a giggle from her lips as she pokes your sides playfully.

jackie, who will spoil you rotten.

you mention something briefly that you’d like to have? jackie will buy it for you. you’re out for lunch? she’s paying. you mention that you don’t have any nice clothes to wear? she’s taking you on a shopping spree with her dad’s credit card. especially for special occasions like christmas or your birthday, jackie is all over the place, ensuring to get you at least one big present that’s better than whatever your other friends and family have gotten you. she also insists on taking you to the nicest restaurants in town. jackie orders for you with 0 hesitation, knowing all your favorites, and never lets you pay. she’s doing it with the best intentions, though: it’s never about showing off or flaunting her/her parents’ wealth, it’s all about showing you how much she cares!!

jackie, who calls you in the middle of the night.

on the rare occasions when you’re not sleeping at the other’s house, she sometimes calls just to hear/fall asleep to the sound of your voice. you don’t even have to talk about anything important (though you will, most of the time). for jackie, it’s enough to recap her day, ask about yours, or just hear your voice. if you sound tired, she’ll tease you for staying up for her, though deep down, she appreciates it more than you know.

jackie who asks you to go to your prom before graduation together.

showing you off in the halls is definitely not enough: she is determined to take you to prom too, especially because it’s your last one before graduating. jackie would go all out for her promposal, i just KNOW IT: gathering your favorite flowers and leaving a heartfelt note in your locker. when you find her waiting nearby, she’s grinning ear to ear. she’d be so serious about it too, no matter how you feel about the formalities etc.! she insists on taking you dress (or suit!) shopping and makes sure you get the outfit you feel perfect in, even if it means trying on a dozen options. she beams at you every time!! <3 guys i’m having a moment here but also: jackie who gets you matching accessories for prom night!! jackie who instantly drags you onto the dance floor the second a slow song plays!! jackie who’s holding you close the whole time, whispering how much she’s going to miss moments like this after graduation!!

rhiannon stealing your clothes this, rhiannon stealing your clothes that. guys. jackie stealing your clothes!!

she insists on “borrowing” your hoodie or jacket all the time. but here’s the thing: she wears it in public constantly, not just around the house. she loves showing off that she’s got a piece of you with her wherever she goes. when you finally ask for it back, she grins and says, “you can have it… after you give me something else to steal” sometimes she’ll show up in clothes you don’t even remember giving her, grinning knowingly.

jackie, whose plans always include you.

whenever she starts making plans for the future, it is as if you’re an inseparable unit. it’s like she can’t even picture a life where you’re not right by her side. she’s got it all planned out, and it’s not like you’re complaining. the two of you were supposed to go to the same college anyway, but it still warms your heart to hear that she’s imagining a future with you and that you’re not limited to your highschool years.

jackie who’s so so proud of you no matter what.

she gets ridiculously proud of even the smallest things you do. did you answer a question in class or get a good grade? she’ll lean over and whisper, “you’re a genius.” scored a point during fucking gym class? she’s clapping loudly from the sidelines. “that’s my partner!” she’ll say to anyone within earshot. she’s your own personal cheerleader!! regardless of all of these things, she sometimes overthinks the whole situation. given the fact that she never cared for someone the way she does for you and that this is her first time in a truly loving relationship, she’s probably worried about doing things the ‘right way’. she’ll hesitate before asking if you’re happy with her, or quietly admit she worries about losing you. you’re obviously there to reassure her time and time again!!

jackie, who’s a hopeless romantic in denial!!!!

when jackie loves, she loves hard. before you, she hasn’t even known this side of herself, so she’s surprised to find out how much of a romantic she turns out to be. everyone notices how much softer and happier she is when she’s with you. the usual sharpness in her voice fades, and she’s all smiles and easy laughter. jackie is unapologetically obsessed, down bad, if you will!! she’ll always come up with something sweet to do with you, whether it’s dragging you outside to watch the stars at a party, hand-feed you popcorn during movie nights, or even burn a cd of your songs to blast in the car.



[mewhenimanangel]

reporting live, paige bueckers

— synopsis. you meet paige when you’re assigned to report on the uconn v. iowa game. twoshot!

notes ౨ৎ: i’ve never wrote for a real person before it feels so strange…but there’s like no fics on here i had to take matters into my own hands.

also yes im rewriting history to make uconn win!

next ౨ৎ

you checked yourself out in the mirror, fixing your outfit - low rise black work pants with a white button down that showed a small sliver of your stomach with black sling back heels.

you tossed your hair around to fix it making sure it was in perfect shape. after all, your job was pretty dependent on looks.

you worked as a reporter for the city's top news agency and tonight you would be attending the uconn versus iowa women's basketball game.

you were also pretty active on social media and managed to make some money that way, you were more than grateful for your lifestyle.

you called your friend, devon , to make sure she was on her way to get you knowing you absolutely could not be late tonight.

she answered the phone and you sighed a breath of relief when it sounded like she was in fact on her way.

"hey girll, are you excited for tonight? pretty big story" she said, bustling city noise behind her.

"yeah i'm excited to interview uconn after they beat iowa's ass" you smirked when you heard her gasp on the other side. "they so will not! my girlfriend caitlin's gonna pull through"

"nah, paige buckets got that easily" you scoffed as you packed your bag, ready to head downstairs out of your apartment.

your bosses had assigned you to tonight's game and hooked you up with two court-side tickets for you and a guest, along with the camera crew.

you of course had to invite your best friend to go with you.

you stepped outside the building and watched as her car pulled up outside.

"ugh i can't believe i get to see caitlin clark up close" devon squealed as you got yourself situated in the car. "ugh be calm, you literally have a boyfriend." you joked. "okay and?" she laughed as she drove off.

once you were at the stadium, you and devon met at with your crew as you found your seats inside.

the game wasn't due to start for another fourty or so minutes but it was already packed inside.

you were glad women's basketball was finally getting the recognition it deserved after you and your mom had been fans of it almost your whole life. you even played a little bit in high school.

you and devon got snacks before sitting down and getting yourselves comfortable.

it didn't feel long until the players came out and the game was started. aliyah and hailey jump started the game before kk threw the ball back at paige.

the game was a close one and you made sure to follow it closely. throughout the game you did side interviews with other players and people attending the game, which was all just leading up to the end of game interviews.

it was the final quarter and you made sure to pay close attention.

it all came down to the last few seconds when paige threw the ball off caitlin's back to catch it again and land the ball in the net, giving uconn the winning score!

you and your crew sat up as you turned your reporter accent on "there you have it folks, uconn has won this round and will advance to the final game against south carolina. what an amazing job tonight by these wonderful ladies on both teams. win or lose, it was a great watch and i'm cheering for everyone's next move."

once you were sure the cameras were off you turned around to devon and threw your hands in the air.

"bitch i told you! i tolddd you paige had this game" you squealed. "ughhh you're so annoying why are you always right" she groaned.

a few minutes later you popped some mouthwash melts and fixed your makeup before you were to interview paige.

your hands were sweating like crazy. you never wanted to come off as an insane fan girl but you were obsessed with paige.

your cameraman followed you as you walked over to paige and she turned around. "hi" she smiled and shook your hand. "hi, are you ready?" you asked her. "yeah" she smiled. you gave your cameraman a thumbs up as he turned the camera on.

you turned to paige, who was already staring at you and you took a deep breath. you're usually never nervous to interview people but god the way she was looking at you.

her eyes were trained on yours and she had a little smirk on her face, her face was glistening from the tiring game she just played and she licked her lips waiting for you to ask your first question.

you cleared your throat "i'm here with paige bueckers, who just made the winning move in the highly anticipated iowa versus uconn game! tell me paige, how did it feel to take the winning shot?" you turned the microphone to her.

she rubbed her chin "ah it was really nerve racking to be honest i mean. i could feel my team counting on me and i knew i really had to pull through and get us out on top" she answered, eyes focusing back on you.

"yeah but that was a tough shot wasn't it?" you watched her eyes drop down to scan you before meeting yours again. "yeah but i knew i could make it in for sure"

"right, bueckers get buckets i don't know what to tell y'all" you joked to the camera. paige laughed.

"yeah for sure but i really owe it all to my team" she continued before kk came up behind her. "yupppppp WE GOING TO THE TITLE GAME" she threw her arms around you and paige and the threw of you jumped in excitement before running to find her other teammates.

you laughed it off before continuing for the camera "well there you have it, paige it was lovely to talk to you. congratulations on the winning game! make sure those of you at home tune in to the final game taking place in just a few days." you signed off the camera before your crew stopped filming.

you turned to paige and dropped the reporter voice. "it was nice to meet you by the way" you smiled. "i could say the same" her eyes never left yours and you bit your cheek to hide a smile.

"well i should let you go celebrate, congratulations, have a good night!" you said, beginning to walk away.

"bye it was nice to meet you" she said before you fully walked away.

you walked over to devon who was waiting on the side. "i know damn well your heart is racing"

"shut up" you smirked.

[bu-blegh-ost]

The time has finally come, @girlsonlytreehouse !!!

Today I shall share with you the fruits of my work. But first, allow me to take you on a journey I myself have been through while counting all of this shit down.

First things first, I decided to count the rolls in the context of the characters rather than the people playing them, simply because the luck of the actual people could not be measured accurately if I only take Riptide into consideration (and also I thought it would be more fun). The guys have several different campaigns, some that I do not have access to, so I've decided to seperate all their Riptide rolls into characters they play instead, cause then we can clearly see which character is the luckiest. But ofc if you want this to be attributed differently, the data remains unchanged, so that way you all can interpret the results however you wanted and still have all the info you need on hand.

Another issue were the advantage/disadvantage rolls. When a character rolls at advantage, they roll twice and the only roll that counts is the one that was higher, while the other is discarded and the opposite goes for disadvantage. So for example if you roll at Disadvantage and you roll a nat 20 and a 2, that nat 20 technically doesn't matter. Despite that I decided to count each adv/disadv roll anyway, because despite the fact that it does not count, it was still physically ROLLED, which means it contributes to the character's overall pool of luck. I tried to separate them at first so you guys can make your own decision whether to add them or not, but in the end I decided against it cause it was insanely hard to keep up with. There were just too many and too often, which led me to believe that it was fair enough to count everything as long as they actually rolled a dice.

Which brings me to the last complication, which is of course Gillion's Prophetic Screwup. At the beginning of the campaign Gillion was able to exchange anything that he actually rolled into a nat 20, and in return the DM can change any roll he does afterwards into a nat 1. That way there was supposed to be an equal number of wild unrolled nat 20's and nat 1's to balance Gillion out back to 0, but it didn't turn out this way. In more cases than not, Grizzly would either forget or fail to find a good place to screw Gillion over, so the ability bacame much too unbalanced. So they changed it somwhere in the middle of Edison Kingdom Arc. From then on, if Gill rolled anything from 1-10 it would automatically become a nat 1, and if he rolled from 11-20, that'd be a nat 20 instead. Either way these rolls had nothing to do with luck, as he wasn't actually rolling anything, thus I decided not to count these 'artificial' nat 20's/1's. However I did keep track of them nonetheless and I'll still give you the number of those, just separately, and from then on you guys can make your own decision on whether or not you wish to count it.

OOOFFF ALRIGHT.

Without further ado, here are the nat 20's results (up to ep106):

Gillion: 52

Chip: 58

Jay: 55

Goobleck: 8

Surprised? Yeah I was as well. First things first I never expected this to be this close. And never in my right mind could I possibly predict that it would he CHIP of all people to have the highest score here. But I've seen it with my own eyes. And tell you what. Jay had this in the bag for most of the damn series. She would consistently roll good and always when you need a good roll the most. There were times when she would have such a massive lead it was unthinkable she could loose it. But then she would just kinda...stop rolling good for a bit and allow the other two to catch up. It just wasn't as visble if you don't pay much attention, but I thought it to be cute. It's as she was waiting for them <3 But she was still mostly leading. It was only the current arc that made Chip surpass her. After his terrible luck in Feywilde, he bounced back so strongly right after, that he managed to jump in front of the luck queen herself.

And now I bet you're curious about the other side of the coin. Give it up for natural 1's!:

Gillion: 55

Chip: 53

Jay: 52

Goobleck: 1

You see, I kind of expected it to be Gill, but I need you guys to know that this wasn't the case at all times. Jay? Yes. If there is one thing that's consistent is that she had the lowest amount of natural 1s at all times almost, but the person that was suffering from nat 1 curse for a long while was Chip. In the Feywilde Arc he would be so far ahead of everyone, that I was genuinely sure that there is no way anyone catches up to him. But then he popped off in the next arc with nat 20's and Gillion? Oh my gosh, Gillion didn't disappoint. I've never seen a man fail this much let me tell you XD He ended up with the least nat 20's as well, but I thought the difference would be much higher until he didn't roll 4 fucking nat 20s in ep 100 and then this double nat 20 attack roll in the Black Sea whduihdius AND HE CAUGHT UP AS WELL, more or less.

Idunno, maybe this is just how luck works, but it truly seems that the trio shares their successes and burdens almost equally. They support each other and in return fate has their backs as well. Honestly I couldn't have hoped for better results. Also can we give shout out to Goobleck, the true MVP? He's been on the show only for a while but look at this nat1 - nat20 ratio!!! Go goop man goo!!!

So now for the additional stuff that I also counted just for fun:

*Prophethic screwup nats:

Before the rules changed Gillion replaced 8 of his rolls into natural 20s, and in return Grizzly replaced 3 of his rolls into natural 1s.

After the rules changed he only got high enough number for 4 nat 20s, and a low enough number for 7 nat 1s.

So that together makes additional 12 nat 20s and 10 nat 1s from the prophetic screwup alone. I don't think they should be added, but the numbers are there so feel free to do whatever you want with them :)

Downs and death saves:

Throughout the campaign Gillion went down 14 times and rolled 8 death saves.

Chip went down 6 times and rolled 4 death saves.

Jay went down 4 times and rolled 3 death saves.

No shocker here, Gillion dies a lot XD

Knights:

In their journey Gillion knighted 4 people: Julien Booker, Clorton, Garrieth and Duke.

Corruption score:

Thus far each character has the following amount of corruption points (Black Sea):

Gillion: 0

Chip: 2

Jay: 3

Queen: 1

Gryffon: 2 (i think, unsure abt that one, may edit later XD)

Earl: 1

That is all I have for now. I may be clinically insane :)

Good day to everyone and I hope you found this data interesting. Take care <3

[overtaken-stream]

I'm in love with your Sendoh romantic Headcanon, can you make the Mitsui one? Pretty please.. Thank you! 🥺🤍

AH, sorry for the wait. I had a lot of fun writing this!!

Mitsui loves ear kisses because of how intimate they feel. Nibble on his lobe, kiss his helix, or show any affectionate gesture toward his ear, and watch him go pink. Only you're capable of doing that to him.

Any form of his smile—whether it’s a smirk or a full-on laugh—is ridiculously cute and not at all fitting for a guy with his intimidating reputation. Even though he never had braces, it’s not like he ever needed them.

Every time he’s out with you or his friends, flashing that handsome smile, some stranger always ends up a little shaken. Maybe a couple of girls even catch a crush. That, however, isn't the worst part of this. It's the fact that he knows exactly how much you like his pearly whites, and he’s not above weaponizing that smirk against you.

Absolutely insane about you. If he can’t meet up with you every other day, he’ll be devastated. Shohoku hates to see him like that during those times. To make up for it, he keeps a picture of just your face. It’s cropped from a photo you two took together—a close-up of your face, framed in the most beautiful frame he owns, sitting on his bedside table.

On sleepless nights, Mitsui grabs the frame, his fingers clenching around it, holding on, like a wife waiting for her husband to return from war😭

He's the meme "OooUgha, my Sha-yla, My-sheEyla..."

You better not catch him practicing basketball moves on court, or he'll rope you into it, whether you play or not.

I've said this before, but Mitsui is the type of boyfriend who randomly starts shadowboxing—except with basketball moves. He’ll dribble an invisible ball, jump uselessly, dodge around you, and shoot into an imaginary basket, all while keeping track of the score. Is it annoying? Absolutely. But it’s also his strategy to rope you into being his partner for a 1v1. Naturally, after he almost slams into you or steps on your toes one too many times, you start joining in by “stopping” the invisible ball. It’s silly, sure, but somehow, it’s your thing now. And you can't stop him. Like ever.

Mitsui gets jealous sometimes. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you—he knows you’ve stuck with him for this long, and he never doubts your love for him. But every now and then, he craves a little extra validation and comfort from you. Not always, though—just enough to remind himself he’s still your number one.

Mitsui often brings you along to his friends' hangouts—just because he can. He loves how easily you get along with them (or at least tolerate them), and it makes him happy to have you there, blending into his world.

Shamelessly possessive—not in a “you belong to me” way, but in an “I’m yours, you're mine” kind of way. Mitsui isn't afraid of showing that side of him to public.

He is a nice cook so for some dates he might invite you over to watch films and eat his cooking, Generally I have a feeling that he would enjoy walking alongside with you, hand in hand or over your shoulder.

He loves it when you run your hands through his hair or play with the short strands—it’s something he finds incredibly relaxing. Of course, it goes the other way, too; he adores running his fingers through your hair just as much.

Mitsui sleeps on his stomach with the weight of a dead man, yet somehow always manages to end up with you underneath him—unintentionally squished and completely cramped. He’s grumpy every morning until he finally gets out of bed. With his brown eyes still closed and his brows furrowed, his barely audible morning voice carries a tone of unmistakable complaints, even from just a few centimeters away.

A kiss might just be enough to put him in a good mood.

[plushyparfait]

DEATH NOTE UNIVERSITY/COLLEGE AU (because why not?)

part one :: Near , Mello , L

Random headcanons & art

Near

1. Near is the president of the university’s robotics club.

2. He never attends lectures in person, only watching recordings.

• Near prefers solitude and finds social interaction draining. Watching lectures at his own pace allows him to stay focused and avoid distractions.

3. He plays competitive online chess between classes.

• Near enjoys mental challenges and chess offers a way to test his strategies and keep his mind sharp while relaxing.

4. Near’s dorm room looks more like you just stepped into a Toys R Us than a place where someone sleeps.

• His collection of puzzles, toys, and models are a source of comfort and focus, keeping his mind stimulated even when he’s not working.

5. He wears the same hoodie almost every day, claiming it reduces decision fatigue.

• Near simplifies his wardrobe to focus more on his studies and hobbies, seeing no point in making unnecessary daily decisions about clothing!

6. He never raises his hand in class but always gets the highest scores on exams

• Near doesn’t care at all about showing off or impressing professors; his only concern is understanding the material.

7. Near has a meticulous calendar and study schedule, but only he understands it.

• His methodical approach to everything extends to his study habits, though his system appears insanely chaotic to others, it works perfectly for him.

8. He’s known for sketching detailed robots during lectures instead of taking notes.

• Near finds doodling and sketching helps him focus on the lecture, as his mind works better with a hands-on task to accompany the information.

9. He orders takeout almost every day, refusing to cook.

• Near considers cooking an inefficient use of time and would rather spend his energy on intellectual pursuits or working on projects. (At least that's what HE says to hide the fact he'd probably find a way to burn water whilst boiling it)

10. Near loves to leave cryptic or downright weird messages on the dorm bulletin board for fun (or to freak people out since no one's figured out who the hell''s been doing it)

Mello

1. Mello has a part-time job at a trendy coffee shop/cafe, but he always brings his laptop to work on assignments.

• Mello thrives in fast-paced environments and enjoys the energy of the café, but he’s too ambitious to let work get in the way of his academic goals.

2. He takes pride in his motorcycle and often rides it to campus even if it’s impractical.

3. Mello constantly competes with classmates, turning everything into a challenge.

4. He studies late into the night, fueled by energy drinks and chocolate.

• Sometimes, Mello’s intense personality and desire to outdo everyone pushes him to work harder than most, even at the expense of his health, so I can see him always bothering L or A to root through their med stash on a bad day.

5. He has a secret stash of stress balls, even though he pretends he doesn’t need them.

• Despite preferring to act tough, Mello gets easily stressed/anxious, and stress balls are a discreet way to manage his anxiety. He rather keep his peace and not get his issues looked at.

6. Mello never misses gym days, using working out as a way to release his aggression.

• Physical activity helps Mello balance his high-strung self, giving him a productive outlet for his frustrations.

7. He writes essays/assignments at the last minute because he couldn't actually be bothered but always manages to get top marks.

8. He has a complicated love-hate relationship with Near’s success.

• Mello and Near attended the same high school since Year 8. Mello resents Near for his calm, effortless brilliance but also deeply respects him as his closest intellectual rival.

9. He’s notorious for bringing loud snacks (like Doritos or Lindt) into quiet study spaces, just to annoy people. People being Mikami or A.

• Mello likes stirring the pot and pushing boundaries, even in the smallest ways just for the giggles but will ease up if someone is actually super upset.

10. Mello refuses to share study notes with anyone, even his friends. He rather watch you bleed out or something. Fend for yourself.

L

1. L sleeps in the student lounge more often than in his dorm.

• His irregular sleeping habits caused by his insomnia mean he’ll nap wherever he is when he’s too exhausted to stay awake, and he values convenience over comfort. Mikami's sick of having him curl up in his shower every time he invites him over.

2. He has an entire drawer in his room dedicated to different types of sweets.

• He CLAIMS it HELPS him think faster and stay alert during long study sessions. Liar. He's just a greedy little fellow.

3. L uses his position as a teaching assistant/tutor to solve difficult academic problems instead of actually helping students.

• L is more interested in challenging his own intellect than in teaching, so he sees the TA role as a way to gain access to tricky questions for giggles. Some poor students are ready to stone him for it....

4. He refuses to wear shoes to lectures and insists that thinking requires “maximum comfort.” If you say otherwise you're committing a hate crime.

• L’s eccentric habits extend to his fashion choices, and he’s convinced that anything uncomfortable distracts from his ability to concentrate, hence choosing more minimalist-type clothing. Sometimes he gets bullied into wearing shoes by Mr. Wammy. Sometimes.

5. L often shows up to class with food stains on his clothes because he’s always eating something.

6. He writes all of his assignments in incredibly small, illegible handwriting, frustrating professors.

• L doesn’t care about neatness, only content, and figures if he can read it, others should be able to, too. Poor you if you can't.

7. L has a habit of texting weird messages to his friends late at night of whatever the hell comes to his brain.

• His thought process often leads him down really fucking strange paths, and he enjoys sharing odd observations or philosophical musings at random hours. Light's just learnt to ignore him but Mikami's a light sleeper and too people-pleasing so he succumbs to the peer pressure and listens to L's nonsense. At least it's interesting sometimes.

8. He never takes notes during lectures but still scores perfectly on every exam.

• L has a photographic memory and trusts his ability to recall important information without needing to write anything down.

9. L never shows up to social events but always seems to know what drama happened at them before anyone else in the friend group.

• He’s highly observant and picks up details from casual conversations or watching people closely, even without directly participating. We love a nosy king who stays on top of campus nonsense.

10. He likes balancing objects in lectures from books to erasers etc just to see how tall he can make his towers. Sometimes even the lecturer gets distracted when they get too tall and wants to see what'll happen.

NEXT: MATT , BEYOND/BB, A/ADAM

notes: i'm actually a bit pleased that my art's improving a little! aside from that, i wanted this au out my brain so bad and i finally did thank god. then i can probably start a mini series (???) we'll see.

[wizardnuke]

shadowgast fic recs i had in my drafts. fics where they're a little bit insane and toxic to each other or just generally dangerous people. great characterization imo. some of my favorites. i love angst and drama. read the tags

the lavender bush (E)

A fic about Caleb’s complex relationship to sex, attraction, and Essek.

Out Of Season (M)

Caleb knows what it is to be hunted. He sees it in Essek’s careful placement of his minimal luggage, how he has not unpacked anything more than what is needed at the moment, the modest respectability of his nightclothes, how he sets his boots by the bedroom door instead of on the tray in the foyer.

reaching for stars, reaching for fire (M)

The strange object sits like a silver spider by his wrists, long jointed legs entangling his hands. It’s beautiful like finely wrought jewelry, but it wraps itself around Essek’s fingers and wrists in an undeniably threatening manner.

(and the bad ending)

please don't bite (M)

“This is a good knife, you know,” Essek says, conversationally. “I had it made for general practical usage, as well as for fighting, in emergencies.” Caleb holds the knife. It is small and neat, the edge looks sharp.

Unmaking (E)

Caleb’s hair has grown in their time apart. He wears it loose around his shoulders, where it shines copper red against the burgundy of his nightclothes. His eyes barely stray from Essek as he sets the tipped inkpot upright, putting the component pouch that he had hastily snatched aside. There is a pinch of tension between his dark brows when he speaks. “Something has happened.” “I killed someone,” Essek tells him.

bow shock (M)/heliopause (M)

Adventuring might be behind Caleb, but danger is not.

Late in the night, someone comes to settle a score with him on behalf of their mutual teacher. They did not account for Caleb playing host to someone with very strong opinions about that, and the magic to back them up.

simple math (M)

Power Word Kill: You utter a word of power that can compel one creature you can see within range to die instantly. Beau knows Essek can be ruthless, and she knows he loves Caleb. The point where these facts meet still manages to surprise her, and she never has been able to let anything lie.

what our ghosts will say (M) (series, can be read seperately)

Essek has been a guest in Caleb's home for a week now.

Essek has lived in Caleb's home for months. He still dreams, but of the wrong things.

[pedriache]

i see u write for majority of barca and i was wondering if u could write one for raphinha? where reader cant always make it to his games obviously but she always watches and supports and so when he comes home shes just showering him in kisses and praise because he scored 3 goals (based off when he got his hat trick) 🥰

Starry eyes — Raphinha.

Pairing: Raphinha x Fem!Reader

Summary: Although you couldn’t make it to the game against Real Valladolid, you still found a way to watch it. Your boyfriend, Raphinha managed to score a hat trick and you couldn’t wait for him to get home to show just how proud you were.

Word count: 364

Disclaimer/s: fluff , established relationship!

A/N: i know who my goat is!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wrote this while like loopy and tired so it’s sooo iffy sorry.. lmk if there’s any mistakes .. and guys feel free to req for anyone on the team like i feel i don’t write for many and i’d love to!

The soft clicking noise of the door shutting had your ears perked and eyes widening. You’d been waiting hours for your boyfriend to get home, and here he finally was. Sprinting around the doorway, you catch sight of him.

He dropped his bag on the ground and took off his shoes before his eyes finally trailed up from the ground to find you standing a few feet away.

Raphinha wore a lazy smile, his eye’s creasing on the sides when he caught his first look at you. “Hey—“ He’s cut off instantly by the weight of your body on his.

With your arm’s wrapping around him tightly, you grin, “congratulations!” Your lips pressing dozens of kiss across his face, cutting the word into short fragments. “You did so good!”

The man laughs, letting your affections sink in before you finally pull away. “Thank you.” He hums, leaning down to capture your lips in his.

“Hattrick? Hello, that’s insane.” You mumble against his lips, barely containing how much pride and joy you felt. “I mean seriously a hat trick is—“

“Please stop talking.” Raphinha chuckles, effectively shutting you up so he could kiss your lips once more, taking the time to show his gratitude.

His arms pull you impossibly closer, lips leaving yours a he burrows his face into your neck. “But seriously, you did so good today. Like, amazing in fact. I’m so proud of you!” You sigh, “I wish I could have been there. Work is so annoying.”

“I know, but it’s okay.” He smiles, face coming into your line of sight once again. “And am I smelling something off or is our house burning down?”

Your eyes widen ever so slightly, “oh... Okay, I was making dinner, but it might be burning.”

Raphinha tilts his head to the side, a loopy grin on his face. “Well… go look?” Oh. Right. Standing on your tip toes, you place a final kiss to his lips, then another, then another. “Hey, hey.” He warns, “gooo.” With a groan, you disconnect from him and make your way toward the kitchen.

“This isn’t over!” You yell over your shoulder, catching one final glimpse of your boyfriends smile.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[nostalgicmiscellaneous]

Lol as someone who actually works in the industry: you guys are very, very naive if you believe a tumblr blog would tell you secrets about the behind the scenes of Bridgerton for a bubble of specific fans, and even less that someone who actually have access to executives would be around telling so many incorrect stuff that can be proven wrong with some clicks. And would tell you about the actors that way, while working for Netflix. It's hilarious because production is segmented, there are different crews as well, and it simply wouldn't have production/executive inside information if it worked close enough to the actors day by day to know them, and they wouldn't work with all of them to know them personally, repeatedly in the way it says, as the teams are the same for a long time and they all have made their opinions on actors very clear. It's so stupid that it made the mistake of telling you all it doesn't work with crew. They really don't know how a production of a show works and it's funny to see anyone believing it. Then again, only Kanthony and Benophy fans do.

Not only that, contradicting not simply Netflix's news of profitability and success of Season 3, but in fact, actual market news and data releases, Investments prospects, and investors reports, plus licensing, that anyone with any inside information would know it's done publicly and show the actual success and profit delivered by Season 3. To even try to say it lost money, Lol. The data is there, if you worked in a exec. position, even management position, you wouldn't say something so ignorant.

Critically, official certified critics, and audience numbers averaged above Season 2 and on par with Season 1, and you can also check the aggregate of that on RT, IMDB, sites that reunited and average the score. Audience is measured not only by Netflix, but Luminate and Nielsen. Data that is ALSO PUBLIC. And that showed the successful amount of views, specially recovering audience that Season 2 had lost. It was also superior to QC. Netflix also ranks #6 ( above Season 2, again) as their most viewed seasons. Another public information.

It becomes evident you're dealing with a fan of Anthony and Kate and Sophie and Benedict when it spills target hate for particular actors, with nonsense that is so painfully clear from a fandom member, a mere angry fan trying with a insane agenda.

That's the problem when someone has an agenda against some actors and some fictional characters, a TV show, specifically a season. They throw away logic and believe anyone.

There is no insider, you have actual market information and investors/ experts that are not even Netflix connected telling you the success of season 3. Anyone who works for the industry would know that. Lol

There is no inside information of actors from that person. All cast and crew, and connected workers, and adjacents from media, PR and more, have their words and testaments to the cast and crew openly at their socials, dismantling their obsessive nonsense, contradicting them. I contradict them, lol, as i've actually met some of them and know their work ethics and behavior.

And most importantly, the so-called ''insider'' is not even from or in the UK…yes, i know exactly what i am talking about. But for now, i wont publish. For now.

Just be aware of bullshit and propaganda with fanwar nonsense. You're dealing with someone who is simply a discontent Kanthony & Benophy fan, and a Simone fan and hater of other actors in the show ( VERY OBVIOUS THE TARGETED HATE), connected ( lol very much connected) to a blog who has adopted the name of "Anti" since the start, who hates Polin. Some people just want to create a narrative, and while they say that Benedict is the most popular and wanted character for the GA, try to justify an eventual less number say it would be S3 fault, when S3 actually revamped the numbers from S2 and had incredible profitability ( again, public data).

But be aware that we know with 100% certainty, people like that do not work for Netflix. They don't even have a clue what a netflix contract is and how it works.

Also, a warning: People should have their faces and real names on when they say things, responsibility is a must, don't you all agree? Sometimes people think they are protected under the anonymity of a tumblr url to lie their hearts out and become desperate later when they have to own personally, with their actual faces and real names, and social reputation, the stupidity of their words.

And in a more fundamental sense, grow up. Tomorrow, someone else can simply create a blog telling the opposite about your favorites, their work, their seasons, it's a game nobody wins when fans act that desperate and stupid, lying and manipulating.

Or worse: perhaps someone with actual information can start posting, and you wouldn't like what they have to say…reflect on that.

[rachetmath]

RWBY x Video games pt 2

Ruby: Okay so this time we were paired or geouped for some games. Me and my team were in Borderlands.

Jaune: Really? Which one?

Yang: All of them.

Jaune: *laughs* Okay. Okay. So who was right, the hunter or the deemed villains?

Ruby: Simple it was-

Weiss: Villains.

Blake: What?!

Yang: Babe we have to admit in a world like Pandora it might as well be the insane, and probably the most irredeemable place to live in.

Ruby: Doesn't matter. Jax is more evil than all those psychos. He knew what he was doing.

Weiss: Yeah but he was trying to get rid of psychos and provide people who are less crazy a safe place to live. Even though it's madness considering he’ll tax people.

Blake: What about the twins?

Yang: I mean shoot they were more of an after-product. They might as well represent that being a hunter ain't all what it is cracked up to be. Cause there will always be somebody bigger and badder who will one-up you in every way. Not just that they probably have brought more order to Pandora than we ever did.

Ruby: But-

Jaune: Okay! Forget I asked before you tear each other apart.

Ruby: Fine. Anyways what games were you guys in?

Nora and Ren: It Takes Two.

Yang: Oh. I mean it's easy considering-

Nora: No, we had issues.

Ren: A lot of them.

Nora: But the levels were beautiful. And Jaune.

Jaune: ?

Nora: If you ever want to talk I’m here.

Jaune: Hm.

Ruby: Wow you and Jaune have… tension.

Nora: I know.

Yang: Anyways, what about you, Jaune?

Jaune: O well I was by myself-

Emerald: Oh hell no. You lying ass bitch.

Weiss: Woah, hold on, Emerald why are you mad?

Emerald: I was with his pussy ass in the game. It took hours to get out.

Jaune: Cause you couldn't let me do my objectives.

Emerald: And make the game easier to where the Grimm will suspect us? No.

An incoming message saying, “The objective is to clear the game. The NPCs would have made his job hard enough considering there is no save button. You just made it more difficult for him by getting in his way. You could have stood still.”

Jaune: See.

Emerald: Well I gave you a fair shot.

Jaune: Please, it took you killing me I don't know how many times for me to even want to settle the score. By the way, I didn't appreciate the dry humping.

Emerald: Fuck you.

Jaune: Fuck you too. Don't be mad because I managed to outplay you. You are just trash.

Emerald: Okay. See-see we can fight. We can settle this now.

Jaune: Girl I will have you on your knees, begging. In fact I will have you scream my name and call me ‘Daddy’ like you ain't my daughter.

Nora: Are you two trying to insult each other or-

Emerald: Yes!

Jaune: Probably both.

Ruby: I feel disturbed to ask but what game was-?

Jaune and Emerald: Death Loop.

RWBY: Ew.

Nora: Gross.

Ren: I mean-no, I- I second that. Ew.

Emerald: *blushes* Shut up!

Ruby: Anyways where’s Oscar?

Oscar: Here.

Ruby: What game were you in?

Oscar: I wasn't in a game.

Jaune: What?!

Emerald: Don't tell me you have been sitting here the whole time.

Oscar: Yep.

Jaune: Oscar we are going through hell trying to stay alive. You didn't think to go and try to find us a way out?

Oscar: Sorry.

Jaune: Damn it!

Emerald: Stupid ass- Hazel made a damn mistake sparring you!

Jaune: Hey now don't get out of line.

Emerald: Or what?!

Jaune: I-

A door appears.

The message said, “If you two need to blow off steam then take a break here.”

Yang: Seriously? Like they are that tense to-

The door closes immediately with Jaune and Emerald gone.

Blake: *jaws dropped*

Weiss: They-they… impossible…

Ruby: Weiss claim down I sure-

Emerald: Ah~ Yes~ Harder. HARDER!!!

Ruby: Oh I hate being wrong.

Weiss: Fuck.

[thearchercore]

"I could write essays about how charles' relatable silly posts are part of his PR rebrand to create a stronger personal brand outside of ferrari like his PR moves are EXCELLENT"

Are you just going to be a tease and not write the essay? Because I would SIT DOWN for this essay.

he's an insane individual and with each new post on social he blows my mind. i have personal experience in PR and presenting an individual as a brand and let me tell you, the awareness charles has about himself is INSANE.

let's have a look at the subtle changes charles made in 2024 to his instagram:

here's his winter break feed from 2023:

out of all these posts, only one could be considered as "silly" (the pizza eating one, HOWEVER, it was part of a carousel that also featured serious pictures of his training).

now let's look at 2024 winter break feed:

i marked it on the feed itself, but he hasn't posted a single serious pic from his training in the dolomites (and he was on a 24hr skiing trip from italy to austria i may add so that would be a huge flex -- again no post). he chose to post a picture of him falling, a video of being insane and sliding down a mountain, and then eating an icecream in the snow.

now, re: his brand awareness, his lore goes CRAZY. back before christmas he had a Q&A on threads where he said his fave ice cream flavour was vanilla, people judged him. he went on to make a whole photoshoot with a vanilla ice cream. not many people would connect it, but it just shows how aware he is of what he shares with the general public.

he also now features much less ferrari on his IG. also worth noting that to match his feed, he wore exclusively red jacket during his winter training last year to match the other pictures where he wears the ferrari red suit. now, his feed is more neutral, less red for sure. i'm not saying it's him going to a different team. i personally think it's him building his own brand and trying to distance himself from being JUST a ferrari driver.

now, i made a whole post about charles and his relatable posts but just admit, would you be more likely to notice a post where he does something silly, unexpected, authentic, than a perfectly staged professional training photo? exactly.

in fact, his ice cream pics gained 1M likes SO FAST - he posted them around 6pm and reached a million likes before midnight. now it's on 1.6M likes. bear in mind he has "only" 13M followers. that means he manages to activate a huge number of his followers to engage with his posts. to compare, lewis has 35M followers. how many likes do his posts reach? around 700k likes if they aren't racing related. do you see how insane this level of engagement is?

he has a good understanding of the social media environment, and understands that showcasing his personality more rather than a crafted PR image works to his advantage.

he seems then more approachable, stands out in the crowd of other drivers.

also one thing that i noticed is how insanely well his branded posts do. branded posts underperform, that's a fact. but charles' branded reels get millions of views -- 12.8M views for the apm monaco promo, 25M views for his meta promo.

to compare other non-branded content, his piano reel from 22 weeks ago got around 7.7M views. ferrari posts that were co-posted by charles gain around 3-5M views if you look at the usual performance.

the pattern is clear -- charles is outgrowing ferrari and the brand that ferrari offers. the individual brand that he crafted for himself is getting stronger, and him and his team know how to navigate in it and capitalize on it. he no longer is tied to ferrari, or even racing. he can do well enough with a video of him playing a piano than a video of him scoring a pole position.

again, racing is in charles' blood and at his core, he's a racer, but having such a strong individual branding as an internet personality is a huge advantage when it comes to brand deals, sponsors, and the contract negotiations he could be having.

that being said, what you see on social media does not have to be reality. it can be a carefully crafted pr image. HOWEVER, charles also has a great advantage of the thousands of meetings with fans that claim he was incredibly nice. or meetings with partners, that always cannot stop complimenting how approachable and interested he was in person.

that also benefits him, people always want to root for/support people that are genuine in real life, and charles seems to live up to that expectation.

[mattszombie]

FAKING IT? || M.STURNIOLO

chapter 3

enemy!matt x fem!reader

As they stepped out of the locker rooms at the same time, their paths collided, and naturally, so did their attitudes.

“I don’t know why you’re walking like you’re the MVP,” Matt said, arms crossed. “Last I checked, you missed two shots.”

Tess scoffed, adjusting the strap of her duffel bag. “And last I checked, I scored four. Which is two more than you will in your game next week.”

Matt smirked. “That’s funny. Almost as funny as you thinking you’re the better captain.”

The bickering escalated as they walked ahead, completely oblivious to the fact that both teams had fallen in step behind them, watching with amused expressions.

“They seriously can’t go five minutes without arguing,” Ethan muttered to Chris, shaking his head.

Sophie, walking alongside the girls, smirked. “At this point, it’s just foreplay.”

Jordyn snorted. “One of them is gonna snap one day, and I don’t know if it’ll end in murder or marriage.”

That was when, mid-argument, Tess and Matt seemed to realize how quiet everyone behind them had gotten. They both whipped their heads around at the same time, eyes narrowing.

“What?” Tess demanded.

“Why are you all looking at us like that?” Matt added, suspicious.

Their teams exchanged glances, biting back laughter.

“Oh, nothing,” Sophie said innocently, nudging Jordyn. “Nothing at all.”

Tess rolled her eyes and turned back around, muttering under her breath. Matt just scoffed and kept walking.

By the time they reached the parking lot, the teams split up—most of the girls piled into cars heading toward Tess’s house to help set up, while the boys went off to do whatever guys did before a party.

Tess’s house was big enough to comfortably fit half the school, which made it the perfect party spot. As soon as they arrived, the girls wasted no time getting cleaned up, taking turns showering while others started decorating.

By the time 10 p.m. rolled around, Tess had finally finished getting ready, stepping out of her bathroom in a fresh outfit, only to find her teammates still talking about the one thing she didn’t want to hear about.

Matt.

“I swear, the tension is insane,” Jordyn said, setting out snacks on the kitchen island. “Like, if they don’t hook up by the end of the season, I’ll be shocked.”

“I think they already have,” Sophie chimed in, grinning.

Tess groaned, throwing a hand in the air. “Oh my god, can we not?!”

The room fell into silence for about half a second before Sophie smirked. “Aww, is someone mad?”

“Yes. Because all of you are delusional.”

Jordyn crossed her arms. “Okay, but if you did like him—hypothetically—”

“I don’t.”

“—you wouldn’t even admit it, would you?”

Tess shot her a glare. “No, because there’s nothing to admit.”

Sophie just exchanged a knowing glance with Jordyn.

“Sure, Tess. Whatever you say.”

Tess exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples.

-

Tess was drunk. Like, properly drunk.

She was perched on the kitchen counter, a half-empty red cup in her hand, absolutely screaming the lyrics to whatever song was blasting through the speakers. Her teammates were just as hyped, dancing around and laughing at how absolutely unhinged she looked.

That was when the front door swung open, and the boys’ lacrosse team flooded in. Among them, Matt, Chris, and Nick.

Nick wasn’t on the team, but as the photographer for both lacrosse teams—and the triplet who somehow managed to tolerate the most nonsense—he was always around. Tess actually liked talking to Nick. He was fun, easygoing, and most importantly, not an annoying, insufferable ass like his brother.

So, when she spotted him walking in, she immediately dropped the scream-singing act and grinned.

“Nick!” she slurred, dramatically reaching her arms out.

Nick laughed, walking over to her. “God, how much have you had?”

“Enough,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Not enough to be dead, but enough to make this party actually fun.”

He shook his head. “You’re a mess.”

“I am the mess,” she declared proudly, gesturing vaguely to the chaos around her. “But I’m a fun mess, so it’s fine.”

Nick just laughed, leaning against the counter next to her as she kept rambling about something ridiculous—probably a mix of game highlights, why she hated Matt, and some unnecessary deep dive into why red Gatorade was the superior flavor.

And then, of course, Matt had to ruin it.

She saw him approaching out of the corner of her eye, and the moment he got close enough, she instantly hopped off the counter and made a beeline for the next room without a second thought.

Matt blinked, looking at Nick. “What the hell was that?”

Nick barely suppressed a smirk. “What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

Nick gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah, and I’m straight.”

Chris, standing nearby, nearly choked on his drink, laughing as Nick just patted Matt’s shoulder and walked away, leaving him standing there, scowling after Tess like she was the problem.

The Drink Incident

Tess had successfully avoided Matt for a solid thirty minutes, which, given their history, was a personal record.

But, of course, peace never lasted long when it came to them.

She was in the living room, laughing with Jordyn and Sophie, when she heard his voice.

“Tessa.”

She exhaled sharply through her nose before turning around. Matt stood there, arms crossed, already looking like he was gearing up for a fight.

“What do you want?” she asked, already annoyed.

“You’re wasted,” he said flatly.

She scoffed. “And you’re observant. Congrats.”

His jaw ticked. “I’m serious, Tess.”

“Yeah? And?” She took a dramatic sip of her drink. “Last time I checked, you’re not my babysitter.”

Matt narrowed his eyes. “No, but maybe you should have one, considering how reckless you are.”

“Oh, please,” she laughed, shaking her head. “You act like you’re so responsible, but let’s not forget that you got caught sneaking beers onto the team bus last season.”

Matt smirked. “Still mad you didn’t catch me first?”

Tess rolled her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re infuriating.”

The tension thickened, the rest of the party slowly tuning in, sensing another classic Matt-and-Tess blowout.

And then, because she was Tess—and because she was drunk—she did something reckless.

She grabbed her drink and, without hesitation, threw it straight at his chest.

The room collectively gasped.

Matt stood there, stunned for half a second, his once-dry shirt now completely soaked. Slowly, he looked down at the mess, then back at her.

His expression was unreadable.

Until he took a step forward, and in a calm voice, said,

“Tessa, I’m gonna kill you.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, shi—”

Before she could react, Matt lunged.

In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist, hoisted her up, and threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

Tess shrieked, kicking her legs and smacking his back. “Matt! Put me down!”

“Not a chance,” he said, already walking toward the backyard.

“Matt, I swear to God—”

“Swear all you want, Tess. You’re going for a swim.”

The crowd erupted, following them as the realization set in.

He was heading for the pool.

Tess was screaming, pounding her fists against his back. “Matt, I swear to everything—you put me down right now!”

Matt just laughed. “Nah, I think you need to cool off.”

“TELL ME YOU WOULDN’T DARE—”

They stepped outside.

And the pool was right there.

A/N: im debating on publishing chapter 4 tonight or tomorrow