#also GOODNIGHT 🫂🫂

[birdietrait]

masha !

[abstractlesbian]

I think the routine my new job is giving me has been really good for my mental health but it's funnier to say Ive been too tired to be mentally ill

[arlerts-angel]

i love that you guys think of me as a fairy KISSES FOR ALL OF YOU

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

lol yes sorry

i have a small sauce pot for spaghetti but its too tiny to make the soup ™️ 😔

- 🍲 anon

yeah, you can't make more than like a few portions on one of those...

[pepprs]

dont worry abt responding to my messages!! they can be little trinkets for u to keep forever if u wanna :)))

dear anon… how could i not respond to THESE!!!!!!!!!! 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 you are the sweetest kindest most WONDERFUL soul. it is an honor to receive these beautiful letters and i hope you know how much i cherish each and every one. not just the words but the adventures you take me on and write up for the two of us!!! and the beauty and magic you help me to see in the world around me and the peace and love and love and love you conjure for me in moments when i cant find it or feel it so easy!!!! like idk i know i have no idea who you are outside of being dear anon and i only answer asks once in a blue moon but it truly means the world to me. TRULY.

your writing feels like all the best things, all the things i love most. like leaf piles in the fall and the pikmin bloom soundtrack (btw if you dont play that already i HIGHLY recommend it to you specifically, i think u would really like it and tbh you sending me these letters has the same vibe as my pikmin bringing me postcards from their adventures :"~DDDD!!! if you ever do join it please lmk i would LOVE to be friends and send you postcards and do adventures together!!!!) and frosting on cupcakes and twinkly dust motes in the sunlight and cumulus clouds and dogwood flowers and the way things made of glass refract rainbows and SUNLIGHT SUNLIGHT SUNLIGHT. and even that isnt cutting it. how magical it all is. like i wish i wasnt so exhausted so i could express it better but it truly is so... idk. NOSTALGIC! COZY! HOME!!!!!

so... in order to try to articulate it (and also show my thanks / return the favor / etc.), i am sending this letter along with a care package knitted with word and song and magic and light. enclosed please find:

wind chimes that sing like the sun hitting the lake (also i REALLY want to get a butterfly hair clip!!! i cant wear hair clips or anything else fancy in my hair bc of my mask headbands but id love to have one in case im ever able to wear it in the future 🥹)

a heart-shaped pebble from brighton, to add to your collection (btw i LOVE the part about how you lost them a long time ago but you love them so you remember what they look like. WAUGH. gut punch GUT PUNCH IN THE BEST WAY!!!!)

a mug for hot chocolate, so we can share some together when it gets cold again -- decorated with hand-painted stars in all colors!

a tiny needle to knit your sundust satchels -- like the kind youd find in pixie hollow or the tale of desperaux or something (also both things that have dear anon vibes to me and are also DEEPLY nostalgic for me!)

a recipe for starfait, with illustrations!! (also i LOVE that idea for a replacement for "tesscore"!! but i may end up using that for my personal tag on my undertale / deltarune blog instead bc its so perfect (and also im HONORED that u associate that with me 😭😭😭😭))

a crown and wand for you to wear to match the fairy queen mouse while you write the same kind of magic and comfort she brings!

a packet of magical flower seeds that sprout the most whimsical sweet-smelling flowers, with petals that are soft to the touch!

a hand-woven scarf in your favorite color threaded with shiny silver strands, like comets streaming through the sky (also i am SO late to say this but UNO REVERSE CARD re: your new years wish to me which is genuinely making me lumpthroated and teary eyed reading it again in AUGUST. you are the sweetest EVER. and also ive never played journey before but ive been interested in it for years!!! i'll have to check it out and/or watch a playthrough!)

a hummingbird sculpture on a long stick for you to plant in your garden among the flowers, to sing to them and to you! (also RE: your question about your vocal range -- it just means that you can cover a little over two octaves (the number after the letter is the octave it's in, and each octave is a span of c-d-e-f-g-a-b-c -- so your range starts at about halfway through the third octave and goes to halfway through the fifth!) i think your range is about the same as mine iirc so we can hum along with the hummingbird and all three follow each other's notes :"~D <3)

a golden acorn on a thread for you to wear as a necklace when we go to the bird tea party! (by the way, have you ever read the book ""until the last acorn "when the last acorn is found?" it's a BEAUTIFUL book and it made me cry reading it! i think you and the acorn people would get along very, very well!!)

a lantern made of jelly moonlight and silver foil stars (see: ilomilo chapter 4 :"~D) for you to carry on your walks through the dim nights (you can hang the stars in the sky, and they'll brighten the world and light at your touch!)

a copy of one of my favorite books of all time, "the ten thousand doors of january," which is so much about wedging cracks open into other worlds, and something i think you might like very much / resonate with too!!

a big, big hug.

dear anon: THANK YOU. for all these words and for being you. i dont know how i got so lucky to have you sending me these little trinkets but i will most CERTAINLY keep them forever. i hope you experience all the peace and love and love and love to infinity. may you always know and shine with the light you bring and the light you are.

[changif]

gn... my heart is so full and i love skz forever and ever

[ethernetmeep]

BREAKING NEWS: guy who when hes sleepy says “its sleepy time. its bedtime” & sleeps with stuffed animals also has the capacity to understand large words and philosophical texts if he is given enough time to process and think about them in his own unique way. what a surprise!

[overnowsfcb]

halfway out the door; fermín lópez

summary: fighting to keep a little flame alive underwater, you couldn't lose the only stable thing in your life

warnings: ANGST!!! (no good ending) mature language, mental health issues (panic attack, anxiety, emotional distress), relationship struggles, unhealthy dinamics, brief mention of smut themes. if any of these topics makes you uncomfortable, i advise against reading this story.

word count: 3,3k

note: hiii! it's me again, this time posting for my sweet boy (who is not as sweet in this story) fermín. im planning to do something with all the 1989 vault tracks x barça players. so take it as the first from the series!! also, apologies if the angst hits hard, promise to post fluff next time (its a bit of challenge for me haha) super excited about this and would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions! – venus 🫂💐🫧 p.s.: im so proud of this one tbh

He didn’t seem to have enough time for you anymore. You didn’t want to see the subtle twist, but you knew him all too well and an imperceptible change for everyone was an imposing earthquake in your world.

It was in the hours that your messages would be waiting for a response and the way he wasn’t starved to taste your lips anymore. Once, he’d find an excuse to be with you, even if only for brief minutes. He’d dash to your apartment bearing your favorite chocolate with the pretext of keeping you fed. A smile brightening and your stomach still produced the same fluttering butterflies, as the first time he kissed you underneath the moonlight at fourteen.

Back then, everything was perfect, the chill air in your faces as you ran with sand getting between your toes, you could still feel his timid hands and tender touch on your waist as you both shared a breathtaking kiss.

Your mother's words echoed - relationships don't last forever. You'd always dismissed her musings, attributing them to the bitterness stemming from your father's departure. But now, that thought held a glimmer of truth.

He was your soulmate, your solid backbone, he would hold the candles for you even if his arm grew weary, drawing strength from unimaginable places. Unseen pictures would fill his phone, capturing your candid moments, proudly setting you as his lock screen. One cherished memory stood out: a photo of you, pajama-clad, returning from a late-night ice cream run, a victorious smile on your face. You had lost a bet that day, darting to the store at 1 AM, just a street away from your building.

However, now everything appeared to be falling apart; the last picture in his gallery folder, titled 'I love, mine, mine, mine,' dated back to July, and it was already November. It contrasted the warmth of July with the chilling absence of recent affection.

Yearning for something to blame, tears seemed futile as memories replayed relentlessly, etched deep within your heart. Each sob felt like a painful reminder of the emptiness in the cold, desolate bed without him by your side. Staring at it blankly, your mind echoed the silent void, your chest tightening with every expelled breath.

Sleeping alone always felt unbearable. You reached for your phone, gazing at the lock screen displaying a snapshot of both of you in a summer pool. His outings with friends never bothered you; you accepted that he was now part of Barcelona's first team, and you weren't his priority. However, deep down, a simple goodnight message like "Sweet dreams, Pip, I love you" was all you silently longed for. Was it too much to ask from someone who claimed to love you?

The absence weighed heavily as you saw the clock strike 4 AM. This hour always induced a sense of dread, a time too late to sleep, opening the gates to wandering thoughts about life's choices. Moving to Barcelona for him might have been a hasty decision.

In Sevilla, there wasn't much to lose. Your little town overwhelmed you, especially under the weight of your living nightmare, your mother and her pursuit of perfection. That was until she married your toddler brother’s father, her focus shifted almost forgetting about your existence.

He was your escape from that suffocating environment. Initially, it felt liberating, but gradually, it became confining again. The cage expanded as you became his pillar while his name was in everyone’s mouth, especially girls who found him attractive. The weight of being his support, witnessing the attention he received, caused an internal storm. But he wouldn’t change you, right? Yet, the conflict brewed within, the tug-of-war between being the support he needed and holding onto your own identity.

You grew tired of waiting for him, tossing and turning in bed for ten minutes, before finally succumbing to sleep, cocooned in blankets to ward off the cold.

Abruptly opening your eyes, hours later, your body spasmed and your heart raced, reflecting the recent struggles with sleep these days. Observing to your side, relief washed over you; he lay there peacefully, an arm draped over your waist.

Tears welled in your eyes, a sense of loss filling your chest. Deeply in love, you realized your first waking thought was about him, albeit taking a negative turn.

What if I lose him? What if I lost the lighthouse in the middle of the sea? The uncertainty of the waters and the potential fall weighed heavily.

You wanted to get back to those times when you smiled as you landed your eyes, his body next to you, where blonde strands of messy hair framed his face and you delicately organized them while you talked and kissed every morning, staying in bed like an old married couple, feeling each other's warmth, laughter used to fill the air as he playfully booped your nose.

The weight of invisible hands squeezed your chest, making each breath a desperate gasp for air.

You didn't want to feel this anxiety; your breath became erratic. Rushing to the terrace, you breathed as if your mind forewarned a trailer of what has to be.

Struggling to regain control, your hands tightened on the cold railing, a reminder of the grounding reality you struggled to grasp.

Peering down, the height induced paralysis, intensifying your vertigo. "y/n, estás bien?" (are you okay?) His concerned voice, muffled and distant, struggled to penetrate the thick fog of panic, fear rooted you in place, afraid the floor would fall through if you made a step.

"Amor, háblame." (darling, talk to me) He approached, unsure. This panic attack was the first in years. His hand on your shoulder offered reassurance like an anchor, and you emerged from the state, meeting his gaze with your tear-stained eyes; he was still your gentleman. He was still yours.

And you needed to repeat it to stave off madness.

"Abrázame," (hug me) you whispered in a fragile plea. His arms enveloped you, he was the refuge that you needed; his familiar scent eased your breathing.

His head on yours, he sought to share his heartbeat, attempting to quell the sudden anxiety and the questions that haunted your mind. His furrowed brows hinted at his confusion, but conversation could wait. For now, it was about you. The one who never failed him; he couldn't fail you now.

When your body distended completely, he gently guided you back to bed. You clung to him, as if he could run away at any moment.

You walked to your side of the bed and he tucked you in like no one ever did before, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead, an attempt to dissipate the negativity.

“What time is it?” you inquired, looking up at him.

“Six a.m., sleep. ok?” He stroked your head, and your eyes closed under the weight of fatigue. “I love you so much.”

Days passed after the incident. He chose not to ask more about the reason behind your anxiety, he decided to act as if everything was fine.

This didn't imply he lacked concern for you, but it certainly felt that way. His demeanor towards you was still unchanged.

Feelings unaddressed hung in the air, manifesting in the cold kisses and the superficial small talk that never deepened. But, in front of everyone, you maintained the façade, accepting compliments from everyone about your seemingly perfect relationship. Only if they knew the underlying truth…

Yet, you personally sensed his gradual withdrawal, a palpable feeling of him slipping through your fingers. The strain became evident as you found yourself having to repeat things that were important to you at least three times, only for him to continually forget. Or the lackluster pecks he gave you, making you feel pathetic.

Although feeling unwanted, you weren't a resentful person, so you would religiously sit in the stands at every game and witness how he gained fan's hearts with outstanding performances on the pitch, earning the title of man of one of the champions league matches and you loved how the stadium echoed his name as he made an incredible goal.

You found joy in his happiness, doing his thing with the team of his dreams. In that moment, your mind transported into a different time – those moments when you stood by his side, offering comfort during his moments of self-doubt, back when he believed his dreams would forever be just that – dreams.

His satisfaction meant the world to you. Meeting him as he emerged from the dressing room, already showered, you couldn't help but admire how his wet hair framed his face.

A big smile adorned his face as he approached you. Opening your arms, your bodies collided as he effortlessly lifted you spinning around, creating a whirlwind of laughter that filled the air.

Once he gently set you down, you couldn't contain your pride. Cupping his cheeks, you locked eyes with him. The sense of accomplishment and joy was overwhelming. Your lips met his in a deep, meaningful kiss – one that hadn't been shared in weeks, but in that moment, it felt like the perfect reunion.

You believed this moment marked a fresh start, a much-needed rejuvenation to propel you forward. That optimistic outlook, however, disintegrated after he bid you farewell at your apartment, scrolling through TikTok on your couch, a video of his post-match interview caught your eye, and an involuntary smile crept onto your face.

His voice echoed through the video, captivating in its beauty. The interviewer's final question lingered in the air, "Who are you going to celebrate this with?" Anticipating a mention of teammates, family, and you, you were bewildered as the final words left his mouth – your name conspicuously absent.

And in that instant, the realization struck: he hadn't kept his promise to do a heart gesture to include you in his celebration either. But you decided to let it slide; perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through his veins that caused him to forget, and you were willing to overlook it.

You turned on the TV to avoid your thoughts. He no longer watched movies with you, and lately, the time you spent together felt like his phone held more allure than anything you did to catch his attention.

Without even mentioning that he wasn't fucking you lately, offering excuses of exhaustion from training or unexpectedly halting any progress when things got heated and leaving your folds wet.

But still, your mouth stayed shut, justifying every action. What you didn't know is that only one drop was missing in the glass before it overflowed – the last straw.

And eventually, the bomb exploded in the least suitable scenario. You stood by his side, his arm around your waist, desperately wanting to take his hand out and shout your feelings in front of everyone.

You didn't want to be there; you longed to be at home with your fluffy cat, who offered more comfort than Fermín did in these past months.

He was so smooth about it, engrossed in the conversation with his friends, seemingly oblivious to your distress. You whispered in his ear that you needed to get home, you weren’t feeling at your best, the strobe lights blinding you, the music pulsating louder than your heartbeat. It felt like water was reaching your nose, and you feared you'd stop breathing any moment.

Yet, you stayed, like a naive girl striving to make everything perfect for her lovely gentleman. But was still that gentleman who put you above all else?

The voices and laughter from his friends overwhelmed you. While you genuinely liked them and had never encountered an issue before, this night seemed a challenge you couldn't survive.

Your gaze darted around, hoping for a savior amid the sea of faces. But there was no one.

The air seemed to get thinner, and your chest constricted, as if locked in a slowly tight embrace. The blue dress discomforting your skin, felt like an additional layer of confinement, fantasizing to shed not only the fabric but also the skin beneath.

It was as if transparent walls were materializing around you, and this was the moment to escape a place to which you didn't belong, feeling like a misplaced puzzle piece, you watched him again with pleading eyes, silently urging him to notice you.

“Fer, really, I need to go home.” You whispered, careful not to let his friends overhear. He scanned your gestures, it took him a few seconds to realize that something about you was off. You wish he had seen it earlier.

Everything he did was later than you needed it, when he did the things, you have already fixed yourself into the uncomfortable.

“Okay, let's go.” He nodded and he finally took out his hand off your waist, allowing a momentary exhale. Greetings were exchanged with his friends and you reciprocated, not wanting to show an impolite image.

Almost running, your feet propelled you outside of the disco, pushing people out of your way, without waiting for Fermín.

The doors swung shut behind you, plunging the abrupt silence upon your ears. Relief washed over you.

Closing your eyes, you took deep breaths. You needed to hold yourself like the grown woman you were and not cry. As the doors swung open and closed again, you turned to find Fermín, a frown etched across his face.

“Why didn't you wait for me?” his voice held a trace of anger, making you shiver. Realizing the street wasn't the place for such a conversation, you began walking towards the car, your feet aching from the high heels worn that night.

He hurried to catch up, the tension palpable. When the car alarm reached your ears, signaling it was unlocked, you opened the door and entered as quickly as you could.

Sitting there, attempting to adjust to sudden silence, you sensed his presence beside you.

Leaning back into the headrest, you brought your hands on your face.

He started talking again. “What's going on you?” you hesitated to face him, reluctant to confront those expressive brown eyes you memorized like the back of your hand.

As he insisted again to hear a response, anger got to your head. Without warning, you exploded, all the carefully restrained words meant to preserve your relationship pouring into a torrent.

“I'm just so damn exhausted! I feel like I'm invisible. I ache to be seen, to matter in your eyes again. I’ve been here, baring my soul, and it feels like you're a million miles away.” Your scream echoed, tears smudging your makeup. You saw the weight of his actions settling on him as his eyes reflected comprehension. A sob escaped your lips, he stood frozen. “I'm just asking you to hear me, to truly see me, and realize that I'm shattering inside because I've already fought too much alone for the person who I thought I would marry.”

He shook his head, a boy who had always the right words now seemed that they left their mind, leaving him defenseless. A hesitant pause filled the car.

Lips parted, but the sentences seemed to dissipate before finding form. It was as if they were navigating a maze of thoughts, searching for the right words to offer comfort or understanding, yet coming up empty-handed.

You got tired of waiting, you've been doing it for such a long time, you almost felt old. But if he just opened his mouth, you knew you would forgive him. “Let's go home.” You whispered, disappointed about a man who you were calling the love of your life.

He gripped the steering wheel and hit the road. Memories flooded back of the anecdotes shared in that white car, now slipping through your fingers like ash.

You pondered the absence of rain, almost expecting the heavens to open up. Wasn't it obligatory for the sky to weep when something magical began succumbing to rationalism?

When you arrived at the house, he finally was able to speak. “I'm so sorry for everything that I caused you.” He didn't know if physical contact would be well received from you. So he gripped even more the steering wheel, needing to make something with his hands, getting out the tension.

“What happened to us, Fer?” your heart-wrenching question hitting him. You were already talking in past tense.

There wasn't an exit for this situation, and he knew that. He wished he could build a time travel machine and make everything alright, fix the first mistake that led to this big snow ball that was making an avalanche. “I-I don't know.”

“I think I'm coming back to Sevilla.” you confessed, stepping out of the car. Your headache due to the tears that you've been letting out and your eyes were puffy.

As you stood outside the car, the quiet suburban street provided a bleak contrast to the storm raging within your emotions.

Fermín, still gripping the steering wheel, searched for words that could somehow mend the gashes that had formed between you two. The realization of the inevitable distance settled on him like a heavy cloak.

“I never meant for it to come to this,” he finally uttered, voice heavy with remorse. “I let things slip away, and I can't forgive myself for that.”

You, caught between the pain and the need for resolution, gazed at him with a mixture of sorrow and longing. The familiar surroundings of the neighborhood seemed to transform into a backdrop for the end of something significant. You already knew you were never coming back here.

In the distance, a streetlamp flickered, casting intermittent shadows on the pavement. You took a deep breath, the chill in the air stinging your lungs, and said, “Sometimes, we have to go back to move forward.”

His eyes, filled with regret, met yours. “Is there anything I can do to make things right?”

But the answer remained unsaid, it wouldn't be fair to give him instructions and keep rowing and carrying him while he was just there. Wounds were already too deep and your energy was drained.

You turned away, the distance between Sevilla and this quiet street growing smaller in comparison to the emotional gap that now separated you two.

The door creaked shut, marking the end of a chapter that perhaps, in the unfathomable depths of your heart you didn't want to admit that you anticipated it.

In the solitude of your apartment, surrounded by echoes of shared laughter and the ghost of a love that once flourished, you confronted the daunting task of rebuilding your world. The faint glow from the streetlamp outside cast a melancholic light on the remnants of what was.

Fermín, still parked, felt the shared years withering in the blink of an eye, something you had been discerning for a torturing amount of time. The engine hummed softly, an averse companion to the lingering regret in the air. As he drove away, the distance between your hearts seemed insurmountable.

You watched as Blaugrana, your Calico fluffy cat, approached you unawarely of everything surrounding her, you sat on the wooden floor with her purring next to you. The sparkle of her collar made you remember how your life was bound to be lived with Fermín forever, in that collar your initials were carved. You didn't want to fall back to this cruel reality.

You even commanded yourself to religion to save your relationship, months before. Night after night, you poured the essence of your yearning into prayers addressed to Aphrodite, beseeching her to weave the threads of love and passion back into your relationship, to restore its former glory. Each whispered plea carried the weight of your sincere desire, a desperate hope that the goddess of love might heed your call and guide your connection to the blissful days of yore.

But even that didn't work. And you realized the hug of what you thought would be a fresh start unraveled into the deceptive clarity of terminal lucidity. Now you would hear the eternal melancholic tone of the complete loss of vital signs. Forever.

[ell-alexanderarnold]

Okay ı have one,trent going f1 with u and he jealous of u for some driver maybe carlos or lewis

Like fluff 💘💘 hope u like it ( i love ur works btw 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼)

I’m yours

Summary: When on the grid, Trent isn’t the only one who’s keeping an eye out for you.

Fluff

Note: Loved this request! And I hope you love this one too, enjoy 🫂 Also I thought about this song :) ⤹

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As a little girl you always sat watching Formula 1 on the tv. It was all so exciting watching the qualifying and of course the race the day after. You were always so blown away by how fast the cars were going and all the things that were going on and off the grid.

And your childhood dream is soon coming true. Trent knows your passion and love for Formula 1, it’s always something you talk about with him. You’ve watched so many races with him and every time you tell him how much you would love to go to one. Little did you know that he planned a big surprise for you in the meantime.

You woke up feeling kisses all over your cheeks and you groaned, annoyed at Trent for waking you up but it was the best thing in the morning.

“Trent I could’ve slept longer!” You complained and put the duvet over your head as Trent chuckled.

“It’s a big day today babe” Trent said as you got up from the bed, half asleep.

“No it isn’t, I have to clean the entire house and then I’ll watch the qualifying until I fall asleep” You chatted and sighed whilst you picked up clothes from the floor to put in the laundry.

“It’s only Saturday Y/n, we can clean when we get home” Trent consoled and you stopped in your tracks, turning around slowly looking at him in confusion.

“Get home from what Trent?” You asked him and he got out of the bed and walked towards you, smiling.

“You know Silverstone is this weekend?” He began.

“Of course I know that..why?” You wondered.

“I have this girl who really likes to watch F1, and I would love to take her to the grand prix with me” Trent revealed and you jumped right into his arms, squealing in excitement.

“Are you taking me to Silverstone!?” You gasped and he nodded watching you being the happiest girl ever, he’d never seen you smile this much.

“We’re leaving tomorrow morning, so you have all day to pack your stuff. Don’t worry about the cleaning, I’ll fix it” Trent assured and you went to find your suitcase, too excited about everything.

You spent the entire day packing and you were in your own little bubble while doing it, making sure you don’t forget anything. The last thing you put in your suitcase is your Mercedes cap, which you know will piss Trent off because he supports Redbull.

He sneeks up behind you and says “Sure you don’t want a Redbull cap?” And you stand up after closing your suitcase, staring at him.

“Yes I’m pretty sure” You answered and he helped you get your suitcase up from the floor.

Later at night you prepared to go to sleep, but it was hard. You were sure that the nerves would keep you awake, and you will only wait until you get to the circuit.

As you were lost in your thoughts while brushing your teeth, you felt his hands around your waist from behind.

“Are you excited for tomorrow, love?” Trent inquired and you laid your hand on his as you nodded, mouth filled with toothpaste.

He carried you to the bed, making you blush with all of his princess treatments. He placed you down and kissed you forehead with his soft pillow lips. Then he slipped into the bed beside you, ran his hands through your hair as you started to feel more tired.

“I love you T, thank you for surprising me. I can’t wait to experience this with you” You said and yawned.

“Anything for my girl, goodnight Y/n” Trent replied and you dozed off, your dream about to come true when you wake in the morning.

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You slept surprisingly well although you were full of nerves and excitement the night before. You got up from the bed smiling knowing what’s going to happen today. Your first F1 race, it felt surreal to you and you couldn’t believe that in a few hours you’re standing on the grid with your lover.

Trent was already up, preparing the last things before you two leave.

“Hey babe, did you sleep well?” Trent asked and hugged you once you walked down the stairs.

“Yeah” You simply responded and walked past him to get breakfast for yourself but Trent quickly led you away from the kitchen to the table where he had cooked breakfast for you.

You looked at him in awe and kissed his cheek, “You’re the sweetest person ever!” You exclaimed and then sat down at the table, not wanting to waste any time because you were leaving soon.

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A few hours later you entered the paddock, there were people everywhere wearing their team’s shirts and of course a lot of media staff taking pictures of your well known boyfriend. You walked beside Trent holding his hand tightly as you were walking down the paddock to get to the Redbull garage.

You were proud to be wearing your Mercedes cap in the Redbull garage even though you felt like everyone was watching you. Trent and you were guided around and a few mechanics told you about the car and Trent met up with Max Verstappen to switch shirts. You stood in the corner watching, trying not to freak out because theres a world champion in front of you. But that wasn’t really the world champion you wanted to meet. Your friends and family is aware of your support for Lewis Hamilton and you couldn’t help but try to find him today.

Max wished Trent good luck for the season he has ahead of him and you two went back to the grid.

“Trent… can we please go into the Mercedes garage?” You asked and hold your hand behind your back, hoping he would do it for you.

“Y/n I really want to go with you but I promised Marcell to follow him to the Ferrari’s. I’ll join you later okay?” He answered and you pouted. He gave you one quick peck on your cheek before running off to his brother.

And there you were on the grid, living your actual childhood dream.

You saw the garage, continuing walking towards it as you started to feel more and more nervous. The race didn’t start until one hour so you had some time to spend in the garage of your favourite team.

You got smiles from the mechanics and looked around your surroundings, it was exactly how you imagined it to be. Until you saw him.

You could see Lewis standing not far from you and you thought that you had not come this far just to look at him so you made your way towards him, trying to get the courage to ask for a photo.

You thought about how Trent would react when he sees the photo, you always dreamt about meeting a driver.

Slowly you tap his shoulder and he turns around with a smile on his face.

“Hi Lewis, can I ask for a photo?” You finally say and took a deep breath, trying not to mess anything up.

“Yes of course, what’s your name?” Lewis responds and you search for your phone in your purse, your hands almost shaking.

“Y/n” You said and smiled as you found your phone and took the picture.

“Y/n, lovely to meet you. Enjoy the race!” He expressed and shot a look at your cap.

“Thank you I will! Good luck” You smiled and noticed how he observed your cap, making you smile even more walking out from the garage to join Trent again.

You met up with Trent and you got to your seats to watch the race. You couldn’t wait for the race to start, and you thought it was more exciting watching it because Max didn’t get pole position as usual.

Trent held your hand as everyone on the track were fixing everything in the last minute, and it was only about time until they started the formation lap.

“You’re ready?” Trent whispered in your ear and it sent shivers down your spine. You looked at him and nodded as he leant in for a quick kiss before your attention was focused on the race.

-

The checkered flag was waving and the race was over. You can’t believe that you just saw an Formula 1 race. The crowd was cheering, two British boys on the podium, one of them was Lewis which you were the most happy for. Trent was happy with Max winning again and you could do nothing but to roll your eyes at him mocking you as he always does when Redbull wins.

As you and Trent stood by the exit and were preparing to leave, your eyes catches someone else’s eye. You could see Lewis glancing at you and you glanced back, your heart skipped a beat when your eyes made contact. You know you shouldn’t be doing that when you have a boyfriend, but you saw it as just a fun thing not knowing it will come with consequences. You could never forget how kind Lewis was to you and the way he noticed your cap, your inner child was jumping up and down with excitement for sure.

“Hey bro, is it just me or does your bird seem to have something going on with Mr. Hamilton” Marcell noted and Trent looked over at you, seeing that you’re completely lost in your own world with some other guy.

He felt the side of him come through that he knew you didn’t like, jealousy. You’re his, not some kind of driver’s girlfriend.

“Enjoying the view are we?” Trent spoke up and you jumped out of your little bubble turning your face to him as he placed his hand on your hip, marking you as his visibly infront of Lewis.

“What?” You replied, studying the look on his face.

“Oh nothing, we should get going Y/n” He simply said and you two started to walk and you took one last glance of Lewis Hamilton.

You didn’t know exactly what he meant by that comment but you knew that it couldn’t be good. It was something your mind had to think about but you already knew in fact it was painted all over his face, his jealousy.

-

Because of how far away from home you and Trent were, you decided to stay in a hotel in London for a few days. It was a nice cozy hotel room and a good way to finish your day was to take a shower and then go off to bed.

But as you stood in the bathroom applying your serum you could only think about what Trent said earlier. “Enjoying the view are we?”

Of course you enjoyed the view but what exactly did he meant?

Trent stood beside you and he had just finished brushing his teeth. You watched him in the mirror almost draining himself in his body lotion and you giggled for yourself, but you had to ask him about earlier.

“Hey T” You began as he looked up at you in the mirror.

“Yeah”

“You know when we were about to leave and you said that I was enjoying the view” You mentioned and he hummed in response.

“What did you mean by that?” You continued and met his eyes through the mirror.

“Someone couldn’t take their eyes off of Sir Lewis” He shrugged and you held yourself back from laughing, you found it so funny.

“Trent you’re joking right?” You chuckled and smiled as he rolled his eyes.

“I just didn’t like the way he looked at you” He told you and then walked up behind you, kissing your neck.

“You’re mine and mine only.” He whispered against your neck and it made you forget all about Lewis in one second. You leaned your head back, allowing him to kiss you all over your neck.

“So you were jealous?” You asked and he chuckled because he know you could read him well in those moments.

“I was” He admitted and you two walked out of the bathroom, both tired and just wanted to sleep.

As you laid down with him you thought whatever happens, if you see a cute man on a night out or if a guy comes up to you in the club, or in this case if a Formula 1 driver likes to have some sort of staring contest with you, no matter what you know who you belong to. You know that no one can love you like Trent do and in that way, you’re gonna forget about the little tension you and Lewis had.

“Trent, you know I’m yours right?” You soothed and cupped his face.

“I know you are Y/n” He murmured.

“And you’re mine” You added.

“Is that so?” Trent teased and you started laughing and he flipped you over so that you were lying on top of his chest and you eventually fell asleep, with a head full of dreams and a loving boyfriend who you know is going to stick around for a long time.

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello, goodnight 🫂

prompt 7 with Kunikida, female reader, pretty please? 😻

7. Cuddlefuck

{part of this series: part i, part ii part iii}

The sun was starting to come in through the window. The start of a new day. A whole new chapter in his life it seemed.

Since yesterday’s events of being discovered by the President about his and [Y/N]’s relationship, Kunikida felt like a page had been turned in his life as easily as one of his notebooks. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting when the President found them, but it certainly wasn’t what happened.

“So, how long has this been going on.”

“Not long…” [Y/N] muttered. Not looking at her father.

“A year.” Kunikida answered honestly. “A little more, but on and off.”

The president growled low in his throat. Causing Kunikida to flinch and [Y/N] to finally look at him. “And you kept this from me because?”

“Well at first it wasn’t anything serious.” She confessed. Which was true. “Then it just sort of happened.” Again, also true. Kunikida could not legitimately pinpoint when their relationship became serious, or even an relationship at all. It just happened one night and then there they were. On and off until they were eventually on the whole time, even when she was away. “By then it seemed silly just to tell anyone, and it was also no one’s business.”

Fukuzawa-sama leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. “Kunikida?”

“I’m sorry for lying to you, sir.” Though he technically didn’t lie, the sin omission was just as bad. “It was not my…our..intention. Though our intentions with keeping it a secret were not honorable, I would like you to know that my intentions with your daughter are very honorable. I love her. And I will do everything in my power to re-earn your trust in me as a subordinate and partner to [Y/N].”

[Y/N] looked shocked and quite moved by his words, but Fukuzawa-sama was quite stone faced. “For what it’s worth now, I would not have disapproved if you had just told me.” The couple looked surprised, but the president just leaned over his desk with his hands clasped in front of him. “You’re right, [Y/N]. It is none of my business. This does not effect the agency, your path, or Kunikida’s standing in the organization. I just wish you would have told me.”

[Y/N] hung her head. “I’m sorry daddy.”

“See to it there are no more secrets between us. Times are getting more challenging for our world. We must trust each other if we are to rely on one another, in these dark times.”

“Yes sir.” Kunikida & [Y/N] chime together.

“Good. Now please leave my office. Kunikida, take tomorrow off since your time was cut short with this off the clock meeting.”

“Yes sir.” He repeated, and escorted [Y/N] out as they headed to his apartment for the evening.

That was where he was not. Back at his apartment, like they had been so many times before, but it was all so different now.

Kunikida turned to look over at [Y/N]. Still asleep. A peaceful expression on her face, one he could make out even without his glasses. It wasn’t a secret anymore. He could tell everyone that they were together now. Tell the world. Kiss her in broad daylight like he wanted to.

Over come with the thought, Kunikida leaned over to kiss [Y/N] on her sleeping lips. Soft and pliable, they hypnotically open up for him at his prodding to kiss him back. “Kunikida….” He smiled when his name left her tired, kiss puckered lips. Wondering if she knew it was him or if she was dreaming of him. “What time is it?”

“Early.” He hadn’t looked at the clock but the light coming in was still pale. And although he had the day off, Kunikida's internal clock always woke him up at the same time, as if to get ready for the day. “Go back to sleep.”

“I was trying…” Her voice is slurred with sleep. Seeming to teeter between indeed falling back asleep and waking up. He kissed her again. Slow and lazy. Their warm limbs tangle around each other under the blankets. [Y/N]’s hips rocked up against him to feel his erection brush against her thigh. “Kunikida…”

He knew what she wanted by the way she said his name this time. He wanted it too. Kunikida tried to pretend that he was above such baser needs. Closer to his ideal refinement, but in reality he was just like any other man. Or maybe that was just [Y/N]’s effect on him.

He slid down the front of his sleep pants and brushed his bare cock over [Y/N]’s panty covered pussy. They both gasp. The seam of them was already damp as he rocked his hips between her thighs against that spot. Had she been having a naughty dream before he woke her up? Was he in it? Was that why she said his name?

His fingers hook into her panties under the covers and pull them down. Only one leg comes out of them, but that was all they needed. Kunikida hooked her leg over his hip and slowly pushed inside her. It was wet, and warm, and inviting. [Y/N] moaned before she tucked her head under his chin. The two of them just rocking and coiling together. Holding on to one another. It was bliss.

The goal was not to cum, as Kunikida’s only real goal was to be close to her, but it happens eventually. Messy and warm, they lay together still kissing before [Y/N] seemed to fall back asleep for a little while longer in his arms. He held her there a little while longer before he fell back asleep too. They could go tell the world later he guessed.

[birdietrait]

feeling mushy + running on 2 hours of sleep but i just wanted to say how much i love being here on simblr

[rubiehart]

🫂; 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 - send in a little information about yourself (hobbies, personality type, style etc.) and i’ll tell you which boy or girl you’re most compatible with

OKIE omg soooo my hobbies are knitting and crochet my friends say my personality is like if a bubble could be sharp, (they said it’s cause i’m soft and seem sensitive but i can be a mean bitch sometimes) id say im very yappy, i love to look good and put together it’s literally one of my hobbies. i love to lean to a more coquette style? i’ll add pics

i feel like you’re most compatible with pope!

pope would be so good with a sweet girl with an attitude, he’s one of the most rational of the boys so he’d talk it out with you instead of going straight to arguing back, but he’s got a bit of a mean streak too so he’s not afraid to stoop to your level if you’re not communicating your feelings properly to him.

pope is also a certified yapper!! laying in bed together at night and you both say goodnight, three seconds later you just hear pope like “did you know an ostrich’s eyes are bigger than it’s brain?” and that goes on all night.

also he would take great pride in having a pretty girl on his arm, pogues like him don’t normally get a chance with girls like you, because you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, so he tries so hard not to fuck it up.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Just noticed that the event starts /tomorrow/. I already sent 2 or 3 asks, I'm sorry! I should've paid more attention!

oh no no, it started as soon as i posted it! don’t worry, you’re good! it’s just currently my bedtime so i’ll first be properly answering the fun stuff when i wake up. although, i did quickly do a few a little bit ago that i queued up till then, but that’s a secret surprise, shhhh 😉

[swiftfootedachilles]

Asking again because I'm feeling a bit under the weather so here it is: How do you think Gallavich act whenever Mickey is sick?

Also, sending virtual hug with consent because I just read your recent post. Hope you feel better soon 🫂

hiii finally getting to this ask i hope youre feeling better now!!!

mickey would try to hide being sick and say its not a big deal. of course he ignores it and the sickness keeps festering until hes obviously very ill. ian rolls his eyes because this happens every damn time mickey gets sick. and mickey doesnt need to be sneezing all over their customers! so he has to stay home! mickey reluctantly takes cold medicine (he hates the taste soooo much and he has a couple negative memories attached to the medicine) and ian kisses the top of his head once he shows he swallowed everything even tho he didnt want to :(

ian and iggy (mickey swears hes just a temp he doesnt trust him to handle so much money without stealing a least some of it) are out doing their lil job while mickey stays at home napping, watching instagram reels of car crashes, sending ian random emojis to annoy him, and making ramen noodles using the keurig (he doesnt wanna wait for water to boil like a normal person). chicken ramen noodles. bc theyre the classic flavor and best for when youre feeling sick

ian comes home and does some cleaning while mickey takes his 7th nap for the day, then he wakes mick up to take more medicine. mickey doesnt wannaaaaaa it tastes bad and drinking water right after swallowing still doesnt get rid of the icky mouthfeel :( but he does it anyway and then sits in the living room talk-yelling to ian while he cooks dinner (more ramen but he adds some leftover chicken and frozen vegetables to it for substance.) mickey uses up all the hot water but ian doesnt even complain because the steam is good for opening up the sinuses

they lay in bed together, fingers twirling in damp hair, and mumble to each other about liam staying over next weekend. ian cant help himself and has to give his husband a goodnight kiss or two (or three or four or...) naturally, he wakes up the next morning with a sore throat

[ncoincidences]

all the fics I read this year, part II — drarry edition

Here's where you go for part I (jily). Drarry is my second top-ship of 2023! Personally, I am so awed by the drarry writers on here, their wonderful & unique fics out there, plus the many podfics! I hope to enjoy more podfics next year ❤️ For now I'm highly grateful to have read all these incredible fics which have comforted me during hard times ❤️🫂

Magic Man by @dracogotgame = dracogotgame - Draco is a Muggle Magic Performer, and Harry's sure he's using real magic, which he isn't allowed to do, and naturally sets up to investigate, but what follows is a fluffy romantic fic instead!

Tiny Dragons & Where to Find Them by @tasteofshapes  - Harry's tiny dragon is missing! It's with Draco 😳😏😍🥰

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead)* by dustmouth, nerakrose asexual Harry! This fic was so amazing, the vibes were soft and p calm ❤️

Far From The Tree by aideomai - GOSH THIS FIC. goodness where do i start. It's like enemies with benefits except we know we're not going to end up together because your future kids accidentally time travelled here and at least i don't end up in azkaban in the future also there's an evil swordlady trying to kill us all AND MORE. this fic has a great concept, amazing execution and a PERFECT ending.

Nice Things by aideomai - every drarry fic list must contain an 8th year fic! This one also has some interhouse friendships and the vibe is quite cosy. This is the fic where all the 8th years are accomodated in a house called 'Gatehouse'. Kind of gives off a bit of a 2012 Avengers fic, iykwim.

The Star Splitter by @oflights - ahsvgdjsknbvghk this WIP is the bane of my existence the object if my desires etc etc. Latest update has left me hanging! It is heart-healing but angsty at the same time, and has lots of world building. Features 35 yo drarry, plus lots of time-travelling. I'm putting a lot of trust in that "happy ending" tag!

if the bees know by fanfairmod, oflights - everything about this fic screams fall amd spooky season. it is cosy, starts a bit sadly but ends on a beautiful note. also feat. cute harry & scorpius moments!

go to it laughing by oflights - v cute meet-cute!!

along each garden wall by oflights - veela Harry! Feat. A Draco who wants to whisk Harry off in his hot air balloon and a time-stopping ship. It's funny and a nice read overall.

the first in line by oflights - so many misunderstandings in this one oh my god!!!! overall it's a funny and comfort fic feat. Vet!Harry 🤩😍

Close Behind* by oflights - angsty angsty fic! Betrayal, death, lots of worldbuilding and a gripping plotline!

Byzantine by oflights - alexa play jealousy, jealousy by olivia

What dreams may come by @lastontheboat  - i LOVE the unique concept this fic is based on! Amnesiac Harry has his memory regained by Healer Draco, but in the process they must have sex! The smut was incredible.

Assumptions by  @indigo-scarf - asexual draco with hurt and comfort that patches you back together!

Tomorrow by space_wingding - Harry and Draco are older, Harry's dying, Draco's a biographer, and this is how the fic starts. In the process of writing, they fall in love as they discover more about each other ❤️

It Was All Just a Game (Rewrite) by write_me227 - holy shit is this a ride. This is angsty, adorable, angsty, romantic, etc and has all the rockiness of a teenage relationship accompanied by lies and dark lords and wartimes. it had me totally under its powerful grip.

hear me (with your whole body) by @teacup-tai - this was an interesting fic, focussing on the intricacies of drarry, how miscommunication and not enough talking planted misconceptions in their minds about their relationship

[Podfic] GOODNIGHT FROM YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND by GallaPlacidia by greenmegsnoham, PhenomenalAsterisk - truly phenomenal podfic, so many fun moments and laughter! this was my first podfic, both the fic and the reading were great, i loved consuming fic in this form ❤️

*[Asterisk marks a fic i haven't completely read.]

[tiger-willow]

Farewell QSMP o7

(I’m not really good with words so I typed this out before the event just copy and paste)

[Translations will be available]

Hello qsmpblr I hope you are well. I only have one thing to say and that is:

Thank you so much Qsmp, the creators, the admins & ex-admins/other people who helped work on it and many, and also thank you yo the wonderful community!

I’ve been watching qsmp since the very first day and joined Tumblr/qsmpblr in July! It is something that I definitely do not regret at all! It’s changed my life, made me laugh, cry and find comfort during my sad times.

I learned about and started watching so many amazing creators from different languages because of qsmp! Not to mention I met so many amazing people here on Tumblr that I never would have met because of this server! This server made me want to learn Spanish, re-learned French and learn more and celebrate different cultures.

I’m very sad that it’s ending it especially ending so soon… but I’m glad theses creators are playing games with each other and talking to each other outside of the server. AND the fact that theses creators would have never even met because of qsmp is FUCKING CRAZY!

Again I’m going to miss the server so much but I will never forgot the memories we made. We’ve had good and bad moments in the community but we sure pushed through it! (Which is another reason I’m glad I joined Tumblr and not Twitter lmao)

To the admins if you’re reading this:

Thank you so much again to the amazing admins who helped the server and helped make this server something truly wonderful! You deserve most if not all the credit for your work on this project! You all deserve a long rest after all the great work you’ve done! :)

(Plus I’m making fanart for u)

And an extra special big thank you so much to Quackity! He’s the reason this server exists! He’s the reason for theses people being here! He’s the reason we become closer! I know and understand Quackity has messed up but the fact he was so passionate about this server and cared about the team and I’m forever grateful for that!

Thank you so much Qsmp and everyone who played their part in the server or community. I will never forget this server and it’s memories! I’ll be heading off now.

Goodbye/Goodnight everyone and I love you all ❤️🫂 :) -Tiger

Adiós QSMP o7/Despedida QSMP o7/Adieu QSMP o7/안녕 QSMP o7/Auf Wiedersehen QSMP o7

ES: Hola qsmpblr espero que estés bien. Sólo tengo una cosa que decir y es:

¡Muchas gracias Qsmp, los creadores, los administradores y ex administradores/otras personas que ayudaron a trabajar en ello y muchos más, y también gracias a la maravillosa comunidad!

¡He estado viendo qsmp desde el primer día y me uní a Tumblr/qsmpblr en julio! ¡Es algo de lo que definitivamente no me arrepiento en absoluto! Cambió mi vida, me hizo reír, llorar y encontrar consuelo en mis momentos tristes.

¡Aprendí y comencé a ver a tantos creadores increíbles de diferentes idiomas gracias a qsmp! ¡Sin mencionar que conocí a tanta gente increíble aquí en Tumblr que nunca habría conocido gracias a este servidor! Este servidor me hizo querer aprender español, volver a aprender francés y aprender más y celebrar diferentes culturas.

Me entristece mucho que esto termine, especialmente, que termine tan pronto... pero me alegra que estos creadores estén jugando entre ellos y hablando entre ellos fuera del servidor. ¡Y el hecho de que estos creadores nunca se hubieran conocido debido a qsmp es PINCHE LOCO!

Nuevamente voy a extrañar mucho el servidor, pero nunca olvidaré los recuerdos que creamos. Hemos tenido buenos y malos momentos en la comunidad, ¡pero seguro que lo superamos! (Que es otra razón por la que me alegro de haberme unido a Tumblr y no a Twitter lmao)

A los administradores si están leyendo esto:

¡Muchas gracias nuevamente a los increíbles administradores que ayudaron al servidor y ayudaron a hacer de este servidor algo realmente maravilloso! ¡Te mereces la mayor parte, si no todo, el crédito por tu trabajo en este proyecto! ¡Todos os merecéis un largo descanso después del gran trabajo que habéis realizado! :)

(Además, estoy haciendo fanart para ti)

¡Y muchas gracias muy especiales a Quackity! ¡Él es la razón por la que existe este servidor! ¡Él es la razón por la que estas personas están aquí! ¡Él es la razón por la que nos volvemos más cercanos! Sé y entiendo que Quackity se ha equivocado, pero el hecho de que le apasionara tanto este servidor y se preocupara por el equipo, ¡siempre estaré agradecido por eso!

Muchas gracias Qsmp y a todos los que desempeñaron su papel en el servidor o la comunidad. ¡Nunca olvidaré este servidor y sus recuerdos! Me iré ahora.

Adiós/Buenas noches a todos y los amo a todos ❤️ 🫂 :) -Tiger

PR: Olá qsmpblr espero que você esteja bem. Só tenho uma coisa a dizer e é:

Muito obrigado Qsmp, os criadores, os administradores e ex-administradores/outras pessoas que ajudaram a trabalhar nele e muitos, e também obrigado à comunidade maravilhosa!

Tenho assistido o qsmp desde o primeiro dia e entrei no Tumblr/qsmpblr em julho! É algo que definitivamente não me arrependo! Mudou minha vida, me fez rir, chorar e encontrar conforto nos momentos tristes.

Aprendi e comecei a assistir tantos criadores incríveis de diferentes idiomas por causa do qsmp! Sem falar que conheci tantas pessoas incríveis aqui no Tumblr que nunca teria conhecido por causa desse servidor! Este servidor me fez querer aprender espanhol, reaprender francês e aprender mais e celebrar diferentes culturas.

Estou muito triste que esteja terminando, especialmente tão cedo… mas estou feliz que esses criadores estejam jogando uns com os outros e conversando fora do servidor. E o fato de que esses criadores nunca teriam se conhecido por causa do qsmp é MUITO LOUCO!

Mais uma vez vou sentir muita falta do servidor, mas nunca esquecerei as lembranças que fizemos. Tivemos momentos bons e ruins na comunidade, mas com certeza superamos isso! (Qual é outra razão pela qual estou feliz por ter entrado no Tumblr e não no Twitter, lmao) Para os administradores, se você estiver lendo isto:

Muito obrigado novamente aos incríveis administradores que ajudaram o servidor e ajudaram a tornar este servidor algo verdadeiramente maravilhoso! Você merece a maior parte, senão todo o crédito pelo seu trabalho neste projeto! Todos vocês merecem um longo descanso depois de todo o excelente trabalho que realizaram! :))

(Além disso, estou fazendo fanart para você)

E um grande obrigado extra especial ao Quackity! Ele é a razão pela qual este servidor existe! Ele é a razão dessas pessoas estarem aqui! Ele é a razão pela qual nos tornamos mais próximos! Eu sei e entendo que Quackity estragou tudo, mas o fato de ele ser tão apaixonado por este servidor e se preocupar com a equipe e serei eternamente grato por isso!

Muito obrigado Qsmp e todos que fizeram sua parte no servidor ou na comunidade. Nunca esquecerei este servidor e suas memórias! Eu vou partir agora.

Adeus/Boa noite a todos e eu amo todos vocês ❤️ 🫂 :)) -Tiger

FR: Bonjour qsmpblr j'espère que vous allez bien. Je n'ai qu'une chose à dire et c'est :

Merci beaucoup Qsmp, les créateurs, les administrateurs & ex-administrateurs/autres personnes qui ont aidé à travailler dessus et bien d'autres, et merci également à la merveilleuse communauté !

Je regarde qsmp depuis le tout premier jour et j'ai rejoint Tumblr/qsmpblr en juillet ! C’est quelque chose que je ne regrette absolument pas du tout ! Cela a changé ma vie, m’a fait rire, pleurer et trouver du réconfort dans mes moments tristes.

J'ai découvert et commencé à regarder tant de créateurs incroyables de différentes langues grâce à qsmp ! Sans oublier que j'ai rencontré tellement de gens extraordinaires ici sur Tumblr que je n'aurais jamais rencontré à cause de ce serveur ! Ce serveur m'a donné envie d'apprendre l'espagnol, de réapprendre le français et d'en apprendre davantage et de célébrer différentes cultures.

Je suis très triste que cela se termine, surtout si tôt… mais je suis heureux que ces créateurs jouent à des jeux entre eux et se parlent en dehors du serveur. ET le fait que ces créateurs ne se seraient jamais rencontrés à cause de qsmp est FUCKING FOLLE !

Encore une fois, le serveur va beaucoup me manquer mais je n'oublierai jamais les souvenirs que nous avons créés. Nous avons vécu de bons et de mauvais moments dans la communauté, mais nous avons réussi à nous en sortir ! (C'est une autre raison pour laquelle je suis content d'avoir rejoint Tumblr et non Twitter lmao)

Aux administrateurs si vous lisez ceci :

Merci encore beaucoup aux incroyables administrateurs qui ont aidé le serveur et contribué à faire de ce serveur quelque chose de vraiment merveilleux ! Vous méritez la plupart, sinon la totalité, du mérite pour votre travail sur ce projet ! Vous méritez tous un long repos après tout l’excellent travail que vous avez accompli ! :))

(En plus, je fais des fanarts pour toi)

Et un grand merci tout spécial à Quackity ! C'est la raison pour laquelle ce serveur existe ! C’est la raison pour laquelle ces gens sont ici ! C’est la raison pour laquelle nous nous rapprochons ! Je sais et je comprends que Quackity a tout gâché, mais le fait qu'il soit si passionné par ce serveur et se soucie de l'équipe et je lui en serai éternellement reconnaissant !

Merci beaucoup Qsmp et à tous ceux qui ont joué leur rôle dans le serveur ou la communauté. Je n’oublierai jamais ce serveur et ses souvenirs ! Je vais partir maintenant.

Au revoir/bonne nuit à tous et je vous aime tous ❤️ 🫂 :)) -Tiger

KR: 안녕하세요 qsmpblr 잘 지내시길 바랍니다. 제가 드릴 말씀은 딱 하나뿐입니다.

Qsmp, 창작자, 관리자, 전 관리자/작업에 도움을 주신 많은 분들께 감사드립니다. 그리고 멋진 커뮤니티에도 감사드립니다!

저는 첫날부터 qsmp를 시청해왔고 7월에 Tumblr/qsmpblr에 가입했습니다! 전혀 후회하지 않는 일이에요! 그것은 내 인생을 변화시켰고, 슬픈 시간 동안 나를 웃고 울게 만들고 위로를 찾게 만들었습니다.

저는 qsmp 덕분에 다양한 언어를 사용하는 수많은 놀라운 크리에이터에 대해 배우고 시청하기 시작했습니다! 말할 것도 없이, 이 서버 때문에 결코 만나지 못했을 멋진 사람들을 여기 Tumblr에서 너무 많이 만났습니다! 이 서버 덕분에 저는 스페인어를 배우고, 프랑스어를 다시 배우고, 더 많은 것을 배우고 다양한 문화를 기념하고 싶었습니다.

특히나 너무 빨리 끝나서 너무 아쉽지만... 이 창작자들이 서버 밖에서도 서로 게임도 하고 대화도 나누는 게 기쁘네요. 그리고 이 제작자들이 qsmp 때문에 한 번도 만난 적이 없다는 사실은 정말 미친 짓입니다!

또 서버가 너무 그리워지겠지만 우리가 만든 추억은 절대 잊지 못할 것 같아요. 우리는 커뮤니티에서 좋은 순간과 나쁜 순간을 겪었지만 확실히 이겨냈습니다! (트위터가 아니라 Tumblr에 가입한 것이 다행인 또 다른 이유입니다 lmao)

이 글을 읽고 계시다면 관리자에게:

서버를 돕고 이 서버를 정말 멋진 서버로 만드는 데 도움을 준 놀라운 관리자에게 다시 한 번 감사드립니다! 당신은 이 프로젝트에 대한 당신의 노력에 대한 ��든 공로를 인정받을 ��격이 있습니다! 여러분 모두는 여러분이 이룩한 모든 위대한 일을 마치고 긴 휴식을 취할 자격이 있습니다! :))

(그리고 나는 당신을 위해 팬아트를 만들고 있습니다)

그리고 특별히 Quackity에게 정말 감사드립니다! 이 서버가 존재하는 이유입니다! 이 사람들이 여기 있는 이유가 바로 그 사람이에요! 우리가 더 가까워지는 이유죠! 나는 Quackity가 엉망이 된 것을 알고 이해하지만 그가 이 서버에 대해 너무나 열정적이고 팀에 관심을 갖고 있다는 사실에 대해 영원히 감사드립니다!

Qsmp와 서버나 커뮤니티에서 자신의 역할을 해주신 모든 분들께 진심으로 감사드립니다. 나는 이 서버를 결코 잊지 않을 것이며 그것은 추억입니다! 이제 출발하겠습니다.

모두 안녕/잘자요 그리고 모두 사랑해요 ❤️ 🫂 :)) -Tiger

DE: Hallo qsmpblr, ich hoffe, es geht dir gut. Ich kann nur eines sagen und das ist:

Vielen Dank an Qsmp, die Ersteller, die Administratoren und ehemaligen Administratoren/anderen Leute, die bei der Arbeit daran mitgeholfen haben, und vielen Dank auch an die wunderbare Community!

Ich schaue qsmp seit dem ersten Tag und bin im Juli Tumblr/qsmpblr beigetreten! Das ist etwas, was ich auf keinen Fall bereue! Es hat mein Leben verändert, mich zum Lachen und Weinen gebracht und mir in meinen traurigen Zeiten Trost gegeben.

Dank qsmp habe ich so viele tolle YouTuber aus verschiedenen Sprachen kennengelernt und angefangen, sie anzuschauen! Ganz zu schweigen davon, dass ich hier auf Tumblr so viele tolle Leute kennengelernt habe, die ich aufgrund dieses Servers nie getroffen hätte! Dieser Server hat in mir den Wunsch geweckt, Spanisch zu lernen, Französisch neu zu lernen und mehr zu lernen und verschiedene Kulturen zu feiern.

Ich bin sehr traurig, dass es zu Ende geht, vor allem, dass es so bald endet … aber ich bin froh, dass diese Schöpfer miteinander spielen und außerhalb des Servers miteinander reden. UND die Tatsache, dass sich diese Schöpfer dank qsmp nie kennengelernt hätten, ist VERDAMMT VERRÜCKT!

Auch hier werde ich den Server so sehr vermissen, aber ich werde die Erinnerungen, die wir gemacht haben, nie vergessen. Wir hatten gute und schlechte Momente in der Community, aber wir haben es auf jeden Fall geschafft! (Das ist ein weiterer Grund, warum ich froh bin, dass ich Tumblr beigetreten bin und nicht Twitter lmao)

An die Administratoren, wenn Sie dies lesen:

Nochmals vielen Dank an die großartigen Administratoren, die dem Server geholfen und dabei geholfen haben, diesen Server zu etwas wirklich Wunderbarem zu machen! Ihnen gebührt die meiste, wenn nicht sogar die ganze Anerkennung für Ihre Arbeit an diesem Projekt! Sie alle haben nach all der großartigen Arbeit, die Sie geleistet haben, eine lange Pause verdient! :))

(Außerdem mache ich Fanart für dich)

Und ein ganz besonderes großes Dankeschön an Quackity! Er ist der Grund, warum dieser Server existiert! Er ist der Grund dafür, dass diese Leute hier sind! Er ist der Grund, warum wir uns näher kommen! Ich weiß und verstehe, dass Quackity es vermasselt hat, aber die Tatsache, dass er so leidenschaftlich für diesen Server war und sich um das Team kümmerte, und dafür bin ich auf ewig dankbar!

Vielen Dank Qsmp und allen, die ihren Teil zum Server oder zur Community beigetragen haben. Ich werde diesen Server und seine Erinnerungen nie vergessen! Ich mache mich jetzt auf den Weg.

Auf Wiedersehen/Gute Nacht allerseits und ich liebe euch alle ❤️ 🫂 :)) -Tiger