#and jr is so fucking stupid in the best way ever i need him

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Does Gabriel Cannon know that I want him carnally? I will also accept Robert Lamar Stafford Jr.

[luvneymar]

(3) THE BIRDS AND THE BEES — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: You and Neymar have to explain how babies are made to Davi, after the conversation you both reminisces about how your baby girl got here.

“Mommy I have a question.” Davi asked in a quiet voice. Davi has been weird all day asking you things just to say “nevermind” before a chance to express himself.

“Yes baby? You’ve been weird all day. Is there anything going on?” You asked him with a worried look on your face

“Uh, How did you get Valentina inside your belly? Did you swallow her?” Davi asked with an innocent smile. You smiled back at him so hard as you tried not to choke on your own spit. Neymar had been away for training today so it was just you and him.

“Huh, Okay. Uh Davi? Why don’t we wait till papa is here so we can explain it together?” You needed time to find an excuse that wasn’t to far from the truth, age appropriate & kid-friendly all in… 30 minutes, glancing at your watch.

“Okay!” As davi ran off to play with his toys you picked at your fingernails walking back and forth wondering how you could make Neymar fucking you into a sex coma as PG as possible.

As the clock ticked the less your braincells produced ideas. Figuring that calling Ney and telling him the situation before he arrived home would be the best idea.

The moment you reached to dial his number the front door had opened and Neymar had walked in. Oh Thank God. “Boa noite, família!” [Good Evening family!] Neymar placed his duffle bad in the hallways and plopped himself on to the couch.

Pulling you onto his lap sitting sideways he pulled you in for a kiss before calling out to his son. “Davi! I’m home!” He yelled out caressing your sore back. Ever since the pregnancy began he’s notice how tense you got in your back and shoulders and made it a mission to ease that tension almost every day.

The pitter patter of Davi’s small feet hit the floorboards as he came running to his dad and mom. “Hi daddy!” Neymar pulled him onto his other thigh and wrapped his hands around the both of you. “Mama can you and daddy pleasee answer my question?”

Neymar looked at you in confusion and whispered into your ear with a raspy voice. “what question?” You got shivers down your spine just thinking about what the outcome was when he last used that voice on you.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself Davi?” You tried as hard as you could to ignore any time of hormones that would arise while thinking about this topic let alone explaining it. Stupid pregnancy brain.

“Daddy I asked mama, How did she get Valentina inside her belly? Did she like swallow her?” Davi asked with an unsure voice hoping his baby sister wasn’t swallowed to be convinced.

Upon hearing that Neymar tried so hard not to laugh but hearing the last part made him burst out into a fit of laughter. You smacked him in his shoulder multiple times unable to control the smile on your face.

“Valentina was made when mommy and daddy were out and mommy had to many shots of tequila, soon after that mommy took off-.”

You elbowed him in the side and sent a nasty glare his way making sure he got the message as to not give 4 year old Davi the details about how your babygirl was conceived. “Sorry Sorry, Valentina was made when mommy and daddy were playing a game called horsey.”

“Oh, Can I play?” Davi asked innocently, You almost choked on your spit before shaking your head multiple times at Davi. “Oh no,no,no Davi baby you can’t, it’s for… Older people. Like me and daddy!”

“aww, are you sure I can’t play?” Davi pouts and looks up at you both with his big brown eyes. “I’m sure Davi.” Your short and firm answer made Davi drop the topic all together.

“Okay fine, bye mommy, bye daddy.” He ran off to play with his toys leaving you and Neymar alone in the common room. You turned to look at him just admiring his facial features.

“Something on my face princesa?” Neymar asks before turning to look at you. Shaking your head and scooting closer you put your head on his shoulder and drew circles around his abs.

“Are you trying to tempt me?”

“Maybe, Maybe not. The actual question here is… If I do, what are you gonna do about it?”

Neymar turned his head and poked his tongue at his cheek with a cocky look on his face. “The last time we went through this you ended up with Valentina. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Actually…No!” You get up and run towards the hallway with Neymar not being that far behind you. Turning the corner was the guest bathroom and you ran into it barely closing the door on Neymar’s face.

“Open the door princesaa! Lemme in. I promise I won’t do anything.”

“Yes you will! You’re gonna kiss me, then touch my boobs, then it’ll lead to very bad things, so no!” You yell out in a playful manner tempting Neymar to think of dirty things.

“But you have amazing boobs.” Neymar stated using the voice of an intellectual. You couldn’t help but laugh at the voice he used explains how boobs are the greatest creation.

“Don’t tempt me Mr. Santos, you just wanna get in my pants. The doctor did say that sex this late into a pregnancy is just begging for pre-term labor.”

“I’m not! I promise I will never do anything to harm our precious Vale.” He placed his hand on his heart hoping you’d be convinced. You opened the door just enough to see his face before slowly opening the door and letting him in.

“Thank you princesa. I you know I could never be kept from you too long. I’d go insane.” He kissed your forehead before placing his forehead on yours & placing his hands on your waist sliding it down to your hips.

He dipped his hand into your underwear waistband snapping it against your pelvis. “HEY!” you shouted pulling away. “way to ruin the mood.” you pinched his side and walked away to sit on the edge of the bathroom.

“Sorry.” He muttered before following you sitting on the carpet below you. You caressed your pregnant belly soothing your baby. You took neymar’s hand and placed it on your stomach so he can feel his baby kick.

“Valentina is gonna be here soon isnt she?” He continued caressing your stomach feeling her movement and you smiled softly. He’s been so good with Davi even as a teen dad. It felt like yesterday when you gave birth to Davi as a teen mom dating your first love; an universal superstar.

“2 months left till she’s here. You know it felt like yesterday that you and I were just freaking out about being teen parents.” You confessed, that was a point in your life that was both traumatic & joyful.

“Yeah, seeing Davi for the first time just made all my doubts go away about being a teen dad” You smiled at the memory of seeing your baby boy for the first time and that sense of relief just washing over you.

You both sat in silence just enjoying each other’s presence. “You still tryna get into my pants?” You look down at him with a glare smacking his hand away that that tempted to ease into your underwear.

“Just had to see if that was still an option.” He laughed and stuck his tongue out with a cheeky grin. “Well it isn’t.” You pouted, standing up from the edge of the bathtub you begun to walk to the mirror and stared at yourself.

Neymar was right behind you stopping right behind you, he kissed your neck and looked at you through the mirror gripping your hips.“Once my last season at Santos is over, i’m gonna make you my Mrs. Santos. I promise.”

“Mmh, Really? You promise?”

“Really, I promise” He turned you around and kissed your lips gripping the side of your face, he pulled away leaving little room between your face. “Are you gonnna kiss me like that at our wedding?”

“Nope.” He smirks with a proud look on his face.

“Nope?” You raised your eyebrows at him putting your hands on your hips.

“No. Because if I do we’ll just end up fucking like rabbits at the alter.” You both looked at each other before bursting out into laughter. As you laughed you took in what he said and stopped laughing.

“Alter? Who said we’re getting married an alter?” You asked with confusion, the place of your wedding was always important to you even since you were a little girl. You always imagined it be at at a [place] or at a [religious building]

“what?” Neymar looked at you with a surprised face as you did the same. It’s funny because 5 minutes before you both were making marriage plans and now it seemed as if you didn’t know the man you were standing in-front of anymore.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

"Friends/coworkers to lovers" with rdj x female!reader, you decide the path, just fluff or fluff/smut... but like my nonnie friend, "I want to live the cliche of cliches" with the most precious, kind and gentle human being in the world 🥺

Precious

PAIRING | Robert Downey Jr. x Assistant!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.1K

SUMMARY | Your girl's night turns unexpectedly when you accidentally butt-dial your boss, Robert, and he hears you confess your feelings towards him. Ever since that moment, he's trying to impress you every chance he gets, and when you finally talk about it with him, your life just turns out perfect.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. RPF, coworkers to lovers, mutual pining, swearing, accidental butt-dialing, jealous RDJ, smut ( a little bit of teasing, fingering, protected sex ).

A/N | Thank you for this sickeningly sweet request Nonnie, because I believe I've pulled almost all of the clichés out of the closet for this one heheh, but my goodness, was it a fun one to write! I hope you will enjoy what I did with this one 🖤

A/N 2.0 | I want to give extra special thanks to @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me develop ideas for this one! It's always great to work together; this one turned out amazing because of you!

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Robert Downey Jr. Masterlist

''Here you go,'' you say to your best friend, Avery, as you hand her a glass of white wine. Tonight is your night off, and you plan on having an uninterrupted girl's night with her.

''Thank you! I needed this after the week I've had,'' she groans as you let yourself sink into your couch, your glass in hand. She tells you all about her breakup - the reason she visited you in the first place.

''So, is there anything new in your love life?'' Avery asks, and you sigh as you shuffle in your place a little bit, and unbeknownst to you, you accidentally butt-dial Robert.

''Precious? Is everything okay? You know it's your day off-'' Robert says, but of course, you don't hear him, but he can hear everything you're saying though.

''So... you know my boss, Robert. Who doesn't know him?! But that's beside the point. Well, I've been in love with him for the bigger part of a year?'' you phrase it as a question, even though you know damn well it's true.

''But...?'' Avery asks.

''But I'm afraid that if I tell him, he'll fire me, and I'd be left without a job,'' you sigh. Robert feels his heart hurt slightly at the thought that you'd even think he'd fire you. You're the best assistant he could ever wish for, and he would never find anyone better than you. Not that he'd want to, of course.

''I'm sure he would never do that; you've been his assistant for nearly a decade!'' Avery says, and you know she's right, but it still doesn't change your thoughts.

Robert feels a little twang in his chest as he hears the way you think, and he's already planning on ways to make you feel better and make a move at the same time.

You sigh softly before taking a big gulp of your wine and closing your eyes for a second so that you can think about your options.

''I've been thinking about talking to him since I practically tell him every single thing, but telling him I've been head over heels with him, that I can't fucking think straight, and all I can think about is him bending me over the back of the couch and just rail me like there's no tomorrow,'' you say, and Avery just nods.

''And the worst of all is that he invited me as his date to a charity event, and my stupid brain somehow can't comprehend that it's just an evening of work and not an actual date,'' you vent.

''Babe, you should talk to him about this because this isn't healthy! I am one hundred percent sure you won't lose your job if you do; he's a reasonable man,'' Avery says, and after hearing those words, Robert hangs up, feeling guilty that he kept listening for so long.

If only he kept listening...

''You're right; it's just that I'm afraid of losing him more than my job. I can easily find another job anywhere else, but I will never find another Robert...'' you say before throwing back the rest of your wine and quickly filling it up with more.

The rest of the evening is spent gossiping until you're both too tired to keep your eyes open, so Avery decides to sleep over at your apartment just to be safe. She doesn't tell you she doesn't want you to be alone right now.

''Hi, Precious!'' Robert says as he's walking over to you, as you're seated in a coffee shop where the two of you are taking some time to catch up about non-work related things.

''Hi Robert,'' you say with a big smile as he sits down, and you push his coffee order towards him, together with a pastry for the two of you to share.

''What would I ever do without you?'' he says, and the smile he gives you has the butterflies in your stomach erupting into a frenzy, and your heart skips a few beats here and there as you take in his praise.

A smile tugs on the corner of your lips, and you can't stop commenting.

''Let's hope we'll never find out!'' you say as you shut your laptop; you can continue looking at dresses for the charity event Robert has invited you to attend alongside him.

He gives you a smirk as he looks at the same bit of hair that constantly falls into your face, and when Robert leans over to tuck it behind your ear, your brain shortcircuits for a few moments.

Your mouth is slightly open as you feel his fingers on your temple and behind your ear before softly sliding against your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

When you snap back to reality, you gasp softly and blink a few times, unsure of what just happened, and you're pretty sure Robert noticed, but he didn't comment on it. It was not like he did it on purpose or anything like that.

''So, anything new in your life?'' Robert asks, and you quickly shake your head, maybe too soon for your liking.

''Still the same things, same people, same stress,'' you sigh as you try to give a small smile, hoping he's convinced and not as weirded out as you are.

''Been looking at dresses for the charity event though, so that's exciting,'' you quickly add, and your mind immediately wanders to a few beautiful dresses you've seen.

''Anything interesting so far?'' he informs because he plans to match with you for the evening, mainly because he's thinking about confessing his feelings to you that night.

''I've seen some nice ones, but nothing that stood out yet, actually,'' you say, though you can think of one dark blue dress that you can't get out of your head despite it being way out of your price range, even with the ungodly amount of money Robert pays you as his assistant.

''Can I see? I'm just curious what you're thinking at the moment,'' he says, and he gets up, only to slide onto the bench next to you, letting his thigh touch yours in a move that's innocent enough.

''A-Are you... sure?'' you ask, and he nods, so you grab your laptop and show him some of the dresses you've been eyeing, expertly avoiding the blue dress.

''Hm, I don't think I've seen the perfect one yet,'' Robert says, and you show him more until you need to use the restroom so when you're gone, he opens the tab you've been avoiding this whole time and snaps a quick photo as a reminder to order it for you, later.

The rest of the afternoon is spent catching up, and before you know it, it's time to go home again and go to bed early since you have some stressful days coming up.

Robert drops you off at home, and as soon as you set foot in your apartment, you sigh deeply, glad you made it through another day without completely embarrassing yourself in front of your boss.

Today's the charity event day, and you're in the shower to prepare for tonight. After a short run and a call with Robert about everything going down tonight, you're finally letting the warm stream of water calm your mind.

You opted to go for a silver floor-length dress so Robert will always look gorgeous no matter what color he chooses to wear, and he notified you he would be going for a blue outfit, which would fit beautifully with your dress.

After an extensive shower and an excellent hair and face mask, you're getting ready to grab a late lunch, so you won't have to worry about having dinner later than usual.

When you're about to make yourself a nice BLT sandwich, your doorbell rings, and you head over, unsure what to expect when you open the door.

When you swing the door open, there isn't anyone in front of the door, but instead, your gaze falls onto a large package on the floor, sporting a small note on the box saying ''Precious''.

You pick up the package and take it inside, placing it on your dinner table before opening it. You don't need to wonder who it is from because only one person calls you that.

As you lift the lid, you're greeted by the dark blue dress you couldn't afford and a shoe box with the Louboutin logo on the box. Your heart starts racing, and you immediately grab your phone to call Robert.

You decide to FaceTime him, and before he can even get a single word in, you're already talking and thanking him endlessly.

''Robert, how did you even know this is the dress I've been wanting so badly? And combined with these shoes, it's honestly too much; I don't deserve this...'' you say as you fight back tears, even if they're from enjoyment and happiness.

''You deserve to be spoiled occasionally, especially on a night like tonight. There is a huge chance not a single person will be able to take their eyes off of you, and I would love to show you off to everyone tonight,'' he says, and after some more convincing, you agree to wear it.

Robert will be arriving at the party before you, so he arranged for a car to pick you up and bring you to the party before going to his house after the party so you can sleep over there.

Your hair is done in a big bun to show off the dress, and the make-up look is in a similar shade of blue to compliment your clothing without looking like you're overpowering on the blue.

When the car arrives, you grab your silver handbag to finish the look, and you're off to the charity event, where Robert will be tonight as one of the guest speakers.

Your timing could not have been better because when you get out of the car, you see Robert on the red carpet as he's giving an interview, but he stops in the middle of his sentence when he sees you.

''Oh wow! She looks beautiful! That's my amazing assistant, everyone, and without a doubt, the most beautiful woman to walk this red carpet today,'' he says, and you can't help but feel a blush creep onto your cheeks.

''Hi Precious, you look gorgeous tonight,'' he says before pulling you to his side and kissing your cheek.

''You look amazing, too, Robert. If we didn't know any better, we would think you two matched on purpose!'' the interviewer said, and after that, the interview carried on as it was supposed to.

After the formal part of the evening, you walk over to the bar, ready to get a drink, and get stopped by a handsome man you recognize as Sebastian Stan.

''Hey, are you enjoying yourself tonight?'' he asks sincerely before ordering a drink and getting yours.

''I am! What about you?'' you ask, and you two get wrapped up in conversation for a while, so you don't notice Robert keeping an eye on you.

When Sebastian comes closer to whisper something in your ear, Robert suddenly appears by your side, ready to whisk you away right that very second.

''Can I talk to you for a moment, Precious?'' Robert asks impatiently, and you're immediately worried that something went wrong.

''It was good talking to you, Sebastian,'' you say before following Robert, and he said his goodbyes before ordering another drink and moving on with the rest of the evening.

''We should get out of here because I want to tell you something, and I'd rather not do it with all these people here,'' Robert says, and you nod in response, afraid of what's coming next.

Robert just walked you into his house, and you're sitting on his couch, impatient for what's to come. He grabs both of you a drink before sitting beside you, and you turn to face him.

''So... uhm-'' he starts, flustered before he even tells you about his feelings, let alone how he knows you share those with him.

''I'm just going to get it over with. When you were having girls' night with your best friend, you accidentally butt-dialed me, and I could hear you two talking. That means I heard your confession and must tell you I feel the same. I have felt the same for quite a long time, and when I knew you felt the same, I tried to go above and beyond to make you feel nothing short of special. I hope you will at least have one night with me, where I can show you how much,'' he says, and your mouth has fallen open after ''butt dialed''.

''A-Are you... I mean- Really? This isn't some sick joke, right? Because I would love nothing more than to spend the night and show you how much I love you, how much I've loved you for such a long time.''

After downing your drink in one go, you put your glass on the table and sit closer to Robert, and you let him cup your face with his big, warm hands as he pulls you in for the softest, most loving kiss you've ever shared with another human being.

When he pulls away, you keep your eyes closed, and your lip is pulled between your teeth to temper your excitement slightly.

''Want to move this party to the bedroom?'' you ask softly after you open your eyes, and you look into Robert's sparkling brown eyes as he nods before getting up.

When you're in the bedroom and seated on the edge of the bed, Robert turns on some slow jazz music to set the mood, and oddly enough, it's very calm instead of the heated night you expected.

''I want to make tonight special, Precious. I don't know how many more nights together we'll have, so I want to make the most of the one we have now,'' he says as he grabs your hands and guides you up so you're standing before him.

When you're up, his hands glide into your hair as he pulls you closer, his mouth finding you effortlessly and molding them to yours as if they're made for one another.

Your hands wander from Robert's chest up to his shoulder to take off his jacket, and when he pulls away, he shrugs it off, followed suit by his shirt that you've unbuttoned as well.

''Turn around, Precious,'' he whispers in your ear before placing a soft kiss beneath the shell, his scruff tickling you ever so slightly to make a giggle escape.

''You like it when I kiss you, don't you?'' Robert teases, and you nod swiftly while his hands glide down to the zipper of your dress, making you smile wide as he reveals the dark blue lingerie you're wearing.

You spin around slowly as he looks you up and down, and you pull your lip between your teeth again.

''That's my job now, Precious; I'm the only one who gets to bite this beautiful lip of yours,'' he says before capturing your lips again and nibbling softly on your bottom lip like he said he would.

After both getting completely naked, Robert guides you onto the bed, ensuring you're comfortable while littering kisses all over your chest and around your nipples, letting his hand glide over your thigh as he gets settled between them.

''You're perfect, Precious, and I can't wait to find out what it's like to come home,'' he whispers as he reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom.

It's rolled on quickly, and after a few swipes through your folds, he finds your clit, rubbing it in short circles, which makes your breath hitch.

''R-Robert, please,'' you beg softly, and he listens without teasing as he's lining up with your entrance and sliding in slowly, letting you adjust to him.

A deep moan leaves your body, and your back arches off the bed as he slides in every so perfectly, and you're feeling somewhere north of heaven right now.

''I wish I'd told you years earlier... We got a lot to catch up on, Precious, because I'm not letting you go after tonight,'' Robert says as his warm breath ghosts over your lips before placing them on yours as he makes such slow, sweet love.

It doesn't take long for both of you to fall apart around each other, and if it were any other night, you'd have taken the opportunity to keep going until there's no more time, but this feels perfect.

When he's cleaned both of you up, he pulls you into his arms, and you talk for a little while before you fall asleep, still naked, but you don't mind. You've never felt more comfortable with Robert than you do now.

The following day, Robert slipped out of bed a little earlier and ordered some flowers from a local florist before preparing breakfast for you.

When you wake up, you notice Robert's not next to you, but you grab the shirt he wore last night and put it on with your panties before heading downstairs, where the smell of breakfast fills your senses.

''Mornin', Precious,'' he says as you walk into the kitchen with messy hair and his shirt, flashing his biggest smile as he recalls last night. It was nothing short of perfect.

''Thank you for everything, Robert. Yesterday was amazing, and I can't wait for more moments like it,'' you say as you pull him closer for a kiss, something you wished you could have done long ago.

Just as he's about to respond, someone rings his doorbell, and he goes to answer the door with a little jog, getting a big bouquet of red roses from the delivery man and tipping him generously.

''I got you a little something this morning because I wanted to show you just how much you mean to me,'' Robert says as he walks in with a bouquet of nearly 50 red roses and hands them to you.

''Oh my god, these are amazing! Thank you so much,'' you say before leaning in for one more soft kiss, and then it's time for breakfast and a meaningful conversation.

''This may be odd, but... what are we now? After last night, after our confessions, I don't think I can go back to just being your assistant,'' you say as you cut up some pancakes with maple syrup, putting them into your mouth as you look expectantly at Robert.

''First of all, I'd love for you to keep your job, so please don't worry about that, but I was also hoping you would be my girlfriend because there's not a single chance I'm ever letting you go, Precious,'' Robert says with a sweet smile, and your heart feels like it's going wild.

''I'd love to be your girlfriend,'' you say, and you seal it with a kiss.

[oh-saints]

trust

she was only supposed to be carlos sainz jr's lead engineer.

carlos sainz jr x SFengineer!OC

word count: 2k

tw: nothing

note: a) mentions of unmarried!toto, b) as usual, i happen to always write around dawn so ofc this is not beta-read. i swear i'll be answering ur asks around this weekend and put up 'the holiday (pt.2)', sorry for the delay but i can't help but write this down first teheee

“what do you think, alina?”

at the mention of her name, his lead engineer didn’t waste another breath to jump into topics at hand. she presented her case and the justifications behind her decision, statistics and other data tucked under her arsenal in case anyone dared to refute her. all sharp and ever precise, no wishy washy, just like how she presented herself.

carlos remembered he once contemplated raising a concern over the engineer assigned for him. no, not because she is a woman—hannah schmitz of his old company, red bull racing, had proven him wrong so many times about the calibre of the women working in this rigorous field—but because she was aloof beyond belief, borderline unapproachable even. in his early ferrari days, carlos had his moments where he second-guessed himself before engaging her into a conversation, afraid she’d think of his questions stupid, that he had to seek charles’ aid.

charles used to laugh at carlos’ meek revelation but the frenchman also recalled the days where he used to be so intimidated by the woman, thinking she should’ve been assigned to the first driver and not him, who just debuted only a year before joining the italian automobile giant. alas, the no-bullshit-only-facts kind of way she rolled with was what made the entire paddock respected her even more because the least they needed to end the constructor’s championship drought was someone who only wanted hefty pay checks but not glory days.

carlos, for the same reason, had to agree with charles’ sentiment. her calls, more often than not, were more significantly impactful to him gaining podium than even the team principal’s, even when carlos himself doubted his ears when her instructions came to him via the radio. but his respect went off the roof back in silverstone, when he couldn’t see anything straight due to the heavy pour, but alina called the shot to fuck away most of ferrari’s strategies—one that she didn’t think made sense—and told carlos to drive as his instinct went.

at that time, carlos told her she had gone mad. alina didn’t laugh at his response—well, she rarely did to anyone’s—but her response came out stronger than his.

“do you trust me on this, carlos?”

“do you trust me, alina?”

"with my life."

funny how she could do it with less than expressive tone, with less than 10 words exchanged between them. funny it was exactly how carlos could gain his maiden win in formula 1. funny it was also the moment she became an important figure in his life.

the moment carlos stepped out of the car after the long race, he didn’t think twice to sprint to the paddock—because alina hated crowds and preferred to celebrate it in her station—to give her a hug. probably the tightest hug carlos had ever given to someone. but it was worth every penny on his bank account, especially when he noticed a miniscule smile ghosted over her lips.

“i told you to trust me.”

“i did, i do. with my life.”

and the growing smile afterwards made his head spin. he didn’t know there was something else that could intoxicate him when he was high on adrenaline, more than the fact that he could now proudly say he was an f1 race winner. but he didn’t want to trade it for anything else in the world. in fact, he couldn’t wait until the time he could see it again.

“what do you think of alina’s strategy, carlos?”

mattia’s voice interrupted the flashback train he was having but mattia should’ve known better. carlos would always answer this question with, “i’m down to whatever alina plans. she knows best.” call him bullshitting, but it didn’t take away the truth behind his words. he trusted her, with his life, without a second doubt.

but maybe he should’ve trusted alina strictly only for things concerning his racing performance because carlos as heck couldn’t accept the feeling he was having when he overheard the mechanics gossiping alina.

“have you heard? toto asked alina out!”

“fuck! toto fucking wolff?”

“it's a buzz over there. you reckon he's doing it so alina can join them?”

“probably. did she say yes?”

“yeah, man. they're going out tonight.”

“not going to the monza party, then.”

“she never does, anyway. besides, it's the fucking toto wolff!”

never once in carlos’ short life did he mourn for a loss. of what, he didn’t know, but he knew as much as whatever it is was now falling down the drain. he swore he didn’t want to go through it all over again, being bereft of something to the point it suffocated him, made him gaping for an extra air supply.

to say it blew carlos’ mind would be an understatement. he was completely out of it most of the time he wasn’t in the car racing. ironic how he needed something to occupy his mind beyond the grid, yet her stoic voice over the radio was what he soaked himself in. reality be damned.

but as everyone and their mothers say, reality sure had a funny way to slap you in the face. if carlos thought finding out alina was going to a date with the toto wolff, he clearly wasn’t prepared to see how she looked going to a date with toto wolff. the signature red blouse and her series of pencil skirt dashed aside, she was earth-shatteringly—at least to carlos’ definition of earth he was living—stunning in a black cocktail dress, the sparkly ornaments pronounced her eyes even brighter than the chandelier hanging above them as they waited for the elevator car to come and pick them up.

“i thought you’re not going to the monza party.”

“i’m not.”

call him idiot for hoping she’d say the otherwise, even though he—like the rest of the crew—knew like the back of their hand that alina was devoid of places packed with people.

carlos’ heart lurched at the thought she dressed up excellently, had she decided to go to the monza party, black dresscode and all, yet he couldn’t have her come with him. she would surely woo away all the boredom the party would bring, for carlos thought she was the most interesting thing on the planet. but instead, she decided to forego it all; going somewhere else far from the crowd, looking so enthralling he wanted to capture every motion of her breathing, doing something he would absolutely love to ask of her.

“where are you going then? a date?”

“oh, you heard what the mouths in the paddock running with.”

that got to be alina’s longest sentence, sans the strategies and all other jazz in relation to racing. how pathetic that the only time they spoke something not connected with their office relationship was triggered by ferrari’s long standing rival. so pathetic carlos wanted to beat himself for taking everything of alina for granted, now that he realised.

“so, are you?”

the eerie silent bestowed upon them was so cold it prickled carlos’ skin as if frostbite had bitten him down. it was frightening that such silence drove them apart further than the atlantic ocean, yet no words were more powerful than any other answer she could possibly provide him with.

carlos didn’t know what to do with himself. should he be glad she presented him honesty? or should he be devastated they were so compatible that they needn’t any words to understand each other except for this one particular matter?

heck, even if he’d figured out all the answers to those questions, he was sure he still didn’t know what to do with himself. take a look the past years they’d been working together and not a moment did he know what he was doing around her, especially the time when he’d pulled over the helmet over his head after the race was concluded.

the loudest ding! reached to carlos’ ears, as if it was purposely done that way as carlos’ loudest reminder he was running out of time. because let’s be real; when the torger christian wolff of Mercedes-amg petronas f1 team succeed in wooing you, you wouldn’t have the chance to say no to the life laid in front of you like a hollywood’s blockbuster red carpet rolled on your feet.

but at least, carlos had tried before toto did, despite knowing the slim succession rate.

“don’t go.”

the elevator doors hadn’t even shut properly when carlos shot his fire, taking alina aback like a whirlwind no one warned you about. it was the most expressive alina had ever been around the spanish driver, her being perplexed enlarged the eyes he loved the most—for it always shone with burning desire and determination to win around him—and forced herself to inhale a sharp intake of breath. it was an endearing sight, if only carlos wasn’t hanging his sanity on the thinnest line called god’s fate.

alina being analytical alina, she spared some time—god, he wished to never undergo those excruciating seconds again in his life—to scan over carlos’ face through their reflections on the gold plate of the elevator doors, searching hopefully anything to indicate the sainz jr was joking around, like he used to do with lando on the mclaren paddock across the red horse’s.

carlos was glad alina didn’t take her chance to crumble him to his feet by turning herself towards him. his resolution would fall apart in a split second. so he chose to stand straighter, all while locking his black orbs on hers, this time with the same burning desire and determination she always had on a race day.

“why?”

she needs convincing? i'll give her convincing. he was the first to peer down at her, immediately submerging himself into intoxication at the sight of the beauty beside him and soaking in the close proximity he’d been dying to have ever since silverstone. “do you trust me, alina?”

alina, in turn, tried to reach his eyes, this time wavering from the intensity of carlos’ staring. throughout their excellent partnership, alina had never encountered such heavy weight on his eyes and she’d be lying if deep down she wasn’t scared of the combination between those eyes and what lied underneath them. but her fear was overshadowed by her curiosity. “with my life.”

it didn’t take carlos another second—thank god for his f1 driver reflexes—before his unconscious jumpstarted at her response. his hands immediately went up to cup her jawlines, holding her in her place before she could think of anything else, and brought his lips landing on hers. softly, smoothly, precisely inbetween. their eyes shut into perfect dome, noses rubbing gently against one another.

he closed down on her upper lip, as the lower part moved to sync with him, and soon their lips began dancing in perfect sync on the slow, burning floor. nothing was rushed, nor impatient. simply a mutual enjoyment between two people who’d been deprived of something they’d been craving in the dark for far too long.

freedom tasted so good on their clashing tongues as the dance, slowly but surely, picked up some speed and heat altogether. alina seeked for stability by grabbing carlos’ sleek black suit jacket as the towering man pushed the woman gently towards the corner of the small space, their heavy breaths were the only music filling the air.

another loud ding! pulled them apart, as if it was purposely done to bring them back to reality. they both heard another couple taking up some of the remaining space but their eyes never left each other's as they exchanged knowing smiles, the tip of carlos' fingers brushed over her cheeks softly as he rested his forehead on hers.

now they were truly one and the same in every sense of that word. one, same team. not just the driver and its lead engineer, but carlos and alina.

[boldlyvoid]

designated and store with Eddie pls

STORE; Putting belongings in the other’s house when they spend the night, slowly taking over the space. 

DESIGNATED; Saving the other’s seat in school/church/a restaurant. 

All through high school, they were inseparable, they tried to match classes, sat together at assemblies and at football games and never missed lunch together in the cafeteria. Even after she graduated she would still try and meet him once a week for lunch, and he was still coming over to her house on Tuesdays for taco night. 

He started sleeping over sometime in the summer between jr and sr year, her room eventually became the spot he’d crash instead of the living room couch. He moved in some PJs, a swimsuit, towels, a toothbrush, and his preferred shampoo… all so that he didn’t have to go home as often. That was before he had the van, so she suspected it was just him not wanting to walk 5 miles home, but then he got the van and it was like he was with her more. 

And with the addition of the van, being his right-hand man was easier again. One thing she missed the most about school was the way he saved her a seat, in the auditorium and in classes without assigned seating. Everyone knew if Eddie was there that the empty seat to his right was for his best friend and not to even try and sit there. Now she has her name stitched into the headrest cover of his passenger seat so absolutely everyone knew it belonged to her. 

He belonged to her. 

He’s always loved her. ever since he was a little kid and their grade 4 teacher sat him beside her thinking that she could keep him in check… instead, he just made her giggle all the time and it got them both in trouble. She was good at keeping him on track and she taught him how to understand the lessons in his own Eddie way, she was able to talk back to mean kids and stupid teachers for him. She was his person and he loved her for always being there. 

It’s her mom that finally asks them what the fuck they’re waiting for. 

He’s over for the millionth Tuesday dinner with her family, scarfing down his 5th tortilla filled to the brim with homemade toppings. He sits to her left, she smiles at him, they giggle, they bump shoulders and she wipes sour cream off his cheek only to boop it back onto his nose. 

“Can you just get married already?” 

They both turn to her with equally shocked expressions and make the same exasperated laugh, “what?” She asks. 

“You’re so in love with each other,” she wags her finger between them. “Your father and I were so sure you were sleeping together, years ago! It’s getting ridiculous that you’re not actually together.”

He’s stiff as a board in his seat, terrified that this is on the table now and she could not feel the same way and everything could be ruined right here and right now. He didn’t tell her about his crush specifically because of moments like this.

The not knowing kills him. 

She turns to him with a soft expression, “I mean… I’m not opposed to dating you, I just didn’t think you wanted to?” 

That snaps him out of his haze and he looks at her like she’s insane, “you know I have a crush on you, everyone in the fucking town knows, I thought you didn’t like me. You’ve never made it clear?” 

Her mom laughs, “she doesn’t treat anyone on earth the way she treats you, how’d you not know you’re special to her?” 

He shrugs, “she’s just wonderful like that, I thought.” 

“Stop,” she gets so bashful from being complimented by him that she could explode. She loves doing things for him, like making lunches for him and buying him random presents and giving him love letters… she would give her life for him if need be. 

“Sorry,” he smiles back at her the same way. like she hung the stars in the sky just to see him a bit better in the darkness. “I love you.” 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this at the dinner table,” she shakes her head as she leans in more and cups his face in her hands, pressing a kiss to his lips quickly. 

“Finally,” her mom sighs as she sits back in her chair, content with her job well done. 

General Taglist 

@ncsls0515 @stevesmunsons @reidsbookclub @wroteclassicaly @sweetyyhippyy @manuosorioh @mrs-dr-reid @k-k0129 @eddiemunson-rp 

Eddie

@fightingdragonswithwho @kyomito @reidselle @venomsvl @nomajdetective @girl-with-an-orange-cat @blairscott @princesseddie 

[minkyungseokie]

My Take on the Daniel Thing

At first, I didn’t see what people meant by Red Bull and VCARB didn’t do enough until I read the goodbyes that other teams and drivers themselves have made for Daniel. And now I am truly upset. And now I see why people are upset.

Before I enter my rant, let me reiterate one thing.

Liam and Yuki did nothing wrong.

Liam and Yuki do not deserve the amount of hate and threats. They are getting sent because of VCARB and Red Bull making the stupid decision to give him the shittiest farewell I have ever seen.

Liam and Yuki are only drivers, not the decision makers. They didn’t choose to kick Daniel off the team and then recruit Liam. They don’t deserve all of the animosity that is going towards them for this.

Now onto my about Red Bull. I used to like Red Bull. I used to think their dominance was cool and crap, but then I realize that their fans are so annoying and highly entitled. They are so toxic and unlikable that they made me hate the team. And then I got annoyed with the dominance that Red Bull had in 2023. Slowly and surely I started hating the team. I started hating everything they stood for and everything they did. The only reason I followed Red Bull was because I loved Max and Checo. I still love Max and Checo.

I’ve heard nothing but horror stories about drivers who have went through Red Bull and ended up leaving. I hate Red Bull, I hate Red Bull for what they did to Pierre, I hate Red Bull for what they did to Daniel, and I hate Red Bull for what they are drivers to be put through all in the name of winning. And by extension, I hate VCARB.

I’ve been trying trying to get people to see my point of view when it comes to Red Bull and Red Bull Jr, but I was afraid that I would get seen as nothing but a hater. You guys do not understand how shitty those teams are.

Not just Red Bull and VCARB, but William as well. I understand that they both could’ve performed better this year, Daniel and Logan, but I also feel like they were doing the best they could, and while the best wasn’t that well for Logan and the best only got Daniel a couple of points, they both deserved so much better. They both deserved to finish the year. They both deserve a bit more. And they both deserve better goodbyes than what they got.

The other teams, including ones who never had drive for them, wished him a better and more heartfelt goodbye than what they gave him. The drivers wished him a better farewell than what Red Bull gave him.

And while I think some is his fans are highly toxic, hateful for no reason, and entitled, I agree in the notion that Daniel deserves so much better than what he got.

And I’m sorry to bring them up, but Logan deserved so much better than what he got, Nyck deserved so much better than what he got, anyone who’s had to put up with Red Bull deserves so much better than what they got. And Yuki deserves so much better than a fuck ass team that does not care about their drivers. Other teams have proof that they actually love and care for their drivers, but Red Bull and many Red Bullhave proven that to them than their drivers do

It doesn’t matter if Daniel wasn’t performing the way they wanted him to, there was no need to cut him off when there was only six racist left. Now you put Liam in the negative spotlight because of your actions(redbull)

Liam, Yuki, and Daniel deserve so much better than that stupid ass team. Checo deserves so much better than that stupid ass team. Fuck Christian Horner, fuck Helmut Marco, fuck redbull, and fuck vcarb

[dirtyglitterr]

ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Neymar Jr x Original Character Summary: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Warnings: Mature Language

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ

It was game day, and the Le Parc des Princes stadium was buzzing with excitement and anticipation. Anto and I were sitting in the VIP box, waiting for the game to begin. I was so nervous, and I wasn't the one kicking the ball around down there on the field. I was nervous because this would be the first game where I was cheering on more than just Lio. I was here watching my husband—my best friend live in action. I needed to distract myself before I became a nervous wreck, so I pulled out my phone and checked my messages. That's when I saw a text from my assistant:

From: Gilly H.

Now I see why you haven't been back boss.

I clicked on the link that she sent me, and it led me to an Instagram post of Neymar and me. I knew that fucker never deleted that photo, and I smiled to myself knowingly. However, the description of the post was something that I wasn't expecting to read. "So not only has Neymar moved on from Bruna, he's moved on to yet another brunette. Who the fuck is this?" I said to myself,

"What's wrong?" Anto asked,

"We'll see how long this lasts before Bruna sends out a PSA," I continued, showing Anto the Instagram post.

Anto shook her head and said, "What's The Goss is worse than the damn plague." Anto rolled her eyes. "You can't pay too much to it or else it'll drive you crazy, Mimi." I nodded in agreement, knowing that Antonella was right. I decided to take a break from scrolling through Instagram and put my phone away.

"I guess hiding isn't an option anymore." I said, I guess if Neymar and I ever became a thing—I mean, we are married, but our feelings towards each other are completely platonic, but if we were actually a thing, blogs, and strangers following us around with cameras almost everywhere that we went would be something that I had to seriously consider.

"It was only a matter of time before everyone found out about you two." Anto grinned mischievously as she nudged me. I rolled my eyes, knowing that she was just teasing me, but deep down, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety at the thought of our relationship—or our shotgun wedding becoming public knowledge. The thought of constantly being in the spotlight and having our every move scrutinized by the media was daunting, to say the least. "You look so cute in his jersey, by the way." She added, changing the subject.

I blushed and looked down at the Neymar jersey I was wearing. It was a gift from him, and I loved wearing it. It was super comfortable, but now that we were married, it felt like a statement. A statement that I'm sure once the internet gets a hold of the photos from today, they will all run wild with, I'm sure. Then again, I wasn't sure I was ready to make such a statement to the world. A statement that not even I was sure of. "Thanks," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But let's focus on the hiding part. Do you think we could actually keep our relationship a secret?" Anto shrugged.

"It's not impossible, but it won't be easy. We'll have to be careful about it, but it seems you two are past being careful." Fuck, she was right. "How's that been going anyway?" She then asked.

"What part? Getting to know my childhood best friend all over again, or us being married?" I mumbled my response, feeling embarrassed about the whole situation.

Taking a sip of her beer, she listened to my response and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I guess that answers that," she said with a slight chuckle. She took another sip and leaned back in her chair, studying me carefully. "But seriously, Mimi, how's everything been going between you two?"

I couldn't help but think about the moment between Neymar and me yesterday. He was there for me when I needed him the most, even though my stupid ass thought it would've been best to distance myself from him. But what I really couldn't stop replaying over and over in my head was his thumb rubbing against my lips. It was a moment that I couldn't forget, even if I tried. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to. It was like time had stopped and all that existed were the two of us in that cafe. "Well, he's still a madman in the best of ways." His touch gave me goosebumps all over. I knew then that what we had was something special, something worth fighting for. "The marriage, however, is something that should've never happened. Speaking of, did you hear back about the annulment?" But then again, I stomped those feelings down as quickly as they came up. I mean, according to this What's the Goss bitch, he had a type for brunettes.

"Uh...yeah."

"And?" I asked with a raised brow. As I sat there, waiting for news of the annulment, my nerves began to get the best of me. The thought of being legally tied to him forever was overwhelming, yet at the same time, a part of me still longed for his affection.

"My lawyers have been looking into it and said that it might take eight months—"

"Eight months!" " I exclaimed, cutting him off mid-sentence. "¿Estás bromeando, Antonella? I can't wait that long. I need to move on with my life."

"You two went to some janky place and got married by John fucking Snow; it was worse than Vegas." Antonella sighed and looked at me sympathetically. "I know it's not ideal, but we have to go through the legal process to get your marriage annulled. From what my lawyer is saying, it's the only way to make sure it's done properly and won't cause any issues down the line." I nodded, feeling defeated. But was I really sad about never hearing him call me his wife every chance he got?

"But what about my job? I can't just take eight months off. And I can't just up and move my mama to France in the middle of her treatments." Antonella nodded understandingly. "My lawyer is doing his best to expedite the process, but unfortunately, there are no guarantees. In the meantime, he's advising that you should look into getting a work visa so you can stay in the country legally."

Despite the bad news, I couldn't help but think about how he took it. "Did you tell him?"

"I'll let you break the news to him. You have to admit that being Mrs. da Silva Santos is not a bad way to get over that abusive ass." She grinned,

"That's the thing; adding a husband to the mix is just a recipe for disaster."

"Neymar doesn't seem to think so." As I listened to my best friend's words, I couldn't help but feel confused by what she was insinuating. Was she suggesting that Neymar actually wanted to stay married to me? The thought made my heart race with excitement and fear all at once. "Oh, come on, Mimi, don't pretend that you haven't noticed."

"I'm not thinking too much about anything he does. He's a player and has a thing for brunettes." To think that he might actually have feelings for me was almost too much to handle. But then again, I had heard stories about his reputation with women. Could I really trust him? Would he just use me and then move on to someone else? These were the questions that set my mind on overdrive.

Despite my reservations, though, I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to be Neymar's girlfriend—hell, his wife since we skipped several relationship milestones. We would travel the world together; he'd force me to attend glamorous events, and, of course, I'd watch him play soccer from the best seats in the house. It all seemed too good to be true, but for now, all I could do was wait and see if he would make a move. Did I even want that?

"Yes, he has a place in the fuckboy hall of fame, but you don't see how he looks at you." Anto gushed as I looked at her. "Or how you look at him. It's like you both hang the moon in each other's eyes. I've never seen him or you like this before."

"And what that?" I asked,

"Happy. Truly happy." She smiled sweetly, and I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through my chest. "It's like there's an unspoken understanding between the two of you—a connection that runs deeper than just physical attraction. Maybe it's the way he listens to you when you speak, or how he always seems to know exactly what you need without you having to say a word. Whatever it is, it's clear that there's something special between you two. And while some might even call him a fuckboy, you see something different in him—a vulnerability and a tenderness that he only shows to those he truly cares about. As for you, it's obvious that he holds a special place in your heart. You can't help but smile when he's around, and your eyes light up whenever someone mentions his name. It's like the two of you are meant to be together, even if the rest of the world doesn't quite understand it yet."

Fuck, I needed this game to start already, I thought to myself as I looked away from her, wiping at the tear that unknowingly fell from my eyes. I knew for a fact that when I was alone again, Anto's words were going to drown me. But then again, maybe that's what I need right now. Maybe I need to feel this ache in my chest because it reminds me that I'm alive and that I'm capable of feeling something so intense.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

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[star-mum]

Criminal Minds 2x18 - Live Star Reaction

Sunny said this is one of her faves so I must do what I do best (babble incoherently

A THREEQUEL ????? We don't normally get a "Previously on" for this show

is SOMEONE gonna say something about how Reid is acting (besides Em and Derek, my beloveds)

getting killed by a natural disaster on the murder show is kinda super lame

did he just FAKE A SERIAL KILLER DEATH ??????

WILLIAM LEMON TANGO !!!! YEEAAAAHHH

"Til he kills again" Hotch really knows how to lighten up the mood

💜 Ethan 💜

Reid is being such a Dick to Emily specifically, idk if it's cause she's new so he doesn't trust her as much (he's reluctant to accept help and keeps lashing out but when Morgan pushed a little, Spence caved in and talked to him) or of something about her bothers him (like idk they're both the most brainy, some competitiveness that's been amped up cause of what happened)

Morgan doing a little ✌️ while being introduced in tHE MIDDLE OF AN ACTIVE CRIME SCENE (I love him so much, I actually can't stand it)

oh no he cut "Jones" into the wall, SORRY IM STUPID

I really like Lemon Tango SKSKSK he has such a Noir Detective Vibes

I never know if I'm being smart when I figured something out before the characters or if the show writers make it easier for the audience on purpose (not that I did this time but I have my big brained moments)

"Reid you scared me!" "always been one step ahead of you, man" yeah no, I agree with the fandom on this one KSKSKSKS

REID ???? ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE ?? THERE'S A ON GOING MURDER INVESTIGATION ???

"this is New Orleans, honey. It's a culture thing" JJ is stronger than me, I would've fucked this man in the middle of that full bar

"and this involves the case, how?" "it doesn't, I'm just flirting" 😶 sunny I think there might another request coming your way soon 😶

also Emily and Derek are my new favorite besties, I love their interactions so much <3

when they first referenced Jack the Ripper, I was gonna make a (probably not tasteful) "historical reparations" joke bUT YEAH NO KINDA EXACTLY THE ROUTE THEY'RE GOING

"What do we know about Female Serial Killers?" *has read exactly 1 book about them* not much *Reid mentions Aileen Wuornos* hEy I KNOW THAT ONE !

is it gonna be that woman in blue who sent Lemon Tango the drink?

I'll never remember his name right (Lamontagne ?)

SAY IT EMILY, GET HIS ASS (I know he went through a lot but someone needs to get his ass back into shape)

Breaking News: Man with the Worst Game Ever gets gutted in an alley (I wrote this before his body showed up, she actually dumped him in a alley)

JONES ?? J R ??? FUCKING JONES MAYHAPS ???? If this guy's name is Jones I'm gonna... Nevermind :3

Can we bring Elle back for one ep so she can shoot this guy too? (Jr guy)

It is the second time (that I remember) that Derek has called Garcia "mama" and I think I might have AO3 business to attend to later today (THESE TWO ARE KILLING ME SMALLS)

"Awn babygirl you never disappoint" 😩😩😩😩 HE STARTED TO SEDUCE ME, I STARTED TO BE SEDUCED BY HIM

William put his gun down and I literally let out an almost impressed gasp like "...Lemon Tango !" SKSKSLSK that's his name forever now

this ep makes me really sad, this actress is killing me, wE GONNA GET YOU SOME THERAPY BBY ! I feel really bad for cases like this one, literally so many people had a hand in those murders, it's not her fault

oh thank fucking god, it's finally Gideon Dad Time

"I'll never miss another plane again" good job baby <3 ily... nOW GO APOLOGIZE TO EMILY

I REALLY FUCKING LIKED THIS EPISODE !!

[necro-hamster]

9 12 18 22 !! fallout and/or fc5

( this post )

9) worst part of canon

for fc5 i'd have to go w the endings, touched on it in a previous response but i think they both suck ass tbh. i end up just making up my own shit.

for fallout..... well that's a hard one because fallout's canon isn't very good. and has a lot of weird shit in it. i mean honestly i could just broadly gesture at all of it. fo has So Many Problems. but to point out smth specific, the way ghouls are handled comes to mind almost immediately. tons of missed potential and a lot of inconsistencies. wtf was up with the ghoul kid in the fridge?? lil man was NOT in there for 200 years. his ass would've fucking died. they still have to like. eat and stuff. plus it's just weird how 200 years post nuke ppl are still like EWWW AN IRRADIATED PERSON!!! like? bro you're all fucking irradiated. i know about your 11th toe and that weird spot on your butt cheek. you'd think ppl would get used to it by then. i get that obviously hatred of groups like that doesnt just go away over time magically but it just feels unrealistic the way they handle it. also boring.

i guess if you want an easier answer then i think it's stupid that the brotherhood of steel is still going strong on the east coast lol

12) the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

grinding my teeth together. preston garvey for fallout. i will defend him until the day i fucking die. i'm convinced that the reason so many ppl hate his ass and are annoyed by his very presence is bc he's black idc. kiss my ass. he's my best friend.

also!! raul!!!! nobody ever fucking talks abt him but he's my FAVORITE new vegas oc. i think if he looked more fuckable ppl would pay more attention to him honestly 🙄

for fc5. hurk jr. the only reason ppl don't give him as much attention as sharky is because he's fat. idc. i will stand by this until the day i die. but i guess i'll fuck him since everyone else is a coward about it

18) it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

CODSWORTH. it's criminal that bethesda's lazy asses slept on him too!!! he's got SO MUCH potential as a character but they didnt even give him a side quest???? i need yall to integrate him into your sole's story more PLEEEAAAASE. also raul again lol

far cry 5 im absolutely gonna have to say faith, she's so interesting but gets pushed aside so often and it pisses me off to no end. but that's the boring answer. that's the answer everyone expects. so i'm also gonna point out that i think it's super lame how so few ppl actually focus in on the cult and what average ppl were going thru inside of it. because, like, this isnt just Fascist Murderers or Literal Human Traffickers like the other games. they're cult members. many of them are victims of this shit too. obviously some of em were definitely just having fun killing ppl but like there were prolly a ton of ppl who were also just normal folks in desperate need of help and community and they ended up here. please have more discussions abt this shit.

22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

for fallout, prolly civilization as a whole? specifically settlements/cities/towns/etc. a lot of ppl focus on being Alone In The Wastes (which is fun and cool) but i rlly like that we see time and time again that society has rebuilt in plenty of places. there's a city on a boat for gods sake. can we talk abt that shit more pls pls pls pls.

for fc5..... god. again my mind just turns toward faith and her craziness. ppl hate talking abt how much of a freak she is. so ig i'll go with the environment. how hope county is a rural place and the way that must've shaped many of the characters, including ocs who are from there. yall dont get it 😩😩😩

[the-fried-rice-symbolism]

some hot takes about cour 2 more in the keysmash way as a fangirl does:

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

I love the character arcs, I love that they did “popular fandom theory” and put a twist on it. Personally I love that Kotetsu is forced to retire, but also it’s his idea to. Because tbh technically he did most of the hero work without his powers, with them lasting one minute, he could’ve pushed it but he really knew that it’s over this time. And the maturity to tell the other heroes, kinda calmly. Love that for him.

I LOVE BARNABY BROOKS JR. I love the “Are you happy? Maybe.” with a smile. HIS SOFT SMILE WHEN HE TALKS TO KOTETSU THROUGH THE PHONE. “WHAT A STUPID QUESTION. OF COURSE WE ARE FRIENDS.”

WHEN KOTETSU GOT “BITTEN” AND WENT MAD. AND HIM BEGGING BUNNY TO STOP HIM. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BUT ALSO AGAIN “TRUE LOVE . JPG”

WHEN THEY CUT TO THE SCENE AFTERWARDS WITH BARNABY HOLDING HIM.

“IT FELT LIKE TIGER AND BUNNY” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM NOT OKAY (LOVE HOW ONE OF MY FIRST LONGER PIECES ABT THIS ANIME IS “WOW HAHA TIGER AND BUNNY NEVER APPEARS IN THE ANIME” AND THEN THEY DO THIS. POETIC. CINEMA.

THE POETIC CINEMA OF KOTETSU LOOSING HIS MIND AND HIM FIGHTING BARNABY, BUT THE WAY IT’S SHOWN THORUGH THE POV OF OTHER CITIZENS. HOW THIS ANIME STARTED WITH ‘TIGER IS A WASHED OUT HAS BEEN” AND NOW EVERYONE FEELS FOR HIM.

Him snapping out exactly before almost killing barnaby, the exact same way it was in season one :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

LEGEND OF BUDDY HEROES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW THEY WILL BE PARTNERS FOREVER.

HOW IN COUR 2 KOTETSU AND BARNABY ARE ALMOST ALWAYS TOGETHER ON SCREEN. DO NOT SEPARATE THEM. THEIR ONE BRAINCELL.

BARNABY USING HIS POWERS TO GO HELP KOTETSU. AND THEN USING THEM ON JUST GETTING THERE. LOVE THAT.

HOW THIS ANIME ENDS WITH BUNNY RUNNING TO KOTETSU INTO THE SETTING SUN. (AND THEM FINALLY GOING TO DINNER)

I LOVE IT. I ADORE IT. BEST ANIME EVER. TRULY THE ANIME OF ALL TIME.

My only gripe with it is that I’d love more of Rosicki to be given more space as a main villain, and the involvement of Little Aurora is a bit shoehorned in and thus unbelieveable but ok I guess the stakes needed to be upped. (I still think the Aurora subplot would be great for a movie after the series or something, but yeah I suppose they wanted to tell everything in the 25 episodes, but in the end I got what I wanted which is the anime being about tiger and bunny. And it is abt tiger and bunny so I can’t complain that much, I honestly expected it to be worse somehow idk.)

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (836): Mon 1st Jul 2024

Used my emergency hours to go home at one so I could watch Forbidden Door which was mostly a good show. Weirdly, much like how ROH's War Of The Worlds PPV started out pitting the best of ROH against the best of New Japan but gradually all the top guys in ROH left for WWE so WOTW became the best of New Japan vs whichever midcarders ROH were experimenting with in the main event picture, NJPW now finds itself in the ROH position. So many of New Japan's top stars have either left to join AEW full time that they are really lacking in star power right now. Naito is their top star but you can tell he's winding down, Tanahashi is now the president so he'll be working a reduced schedule, Sanada and Shingo both had lengthy main event runs but never quite rose to the challenge of becoming "the guy", Zack Sabre Jr is one of the best in the world but I don't think New Jpan will ever pull the trigger on him as a main eventer and I know that someone in New Japan is clearly a massive fan of David Finlay and thinks that he can be the one to carry the company into the future but….meh. Personally I think New Japan should spend the next year or so elevating Ren Narita, Shota Umino, Yota Tsuji and Yuya Uemura. I think a good booking decision would be to make Narita the new leader of Bullet Club and since CHAOS don't have a leader now that Okada has left, have Shota Umino step in to rally them in their pushback. Also although Tsuji is by far the most improved of all the Young Lions he's too much of a heelish performer to be in LIJ and I would just have him be the new leader of the villainous United Empire. The show opened with The Acclaimed and Tanahashi vs Okada and the Young Bucks and Tanahashi doing air guitar to The Acclaimed’s rap got a 10/10 from me. I know Hogan originally did the air guitar thing but Tanahashi is the best non-racist wrestler to do it. Fucking hell poor Tanahashi has he ever won a match in AEW? I mean I know he doesn’t need to but come on. Even Captain Shawn Dean has won a match in AEW whoever the fuck he is. The Moxley vs Naito match was surprisingly underwhelming and to be honest I just did not see the point of putting the IWGP belt on Moxley in the first place since he wasn't going to be a full time champion in New Japan or AEW. The Toni Storm vs Mina Shirakawa match was very entertaining but all anyone will remember from it will be the three way kiss between the two participants and Mariah May (I imagine every man in that building who was intending to go for a piss break after this match had to stay in their seat for an extra ten minutes after seeing this kiss). I'm glad that Tony Khan didn't make the same mistake he did with the MJF vs Adam Cole feud by having one of them turn on the other just because that's what history dictates happen in such a feud. Everyone has been speculating that either Mariah is going to turn on Toni or vice versa but I don't think they should, at least not yet. Be the trend breaker, if the angle is hot then ride it out until it's not. While you're letting the Toni / Mariah storyline dominate the women's division experiment with new gimmicks, storylines for the other women's wrestlers so that they will get over the same way Toni did. The Swerve Strickland / Will Ospreay match was phenomenal as expected. I'm glad Swerve retained as I think they need to keep building on him to solidify him as a main eventer. However I will reluctantly admit that although I'm not a big admirer of Ospreay in real life because he's said and done some dodgy things, he is a fucking amazing wrestler and I think he is going to be AEW's crown jewel going forward. He is his generation's AJ Styles, someone who's so far ahead of all his peers in terms of the things he can do in the ring. He's so quick, so resourceful, has such perfect timing, such a good seller and such a natural storyteller that he frequently has to lower his level of expertise so that the people he's in the ring can keep up with him.

[hessofather]

Chapter Two- September 17, 1999

A/N: So this is a story of the day I was born. AKA a national holiday. I’d like to mention that if you’re having trouble following along with any of my sentences, try reading it with a southern twang. It’ll make sense after that.

Picture it, it’s a lovely Friday in 1999. The sun is shining, the internet isn’t as awful yet and the twin towers are untouched. My mother, we’ll call her Becky, and my father, Willy Jr, are just hanging. My father smoking weed and my mother probably sitting 4 feet away because second hand smoke is just a government facade meant to keep us distracted from the REAL issues. Aka, lizard people and the Mexicans. My mother realizes she’s been having way too many of those “Braxton hicks” contractions, which are also a government lie. They are probably sending signals to the baby to make it one of those queers, and that’s what she’s feeling.

“Willy I think it’s time.” My mom informs my father who is currently 3 blunts deep and flying to the moon. “Well shit guess we need to let people know.” Willy says while rolling another blunt and sticking it in his pocket. “One for the road.” They hop in their car and head to the hospital, “It’s too early! This thing wasn’t due for another 3 weeks god damnit! I didn’t even get my baby shower yet!” Already I’m stealing my moms thunder and she’s pissed.

“Where the fuck are we going?!” my mom asks my father as they turn down a country road with the bad train tracks instead of going to the highway with the good train tracks. “I gotta pick up Tom.” My dad says annoyed and like my mom should have definitely anticipated this. “YOU ARE STOPPING TO PICK UP TOM?! IM IN FUCKING LABOR YOU DUMBASS!” If she wasn’t in so much pain she would have throat punched Willy by now. Throat punching being her signature move.

“Well yeah, don’t worry I have a plan. Plus he’s my best friend and needs a ride. Don’t be so selfish.” Again, my dad was lucky she was in pain, because she might have ended his life right then and there. They pull up to Toms house, sit and wait for him to come out. About ten minutes later, Tom comes out with that stupid fucking grin and red eyes. He too, is on the moon. “Hey guys. Thanks for the ride. I packed a couple blunts to celebrate when she’s done pushin the kid out.”

My dad finally gets my mom to the hospital. “You go in I’ll park the car.” My dad says, “Tom you stay with me I have a plan I gotta tell you.” My mom makes her way into the hospital while imagining my fathers slow and painful death she will be ensuing on him later. She finally gets put in a room when Willy and Tom come strolling in, smelling like skunk ass on a hot July afternoon in Texas. “Celebrating a little early don’t you think?” My mom asks gritting her teeth and flaring her nostrils. “You’ll be fine! Might as well celebrate the whole occasion!” My dad says.

My grandma and grandpa arrive. My mom dreading having to deal with her mother when she’s already feeling like dying. Like the secret fucking service Willy and Tom assemble. My grandma hates Tom. Tom laces his arm with hers and walks her out saying, “I need a smoke, come on. Hey have I ever told you the story of my ex wife who tried to kill me? No? Well let me do the honors!” Tom knew what his job was and he intended on making his buddy Willy proud. “I think I’ll follow, I could use a smoke too.” My grandpa grunts out slowly heading in the same direction that Tom and Grandma went.

“Ok you’ll live another day for that.” My mom says to Willy. “I told him to not even take a breath in between sentences.” Willy says proudly. Becky figures maybe it’s not so bad having Tom here if that means he’s going to keep her mother out of the way the whole time.

Becky is moving along really fast in this whole labor process. The doctor isn’t even here yet and the nurses say there’s not enough time to give an epidural. Fuck those nurses. They’ve only been at the hospital for about an hour and a half when on of the nurses informs my mother that she’s fully dilated. They told her she couldn’t push yet because the doctor just arrived and isn’t fully in his scrubs yet. “FUCK YOU IM PUSHING.” My mom yells, “WILLY GET DOWN THERE AND CATCH.” A few pushes later and the doctor runs in yelling “STOP” my mother yelled back “IM PUSHING WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT StEpHeN!!” She really hisses out his name to make sure he knows he has a stupid first name and that she will do as she pleases. One more push and my dad catches me while the doctor swoops in to intercept. It’s a touchdown. The crowd goes wild.

I basically come out doing jazz hands and announcing to the world that I’m here, I’m queer, and I’m going to be a menace to society. Guess those government rays worked. They get me all cleaned up and give me to my mother. She starts to sob and says “Some day you’re going to have to do this too. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you’re a girl.” She hates that she knows about the world she brought me into and even worse, she hates that she brought a sweet little girl into the world that will most definitely use and destroy her. She wishes I was a boy.

“What’s her name?” A nurse asks trying to fill out some paperwork. “Ah shit, ain’t thought that far.” My mother grunts out looking down at me. She noticed that I kind of reminded her of her childhood best friend who had curly blonde hair and a sweet smile. “Tia” she says smiling. “And a middle name?” The nurse asks. “Damn it I thought I was done. Well we made her in Cheyenne Wyoming last January so let’s go with Cheyenne.” My mother says, think to herself that that’s definitely not going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

My grandparents are finally allowed in the room. To this day my grandpa says I looked up and him and smiled because I knew I had him wrapped around my finger. I believe his story because he is still, to this day, wrapped around my finger and would do anything for me. “I don’t want to hear one more word out of toms fucking mouth.” My grandma bitches at my mom. Tom did his duty. Tom is smiling in the corner of the room with my dad. Both of which have gone from being on the moon to being in a completely different universe. They put those blunts to good use. “Only two hours from start to finish? Jesus Becky what does that say about you? Your cooter must’ve already been pretty loose for her to just slip and slide right out.” My grandma tells my mom. “I think she was just ready to come out and fight.” My mom says, imagining the hell her baby girl is going to give some guy someday.

I’m not sure why exactly, but when I was born I had purple bruising/banding around my eyes that made me look like a raccoon. So for the first few days of my life my grandpa would call me “raccoon kid” totally not understanding why it made people uncomfortable. After he realized he decided to switch my nickname to “lacota” which he claims is native language for “the people” because I am “his people.” I find it to be a sweet gesture until my brothers tell me later in life, that it actually means “buffalo”, to this day I don’t know who’s lying. My brothers also told me they were promised a puppy after their family trip to Cheyenne and got me instead.

Considering the fact that the day I was born was such a white trash rollercoaster, pretty much sealed my fate that the rest of my life would in fact, be a white trash rollercoaster. I haven’t decided if being born was the best thing to ever happen to the world or the worst. Either way, it happened and I’m still doing jazz hands and exclaiming to the world that I’m here, I’m queer, and that the government gay rays worked. This story is much more light hearted than some of the ones to come but I decided it was necessary to hear how I shot out into the world ready to fight.

[kysfimagines]

KYSF characters reacting to you dying during childbirth

warning: this is a very sensitive and sad topic which cointains youre dies. sorry

TUO: y/n noooo :( way to bring down the mood y/n!

MIKIYA: Oh, god, it can’t be... y/n is really gone, aren’t they? Well, it’s just you and me, Mikiya Jr. Mark my words, I will teach you everything I know, and we WILL avenge y/n by razing every last hospital to the ground! ...Oh, the good doctor! I was joking of course. Touchy, aren’t we? Obviously I’d never hold a grudge for you killing the person who birthed my child.

HAUNA: ok

CIJUNE: *cries for 19 minutes* my child.. you are all i have left. i will raise you into the best human being you can be for y/n's legacy. i swear i will protect you and love you the best i can *the whole time the baby is biting and scratching nurses and hissing*

PAYU: dang it! *snaps fingers* that’s such a bummer. welp. anyway. im gonna teach this baby to surf

AYASA: I am going to sue this hospital so hard that by the time I’m through with you, my child will be set for college AND retirement twice over. I have my lawyer on the line right now, actually, would you like to hear from him? *hands the doctor the phone but its his voice on the phone* Me again, bitch.

SOKEMUI: *rampaging though the hospital and screaming like a white woman in film's oscar winning scene*

ML: *kind of liked it* wow, y/n fucking died.. wow. kind of weird. i mean, i guess its sort of cute… oh yeah um *turns to the crowd of adoring fans and paparazzi* does anyone want this baby

HEAVENLY: i refuse to believe it… y/n CAN’T be dead! no way… it can’t be true…. *phone notification* oh! my starbucks order is ready. byeee

CADENCE: no.. how could this fucking happen… you’re a sham quack doctor *tries to fistfight the doctor and loses and dies*

JACOB: *through tears* y/n……. my poor sweet darling…….. i will send you off in only…. the finest of funeral rites. with highest honors. *blows up your corpse*

AURE: *glaring at baby* you did this...... you killed my beautiful yummy y/n..i am NOT going near that thing *the doctor: that is your child you have to raise them* no. i refuse to care for that creature

MARSHALL: what the fuck man...

ROO: Oh this is terrible :( Rest well, Y/N, you were wonderful... Now, who wants to raise this child? Nose goes!

LEN: this is so fucking sad *plays a perfect violin adaptation of Music of the Betrayed - 1 HOUR Of Epic Dark Sad Tragic Emotional Dramatic Music*

MIN: hahah funny prank ok y/n you can wake up now :p ....okayyyy,, theyre not waking up. you seeing this doc? o__0

CELESTIUS: *takes a picture* You’re going into my cringe compilation.

N*AH: ugh y/n 🙄 you know this is so embarrassing for me right? i couldn’t go to your seminars about “human rights” and “emotional intelligence” and “benefits of personal hygiene” because i was busy getting beer with the bros, ever think of that? you never think about my feelings. no, you always tell me that my cis white straight privilege clouds my better judgment and that i need to educate myself, even though i’m not even homophobic, no really. you always make ME look like the bad guy, and this is no different! you just went and died for attention. ohhh look at y/n, they’re dead, that’s so sad. boo hoo. because when people start caring about ME for a change you just can’t handle that because you’re a sensitive snowflake. god. and now i have to raise this stupid baby. pc culture has really ruined life for honest good men like me

[grapeyuiceblues]

my favourite quotes of ATYD in chronological order:

(major spoiler alert)

“Oh good, a Potter. Dad told me not to talk to you.” - Sirius Black

“From this day forward, we are The Marauders!” - Sirius Black

“You should be a teacher, Remus.” - James Potter

That Sirius Black grin. - Remus Lupins 

“I think she’s probably only annoyed because they’re muggle girls, she couldn’t care less that they’ve got their tits out.“ - Sirius Black

“Never look at another bloke a bit too long? Never get that feeling about a film star, or a teacher?” - Grant Chapman

“Anything for our Moony.” - Sirius Black

Oh god. I fancy Sirius Black. - Remus Lupin

“Morning, your prefect-ness,” - Sirius Black

“ We’vebecomeanimagus’ ...” - James Potter

“You’re so brave, Remus.” - Peter Pettigrew

“You were beautiful.” - Sirius Black

“She’s got the best tits in the year. That’s very respectable.” - Sirius Black

James ‘oi, Evans!’ Potter - Remus Lupin

Just now, he wanted to be whatever Sirius needed. - Remus Lupin

I’m a great friend, me. All I think about is Sirius. Sirius’s safety. Sirius’s happiness. Sirius’s hands, Sirius’s neck, Sirius’s mouth, Sirius throwing me down on the bed and--- - Remus Lupin

“You know when you just can’t get ‘em out of your mind, and in your head it’s great, and everything’s going the way you want - but then they’re there, in front of you, and... well it all goes to shit, because she’s just so much more spectacular in real life, y’know?” - James Potter

“Oopsie daisy!” - Barty Crouch Jr. 

“I forgot I have to share my boyfriend with his boyfriends.” - Mary MacDonald

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I always land on me feet.” - Grant Chapman

When the war’s over, you’ll still be a queer werewolf with a chip on your shoulder. - Remus Lupin

“Godric save the girls stupid enough to marry any of you.” - Lily Evans to James Potter

“You’ll never leave me for a girl, will you, Moony?” - James Potter

“You’re lovely.” - Sirius Black

“I’ll never forget you stomping onto the train in those boots.” - Sirius Black

“You’re not a dark creature. You’re our Moony.” - James Potter

"You were loved, my little Remus, I pray you haven’t forgotten it.” - Hope Jenkins

“I bloody love you lot. You’re all my best friends,” - Marlene McKinnon

“I’m gay.” - Remus Lupin

“It’s going to be a matter of historical interest, future generations will need to know what miraculous feats you had to perform in order to finally convince Evans to--” - Sirius Black

Sirius in the sea was his new favourite thing to look at. - Remus Lupin

“I’m going to know everything about you, one day, I promise.” - Sirius Black

‘EAT THE RICH’ - the graffiti behind Grant Chapman

“Tell me a secret.” - Sirius Black

“I’ve no doubt you’ll have a classroom of your own, one day, young Lupin!” _ Professor Flitwick

“Moony is our criminal mastermind. Without him, we wouldn’t be the legends we are today.”  - James Potter

“And I’m mental about you.” - Sirius Black

“I am always Sirius.” - Sirius Black

“But if we can keep being happy together, and making eachother happy... then good. Brilliant. If it's Sirius for you, and you for him, then brilliant.” - Lily Evans

“Oh Moony! You kill me. What happened to that rough little yob I used to know?” // “Some posh boy taught him to read.” - Sirius Black & Remus Lupin

“There’s something a bit sexy about the whole beast-man thing, though” - Mary MacDonald

"He’s a good kisser, isn’t he? But then, you were too, I seem to remember.” - Mary MacDonald

I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you. - Remus Lupin

"I’m away for a week and the castle turns into an orgy! What a load of queers.” - Marlene McKinnon

“That’s ok, because love not something you say. It’s something you do. Right?” - Sirius Black

"I’m always in a dark mood.” - Remus Lupin

“Hello... er, I mean... welcome, everyone, to the Hogwarts Quidditch cup final, 1978...” - Remus Lupin (this whole entire scene is a masterpiece”

“Remus ‘fuck-me-we-won’ Lupin.” - Sirius Black

“James ‘hangover free since ‘73’ Potter.” - Remus Lupin

“Love. It’s the only thing you get to take with you, you know.” - Hope Jenkins

“And... your mum? How’s she?” // “Dying.” // “Bummer” - Grant Chapman & Remus Lupin

“Love you.” - Remus Lupin

"It’s my patronus thought, this place.” - Sirius Black

“We’re getting married!” - Lily Evans

"Bloody feminist hero, Evans.” - Marlene McKinnon

“I don’t bite. Often.” - Remus Lupin

“It’s a boy!” - James Potter

How could there be a world without James Potter? You might as well picture a world without kindness, or laughter, or mischief. - Remus Lupin

“No one owes you a happy life." // "But you owe yourself one, love.” - Remus Lupin & Grant Chapman

“Be gentle with yourself, love.” - Mary MacDonald

“Maybe. But she wants to make him immortal, and Odysseus wants to get back to Penelope. Calypso isn’t his true love.” - Remus Lupin

“Accio Marlboro’s” - Remus Lupin

“Like magnets, you and me. Always snap back together again.” - Grant Chapman

"He’s special to me , and if you’re not man enough to be kind to him, then you don’t deserve him. He’s been waiting for you. He’s never stopped waiting. He won’t say it, because Remus doesn’t say stuff like that. But he feels it. He feels everything, you must know that.” - Grant Chapman

“Look; you had him at his best, ok? I had his worst. And I was glad to do it. I have one part of him.” - Grant Chapman

"You’ve been my little bit of magic.” - Grant Chapman

“But shouldn’t life last longer, if it can be like this?” - Remus Lupin

“Ooh, teenage me would be so jealous, getting Remus Lupin in my bedroom!” - Sirius Black 

“I think at this point, there’s only love and hate. (...) Love or hate, I s’pose. You make a choice. ” // “Love.”

[choptop-sawyer]

Hi again 😎💫 im here to dig at ur brain again bcs i. M. Aaa sorry i just love ur stuff but. I have this kinda rly specific storyline type hc area and I'd love to hear any hcs you might get from it if its at all jr thing. But um I keep sometimes thinking back to the idea of kinda, vaguely growing up in the same area as the Sawyers, being childhood friends (and being stupid 2gether, running arount the countryside, ditching school & playing in corn fields) -

But then having to leave in your late teens to school / whatever (I mean 😎 my sappy ass also thinks abt mutual pining w Bobby but you know...... nearly unrelated.......)

Then, later on (Bobbys now Chop Top, Nubbins is..... dead I guess but also >:( maybe not, the family is up to being a mess etc) returning to town to take a break from work or whatever. N meeting up w the family again, i mean, oblivious to the bullshit they get up to but.... yk

This is a bit rambly i should probs have waited to sleep but I can't get the thought of returning to the Sawyer door wearing Bobbys tie dye sweatshirt that hr borrowed u years ago and all the impact of being a former family member bc u were also kind of an outsider or whatever but also the drama of leaving so uwu sksjd

This got so long. All i wanted to ask is: sawyer family headcanons for a childhood friend returning to town after being away for years. Rip.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS god I love the image too of just standing in the doorway,, you're not home, you've changed a little bit, but you still fit into some of the old aspects you know so well they fit you and cover you.

Actually this is great because that fic that I swear exists has pretty much the same premise but!!! I can make this one less tragic than that one. 😎

(This is mostly Chop Top n you centric please don't mind)

Also this timeline is all fucky. I think that as soon as Chop came home from Vietnam the Sawyers had basically uprooted themselves and were living in North Texas because of the... Hardesty incident. But like can we pretend that that never happened they r still there in Newt? Just for this. (Hope you like it!)

Chop Top's Childhood Friend Returns

You don't think you would have turned out the way you did without the Sawyers.

They were the main element of your childhood, a mystery that you had to be a part of. A mystery, because they were closed off. Mistrustful. The sickness of small towns carried to the extreme, because they were mostly alone. The loneliness made them more miserable, the misery made them more isolated. A cycle, a legacy.

So it was a a miracle that you were even allowed to be apart of some of it, but you attribute that miracle to Bobby.

He seemed to think you were as much of mystery as what you thought the Sawyers were. Two kids looking through a small window into another world. But he liked that. He liked that you were something different, something new. From beyond that small world of loneliness that lived in the house.

You learned quickly that he had a desire for anything beyond that world. So he'd invite you out with him, when you were kids, to run free in the tall grass, when you got older, to drive with him to places unknown. He had a knack for finding these odd places, and he always brought you along with the music cranked up loud on the radio.

Bobby told you many times that he wanted to see the world. He had this lust for life that went beyond the restlessness of the young. He also said that he wanted to bring you along with him when he saw the world. You didn't ever mention how that always made your heart skip a beat when he said that.

Maybe you should have. But the past is the past and you can't change that.

You knew the other Sawyers too, but Bobby tended to avoid them sometimes. But occasionally, you got to hang out with them.

Nubbins was an enigma. You didn't think Nubbins was his real name. But that's the only one you heard from him, but the name situation was the least confusing thing. He was the most open person you knew. And yet you couldn't understand him, and decided at some point that you wouldn't ever. But he was fun. His energy was infectious, if he was filled with joy, you couldn't help but laugh with him too. That was Nubbins, so absent of any purposeful deceit that he was almost a mirror, you saw yourself around him, sometimes it was uncomfortable, but other times it was fun.

Bubba was the opposite. He seemed to be legitimately wary of you. Bobby once told you that Bubba didn't like to leave the house, ever. He stayed and did the chores. You wondered if he minded, being stuck with all the chores but Bobby said he didn't. It was comforting for him. Always having something set to do. You only saw him once. Nubbins had made him tag along when he needed him to hang some things from a tree. Bones from indeterminate animals, a clock with a nail through it. You don't think Nubbins actually needed Bubba to reach the branches (he climbed pretty well) but he just wanted his little brother to see his work. Bubba didn't make eye contact with you the entire time. He was wholly focused on his task of helping Nubbins. But he was gentle when he helped his brother, careful, and for that you liked him.

Drayton was... well. He was the one Bobby argued with the most. He was his brother, but with how much age between the two, it was almost hard to believe sometimes. Drayton was the one that everybody in Newt knew the most. People liked him well enough, but they said he was odd behind his back. He knew that. You don't think he trusted anything outside the insular world he and his family had existed in for years, and was at odds with Bobby because he didn't get why Bobby wanted anything to do with the world outside.

Oftentimes you would see Bobby after he and Drayton got into it. He'd be fuming, but he'd smile when he saw you. You'd leave with him whenever he came to you. These adventures were the most fun you had when you were there.

The other times you'd go off were when he'd convince you to skip school. Bobby never went himself. He didn't get the idea of all those kids sitting in classrooms for hours, doing nothing but writing and listening. Why do that when you can find things out for yourself? Get into some trouble? In his mind, he was saving you from a very boring thing.

You two knew the area around Newt well. The fields and the flat expanses were the best kind of playground. Your dreams were still set in them. A kind of sunshine filled melancholy.

Bobby told you things in the grass. His dreams yes, but his own thoughts. On music, on late night radio, on movies, on you. He perhaps thought of you as wonderful as voices on the radio, stars on the screen. He never told you that though. But your name was never far from his mouth when Bobby talked about the things he loved.

You and him loved each other as much as two kids who didn't know how to could. He was always on your mind now, with not much tangible objects to remember him with. A photograph taken by Nubbins, your faces blurred because you were laughing. A button, the pin on the back bent. A sweatshirt, which he tie dyed himself, and gave to you one night. The colors were faded. You never did get to return it.

The years away did nothing to lessen thoughts of him. No, they just blurred all together now, and the stream of the sunshine filled melancholy was almost endless. You needed a break. There was only one place you could think of that could help you with that.

So you came back. All things led back to this place eventually. Newt was dying, or dead. Didn't you see somewhere that when a ship went down, it took everything with it? You didn't want to stay for long. But you had to see all of them, you had to know that they were all not these strange figures you had dreamt up.

You went right to the house. You'd never actually been allowed inside, Bobby just always said something along the lines of 'Grandma and Grandpa are napping upstairs' or 'there's a mess' (never mind that he could care less usually about messes.) But you figured he had had a good reason. Maybe he was embarrassed.

When you knocked on the door, your heart was pounding. And that was all. Nothing happened, no indication that anyone was there. You waited, the sweatshirt was too hot but you didn't want to take it off.

Maybe you should come back another time. You were just about to turn around and leave when the door burst open, almost whacking you in the face. And there (you couldn't believe your eyes you couldn't this was a dream) he was.

Bobby had a hammer raised over his head, grinning, he was poised to swing it down, but then he saw you and he felt as if he was in a dream too.

It's been so long. He thought he made you up, a dream to carry him through misery, and you looked the part, even as you stood before him on the doorway. The light of the setting sun shone behind you, heat waves shimmered in the dusk, and you... you.

Facing each other, you stood, just staring. Over head the sky grew colorful, in the fields the grass whispered in the wind. Nothing had changed. Everything had changed. Bobby dropped the hammer and grabbed for your face, and he held it, fingers digging in so tight it hurt.

"H-hey you." He said, and fell to his knees, releasing your face. You numbly touched the marks his fingers left. Bobby still looked like a man who had seen a ghost.

You called his name, and his eyes looked lost, like he hadn't heard it in a long time. He looked up at you, and you could really get a good look at him. His face was leaner, he looked sickly and wiry, but his eyes were just as you remembered. You sank down to the porch to sit with him.

"Fuck... FUCK I didn't... I- I thought ya'd forgotten all about me... uh.. uhm. Fuck! I mean, r-really! Turnin' up out of the blue like you're some kinda... ghost or whatever... WHOA man... like, ya here to return m-my, my sweatshirt? You're wearin' it, you can keep it! You look better in it anyway... heh, fuck." He rambled on and on, hands tensing and twitching as if they were moving to touch you again, just to reaffirm your existence. Did he know how glad you were to see him? Did he know that you hadn't felt right for the longest time being away?

You forgot all about the sweatshirt, the hammer he had raised with a sadistic grin. You reached out and held one of his twitching hands, and he stilled and stopped talking. There was a peace now.

It didn't seem possible for your heart to feel this full. But it was. And by god, if this wasn't the best decision you made in your life to visit your old hometown, if only just for this moment.

Bobby stood, with your hand still in his, pulling you up. He smiled at you, and you knew you still loved him, and in your deepest heart, you knew he loved you too.

But this time around, maybe you and him could love each other right.

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

watched s11ep1

i will provide you with a quick review before i disappear back into the ether of twd avoidance

lots of spoilers under the cut. also i wrote way too much and i worked all night and haven’t slept so i didn’t bother to reread literally any of it, so it might be completely nonsensical, tho if you don’t expect that from me by this point idk whose blog you’ve been reading

enjoy:

hokay, first off, i’ll start by saying that i enjoyed it more than i expected to. i’ve been avoiding any sort of discussion about stuff, but my google algorithm is so fucked at this point that i still get recommended articles and stuff every now and then, so i was already pretty aware of what i was walking into, and was expecting it to be eh, but actually i prob enjoyed it more than i enjoyed the finale

(don’t get too excited tho, the finale was rly boring lmfao)

anyway

episode starts off with a tense scouting mission

it takes .005 seconds into the episode for caryl to exchange a look of longing, establishing that they are still having weird conflict and are both too fucking stubborn to do anything about it even tho they hate it desperately

i imagine that will continue for a while

rosita, kelly, carol, maggie, what’s her face with the bad hair, and lydia (i think that’s everyone?) lower down to some army bunker or something, where a bunch of walkers are taking a snooze, and the girls are very respectful of walker naptime, and do their best not to wake them up

obviously they eventually wake up, but i’ll get to that in a sec

as they’re tiptoeing through the walker tulips, there’s this split second where carol spots a machine gun, and looks at maggie with a face like, “can i plzzzz, i am mad horny for that machine gun,” but maggie tells her no. (i 110% expected her to defy orders and accidentally wake up all the walkers, but she actually behaved herself for once. well. mostly)

never fear, tho, after the girl gang collects a bunch of MREs they go back to wait for the dudes waiting up top to pull them up, and bc men ruin everything, one of the ropes break, and daryl catches it before it falls, but then a slow motion drop of blood falls on a walker’s face, and just like that, walker naptime is over, and carol uses her bow and arrow for two seconds before she is like “fuck this” and whips out the machine gun

yes, she is super hot using it

yes, daryl watches her do it

anyway, all the other girls get rescued, and carol is about to be pulled up, but bc she is a #girlboss, she first makes a beeline for one more crate full of MREs. daryl covers her while she gets the loot, and when she gets back up top they have another charged moment as carol hands him back his knife

just fuck already, jfc

titles!

cut to alexandria where everything is still not smilestimes

BUT, we do get to see uncle daryl run and hug rj and judith (and dog), and FUCKING HERSHEL JR, LIGHT OF MY LIFE is also there

istg, they could not have casted a better child, i a d o r e him

oh, and some friends of maggie’s show up too, idk

cut to a staff meeting where everyone is like, whomp whomp, we’re all gonna starve to death unless we figure out something quick

cue maggie going, “oh, i know where food is, but it requires me to tell you my tragic backstory, in case anyone didn’t watch my bottle episode”

she tells her dramatic backstory about all her friends getting slaughtered by the reapers for no apparent reason, and then she’s like “anyway, let’s go back there!”

no one thinks it’s a great idea, but a group of people decide to go anyway, including daryl and gabriel. rosita is super pissed that gabriel is going, and carol doesn’t go, probably partly bc it’s a shitty fucking idea, and also bc they have to keep caryl apart bc otherwise they’ll fix their problems ahead of schedule and they won’t be able to drag out the needless angst

daryl looks kind of annoyed that carol doesn’t volunteer to go 

bitch, i thought you wanted her to stop putting herself in the line of fire! make up your damn mind!

moving on

cut to a thunderstorm, where, if you look closely, you’ll notice daryl is wearing the STUPIDEST hat i’ve ever seen. just get an umbrella, jfc

for some reason negan is with them, bc ig he knows his way around washington dc, and no one in six years has bothered to figure out how to get around the city and/or get a map, and he is like “hey guys, maybe we shouldn’t try to walk in this fucking hurricane,” and everyone is like “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” 

this will be a common occurrence 

but eventually daryl is even like “actually, it’s rly unpleasant out here, and my hat is mad stupid, can we go inside plz?”

so they go inside an old metro station, which is actually a rly cool cinematic choice. i rly like the idea, and they executed it rly well

speaking of executions

there are some fucking RULL CREEPY walkers. idk why they bothered me so badly, but they were what they at first assumed were corpses wrapped up in tarps, but turns out none of them had been properly put down, so they go through killing these rotted bodies that had supposedly been there since The Fall, and it’s very gross and cool

this entire time, btw, negan is like “hey, i know i’m a shitty person, but i have some rational arguments about why we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” and everyone is like, “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” and he’s just like “god fucking damnit”

(i forgot to mention that at one point, when they’re headed into the metro station, negan is trying to warn ppl of the potential danger, and everyone is ignoring him, and he tries to talk to daryl, and daryl is like “fuck you, you think we’re BUDDIES?” and negan is like “oh, ok, so you’re gonna be like that too? fanfreakingtastic” and it’s very funny)

anyway. a fat monster zombie escapes its tarp at one point, and tries to eat some npc, and negan saves him, again is like “hey, anyone else realize that this is a FUCKING BAD PLAN?”, and everyone is like “we don’t care, you’re still shitty and we’re not listening to you, and you don’t actually care about random npc i would literally not be able to pick out in a lineup bc his face is so generic, you’re not the boss of us!!!”

it’s at this point that negan finally is like, “why am i even here? bc i know how to get around washington dc? do none of you have a map?” and i was like, “right?! that’s what i said!” 

it’s then revealed that maggie only brought negan along to murder him under the guise of “oops, he got hurt in the line of duty, it wasn’t my fault,” and daryl has this look on his face that says, “i seriously need to stop hanging out with lethal women bent on revenge bc it’s gonna give me high blood pressure,” and maggie has a badass moment where she points a gun she has for some reason at negan and is like “i have like, one shred of human compassion left inside of me, and if you keep pushing me i will fucking kill you without a second thought, so shut the hell up”

(in her defense, negan had just dropped glenn’s name to purposely antagonize her, which was rude as hell)

(for the record, i’m completely on maggie’s side here, but negan still is right that trapping themselves in a metro station is a bad call)

anyway, moving away from that briefly

i think this jump cut happens sooner, i don’t actually remember, but whatever who cares, point is, we get to the part of the show that actually matters, and that’s anything involving my love, juanita “princess” sanchez

and also eugene, yumiko, and ezekiel

they are being asked increasingly invasive questions by commonwealth ppl, some of which i wish they actually would of answered (what do they use to wipe their asses with?? surely toilet paper has long since become extinct)

zeke, who is so much more tolerable as a character now that he’s not larping as a king, has this incredibly weird and sort of sexually charged moment with a dude in an orange stormtrooper costume, where he’s like, “i bet you were an asshole cop back before The Fall, you stupid fascist, #fuckthepolice, mb literally? idk, this moment has a lot of pent up aggression that could easily translate to hate sex, it might just be the intense eye contact, but w/e, let’s just move along,” and then he has a coughing fit to remind the audience that he’s currently dying of cancer, and orange stormtrooper is like “lolz, loser, drink some water you dumb piece of shit”

cut to the wholesome foursome sitting at a picnic table in a guarded courtyard eating gruel, and yumkio, who finally has a personality, and princess are like “hey, this place fucking sucks, can we leave?” and zeke is like, “yeah, i met this orange stormtrooper who i think might be dtf and/or murder, so we should probably bounce”

but eugene is like, “but i want some hot stephanie ass, and also some bullshit excuse about how mb commonewealth will save alexandria” which, they left before things went super downhill, right? idr. it was after hilltop fell, but they don’t know alexandria got fucked either, if i recall? w/e, not important

two seconds after he says this, they talk to some people who are like “we’ve been here for four months, or maybe it’s been nine, i don’t actually remember, i’ve stopped processing the passage of time,” and the wholesome foursome takes this as a bad sign, tho that’s just the life i’ve lived as a night worker during a pandemic, so i was like #mood

but then they watch some guy get dragged away screaming to get “reprocessed” and eugene is like “ok, nvm, let’s bounce”

(my theory on what “reprocessing” is, is that they’re stuck in a room and have to watch hours and hours of customer service training videos on vhs from the 90s)

i definitely got my jump cut scenes mixed up bc i think the negan accusing maggie of a murder plot thing happened in between this scene and then the next commonwealth scene, but w/e, i’ll just finish what happens in the commonwealth arch

the wholesome foursome are trying to hatch a plan to escape, except princess, my love, is distracted watching some stormtroopers flirt, and the other three are like “wtf, dude, how can you even tell any of them apart?” and princess then tells them every stormtroopers backstory bc she is brilliant and pays rly close attention to shit, and the other three are like, “this is useful information, thank you for being an insane person”

their plan involves yumiko and eugene dressing up as stormtroopers and leading princess and zeke out of the place, which works fine actually, except on their way out they come across the Depressing Wall of Probably Mostly Dead Missing Loved Ones

they’re about to leave, when princess is like, “wait, yumiko, you’re on here, that’s weird huh?”

sure enough, yumiko  is on the wall, with a note from ig her sister 

the scene ends with yumiko going, “guys...i can’t leave...i have tragic backstory to unveil”

tragic backstory to be continued ig

back in murder metro town, npc and some other npc have stolen all the supplies, there’s a train blocking the track, and a horde of walkers are coming towards them, so things are not going fantastic

they horde is too big to take down, so they start to climb on top of the train car to get away

but dog runs away!

and daryl, being every pet owner ever, is like “gotta go get my dog, guys, try not to get killed while i’m gone, c u soon!” and he ducks under the train and disappears

#priorities

the episode ends with maggie climbing up the train car but getting grabbed by a walker and dangling off the edge, and negan is there and they have a lion king moment where maggie is like, “scar! help me!” and negan is like “long live the king, bitch” and walks away into the shadows, leaving maggie to a potential death

which, while i know isn’t actually going to happen, would be a really fucking funny move on the writers’ part

like, “look, lauren’s back! and now she’s dead, bet you didn’t expect that!”

anyway

my assumption is negan will actually end up helping her up or something, continuing his ambiguous morality bullshit that actually isn’t ambiguous bc he BEAT GLENN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE IN FRONT OF HIS PREGNANT WIFE

the maggie/negan arch is kind of dumb, but whatevs, i’ll tolerate it, as long as my boy glenn gets justice in the end

anyway, cue credits!

final assessment: good episode. i’m much more interested in commonwealth than the reapers, tho i am hoping that daryl’s personality-less ex turns out to be a monster killing machine with no conscience, that’ll be fun. princess is a gift from god. hershel jr needs his own tv show. needs more carol (and caryl)

the end! going back into my walking dead free chamber! see you next episode!

-diz