#before it starts to fall apart bc you don't really know what to do once the dopamine rush wears off

[thegoldencontracts]

Do you think Azul is capable of falling in love? I mean, the way he sees love as transactions and weakness to be exploited makes me question this thought.

Oh my god anon I'm so happy you asked about the transaction thing because I have SO many thoughts...

Can Azul Love?

This is just a quick analysis my brain spurred off into.

First there's this scenario I made specifically about this concept - Azul Falls In Love And Can't Handle It (Just wanted to link it instead of repeating everything in this post)

But even in other fics, I love exploring that concept! Because - to me, at least - love isn't always a choice. It becomes a choice later on. That sounds confusing but allow me to clarify.

There are two types of feelings commonly known as "love" that I'm referring to - Infatuation, and love. These two have nothing to do with age, or even a person's maturity level. Infatuation is the first part of a relationship or a pre-relationship stage, where every interaction gives you butterflies, you feel like you're on fire every second you spend, and all that good stuff.

Love is a choice you make. You're not getting butterflies anymore. You are choosing to build a life with someone, to be there for them even without the boost of infatuation.

Infatuation can come and go - it's pretty short-lived, in all honesty. Love, on the other hand, is stable and much longer-lasting when requited. You care deeply about a person, in spite of all their flaws or weaknesses.

Very few people can't feel infatuated - even Aromantic people can end up experiencing the same thing, just from a platonic angle, where you really admire someone to the point of glossing over their flaws.

Azul is no exception. He can get infatuated with someone too. He's not immune, and god, he hates it. Seeing you gives him butterflies, he wants to do everything in his power to make you happy, but why? This isn't supposed to be how he acts!

Love is a separate matter. Love requires a level of emotional maturity that - let's face it - not many Night Raven students have. Azul would have to care for you in spite of your flaws and choose to invest his time into a relationship with you despite potential losses like time for his business. He'll have to choose you despite the lack of chemicals in his brain encouraging him to do so. And, in his current state, I'm not quite sure if Azul is capable of that.

But the thing is, Azul isn't stagnant. It may not seem like it, but he is gradually growing. And he's definitely capable of love - even if it isn't romantic - just look at the way he talks about his family! I meant it when I said I wasn't sure. Though there's a chance he might not be able to make that choice, there's a chance he can, too.

And hopefully, when the time comes, and Azul and whoever his partner is are a good way in their relationship, and the chemicals finally wear off, he can make that choice.

[ddejavvu]

Thinking about Hotch and/or Spencer with a BAU!reader who faints often and are just used to catching them when it happens despite others being like ??? when it happens. Kinda like when Hotch literally excused himself before passing out in that one episode

i'll do this with hotch too!! i just picked spence this time bc the dialogue came to me <3

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"-but it's not as hard as you think it is, Reid. Really, you can handle it, and I'll even help you practice before the game, okay?"

"That's not what I'm worried about, Morgan." Spencer only half-lies, feet crossing the threshold into the bullpen, "I'm going with Y/N to a film festival and it starts thirty minutes after the game ends. I won't be able to make it in time."

"We'll get you in and out quick," Morgan pledges, partly honest and partly excited to see Reid on the basketball court, not just hustling from the sidelines, "Come on, please? I'll even throw in-"

"Stop talking." Reid commands, his voice quiet and focused.

"-what? Reid, do you know how many of your rambles I've had to listen to? For once, let me talk."

"No, shut up, I'm serious." Reid's standing at attention like a pointer dog now, staring hard at you, "Stop talking."

Morgan finally realizes it's serious, just in time to watch Spencer bolt for you.

Like clockwork you fall, and Spencer's arms slide beneath your own in time to keep you from hitting the ground. Emily lets out a startled cry, and Hotch rushes over to stand beside you.

“Spencer, are they okay?”

“Yeah,” Spencer nods, holding you up as he settles with his legs crossed. He lowers you to lay in his lap carefully, and when his hands are free, he uses them to tuck your hair away from your face.

“They faint sometimes,” Spencer explains, keeping his hand on your neck to check your pulse point, “It’s an iron issue, they probably just didn’t eat well today. They’ll be okay, they’ll wake up soon.”

There’s a few seconds of tense silence where everyone wants to believe Reid’s promise, but no one really does. Then your chest rises with a hearty inhale, and your eyes flutter open, blowing wide in concern.

“Hey,” Spencer murmurs, face hovering above your panic-stricken one, “You’re okay. You fell, I caught you.”

“I’m gonna go get you a sandwich,” Derek decides, only comfortable leaving now that your eyes have reopened.

"And- and I'll get water!" Garcia rushes to join him, "We'll be back ASAP, sweetness!"

Her heels click on the floor as she speedwalks, and the rhythm helps you orient yourself. You struggle to sit upright, and your head swims as you do, but Spencer lets you lean back against his chest, keeping his arms around your torso so that you don't tip forward.

"Y/L/N, you're excused for the day," Hotch waves his hand, as if clearing your schedule, "Reid, take them back to their apartment. Wait for Morgan and Garcia, they can eat in the car."

"Okay," Spencer agrees, keeping your cheek pressed to his own, "That sound okay, angel? Think you can walk?"

"Yeah," You nod, voice raspy, "Yeah, I can walk. But- will you help?"

"Of course," Spencer croons, and now that everyone has dispersed again to their own tasks, he cranes his neck out to nuzzle his nose against yours.

"I've got you," He promises, pecking your cheek, "You're safe with me, angel."

[dreamauri]

hii!! i love your writing and i have an idea. toto wolff’s daughter used to date max but they broke up (bc yk mercedes and redbull rivalry) and she starts dating a footballer (it can be anyone that you want but i was thinking mason mount), but out of nowhere they break up and he shares in a podcast idk that shes still in love with her ex, max. id love to see how this would end 🫶🏻

┊𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊   ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( max verstappen x fem! wolff! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst )  ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 2, 104 )  ╰ 🫧  :: ⁠ content warning — ( X )

★ ☆ This was from like august, im so sorry its so late. ik the annon said anson mount, but i dont really know his personality that well, so you can just imagine any person you want ig ━━━━━

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2021

Everything was so blurry. You could see the illumination coming from your phone, little blurry grey and blue texts. You couldn't feel your body, ragged, unsteady breaths falling to and from your lungs.

"Block him. And delete his number. I don't want you to go out with him or be seen with him ever again." Your father's strong voice was the only sound in the room. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, but he wouldn't even look at you, rubbing his eyes as he sat on the bed of your hotel room.

Too many things were happening at once. This wasn't fair. This was wrong. "Aber papa." [but dad] "My words are final, Y/N." He spoke with such authority and strictness, you hated it when he was like that with you. Looking back down at you phone, you saw the 'seen' under the last bubble of text you sent.

Panic shot through you like a sharp arrow, hurt climbing through you. Scrambling quickly, you block the number and delete the contact. You couldn't bare to see the reaction or the reply. And you stood like that for a few minutes, the world falling apart as Toto talked. But you weren't listening. And you didn't want to listen. You didn't want to hear his voice.

And before you were to even realize it, you'd smashed the phone against the wall.

You tore the Mercedes shirt off your body, replaced it with a random sweater, stomping around the room, collecting your things. "What are you doing?" Toto stood up, watching you stuff you belongings in your bag. He held your wrist to stop you but you only yanked your arm back, shouting something at him, anything at him.

Toto was defiantly taken aback. He's never seen his little girl like this. Eyes red with tears, yet so angry. He never even thought he'd hear such hurtful words from you either. No father ever wants to hear 'i hate you' from their daughter, and it hurt right in his chest. You shoved the Mercedes shirt in chest, zipping up your bag and headed straight for the door.

"My love—" "Ich bin keine tochter von dir." [I'm no daughter of yours] Was the last thing he heard from you before the door was slammed shut.

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2023

The Las Vegas GP had truly ruined the city. Max couldn't even have a nice drive from his hotel to the circuit in peace. The traffic was heavy and the honking was loud. At this point if max could, he'd just dump the car in any corner and walk the few kilometres himself. But he couldn't. And this added another reason as to why he hated this Grand Prix so much.

Try something else, he told himself. Disconnect. Max turned on the radio flipping through the channels every two seconds when his ear caught something. His stomach was flipped upside down and he was pretty sure he felt like his lungs would explode.

"You broke up with Y/N L/N recently." "Yeah, I have." "But she was such a nice girl." "She is. She really is. She wasn't clingy or needy. Like the perfect amount." "And beautiful as well." "Very beautiful, if you get what i mean." The men on the podcast laughed. Max felt him self frown. How dare they talk about you like this was some sort of goldy locks story.

"Yeah, She's perfect and all. But she's really hung up on her ex. You didn't even have to ask her, you could just look at her and tell that she wanted something else. I'm not going to say names, but the guy really fucked her up."

fucked her up? Max felt his heart skip a beat, or even more likely, it stopped beating at all. He turned the radio off quickly, gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles bled white. Of course he had fucked you up, no wonder things went the way they did. They shouldn't have went that way. He should've never gotten his rival team's boss' daughter to fall for him.

No! What was Max thinking? The months he spent with you were the best things that have ever happened to him. It wasn't his fault. How would he know the Mercedes and Red Bull relationship would grow so bitter. How would he knew you'd be caught in the cross fire. He spends one winter break with you and then it all rips to shreds.

Was that why you changed your Last name? So he wouldn't find you? Must've been since it did work in your favour.

Y/N L/N.

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Y/N L/N, Max thought as he typed the name into google. Your face was the first thing to pop up and Max had to hold down a gulp.

You definitely grew up. The playful and bubbly aura to the girl had almost completely dissipated, leaving a quiet and mature woman who looked very serious and uninterested, with a defiantly much more womanly body, enough to get you on the cover of vogue.

"You okay, mate?" Max looked up seeing Checo. They were gonna do the opening ceremony at any moment and the world champion did not look like he was in his head. Max quickly swiped off the tab and shrugged. "Nothing, just some drama." The blond waved it off, tucking the phone in his pocket.

The teams were being announced, starting with HAAS all the way up in the constructor ranking. "I never took you for a person to be interested in drama and stuff." Well, Checo was correct: Max wasn't into that kind of thing. He just happened to stalk his ex by accident since he couldn't get the thought of her out of his head.

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"You lied to me." You huffed, stuffing your hands in your pockets, refusing to take a step further. "I didn't lie to you, technically. I just didn't tell you." Your friend shrugged, hooking her arm with yours and forcefully pulling you along while you tried to resist. "I don't want to be here, you tricked me." "I did."

It was certainly a sight. Lady gaga dragging Y/N L/N at the paddock of the Las Vegas GP. "The cars dont bite, N/N." "Yeah! That's because I'll be the one biting you!" The woman quickly let go of you at the threat. You went to walk out only to find people looking at you with exited and confused eyes. The exit was now too far.

With a dissatisfied sigh, you held out your hand and Lady Gaga took it, continuing to pull you along. "Today's just the race. So we'll watch. We'll wave the flag and then we'll leave." "I'm not waving the flag." "I'll do it."

You folded your arms, watching from the bottom of the grid on the side as the drivers arrived on the grid. The cars were lined up with car #16 and #1 on the top row, thankfully far away from you. Thankfully, the Mercedes were also far enough as well. You definitely wouldn't stand out in some non-flashy hoodie and shorts. You would've dressed better if you knew you were going to end up being forced into this.

People didn't really notice you at all, more concentrated on the drivers and celebrities. But they soon did notice you, a celebrity being pointed at by a driver. 'No way' Danny ric mouthed, face bright with surprise, a wide smile and arched eyebrows. He waved you over, and waved even harder when you shook your head in decline. You didn't want to appear rude. So you stood to his side, side hugging him as he rambled on about how much you missed. And you listened. You couldn't hate danny. he was like a big brother since f1 was practically your life.

"You should've told me you were coming, ya know." "I didn't even know I was coming." You chuckled, looking around.

FUCK! you looked away quickly, cutting the eye contact with Max short. Bad idea. Very bad idea. You thought, heart hammering in your chest.

"He still loves you." "Huh?" You looked up at Daniel confused. "Max." "no no." you shook your head. "He does." "he doesn't." "He was searching you up." You paused. "I saw it, your name on google." "That's called stalking—" "But he still thinks of you." "good point . . ." "You should think about it, considering how things ended. I think you should at least be on the same page." ". . . thank you danny."

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"Oh shit." You looked at gaga confused. "Hold this for a second, something's in my eye." She handed you the chequered flag, more like shoved it into your chest while she went to fix her eyelash.

"A little faster." Your hurried, hearing the cars come around turn 17. But gaga took a step back continuing to try and fix her issue. With a huff, you stepped forward, leaning your body on the railing, waving the flag just in time for Max who crossed first.

When all the cars finished the last lap you finally took a step back, flexing your wrist tiredly from doing all these Xs. You turned to see Gaga smiling at you, her eyelashes long forgotten because there wasn't an issue all along.

"You suck." You grumbled, and she laughed taking the flag from you. And just like that, finally you were able to get out of there. The crowds were too busy watching the podium ceremony to see you exit and leave through the parking lot.

You plopped in your car, turning on the engine. You couldn't bring yourself to drive out though. The excuse would be that the engine was still not warm enough. But really, you didn't want to leave behind those blue eyes again. they deserve an explanation for what they read that night two and a half years ago. But it's not like max would know you're waiting for him, or find you if that's the case. How would he know you're waiting for him in your car?

Well however he knew, he knew. The passenger door was opened and the Dutch man sat in the seat next you. You didn't even realize he had been looking for you throughout the whole parking lot, hoping to see you again. You've been looking down at your hands for goodness knows how long. You only looked up one you heard him cup his hands together and blow into them.

You cleared your throat, turning the seat warmer on for him. He must've gotten used to the warm Monaco weather for a cold city like this. The two of you sat in silence for a couple minutes. You didn't dare to look back at him, because you knew he was looking at you. And if you looked at him, who knows what would happen next because for sure you're still fucking dying to kiss him.

"Max, I'm sorry." / "Y/N, I'm sorry."

The two of you froze, looking at each other. "You go first." Max nodded.

You took in a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts. "I didn't mean to end things that way." and i didn't want it to end, you wanted to add but opted to leave that out. "Torger barged in my room and told me to end it right then and there. I didn't really have a say in anything." You sighed deeply, scratching the back of your neck. A moment of silence dawned in the car until Max spoke again.

"That explains the spelling mistakes." he chuckled lightly, opening his phone and scrolling through until he found your message chat. You could see the 'ts pver' and 'domt tezt or tqlj to me wver afqin' messages at the bottom. an un received message holding the words 'wait what?' 'baby whats going on' you never saw these messages, you'd blocked him by then.

"We should've talked." You admitted. "In person- discussed things. This wasn't fair to you . . . I really am sorry. I should've never let someone take control of me like that. I ended up hurting you."

". . . I always thought you hated me." You sprung up eyes wide as you turned to him. "No no. Never." You shook your head. You weren't even over him. "I don't hate you, I never did, Max. You're too amazing and important to me for that." You didn't even realize the words coming out of your mouth.

The words that led the blond to cup the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss. A kiss he'd been waiting almost 3 years for.

[gladiatorcunt]

do you think modern!coryo is the type of man to babytrap reader without them knowing ? like by poking holes in the condoms or by replacing reader’s birth control pills with fake ones…

n when you end up pregnant he’d pretend to act all surprised even tho it’s what he’s wanted all along 🙈

cw: no really explicit stuff (putting up the mdni banner regardless bc of the dark content but there is one mention of sex) but there is MAJOR dubcon pregnancy and baby trapping talk, typical coryo warnings especially for this au

I've talked about this before, but i think baby trapping would be more of a last resort for him or at least wouldn't happen until he could weasel you out of school without you freaking out. Obviously if your relationship was falling apart fast enough before he planned to have kids, he'd make the decision to speed up the process. Coryo's one of those bfs who don't fuck with condoms because he wants to be "close", so I think that he'd go for the swapping birth control pills route.

So, it's either happening earlier in your relationship if he thinks he really needs to prove that what you have is forever & that he's committed, or it happens 2-3 years down the line when he has a more solid hold on you. When it goes down depends on how reluctant you are to commit.

He knows that it's such a hassle finding the right pill for your body. you have to be so consistent, and the hormones/side effects could easily have you thinking they're not worth it if the side effects are bad enough. But if you've found one that's.... fine (you're convinced no pill's going to be 100% perfect & you're tired of trying), then he'd have a harder time getting you off of them.

He'll get a bottle of those sugar pills and swap them with the birth control while you're sleeping. you don't really notice a difference in the sex because let's be real, he's just always like that and the breeding kink is severe. Coryo doesn't act any different, he doesn't have to. Even if this is happening in a timeline where it's far earlier than he planned, it's what he wants, and the satisfaction gives him the glow he knows you're going to have too sooner or later.

One day he gets a phone call from you in the middle of the night and somehow, he just knows it's you because he immediately springs up. You hate phone calls and almost always prefer to text unless you literally have to call someone, so the fact that it must be something serious makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter. Coryo clears his throat and calmly tells you to stay put in your dorm and to wait for him to pick you up, he soothes you through your crying and assures you that he'll send someone over to pick your stuff up and no one will notice.

Once he's gotten you drowning in his silk sheets, he's trying to hold back his smile as he rubs your back and kisses your temple.

"What's wrong, petal? it breaks my heart seeing you all worked up like this."

He frowns genuinely when you don't respond but then you bring a shaky fist in front of him and start to uncurl your fingers around whatever you're holding.

You speak once you've calmed down enough, with a desperate tone as it becomes obvious what's in your hand.

"I- I'm so sorry, Coryo. I didn't mean for this happened at all and I'd never do anything to hurt your future. I- I'm on the pill and I know it's not completely effective, but I never thought that this would happen so soon."

It's adorable, in a way. Of course you didn't mean for this to happen, but he did. And you honestly thought that this was going to ruin his life, you're so sweet, but how could he care about tabloids or gossiping students when he'll have his family to focus on? his grandma'am will be so happy too, his father will just be glad he has an heir.

Still, he lets shock color his face as his mouth drops open. He glances between the pregnancy test and your shaking body several times before making a production out of sighing and gathering his strength. Coryo tenderly encapsulates your hands in his own and presses his forehead against yours.

"There's nothing you could do that would make me not want you and this baby. Yes, we're young and this was an accident, but it doesn't mean that we can't do this. You don't have to be afraid, bunny, you're never going to be alone." His words are firm, so sure of what he's saying that he can actually see the reluctance and fear in your eyes be replaced with certainty and excitement.

He's too serious to say "it's uterUS, babe" but he's so determined to fuse with you so it's basically the sentiment. convinced he gets sympathy pains but hides it. Whispers to your belly when you're asleep about how much he loves you and likes the baby & how perfect of a family he'll be & that he knows the baby's going to be the best older sibling. I've also said before that he'd a toxic boy dad imo, (not in the excusing 🍇way dw, he'd kick his son's ass and say that you can be as obsessive over your partner as you want but you don't do that) so he would tolerate the kid but at the end of the day they're fighting for your attention. I haven't really thought about if he'd use the kid to "innocently" keep tabs on you or further manipulate you by making sure you see how good of a dad he is, but the ideas are there.

First pregnancy gives y'all one kid but the second brings twins.

ⓒ faetreides 2024

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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (12) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n from miami, USA to sofia, bulgaria

bro miami gp was WILD i can't believe i slept thru it 😭

masterlist | last part | part 12 | next part

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oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 36m oscar sighting today vs lina sighting today

↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h its like 25 degrees in miami and 10 degrees in sofia

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aidan_ebass a love letter to sofia tagged: cameliazzz and selinabui

lottie2418 EXCUSE ME SIR THAT LAST PHOTO???

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EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 4h 🗨️| hey guys, recently a lot of my posts have been flooded with a bunch of lina hate. this is insanely unwarranted, if you don't like empty bottles or ANY of the members, please do not interact with my account. it's really disheartening to see so many people insult this incredibly hard-working woman that such a huge fanbase, including myself, adore and claiming to speak on behalf of her bandmates, friends and even boyfriend is absolutely vile. ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 4h admin i fear it's time to spam block bc i'm getting sick of it as well ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 3h alright, start throwing hands. any tongue that rises against selina bui shall fall, we ride at dawn

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 27m i am begging BEGGING that the european leg isn't completely FUCKED by the hate train like PLS LINA return to giving no shits and flirt all you want ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 12m well like... maybe let's not overdo the flirting

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eb_jonno your joking we just got rid of the nfl guy ↳ oscarpiastri @eb_jonno My skills would never get me to the NFL so I think you're safe

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kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h THEY DID IT OH MY GOD THEY DID THE GLOVE MOVE I'M INCONSOLABLE ↳ kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h @luna_apocolypse SLEEP WELL TWINSIE THOSE BITCHES ARE BACK TO BEING DERANGED ON STAGE

lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h we must look so unhinged to locals, we look like a bunch of victorian ladies screaming over a guy removing a pair of gloves i can't- ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h YES IT'S MASSIVE AND I'VE NEVER BEEN GLADER TO SEE THE RETURN OF THIS MOVE BUT HOLY SHIT WE'RE DYING OVER TWO BESTIES FAKE FLIRT

lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 53m HE KISSED HER HAND OH WE'RE SO BACK LUKAS ZHANG YOU LITTLE FLIRT EFNSDJCNSDI

opal @pxastrixxx · 21m i've said it before and i'll say it again; you do not treat friends like that ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 16m do you genuinely not know what a performance is?

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 3m Empty Bottles played Sofia (originally sung by @ clairo) as their audience selection song during the encore! ↳ amie <3 @mieflrs · 2m oh they understood the assignment this is EXACTLY the shit they should be getting lina to sing

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emptybottles_official First stop of the European leg done and dusted! Sofia, you guys were a dream, we hope you had fun with us these past two nights ❤️

cami.png when the weather's so cold lina debuts a new minidress with sleeves 😭

eb_jonno why are you doing me dirty, i thought we were friends ↳ emptybottles_official @eb_jonno You signed off on this photo ↳ eb_jonno @emptybottles_official can i... change my mind?

mrslukaszhang they all look so good it's criminal

sofia.michaels good day to be named sofia 🥰

oscarpiastri Hard Rock Stadium

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oscarpiastri P6² in Miami

pi4str1 oscar, sweetie, i don't think that's how math works

opeightyone That gorgeous gorgeous helmet 😍

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TWITTER

pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h WTF DID OSCAR HAVE THIS MORNING HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS SPECTACULAR

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piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 1h carlos sainz when i get my hands on you...

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 17m OH MY GOD OH MY GOD LANDO WIN???? LANDO NORRIS WINS???? ↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 8m rip 'lando nowins', u were one of the funniest nicknames of the sport

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from the phone of oscar piastri

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Hi! There’s not enough Tarquin fics so I was wondering if I could request Tarquin x reader where the mating bond snaps into place? (Doesn’t have to be at first sight but it’s up to you!)

Beach Walks

Tarquin x reader

A/n: I feel like I've seen one Tarquin fic and he's another with I'm potential bc he's such a flirt

Warnings: none

To relax after a stressful day of endless court meetings you loved to walk on the beach at sunset. You had changed into your favorite blue linen set and headed to the beach.

The sound of the waves crashing, the seagulls flying above, and the roll of the rocks and shells as the waves go back out was your favorite. It was calming. You stopped to put your feet in the water, letting the cool water rush over you.

You sensed someone walking toward you. Turning slowly to your new companion you spot Tarquin. He flashes a smile at you, stopping next to you, “Hi.” You smile back, “Hi.” You had always had a little crush on Tarquin. Your father had been one of his father's advisors during his time as High Lord. Since Tarquin became High Lord he asked your father to stay on. And during the last few years, your little crush has turned into more.

Over the last few months, his flirting with you had seemed more real. Instead of just the play flirting he'd do with other court ladies just to see them blush.

“I've noticed you've been taking these walks the last few weeks. I thought I'd join you if that's ok?” Your heart skipped a beat. Alone time with Tarquin was rare, it was always you, him, and Cresseida. Not that you were complaining, you loved them both dearly. But you cherished your one on one time with the High Lord.

He held his hand out for you and you took it. His hand felt soft in yours, and his bright blue eyes sparkled in the setting sunlight. As you walked down the beach together you talked about your days. Once you reach the end of the beach you come across the rocks you'd climb as children.

You started to walk on the flat rocks as Tarquin held your hand. The surface was still slippery from being soaked in the ocean all day. “So, y/n, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Your gaze moves from the surface of the rocks to his face. His features set in a serious yet nervous frown.

You paused walking, tilting your head, “What's on your mind?” Still holding your hand, he runs his thumb over the back of your hand. He took a deep breath, “I wanted to ask you something, and I hope that you don't think I'm overstepping.” your heart began pounding against your chest. Is he about to confess his feelings for you? Or tell you he started seeing someone? Your mind was racing.

“You can ask me anything, you know that.” He flashes you that charming smile again and looks down for a moment. “Would you want to know about the mating bond if it hadn't snapped for you yet?” you scrunched your brows together. No one's ever asked you that before. “I think I would. Especially if I know the person. Everyone dreams of finding their mate and I’d like to know mine.”

Tarquin breathes out a sigh of relief. “You'd want the whole truth from the person?” “I would. We've been faced with so much deception and uncertainty, I want to know something that's for sure.” He was smiling brightly.

“Y/n I need to tell you something.” he paused, thinking about his next words, “Do you remember a few months ago when we were in the library really late, and you fell asleep?” You nod, words failing you as tightness forms in the back of your throat. You're trying to keep tears at bay, but if this is going where you think it's going, you're going to fail soon.

“I went to put a blanket on you and the bond snapped for me. I've had feelings for you for a long time now and if you want to, I want to explore this bond with you.” Tears start to fall, and you launch yourself into Tarquins arms. He holds you and spins you around.

He plants you in the sand. Breaking apart to look up at him and confess, “I've had feelings for you too, Tarquin. And I want to explore this with you.” He leans his forehead against yours. Cupping your jaw and the back of your head in his hands, Tarquin angles your head, kissing you deeply.

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[satrs]

Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°10

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! grinding. Teasingggg. Handjob.

a/n: Biggg chapter dis time (wordcount: 3k) bc I'm putting this story on hold for some time. Enjoy!

Once you walked into your apartment,

the man who you were living with was nowhere in sight. But you were too exhausted to wrap your head around it, so you just made your way to your bed, ready to plop down and drift into a deep slumber.

Maybe he was out, at blue lock or at some girl's house. Well, since he didn't have any house keys, he would need to sleep at the doorstep, because you're definitely not getting out of bed after getting into it.

You quickly stepped out of your clothes, sloppily throwing on your nightwear before crawling into bed. Your arm extended to grab what seemed to be a pillow, but as you touched it more firmly, your brows frowned.

"Ow." You jumped at the sound of the deep voice, a loud yelp causing you to almost fall off your bed, quickly turning on the light on the nightstand. "Oli'? What the fuck?"

He rubbed his eyes in a tired manner, hand flying to his chest. Bare chest. He was half naked. In your bed. "Your bed is hellaaa comfy. Where did ya buy it?"

You were too exhausted to deal with him right now. "Get out!"

Finally, he opened his eyes to take a look at your irritated expression, getting meet with a way more delightful sight. He whistled at the sight of your nightgown. "Damn Y/N. That really is your color."

As you were about to throw a pillow at him, he declared his defeat and sat at the end of your bed, hand rubbing his neck. "Alright, alright, calm down. Where ya comin' from so late anyway?"

You threw the pillow back onto the bed, getting read to lay for rest again. "None of your fucking business." He hummed at your words, standing up and ready to leave your room without a revolt.

"Wait." the sound of your voice made him stop in his tracks and look at you, eying you in curiosity.

"I took the offer. For the job at blue lock." He was happy for you, really. "Great, I'm glad."

You made him stop his movements once again, sitting up in your bed while propping yourself on your elbows. "And, you can go back too. To blue lock, I mean."

He looked at you confused, ready to question your words before you beat him to it. "I talked with Reo and said my conditions for working there would be a good amount of money and," you looked away shyly, avoiding his piercing gaze, "and you're back in the ring at blue lock. He agreed. You're in, starting tomorrow."

He didn't know what to say or do. Were you fucking with him just now? "Wait, wait. I don't understand-" "I'm serious." You interrupted him, then eyed the empty side of your bed. "Hop back in, the couch must be really uncomfy. But no touching."

"You're crazy, you know that?" he complied, walking up to the opposite side of the bed, not questioning any further. He was at a loss of words, first you allow him to stay with you now you got him a job and the thing he loves the most back? You barely knew him for a few days, so, why?

"And you like it." , you teased, hiding your sly smirk under the covers. He noticed, throwing off the blanket to get in himself, chuckling at your remark.

He looked at you,"yeah, I love it." Before you could lose yourself in his mesmerizing eyes, you placed a big body pillow between the both of you because you knew if you would look at him only a second longer, you would end up on top of him.

You turned around and made yourself comfortable, biting your lip in an attempt to tame your wild thoughts. "Goodnight."

His eyes still lingered on your turned body, eyeing the curve your gorgeous body created under the covers, fingers itching to throw the sheets off, and you on top of himself.

"Night."

【☆】★【☆】

In the morning, you woke up as the sun tickled your skin, attempting to turn around with a grimace attached to your face, but as you attempted to make yourself comfortable, you couldn't move in the slightest.

You felt a heavy weight on you, one leg thrown over yours, arm caging you against the broad chest of the dark haired male.

As you stirred awake, you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, unsuccessfully. Your ass wiggling soon stopped as you heard him grunt lowly, noticing something hard against the curve of your ass. You gasped as you realized what was going on, but not intending to stop your movements either. What can you say? This was kind of sexy.

Your face twitched up into a smirk, softly biting your lower lip in anticipation, his grunts and low moans edging you on. He soon came to realize the sensation he was put under, eyes fluttering open. But before he could open his mouth, you quickly pushed him onto his back, straddling him. The man let out a choked moan at that, feeling your pussy through the fabric.

You really didn‘t understand what has gotten into you, but you just couldn‘t hold back any longer. Since the day he was in your home, you could barely shake those sinful thoughts out of your mind, longing to touch him - feel him.

He was in no better condition: hand gliding over his face as he groaned out a low ‚ fuck‘ in frustration, other hand moving to cautiously caress your hip. He let you take what you wanted, predator like eyes inspecting the movement of your hips against his now painfully hard cock.

„We really shouldn’t-„ „shut up. You know you want it.“ your sudden dominance made his eyes widen in shook, causing his cock to leak against his boxers.

You leaned down, placing open-mouthed kisses onto his neck, shoulders and finally his mouth, tongues tangling into a tantalizing mess.

He felt like he was in heaven. Never had a woman ever acted towards him like that, always him putting in all the work. This only made his desire for you grow even larger, soon understanding the possessiveness that sae seemed to have with you.

Finally, your hands reached down his toned chest, dancing under his belly button as you teased him. Giggling at his desperate groans, your hand lifted the waistband of his boxers and-

Your phone was ringing. Shit. You still didn’t quit your job, it was probably your boss. Hand retreating back to yourself as you took your phone in hand, reading the caller ID.

Oliver was visibly displeased, a dramatic whine erupting out of him as he let out an annoyed huff.

“Sae?” Oh, speaking of the devil. This red haired fucker was a cock blocker even through the fucking phone. Great.

„What’s up? I’m busy right now.“ Oliver closed his eyes and admitted defeat, sensing the sexual tension falling down. He probably will have a bad day today.

„You’re always busy. Anyway, I’ve heard. Congrats and all, but, are you really alright with that? And what does that frat boy Oliver got to do with you?“

Oliver's eyes wandered to your face at the mention of his name, already sensing that the caller probably didn’t put in a good word for him. You bit your lip in an attempt to hide your laughter, hand apologetically stroking his cheek as you got off of him, walking out of the room.

“This god-damned brat.” Oliver was still feeling bitter about the interruption, thoughts lingering on what would’ve happened if you didn’t pick up that damn phone.

It was probably for the best, he thought, still thinking otherwise deep down. His hard-on, now long gone from the sound of the man on the other line, lifting himself up with a grunt as he made his way to the bathroom to get ready.

You were seated on the couch, intensely listening to the sound of the older Itoshi's voice, trying to comprehend his words. “What?”

„You heard me. I’m coming over right now. Got something to eat for you too, so you don’t have to cook or anything.“

Wait, nonono- he can’t come now. Bad, bad timing. First, you were still kind of horny, and second of all-how the fuck would he react if he saw Oliver at your place now? Gosh, this can’t be happening.

But before you could decline his offer, he already hung up, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips. “Stubborn dickhead.”

【☆】★【☆】

„Busy. Oh, I see.“ you didn’t dare to look into Sae‘s eyes, already suspecting the judgmental look on his face. He just stepped into the door, Oliver coming right into his sight of view, still only in his boxers, toothbrush shoved into his mouth while he flashed Sae an annoyed look.

“It’s not what it looks like.” you sighed in frustration, lips forming a thin line at the scenario. “Hell yea, it is.” Oliver was quick to return, a prideful smirk visible on his lips, annoying Sae only further.

He ignored him, walking past him to the already set dinning table by you, placing the food he bought onto it. You explained to him why that man was in your apartment in the first place, trying to change sae‘s view of the situation.

His demeanor relaxed a bit at your explanation but still mad at the man in the room. “You could’ve just asked me instead of trying to get your dick wet here.”

You snapped at him for his blunt and open statement, Oliver's and your brows frowning at him. „See? That’s why I didn’t ask you. Also, I really like it here.“ Oliver said that with a teasing smirk on his face, clearly pissing off Sae even further.

Sae fully turned to the man, keys of his car jiggling in his hand at the action. „You’re coming with me to mine. Y/N needs time for herself, she has to prepare herself for tonight. And you need to too. It’s your comeback, after all.“

His dictating answer made you look at Oliver, giving him an apologetic look. You formed the words ‚ next time‘ to him, causing the boxer to smile at you and sae to turn to you right after.

„Hurry up and get dressed. Now.“ Oliver clicked his tongue at Sae‘s words, really not in the mood to go cause a scene right in front of you, gathering his clothes before throwing them on quickly.

He walked up to you, placing a quick kiss onto of your head, causing heat to shoot up your face before he walked out and bid his goodbye to you, “See ya.”

You gave him a quick wave, turning your attention to the man next to you as Oliver disappeared from your sight. „I know what you're thinking. We didn’t-„

“Oh, I’m not thinking anything Y/N.” sae interrupted you, expression disappointing his words. Your frustration was growing to your head at this point. What was he, your dad?

“You’re just mad I didn’t let you stay here, right?” He kissed his teeth at your words, both of you already knowing his answer. Of course, he was. He could’ve tended your needs just fine, so why let that guy stay over?

He walked up to your door, “later”, he said, before heading after Oliver, closing the door behind him.

【☆】★【☆】

Earlier, when Oliver and Sae left, you immediately called up your boss, quitting your job. Throughout the day, you couldn't help but feel excited for what was about to come. You were also curious of what would happen today. And who would be there?

And now, as you were in your 'personal chamber', as Reo would call it, you grown tobe very found of this. You barely have anything to do, only once an hour or something a boxer came in, injured and ready to be patched up by you. One of them right now was Shidou. He was seated on the leather, same familiar smirk adoring his face as he deeply inspected the movements of your hands on his body.

"Did I already told you how hot you look while doing me?" You rolled your eyes at his words, trying to contain the smile that was about to creep up your face. "Like two minutes ago. Plus, I'm not doing you. I'm just patching you up." He let a laugh escape his lips. "Yeah, yeah, whatever word suits you. Still lookin' sexy as hell, ma'." it was your turn to chuckle, chewing on your bottom lip as you locked eyes with him.

He licked his lips at that, eyes hanging low in pleasure as his gaze switched from your lips to your eyes frequently. Your hand stopped their movements, staying in place ontop of Shidou's chest. You legs moved between his parted ones, inching closer to the young man. "What are you doin' ma?" He questioned your action in a teasing undertone, hand moving to rest on your hip, thumb seductivly circling on your hip.

"Hmm I don't know," you began, face growing closer to his as you felt his hot breath on your skin, "What do you want me to do?" He growled at you, hold on your hip sneaking behind your back to take ahold of your rear. "I'ma give you three guesses."

He fondled your ass, other hand sneaking around your waist to make you straddle his lap. "Take care of you?" You first guess caused him to roll his hips up into yours, nodding. "Mhm. But you know how?" You returned him a shake of your head 'no'. He snickered at your innocent play, hand on your ass now grinding your lower region ontop of his growing buldge, earning a low moan from you in return.

"No fair Doll. Fun without me?" your head snapped at the source of the voice, swiftly jumping to your feet, which made Shidou kiss his teeth in annoyance. "Fuck you want? Here's the nursing room."

Nagi was visibly annoyed by Shidou's presence, not failing to let him know that. "Oh I know. That's why I'm here." He lifted his head to show his bruised nose, blood dripping out of it. "Think you can do something about that pretty?"

The tanned man jumped to his feet, walking up to Nagi as he let out a pity laugh. "A Fuckin' nosebleed, wow. What typa' pussy are you?" The white haired man stood his ground, lifting his head with pride to match Shidou's stance. "You're all good for what I can tell. Do you want to get your ass out of here or do you need me to do that for you?"

Shidou just scoffed at him shoving the man with his shoulder as he passed him and went out of the room, annoyance painting his face. As Shidou disappeared out of the room nagi‘s gaze was back on you, approaching you. „Why him?“ He asked, your face heating up in embarrassment as you ignored his question, trying to reach for his nose to clean it up.

As you instructed him to sit on the leather lie so you could tend his needs better, he complied, taking a seat as his low lidded eyes starred up at your figure. „Should be a little lower don’t you think?“ His hands sneaked around your hip, thumb brushing over it in circles in a teasing manner.

You were growing impatient. All the teasing and interrupting you had to bear today caused you to grow irritated, longing for relief. So what would you do in this situation? Handsome man beneath you, starring up at you with such lustful eyes? Exactly.

Your lips smashed against his, teeth and tongue clashing against each other. But before you seated yourself on his lap you wanted to lock the door, making sure no one would interrupt the both of you.

Nagi tightened his grip around you, throwing you right on top of him as his breathing was ragged. „Don’t worry doll. Already locked it.“ With that his lips were back on yours, hands groping your thighs and squeezing the plush of them.

This was moving way to slow-too lazy. So you had to take matters into your own hands. With one swift motion you pinned nagi down onto the leather seat, hands disappearing into his shirt as you explored his well trained body.

„Fuck.“ You could feel something hard nudging at your thigh, one hand quickly dipping into his pants to tease his aching cock through his boxers. „You better not leave me l-like last time doll.“ His voice was drenched in pleasure, teeth capturing his bottom lip as your hands sneaked into his boxers, pumping his already hard cock.

„This is only so you feel better, Nagi. Take it as your treatment.“ He moaned as your thumb brushed over his angry tip, smearing his precum all over his length.

He took what you gave him, sighs and moans escaping his mouth as he let you do the work. „What a lazy boy. You like it when someone does the work for you huh?“ You took your chance to tease him in his state, a gasp catching in his lungs as your fist tightened around his leaking cock.

„Fuckfuckfuck.“ His ragged breathing and slight stuttering of his hips into yours made you wary of his incoming orgasm, your lips attacking his collarbone and neck while steadily pumping him through his high, his moans like a melody to your ears as you felt the sticky and white fluid cover your knuckles. With one last suck of your lips you leaned upwards, your artpiece on display on his neck.

At the sight of your grin and the burning sensation on his neck he figured what you did. His hands swiped along the spot, catching his breath from his previously achieved pleasurable high. „So you claimed me huh?“

You bit back a laugh, taking a clean towel nearby to clean him and your hand off, carefully tugging his cock back into his boxers as you took your previous damp towel, some blood soaking in the white color and wiped off remains of the fight on his nose.

With a soft pat to his cheek and a clasp of your hand you sprung to your feet, walking up to the door of your room. „Alright all done! I’m taking my break now.“

Nagi just layed there in disbelief, eyes fixated on the door to which you disappeared behind. He sat up, huffing out a small laugh. „She’s unbelievable.“ He said, mind playing off the previous scenarios with you.

„I need her.“





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[crossedsabers10s]

I saw something about Damon being a shapeshifter and going gender is stupid. Any more hcs or scenarios on that?

alkfdjalkfjdsf okay okay so!!! In S1 he was very much playing a role. He was the Bad Guy. Except that was to mask his real mission. He was there to save Katherine. Tormenting Stefan and causing trouble in Mystic falls are also goals, but secondary to the first, more amusements than anything. He also probably spent literal decades planning out exactly how everything was going to go. Some of his decisions were absolutely for the Drama. Like. Taking a Founding Family Daughter to a Ball in the Lockwood Manor to Retrieve the Amulet-Key??? Dramaaaa. He didn't need to do that. (I mean part of it was def Bothering Stefan, but he really could have just gotten an invitation into the house discreetly at any point prior. There was time between the comet 'charging' Emily's Amulet and the night of the party.) It really just strikes me as 'This is The Plan.' one he's spent who knows how long thinking of. So he has a Role to Play. That role is romantic hero/vengeful lover. He's very set on that, plus I imagine he wanted to present himself as similar, but not quite the same as the man Katherine has once known. Being in Mystic Falls, he's deliberately portraying a version of himself.

This being a very rambling way to say that after he realizes his entire life was based off a lie, Damon goes back to--like yeah sure I'm generally guy-shaped--(insert someone repeating 'generally?' with confusion here)--but who cares about that??? This vampire has spent decades hanging out in every dive bar imaginable and a lot of them had been drag clubs and gay bars and sex clubs and every shade of what society demanded be kept away from the rest of them. Gender isn't even like. some unimportant human concept to him, it's also one humans Made Up that doesn't apply to Other Humans and some of them just enforce the idea of it. It starts off small, in the 'when did you paint your nails?' sense, then he just starts going, yeah this IS a woman's top, but I'm rocking it and I Can Kill You, i think that's more important than how good I look in this sweater. Boots with more of a heel to them, occasional makeup, just whatever he feels like at the time. Sometimes he keeps his original body but wears a skirt, sometimes it's ambiguously androgynous in the 'excuse me, ma'am--sir? sorry, uh, here's your coffee.' And sometimes it's oh those are very much breasts, but that is a men's shirt and his face has stubble. Very nice clothes, like he had tailored shirts in canon, it's the same here. Really nice tops and skirts and shoes. Makeup On Point, expensive stuff, subtle jewelry, Caroline is lowkey annoyed he has such good taste. and also keeps wanting to look through his closet. Throw in some shapeshifting and its 'Are you a man or a woman?' 'I'm a vampire. Sometimes I'm a crow.' 'But what's in your pants?' 'fangs.' Given how very small town 2009 Mystic Falls is, this does not endear him to some people and probably sets him further apart than he was in canon. Though, I do like to imagine that the Originals don't even blink at this and just take it in stride before going back to their Murder Plots. Elijah is particularly gentlemanly, and does all those automatic 'holding out his arm' or 'holding the door, or a jacket' gestures with no reserve.

At some point Damon replaces all the (he usually goes by he because he doesn't especially equate pronouns with gender and does switch it up occasionally but sticks with he/him and his original name bc that's what he introduced himself as and bc Stefan would Make It a Thing--more about Damon throwing away every connection to his human life than him being a jackass, i think, but) but he replaces the pictures of the original Salvatore Siblings in the town archives and basically invents a sister solely for the purposes of gaslighting people into thinking he's the Original Damon Salvatore's Vampire Twin Sister Who Assumed Her Brother's Identity. Elena has to actually ask Stefan if he has a sister, which he denies, except it was a confusing conversation which left her unsure if they actually had a sister at some point or not and Damon somehow convinces her that Stefan doesn't know the actual truth and that he's his own twin. (He was very bored between the post-Tomb Opening binge drinking and depressed episodes.)

Katherine, watching this go down through binoculars: I think I'm proud? Shame he's going to try to kill me, I want to know where he gets his shoes.

i imagine if he wanted to keep up the Masquerade, but walk around town in a different form, he has an ID and backstory all set for a distant cousin on his mother's side. Her name is Desdemona, yeah they do look a lot alike, they both take after their mother's family. Stefan, stuck escorting his 'cousin' around town: please stop inventing Family Drama to talk about, you literally killed off any real family we have.

Damon, who has made a fake family tree and charts and has files on personalities complete with Thanksgiving Dinner Level Gossip: Not on your life. Don't you want to know how cousin Georgina gets back at Evil Aunt Charlotte?

Stefan: ...you need a hobby. A different hobby.

Damon: listen, it's this or murder. you pick.

Stefan: *sighs* Did Cousin Georgina elope?

Damon: She Eloped!! This, of course, enraged Evil Aunt Charlotte so much she had a heart attack and died!! Right there in the dining room!!

Stefan: we told people we were orphans with no close family, Damo--..Desdemona.

Damon, mentally plotting out how Evil Aunt Charlotte's funeral is going to have suspicious man in all black attend, who, when he turns to leave, reveals a gun under his jacket: We were estranged, problem solved. They didn't like Father. honestly, who did?

okay that took a very cracky turn but!! Vampires using their powers and immortality for Ridiculous Shit is my favorite thing

Gradually practicing until he can hold a full shift for as long as he wants and just disappears for a week to be a bird bc god knows the murders hanging around town are more fun than the people. Blood red lipstick and winged eyeliner and feathers nearly blending in with black hair. Eyes a touch too wide or irises oddly sized, dark blue nearly corner to corner. Spends a month breaking limbs oddly often bc he fucked up his bones and now theyre hollow even when he’s human-shaped. Maybe in this verse vampires are a bit wilder, a bit more connected to dark powers, and Damon especially so. Some others get stuck or can only partially adopt animal form, giving them a bestial appearance—and play their part in the myth of vampirism, the origin of some of the world’s stories.

Stefan can’t shift, doesn’t really have that talent and has none on animal blood, but when he isn’t maybe he can float a bit. Some murderous parody of Peter Pan—forever young and forever luring people away never to be seen again. (He could fly in the books, once he’s had more than animal blood. So could Damon.)

[coldflasher]

so me and my friend had to put our flash (re)watch on pause for a while bc she broke her ankle so we haven't seen each other in a while, but we finally picked season 8 back up and. god. i don't even have anything funny or insightful to say about it because it's just bad. it's so bad. and i couldn't even put my finger on why it was so bad at first, but eventually my friend pointed out that like. NOTHING happens. the characters literally just stand in a circle and talk. then whenever something DOES happen they go "hey so this thing just happened, hold on a sec while i describe it word for word in case you missed it." there's no action 90% of the time and there's no meta of the week for the most part so every episode feels samey and directionless as we slowly crawl our way towards a resolution of a plotline that isn't particularly compelling anyway

the characters are flat and nothingy. barry, the main character of the show, does FUCKING NOTHING EVER. there was one scene where he was running down the street, which he obviously used to do in every single ep, and my friend was like "holy shit i feel like we haven't actually seen him RUN in ages" and she was right. the man whose WHOLE SUPERPOWER IS RUNNING VERY FAST DOESN'T RUN ANYWHERE ONSCREEN FOR LIKE SIX EPS STRAIGHT. we see him run in and out of rooms but never see a straight shot of him running TO anywhere. WHY?

then there's the fact that the overarching plots are bad. the characters are split into two factions that don't interact at all. iris having time sickness could be cool and interesting and there's lots of potential for interesting character work there, but instead of making anything happen they have her sit on a couch and not touch anything in case she erases it from the timeline.

at one point she literally GOES MISSING and barry just. DOES NOTHING?? im sorry, fuck whatever else is happening, you know if iris disappeared he'd be tearing the city apart looking for her but all that happens is cecile is like "omg barry i can feel that you're sad, what's going on??" and he's like "iris is missing, im worried about her." WHAT!! THEN FUCKING LOOK FOR HER YOU DINGBAT!! i've said this before but s1-4 barry would absolutely beat the shit out of this version of himself if he found out about this

and don't even get me STARTED on caitlin and her almost husband, the skeleton fire demon who eats grief---again, this had the bare bones (pun intended) of an interesting plotline; a meta that feeds off people's grief could actually be really powerful and interesting to explore, but he's a magic skeleton from another universe who tricks her by pretending to be her dead husband so it's just stupid. at one point the characters like "why are we doing this plotline now, 7 years after ronnie died?" and i'm like yes, why ARE we? because again, having caitlin fall prey to the manipulations of a malevolent force that feeds on grief would actually be very topical and interesting if it had happened in, say, s2, when ronnie had just died for the second time. if her grief was fresh and raw and painful it could be conceivable that she'd be desperate enough to go "well i thought he was dead once and he survived, maybe he did it again", and cling to that, allowing herself to be tricked into believing this evil sentient flame skull was really ronnie. but it's been SEVEN YEARS and she literally just got a new boyfriend who has no personality and who we never see again, so it doesn't make any sense and i don't care. also the show keeps trying to convince you to care by having caitlin go "ronnie was such a valuable member of the team, you knew and loved him!!" and it's like... did we though? did we really? he's never made a big impression on me personally. the only character who was close to ronnie and actually knew him was cisco and he's not here. they added a few flashbacks and a proposal scene to try and make us care more about the caitlin/ronnie relationship but they didnt do anything for me because i was too busy staring at danielle's terrible wig. like babes that is NOT what caitlin's s1 hair looked like, did you even try

the skeleton fire demon stuff is actually kind of enjoyable to watch at times purely because it's so fucking ridiculous, the whole thing is a trainwreck, so i did somewhat enjoy getting to make fun of it but JESUS CHRIST IT'S SO TERRIBLE. HOW DID THE SHOW FALL SO FAR. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

[milkweedman]

hi, sorry if this is something you've answered before, but how did you get started with spinning? and do you have an reccs for beginners? i'm not a fiber arts person (yet) but i think the skills are mind-blowingly cool. i have a few friends that are into crochet also and while i don't do so i think it would be nice to be able to make them yarn etc :)! thank u <3

Hi ! I got started with spinning about 5 years ago now--I ordered a turkish spindle and some andean highland wool from knitpicks, tried it out, and really sucked.

Like. really sucked. couldn't even make bad yarn bc it just kept falling apart (due to undertwisting ! if your yarn is falling apart in your hands, it's undertwisted. there, i just saved you about a month of misery, if you're me lol). Put it away for a while, tried again, was still bad at it, rinse and repeat for about a year. eventually something clicked and i started being able to make more than like, an armspan of yarn before it became disastrous.

not saying it's that hard for everyone (i've watched some people pick it up in like... 5 minutes), or that it'll be that hard for you ! that's just how it went with me.

I do have some recs for beginners which will hopefully help ! (i didn't have this community on tumblr at the time, and didn't know there were forums on ravelry, so i had no community help or knowledge, which did not work in my favor).

Get a basic drop spindle with a hook on the end, if you can. Drop spindles come in many different forms, but the two main categories are top whorl and bottom whorl (meaning, where the circular whorl is placed on the shaft of the spindle). top whorl spindles spin faster but for a shorter period of time and can be more unbalanced. bottom whorl spindles spin slower but for longer, and are typically more balanced (physics, idk). everyone has their own preferences--i tend to recommend bottom whorl spindles to beginners because it kind of slows the process down, which can be helpful. if you've got a little extra money, buying a top whorl and a bottom whorl spindle could be a good idea. they're pretty cheap on etsy, esp if you get a very plain and simple one and just decorate it yourself.

spindle weight matters a lot. the heavier the spindle, the thicker the resulting singles will be. (singles are what you spin first, then you ply them together if desired). the lighter the spindle, the thinner the singles. this means if you get a very heavy spindle and try to spin something fine on it, it'll likely snap under the weight. and if you try to spin something thick on a light spindle, you'll be constantly flicking it and not adding very much twist (so it may just fall apart into sad fluff). my favorite all-purpose spindle for yarns that won't be particularly thin weighs about 2 ounces (55 grams). that will be too heavy for fine yarns, but works well for making like, worsted weight 2 ply. i would recommend a spindle somewhere in the 1-2 ounce range (30-55 grams) for a basic beginner spindle. once you get the hang of it feel free to go for the very light spindles or the heavier plying spindles.

don't buy roving for your first fiber. almost everyone does that, and many people end up with really low quality (and sometimes even compressed or partially felted) roving. roving can be great for spinning once you know what you're doing, but it's kind of... uniquely unsuited for beginners, in my opinion anyway. firstly because it is the most common preparation, it's not really treated with care by many companies when it comes to storage (hence the compression or felting). secondly, it's really easy to felt it in your hands when you're doing the beginner sweaty-hands-deathgrip-drafting-with-all-your-might thing (i'll get to that later). thirdly, again because it's the most common prep, there's a thriving market of garbage shitty roving, and it takes a little experience telling the difference between decent stuff and garbage stuff based on an internet page. I would highly recommend spending a little bit more money on a batt. this is like a large pillow of carded wool, which you pull strips off of to spin. they are sold in a far less-compressed state (which makes for easier spinning) and are, as far as im aware, made by humans with experience, rather than machines.

the breed matters a lot when it comes to spinning. some breeds have finer, more slippery wool, and some have grabby wool. grabby wool is better for learning (it means less of your yarn just slipping apart and breaking). some good beginner breeds are shetland, corriedale, jacob, romney, or other similar wools. the fiber market is inundated with merino (either a great thing or a source of misery, depending on who you ask), which is not a particularly good beginner breed (it's definitely on the slippery, finer side).

once you've got all your materials, it's spinning time ! find a youtube tutorial or a written tutorial (check your library for books on spinning. i have no recommendations--i did not learn from books). you could also check and see if there's a spinner's guild in your area. it depends on the guild (some are kind of, uh... snooty, for lack of a better word ? most seem pretty friendly and happy to help newcomers) but you might be able to show up to a meeting and get some help. ideally get some practice with the spindle first though.

lastly, some tips for spinning. A) keep the fiber supply held loosely in your hand, or better yet, draped over your hand so that the fiber you're drafting is only held in your fingertips. if you hold it tightly you won't be able to draft evenly. you may also compress and/or felt it by holding it, especially if your hands are sweaty. B) try spinning using the 'park and draft' method while you are learning. this is where you add a bunch of extra twist to the already-spun yarn (or leader, for the first length), pinch the twist to hold it in place, and draft fiber, allowing the twist to travel up the wool as you draft it. this is a good technique for learning because it isolates the actions of spinning, letting you focus on one part at a time. trying to keep the spindle going while drafting when you're brand new is not easy, and can lead to a lot of frustration and mistakes. once you've got the hang of drafting, then it's a great time to figure out how to do it all at once. C) work slowly and thoughtfully while you learn. what you're doing at first is twofold: you're figuring out the process and what works and what doesn't, but you're also building muscle memory, which is what spinners (really, pretty much everyone who practices hand crafts or hand work of any kind) rely on. i can get high af and zone out and spin and end up with a usable (sometimes even pretty good) yarn, because even when my brain isn't working, my hands know what to do. this is not the case for someone without the muscle memory. pay attention, step away if you get frustrated, and work slowly. as you build muscle memory, it will become easier and easier. D) your first yarns don't have to be good. they don't even really have to be yarn, as such--if you ended up with something thats rope at one end and thread at another, that's ok ! you're learning ! the purpose of your first yarns is just to teach you how to spin. if they look like shit, it's ok. (mine looked awful, for the record ! i don't think i've seen anything quite as bad as my very first yarn, actually. wish i'd kept it though xD)

hope this was helpful ! there's also this post about how to tell if your yarn is under or over twisted, which might be of use, and this post about finishing your yarn as well. and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me or another spinner (the overwhelming majority of us are very happy to help a new spinner) for advice or help !

[purpurussy]

id love to know more about your dinok au <333

thank you for asking <3 + sorry for responding to this a little late! i'm having trouble formulating my thoughts on it atm

my concept is that dan never found phil's channel, never met him, went to uni and married a girl he met there, and became a somewhat unsuccessful legal professional because he fucking hates his job. the vibe for him is that he kinda just let life drag him along, without really allowing himself to actually Live, and now he's in too deep to just come out as gay... like he's experiencing some insane cognitive dissonance dshshglk. coping through denial+alcohol has been working okay for him so far but now his career is flopping heavily and his marriage is falling apart bc he doesn't want kids (obviously) and his wife starting to suspect something is up. he meets phil through a mutual friend who he plays final fantasy with, they start talking via discord and then it's like "but wait what's this? my god it's manic pixie dream girl phil lester with a steel chair"

it's very angsty, slow burn, will they/won't they. but trust that phil is gonna see this sopping wet mess of a man and say "i can fix him" (and then dan will fix himself because i don't like that trope <3 but he needs phil to help him see that he can live his truth and be happy yk)

it's kinda hard to write because it's a bit depressing... i'm finally getting to the part where they meet irl and things start to turn around, but so far it's just been dan drinking to cope and feeling lonely :( i'm trying to go back and edit some humor into it to make it less upsetting to read lmfao. although it's fun to create a contrast between how bad dan's life fucking sucks and how much joy and whimsy he finds in talking to phil <3 it's also just really hard to write denial/cognitive dissonance if that makes sense? there's a lot to explore psychologically. and also I don't want to frame dan's beard wife as an antagonist, I feel like it would be very easy to demonize her but she's not to blame for this mess ykwim. like i don't want dan to be a "my bitch wife" kinda guy DSGSHGKG he's just scared. and the story is supposed to be about him being brave and healing, and realizing that a better life is possible. like he is his own antagonist dslskfghgjkl

I'm also enjoying the concept of the timeline roughly following their irl 2009 timeline. like they start talking around dan's 33rd birthday, meet on october 19th etc. i like the idea of some things being kinda constants even in a different timeline

anyway they just voice chat for a while and get to know each other without actually even knowing what the other looks like. and they lowkey fall in love even before they've even seen each other. so here is them seeing pics of each other for the first time and dying in a tragic double penis explosion incident

(earlier on phil tried to be like "why are you gay? you are gay." but dan just got scared and dodged the question so now he's not even out to phil . can you believe. that's gonna be real awkward when they start making out sloppy style 3 chapters later)

(also i just realized i've written [dan] like a million times while writing this LMAO that did not actually click for me until now)

sorry for rambling for ages! i'm so tired atm so i can't really be coherent lmao.

i really wanna post this once it's done, but i'm worried it'll be too sad and angsty at the beginning and people won't be into it 😭 i'm probably not doing a good job selling this but it'll be okay i promise

also shoutout to the people who helped me brainstorm dan's username! i havent decided yet but i like the idea of him picking something generic at first, and then changing it to something more meaningful as he goes on his little journey of self-discovery

[powerbottomblake]

I'm thinking about ruby and yang so much, the parallels,, the way they grew up affected them in SO MANY WAYS 🫠🫠🫠

Like I just think about v5 Yang "and i had to pick up the pieces" and Ruby "expect to pick people up" AND I JUST DIE

Like we know for a fact that Yang just started bottling everything up when Summer died and had to take care of ruby herself while their dad was completely depressed (and let's be real, Qrow was probably to scared to stay with them too long bc of his semblance, GOD THIS FAMILY CAN STORE SO MUCH TRAUMA, IT'S JUST OOZING EVERYWHERE)

So OF FUCKIN COURSE ruby, who grew up with yang as a role model/parental figure, absorbed ALL OF HER BAD COPING MECHANISMS, how many times do we think both of them had to put a smiling mask for their father or each over, just so they wouldn't worry anyone more than they already do ????

I think what started to tip the balance for ruby, was when yang stopped wearing the mask at the end of v3. Like blake leaving, the fall of beacon, losing an arm, ruby being out, yang just collapsed AND SHE WAS A PILLER FOR RUBY. I definitely believe that they thought they could mutually support the shaky foundation of their mental state if they kept making each other believe that they were alright

SO in that moment when yang says she doesn't know if she's gonna be alright and "bad things just happens", ruby felt like SHE had to do double the work for herself and for yang

And like it's so telling that when yang goes to find ruby at the end of v4, she isn't ok either but still decides to put the mask back on, LIKE THE WAY THEY KEEP HIDING THEIR FEELINGS AND PUSH ON, THE XIAO LONG-ROSE SIBLINGS ARE SO BAD AT TAKING CARE OF THEMSELVES, YOU TWO ARE THE SAME !!! YOU KEEP ECHOING EACH OTHER BC YOU DON'T KNOW HOW ELSE IT WOULD WORK, they can't allow themselves to falter or else everything will just collapse 🫠🫠🫠

But the damage was already done,, yang clearly wasn't hiding it as well as before and ruby just kept the same level of responsibility, bc she can't lose yang again (both of them have so many issues and trauma about losing people,,,, it hurts so bad)

I feel like the only time she started to relax was in v7, yang was CLEARLY better with blake AND penny was back, the world might be shit but every one that matter is here and okay

(And I believe that penny was probably one of the most important person in her life, whatever it was that was going between those two (they certainly felt like aro/ace spec soulmates))

Now if we think about it, between the end v7 and the last episode, it's been 3 days of v8, and maximum 3 days of v9.

6. FUCKING. DAYS.

And she lost penny again. Yang didn't lose blake again. That doesn't seem fair. Why bad things keep happening to her. Everything is falling apart, weiss also seems very down, every time she tries to talk she gets cut off, and every attempt of wby to reach out also gets cut off or rejected by ruby bc she just can't brake. (Every one broke around her at least once, so if she does it, who will put them back on track ??? HAHA,,, TT-TT)

And to be fair, i don't think that blake and yang would have been together that soon if it wasn't for the storm. Like obviously it was about time, but they also kinda had to do it to get out, but ruby doesn't know that. In her mind it's must have felt like out of place, they get to be happy and carefree, while she's struggling so hard, can't they see that everything, every hope is burning down

It's really telling of how yang started to have better coping mechanisms and having things for herself (like talking about about her feelings etc) and ruby hasnt, bc everytime she tries there's just a new thing hitting her in the face, penny's death for example, (CRYING IN THE CLUB RN)

Ruby needs to talk and voice her feelings, with people (I believe in you little dude ✊️😔, look at how yang keeps getting better even if it's not linear !! You can start to break the generational trauma too !! Wby will always be there for you as long as they're alive, bc they love you and you are enough, you don't need to be strong all the time 🥺🥺, just be you !!!!

Anyways sorry for the long ask,, I just have so many thoughts about them

ahdjkshfjksdhfjkHJKJFDSHFJDKH I've been sitting on this ask for a while bc 1/ I loved going back to it every day to see someone lose their entire mind in my askbox in real time, 2/ I wanted to gear up to give you a proper response although honestly my first reflex would have been this:

do have a few pointers here though:

ruby's coping mechanism isn't one she got from yang per se, more like both of theirs developed alongside each other (yang had to step up and be the caregiver who hides her vulnerability behind humor; ruby chose to be the kid that's easy to cheer up! that's positive! that can kick back from anything! bc then it's also easier on yang)

what started tipping the balance for ruby is less yang's reaction to the fall of beacon and more the fall of beacon itself. Of course, having Yang put up a wall and freeze afterwards hurt her a LOT, but we need to remember that the fall of beacon itself was a deeply traumatic moment for everyone involved but especially ruby who witnessed BOTH penny and pyrrha's deaths. ruby's coping mechanism has always been to bottle things up and move, stay moving stay fighting jump to the next thing, it's not a coincidence her semblance is about scattering at high speed from place to place bc she's always tried to outrun her trauma. when her team falls apart and isn't available for moving she goes with rnjr bc for her it's still a better alternative than actually dealing with that trauma (plus she's fueled by both grief and survivor's guilt that prompt her to action)

yang's trauma is different than ruby which is why we saw her moving forward in v4-v5-v6 her trauma is rooted in abandonment issues and feeling that she's never gonna be enough so while their coping mechanisms mirror each other bc of how they had to work around each other they're not quite on the same trajectory

I think ruby suspects that the ever after trapped blake and yang specifically bc they had things to work out (and jaune makes a pointed remark about that that they all must have gotten) but you're a 100% right that seeing the bees together while she's still reeling from the fall of atlas and losing penny a second time, especially in these latest episodes where she's also confronted with what her purpose should be and Herb had nitpicked at her identity leaving her even more lost and sad and depressed, must feel so jarring bc how can they do it. why are they able to bounce back and it feels like she's been drowning the whole time. and going after blake especially is so vicious but also rooted in that feeling of inadequacy - why is blake stepping up as a second leader so naturally and so easily when she feels irreversibly broken, all these qualities blake has shown in v9 being those they had in common/blake admired in her/ruby cannot find it in herself to showcase them rn.

you're right that the bees have grown!! and have better communication skills and mechanisms to bounce back from a traumatic event!! but i'm gonna say the parallel here isn't between ruby and yang, it's between ruby and blake. See the reason why we see blake hit the ground running in the ever after and be able to carry everyone through is bc she's done it all before. She was an idealist much like ruby, she got her whole framework for approaching reality shattered and was utterly disillusioned, and when it shattered at beacon again she decided to shoulder the burden and consequences on her own. her whole v4-v5 arc is about realizing she cannot do things on her own!! and it's with this new mindset that she can lead in the ever after, and it's this realization ruby needs to come to. and you're right!! ruby needs to let her teammates in (the same way blake let sun and ilia and her parents back and asked for their support and all of menagerie's help!!)

you are so right about passed down trauma for ruby bc the whole time she's been emulating herself after an idealized version of summer who herself has been whittling herself down having to stay on that pedestal. ruby needs to break the cycle!!! no more solitary heroes no more living people that get entombed alive in a savior role!! she has to accept her limitations and let her team see the humanity and fallibility of her

anyway I'm glad you're on a downward spiral with us here buddy don't hesitate on having more breakdowns in my inbox we are All Not Good rn let's take rwbyprofen together 🤝

[scenetocause]

For the director's cut thing: At the end of Climb up to your lips, you implied Max F and Logan might be A Thing, and I'd love to hear more about that if you want to share ❤️

idk if i'll ever actually finish the logan perspective thing i started writing midway through the main story bc actually when i looked back at it i was like these are really just my own background notes what do you think you are jrr tolk himself you don't have to publish stuff you wrote for your own reference. but hey if there ever was a medium for all your stupid lore and self-fanfic then it surely is a o three dot org (note to old men fantasy writers etc) so maybe i will.

basically the thesis is that logan, like oscar at the start, is lonely and can't get what he wants, which is a boyfriend. both him and oscar have resigned themselves to never being able to reconcile their ambitions in f1 with anything that fulfils them in that way and sort of let their friendship settle as a pseudo-standin where they can hang out and be each other's person to take to things, go to dinner with, whatever and just live in suspended animation until something (???) happens and they get disney prince rescued.

something does happen for girloscar which is that she isn't so much disney prince rescued as like, dragged into a bath by a wet cat. and she can't believe this is happening because she's fancied lando for ages, used to pine at him from the alpine pit wall so much she got caught by otmar once, who mistook it for trying to steal secrets off mclaren and she had to make something up about the front wing.

she's so excited to be teammates with him but also so, so mortified and trying really hard to be normal about it. logan's thrilled to be in f1 at all but also realising that deal he had for fucking about a little bit with some of the f2 guys was just fucking about for them when their girlfriends weren't on the travel budget and definitely won't survive being in different paddocks.

oscar gets lando and logan gets lonelier. at the same time, his season's falling apart and everyone's announcing his career dead before it feels like it's had a chance to start. he has to rely on benny and james and benny starts to, gently, put distance between them to keep it professional, manage logan's expectations. so he clings to james, at the same time as knowing this is probably the worst possible way to try and keep his seat and that it's going nowhere, the team principle not a viable fuckbuddy, let alone anything more.

enter jenson button. hot dad, sympathetic ear, special advisor to williams. whiskey supplier. a man who's there to help you celebrate your first f1 point and certainly isn't going to argue if that involves a bit of fucking your brains out. lovely, sweet, gentle, funny jenson who makes logan feel special and loved and sweeps him up from his flat in london in fancy cars to go to fancier restaurants as though he deserves the champagne.

and then goes home to his wife and kids.

somewhere along the way, hurting during the 2024 season, logan has to break it off. he wants what oscar and lando have, not this. it was glamorous and exciting and giving him the confidence he was part of this world he's fighting to stay in, for awhile but then it starts making him realise he'll only ever be the number two in that situation, forever out of contention for the real prize. it's all a bit on the nose.

so he stubbornly struggles through 2024, single as fuck and finding himself taking rather than giving advice to oscar about things to stick up your arse, which feels lonelier than ever before. in miami the combination of his and oscar's shit weekend and lando's good one leads to him coming out for a few drinks and ending up fucking one of the mclaren pr guys. he has a meltdown when he sees the papaya shirt on the floor the next morning.

pr guy's very discreet about it, although he keeps smiling at logan every time they cross paths and logan's about 85% sure there isn't actually a need for him to follow oscar so closely, actually. logan's shaky position makes someone being so into him about as comfortable on his skin as sweaty fireproofs but that doesn't stop him being desperate enough to fall into bed with the guy again once he has something to celebrate. once he realises he's charlie-from-marketing's jenson figure.

he's not an asshole so he does take the guy on a few dates, try and romance him a bit. maybe he, too, can find love with a mclaren twink, it worked for oscar after all. but it just doesn't click, the guy doesn't really understand him, too in awe of the fact he's getting screwed by an f1 driver to notice the bedsheets are ikea and one of the pillows is pretty badly tearstained. that logan's barely clinging to his ride, feels like he is what they're saying; one of the worst ever, not even brave enough with the car to crash as spectacularly as latifi.

logan doesn't exactly break it off but says he needs them to take a break while he's negotiating his contract, can't risk anything. it's not a huge surprise when a few week's later it's obvious the guy's moved on with ollie bearman. like his last relationship, it's all a bit on the nose.

2025 gives him time to work out what he really wants. f1 might not be it, life might be better somewhere else. he starts talking to formula e teams, wondering if a life in papaya might not be that bad after all provided he didn't have to see oscar and lando mooning over each other. and that's not even fair because oscar asks him to be her best man and he's stoked, especially because lando's is max and they've stayed in touch, still hang out. max is doing a few bits racing gts, initially as a quadrant thing but then it turned out he was more than good enough to be in demand as the pro to a gentleman driver who was so eager to get back in a race car he didn't really negotiate on price, even.

logan avoids asking him about it but max is fucking hype about how mint the 24 hours of spa is. fucking mental, mate. you're throwing it up eau rouge with a bunch of blokes who wear suits, like proper suits not race suits, all week in the pitch dark and it's shitting it down with rain and you think: i shouldn't be enjoying this, should i? should really be driving into the pits and saying no thanks, that's absolutely mad, can't be doing that sort of business. but then when it's happening you're like, properly into it, aren't you? got a podium in misano, mate, it was mad. blowie off one of the mechanics, that didn't happen in f3 did it haha mind you guess they would've been a bit of a nonce back then wouldn't they. you should come to a race i'll get you vip, they'll go mental for an f1 driver being there mate, they went mad when bob dropped into brands and he was only there five minutes.

logan doesn't say that he thinks he has a lot less star power than lando but they do give him vip anyway. he's never been to magny cours before, it feels weighted with that type of european history the classic race tracks do, like another thing that might find out who he is and reject him.

even if the circuit isn't embracing him, max does. complains about logan being so fucking tall, mate, it's annoying, i swear you were smaller than me once. he wasn't but max can pretend that, if it helps. max is jangling with nerves, rushing between trying to sort things out with the team - because it's not like, you know, f3 and that, you have to set the car up so the other bloke can drive it the best he can and then you just sort of have to cope with how it is. actually, that's quite like f3 innit? do you remember in fucking silversto- nah, let's not think about that right now.

it's nice. it's nothing to do with f1. even with the quadrant logos, that's max's thing, no weird haunting of lando around and it's not like logan dislikes the guy, at all, it's just that it's nice that this is all theirs. logan can breathe out, relax, laugh properly for what feels like the first time in ages because no one's scrutinising his every move and max gives him a headset and tells him to listen out for when he's boxing, put the fucking kettle on, yeah?

logan falls asleep on max's hotel bed, listening to him recount the whole story of a race he just watched. max tucks him in, rather than the trophy and if they wake up hugging that's no one's business but theirs. didn't used to do blowies in f3, either but when there's something to celebrate and max really is so small, so cute, so unselfconscious about everything because it's just them, yeah. doesn't have to be a massive fuss like bob and oscar, do you want a lift back to the uk? i've got space since bob moved his fucking golf clubs out the boot finally.

oscar and lando get married a week later and it's very oscar and lando. logan didn't have a date to bring, didn't even think about it before he saw george's girlfriend and kelly and the sharp stab of whoever lewis' guy is. logan knows there's no point being jealous on that scale; he couldn't be lewis, on any level but everyone wants, don't they?

max doesn't have a date either. probably doesn't need to hold logan's hand while they're waiting for lando and oscar to do their vows and max is crying and maybe logan's crying too. they have to stay behind to clear up the flower petals, getting tutted at in french while max rolls his eyes and says they should try being told off at Viry, fucking hell.

if they're later to the reception than is strictly necessary because as they were leaving max turned round and said "do you think, mate. you know, we could - one day" and logan decided to stop living on borrowed time and properly make out with him against the harbour wall. have to stop because they're getting dangerously close to third base and max is breathy and gasping and telling logan he can have this. they always were equals, each others' biggest rivals, maybe they're meant to be here, bright eyed and hair disarrayed and grinning at each other, not the places they've been struggling.

oscar's definitely onto them, makes some really crude comments about it being traditional for the best man and head bridesmaid to fuck, innit and logan has to tell her to fuck off and bother her husband. they are properly cute, though, aren't they? never thought bob would be able to hold a relationship together but she's properly straightened him out, who knew he just had to get pegged- fuck, pretend i didn't say that. oh, how did you know, too?

logan and max normally stay with lando and oscar when they're in monaco. but there's only one spare room and this doesn't feel the moment to drop that announcement, as well as they do not want to hear what those two pervs are doing to each other tonight. so they're in different hotels but everything in monte carlo's pretty much the same place, pick logan's on the basis it's nearer the casino and they can go for a late night, last drink once they've got oscar and lando's very drunk dads into a cab.

kissing when they're in fancy suits is hot. fucking when they're out of them is hotter. when logan slides home into max's body and sees him gasp, feels his hands curl on logan's shoulders as they both moan and if it's too much like lovemaking then, well. maybe that's what they're doing. creating something, between them. something that's all theirs and they can choose without anyone else's decisions or approval. no need to wait in limbo or have to guess what happens next, which is that they come on each other and then curl up together, max sprawled on logan's chest all happy and sated and real.

he doesn't wait for the f1 decision, to make plans. racing drivers aren't patient and he finally feels like one again, especially every time his boy brings home a trophy like it's theirs. logan starts adding to the collection, too. both of them get to push, at last. they've always been good at doing that for each other.

[lovejosephquinn]

Hi!!! I’m really glad you started writing again bc I love love love your stories!! I was wondering if you could do a joe quinn x reader where the reader is a nurse and they’ve only been together for a couple of months and she knows how tired and overwhelmed Joe is from doing press, cons, business,… so she doesnt like bothering him with the fact that work is killing her and that she’s so tired and exhausted but one day one of her patients dies unexpectedly and she just breaks down in front of him after keeping it in for months xxx from a stressed out nurse who just wants to be held sometimes when stuff like that happens xxx thank you :))

Oh, hi angel, thank you so much for reading my stories so far.

You're my first request and you don't know how much I mentally kicked my feet in the air when I saw this. Your wish is granted, I hope your week is good and less stressful honey x

Warnings: sadness from reader, mentions of death, but fluff and our soft boy Joe saving the day in the end

Word Count: 1.5k

Worth it. Joseph Quinn x Reader Short Story Request

Being a frontline healthcare professional is a difficult job, but when your boyfriend happens to be a breakout upcoming celebrity in the making it's hard to vent your bad days and negative thoughts when he's either not around to listen or has had a bad time himself. You and Joe had only been dating a couple of months, but you had quickly started to learn that when he did see you after a few days or weeks of his work, he was either exhausted or his brain was in overdrive elsewhere.

He had since returned from Paris after finishing an event at the Dior fashion week and then quickly being whisked away to complete his campaign with the company for their new product 'Gris Dior'. In the space of one weekend, he'd put his heart and soul into getting everything right and impressing the high-end fashion chain directors and the fans that would of practically of ran in front of a moving vehicle to be next to him - so it was only understandable when he'd text you saying he'd landed that he would be on one hand over exhausted from the days before but on the other hand, panicking because he still needed to make time for you. You didn't care about what you did with the time you spent together, you merely would've sat there in silence, as long as you had him next to you.

After a couple of days between him landing and fitting in the people he needed to before he was to be then going back to America to do yet more press tours for his new movie, you had been busy with two severely long shifts at a hospital in Central London. You never liked to hound Joe with your work issues due to the fact he had enough himself. But that one particular Wednesday evening, had brought more than enough anxiety and pain as it would anybody, your first patient and someone you had grown particularly fond of had suddenly passed away. How you had gotten through that shift was a blur or some form of miracle. It'd happened within 2 hours, and you'd still had 10 hours to go, maybe it was the fact you had been kept busy with your other patients to even dwell.

As you entered your apartment after the shift was over, with no warning whatsoever, the tears began to fall. You shut the door and held yourself at the other side of it. As if by magic your phone began to buzz, as you fetched it out of your pocket and looked down, the blurry sting of tears held amongst your eyelids. You made out the name 'Joey &lt;3' Clearing your throat immediately to mask any sign of sadness, you answered.

"H-Hello." You cleared your throat once more.

"Hi love, I missed you, how're you?"

"I'm okay...I" before you could even finish, you were interrupted.

"You wouldn't believe it, I'm being rushed to a shoot, I've been back in the country a mere 48 hours and I'm already back in demand. I know I wanted this but it's harder work than I thought."

You sniffled down the other end, nodding along to his words. He didn't need to know anything; you were just there to listen to him and make sure he was ok. You knew you'd get over it, being in the profession you're in, you're going to see plenty of deaths and unruly events. However, your breath was hitching, and you couldn't muster a single word.

"Y/N, are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just listening to you. Go do your thing, sweetie but most importantly stay you, miss you." Your smile was faltering but you put your best happy voice on and pretended everything was okay.

A couple of months had passed since that inevitable day. The short time spent with Joe, your poker face had clearly served you well as he didn't notice a thing wrong. You still hadn't gotten over it, in fact the anxiety had grown. You loved your job; you loved the people you worked with. You adored the majority of patients in your care - but that didn't make some of the shit you had to deal with any easier. The first weekend you'd had off in a while saw you and Joe spending it together. He'd returned from America, and you already knew his brain was exceeding his limits, from the expected buzz and clearly the jet lag and exhaustion of his profession. Laid out between his legs and in his arms on the sofa, you could tell something was on Joe's mind. Leaning up you simultaneously gazed into each other's eyes.

"I love you Y/N, sorry I've been away so much lately, I feel bad for not being able to be with you."

You managed a deep sigh. "Just makes our time more special together, right? I knew this was what life would be like and don't get me wrong I miss you so much when you're gone, but I know this is it, I'm your escape from work and you're mine. I love you, Joe."

Your heart began to race increasingly, and you could feel your worry rising. You felt like a hypocrite in the end sentence of your previous statement. As the previous memories of the death you had held in all this time and the stress of long hours at work had really started to get to you. Your mum was an easy target to vent to, but Joe was somewhat your comfort blanket and although you didn't want to bother him, in that moment of him staring back at you, he could see the hurt wallowing in your eyes. The wall had broken, and he could read you like a book; then that was it you broke. The tears were violent as you stopped looking at him and held your hands to your face and sobbed.

"Baby, oh my god what's wrong. I knew something was wrong, talk to me, holy shit." He turned you over, so you were laying your stomach on him in one swift motion and that was it. Putting your head down and leaning your cheek on his chest, you unleashed a small explanation of months' worth of repented stress.

"My first patient died a while back, I'm still devastated. I only spoke to them the night before and they were okay, 2 hours into my shift the night after, they were gone Joe. Just gone. Work is so hard, the demand and stress that is needed from me all of the time and I feel like I have to be in several places at once or I'm a failure and the short breaks I get to collect my thoughts aren't enough and when you're not here I hate it. I don't want to bother you because I know you've got enough on your plate and..."

Joe shushed you fast, that was all he had needed to hear in that moment, you could hear the slight crack in his heart matching yours. He cradled you for a few seconds. He had no idea that he had been wrapped up in his own stress that you were facing your own demons.

"Woah hold on, bothering me? I'm your boyfriend. Regardless of my stress, don't ever think you're bothering me. I'm always here to listen to you, day or night, wherever I am Y/N. I don't ever want you hurting, please do not ever hide your feelings like that from me again. You listen to my shit all the time and you think you'd be bothering me if you were to have a bad time? Baby, I'm more offended that you'd think that." Joe lifted your face to meet his eyes once more. The brown in them so sparkly and so full of hurt knowing you were the one hiding it from him just not to bother him. He lifted you up more towards him and motioned at your lips as he planted a soft kiss on your lips. "Do not hesitate to tell me a thing, love. I want nothing but for you to be happy. I'm here for you, always Y/N. I love you so god damn much."

"I love you."

"No more hiding from me, promise?" He held out his pinkie finger.

You let out a slight comforting giggle as he wiped your tears away with his other hand and let out his most gorgeous smile. You linked your pinkie around his.

"I promise."

For the rest of the evening, he held you. He held you so tight and you knew you felt safe and secure for that moment. The weight off of your shoulders was not completely gone but disappearing from offloading your troubles to Joe. It was perfect. He was perfect. From then on you silently vowed to let him know whatever troubled you, especially if it was going to end in feeling the entirety of love that radiated off of your perfect man when he held you. If you had to go through it all again which you more than likely would have. The end game was this. It was worth it.

[your-littlesecret]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

@espithewarlock just tagged me on this, thank you bb 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

62 + 1 on anon

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

exactly 559.489

3. What fandoms do you write for?

exclusively Formula 1 RPF (right now)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

say my name and everything just stops (I don't want you like a best friend) - a/b/o where Charles accidentally "matches" with pierre in an app to help with his heat

jump then fall - vet!pierre who works in the animal shelter Charles takes a dog he finds in the street

call it what you want to - my firstborn wip, rival CEOs

hide and seek - crackfic where their families were never openly told Charles and pierre are married

baby one more time - pure porn. breeding kink.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to but I am terrible at it 😬 I appreciate all of them, but I never know what to answer too skaduhfbnskuhfvndfkhusvb but yeah, I try to answer all of them

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have literally two fics with MCD so it could be either 💀 but to me, it's gotta be I know I'll never get it (there's not a day that I won't try)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have literally no idea?? I don't really do unhappy endings (apart from MCD, and even then very rarely) so I could say any of them

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really?? I got a bitchy comment once but that was about like. nothing related to the fic, which was weird osieugnsoeiugnfdivjn

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes. I don't know, I just- sit down and type it? idk what kind, I've written a wide range of different smuts I believe.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

that will depend on what you view as crossover. httyd au could be considered a crossover bc toothless and the fury light are literally part of the story??? the one where they are shadowhunters with our lord and saviour Magnus bane making an appearance (and Alec being mentioned). the proposal au? (I wouldn't say Lucifer au is a crossover bc I literally just based myself on the whole idea of celestial beings and whatnot. maybe it's a bible crossover??)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I am aware of, and I fucking hope not!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had a request for it, but I'm not sure if the person is still thinking about it or what's going on. it would be an honour!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

YES!!!! THE JUSTLY FIC!!!!!!! I love this fic so much and I love justi so much (debatable, we are in our enemies phase right now so I don't think I can say that in public) and it was SO MUCH FUN and I love writing with friends and I sure want to do it again!!! (friends..... if you want..... you know where to find me...... 😏😏)

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

definitely piarles. I will sometimes venture myself into other ships (especially if I want to write for a fren and I don't mind that ship)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't have any published work that's unfinished bc I keep myself on a very tight leash about wips. if I start posting it, bet that I already have at least half of that story written and the rest is already meticulously planned. I have a few half-finished wips on my docs tho, but if I stop writing it's usually bc it's not bringing me any joy anymore. the nanny x ceo tho.... I stopped that one bc I got a bit depresso espresso at the time and life got busy as shit but I want to finish it so badly.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I ask myself that every day kkkkkkkkkkk I guess the fact that I can write really quickly? like if I have an idea I can just write down a whole 10k in like. 2 or 3 days.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

first of all I can't shut the fuck up. I have to restrain myself when I want to write anything less than 5k. im not sure if it's a weakness per se but yeah.

I also am very aware I have issues with describing the locations and with ending a fic. like. I never fucking know how to.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't mind when it's specific words or the occasional phrase and there's a translation to it. other than that, I won't lie, I kindof despise it. I can't speak, for example, Italian, so what is the point of reading a fic where the whole dialogue is in Italian if I won't understand shit?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

you will have to talk to my lawyer to get that information.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I couldn't possibly choose only one! all the fics I post is because they bring me joy and I love writing them, so I don't think I have a favourite.

tagging @yukierres @duquesademiel @golden-fairylights @chaesonghwas and @hrhgeorgerussell 💕💕

[cherubchoirs]

do you think v1 likes to touch gabriels wings……

-vnon

yes definitely!! i think these two have an endless fascination with how the other one works and what they're made of - gabriel is sort of more methodical and generally careful about it whereas v1 has a bad habit of just trying to pull gabe apart, at least at first. this went for his wings as well, which are tangible in a sense, although v1 can find what they feel like difficult to process as i like to think of them as light made material. gabriel allowed the initial touch (it feels odd on his end too, ghostly yet sensitive), but quickly regretted not laying down ground rules bc v1 immediately ripped out a few feathers lol this startles gabe, which startles v1, which automatically leads to a bit of a scuffle before gabe could explain to it that it can't just pull out feathers like it pulls off parts of his armor. after it tries to make it up to him by putting the feathers back (it learns they don't reattach, gabe says it's ok, he'll grow new ones), it can actually give them proper, gentle touches, its mind deeply interested in how it feels like touching energy. his wings are barely there yet electric, searing with heat but never burning to the touch, each feather made of air and diamonds. it thrills in gliding its hands over them and for gabe, the touches now are tender, intimate in many ways since he's hardly allowed anyone else so close to his wings. because of that it quickly becomes a staple of how they show affection, v1 reaching to stroke his feathers in their quieter moments while gabe soon starts wrapping his wings around them both, for shelter, for warmth, for comfort.

bonus fallen angel gabe route: i really like the idea that if gabe falls instead of dying, his wings become excruciatingly painful, heavy and agonizing to use or touch. he can fly for very short bursts if he really needs to, but largely he's grounded due to the pain being so severe. there's a lot for him to deal with because of it, physically and emotionally, but it hurts when v1 can no longer give him even the softest touches, when he has to constantly tuck his wings away. but while his wings will never work again like they once did, i do like v1 working in light contact a little at a time, as much as gabe can tolerate, until he can enjoy small touches again (sort of the way he once slowly got v1 used to having its blood ports handled). it means that he really only lets his wings out with v1, but there's something even more euphoric about it now, to have contact that only v1 knows how to properly perform. his wings feel different now too, burning like ice instead of fire, feathers brittle like glass and biting in splinters, but v1 loves it just the same. maybe it can even help him preen a little :]