#but the view in the sc is all i saw

[rubys-domain]

well that was weird

[hitomisuzuya]

Hi could you do a smut , dom!pussydrunk scara, where reader is wearing fishnets and he just rips them open

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Degradation. Pussy drunk Scara with a tongue piercing. Dom!Scara

This request😳 also as promised, rest assured, Roma is feeling better. She is curled up next to me asleep as I type this. Probably dreaming about getting in the trash no doubt.

Scaramouche almost couldn't stand how hard his cock was getting. He was practically drooling as he watched you bend down to pick something up that you dropped. That gave him an extra nice view of your legs in those fishnet stockings.

It was starting to drive him almost insane with lust. How dare you wear something like that in front of him? He couldn't get enough of it.

The only warning that Scaramouche gave you that he was going to toss you down onto the bed was a hand on your hip. You suddenly flung backwards, landing with a soft 'omph' on the bed. "Sc-Scara? What was the for?" You protested, you swore your heart stopped in your chest when you saw the dark look of lust pooling in his beautiful eyes.

Followed the sound of your tights ripping between your legs.

"Be quiet," Scaramouche hissed, groaning when he felt how wet you were once he pushed your panties aside. "You put yourself on a silver platter to me wearing these fishnets, now I am going to enjoy my meal," He promptly peeled your panties off and spread your legs, making the hole between your legs bigger.

You looked down at it with a momentary look of horror. "I'll buy you new ones, but I probably tear the shit out of those to," Scaramouche would foot the bill for a new pair every time just so he could devour you like this in them.

Spreading the lips of your cunt, his tongue flicked out to kitten lick your clit. He groaned like you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He spent a few long moments licking up and down your cunt, swirling his tongue around your clit.

You let out a strangled cry of pleasure. The way his tongue piercing scrapped across your clit made it throb. Scaramouche shivered in utter bliss before he plunged his tongue inside of you.

His hands found your hips, holding your cunt against his mouth. He ate you out like a starved mutt and you were his last meal before winter made food almost impossible to find.

Every lick and lap of his tongue made you feel wetter. You feebly bucked your hips up into his mouth, making his tongue feel somehow more greedy than it already did.

Scaramouche took great care to nurse his piercing against the most sensitive parts of you so he could relish in the way your body seized up in pleasure. The way your legs shook and trembled when he pressed it against your clit when he sucked made his eyes roll in the back of his head.

In his blissed out state, he suddenly noticed something. His eyes narrowed into a glare, working his tongue piercing on your clit again. "Why are you holding yourself back?" He demanded, growling as he latched his lips onto your clit.

"Yo-you told me to-ahh-be quiet," You whimpered. Your hands shook. Putting them on his head, you tugged on his hair, pushing his mouth down onto your cunt. His mouth felt so good you could hardly speak.

Scaramouche laughed, rumbling it across your clit. "What an obedient slut. You aren't cumming until you moan for me," His fingers tightened on your hips to remind you of your place.

He hooked his finger through one of the holes in your fishnets, letting smack back against your leg before sweeping his tongue back inside of you.

You couldn't hold yourself back then. The way his tongue piercing was scrapping between your walls was starting to make you see stars. Your walls clamped tight around his tongue. His sucks on your clit were insatiable.

Scaramouche wanted more and more from you. He wanted you to be loud while you came undone on his tongue. It was something he never got sick of. He would eat you out all day and all night until you couldn't cum anymore, or at least you cried that you couldn't.

"Squirt all over my tongue while you scream, whore," His cock was straining harder in his jeans. Your mewls and cries of pleasure as you grasped his hair tighter as you writhed was winding him up. His tongue wasn't going to be the only thing you would beg for.

"Please, please," You pleaded, the pleasure was so intense you were even having a hard time bucking your hips into his mouth.

"Please, please," He mocked, laughing as he swirled his tongue around your clit. "You should hear how pathetic you sound. Scream my name, slut."

"Scaramouche!" You were almost breathless, your orgasm threatening to snap apart.

"What a good slut I have," He purred, tapping his fingers on your hips, teasing his piercing on your clit. "You know what to say next if you want to cum."

"Master!" You screamed, earning you a husky groan of bliss against your cunt. He plunged his tongue back inside of you just in time to taste you squirting on his tongue.

To say this man slurped up your release was an understatement. His tongue was ravenous. You could barely breathe when he crawled on top of you to kiss you just as sloppily as he had eaten you out.

[heliads]

Hello <3 I was wondering if maybe you could write a charles leclerc fic?? Reader could be in charge of social media and fans start to realise that charles flirts with whoever is behind the camera? Sorry if its too vague, but I love your writing and had to send something in

i cheered audibly when i saw this, please let me write more f1 fics

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When you were just getting started with your career, someone once asked you if you’d ever consider running a social media campaign for something cute, like a zoo or rescue company. You answered them with a firm no; everyone knows animals never work on camera the way you want them to, and you didn’t want that sort of stress in your life. 

You think the universe must be laughing at you, because funnily enough, what you’re doing right now is exactly like herding cats, but you don’t even get adorable animals for your troubles. No, the Formula One media circus is a nightmare, but it’s a well televised nightmare, and that means your job as head of social media for the Scuderia Ferrari F1 team entails a great deal more metaphorical manhandling of the drivers than you’d ever envisioned.

It’s not even metaphorical all the time, the manhandling. Sometimes it’s just you sending out a great deal of mass emails when someone says something they probably shouldn’t or the Ferrari TikTok page is going through a content drought, but sometimes it’s more. Sometimes it’s like today, when you’re forcing the two drivers to go through yet another competition so the YouTube channel can get another push of subscribers.

You’ve done a lot of careful research over the months that you’ve been here, all dedicated to finding out just what sells the best, so to speak. As of late, you’ve learned that the viewers at home really like competitions and challenge videos. Apparently seeing two men who are obviously great friends go head to head over something as pointless as music trivia or Ping Pong is the pinnacle of motorsport content.

It’s not like you’re complaining. More views means a better paycheck for you at the end of the year. The fans like what you’re producing, and Ferrari likes the fans. It all works out in the end, and who are you to deny the Tifosi their favorite entertainment?

Of course, if you were to actually tell the two red-suited drivers that you refer to them as content and entertainment in the private recesses of your own mind, they probably wouldn’t be too happy. That’s why you keep that to yourself. Besides, they’re your friends. Charles and Carlos may make a lot of problems in your life, but who doesn’t? You’re not exactly perfect either. 

You don’t have to be perfect, though, you just have to come up with good ideas and let the boys be funny on their own. Charles said he liked that best about you, actually, that you let them do their own thing most of the time. The previous social media managers had tried to get them to fit this specific picture of what a Ferrari driver should be, but you never did that. You just wanted them to be them. 

You’re perfectly willing to brush that off as a compliment to a coworker, though. In truth, you’re working constantly to paint these two in the best possible light. It gets stressful sometimes, constantly wracking your brain to make each video work, each post take off. You are affecting how millions of people see Charles and Carlos. Hell, you’re practically filtering their legacy all by yourself. 

It’s not a task you take lightly, to say the least. Maybe that’s why Ferrari is content to keep you around. This is a job that you’d like to extend as long as you can. Just like Charles has worked with overly pushy social media handlers, you’ve worked with total diva clients. Neither of the Ferrari drivers are like that in the slightest, which you appreciate more than anything. 

That isn’t to say that they only ever make your life easy. Right now, for instance, you’ve been begging them to focus for the better part of ten minutes. It’s like working with elementary schoolers. You put anything in front of them and they’re totally distracted before you’ve so much as told them what they’re supposed to be doing. 

Today’s video of choice is a long-anticipated cooking video. Charles versus Carlos, the drivers have been given a mystery basket of ingredients à la Chopped. They’ll have half an hour to come up with a dish of choice, and if the time crunch weren’t enough to stress them out, you’ll be judging their culinary creations when time is called. It’s the perfect setup for a hit video, so if all goes well, you’ll see this on the trending page soon enough. 

That is, if you manage to survive this encounter long enough to post the results. By the time you manage to wrangle the drivers’ attention back to you, Charles has attempted to learn the contents of the bag through interpretive dance and hand gestures with the cameramen and Carlos has accidentally turned his stove on thrice. The third time the fires clicked on, he almost set a napkin ablaze. Both drivers are red faced from trying not to break into mad laughter again. 

You clap your hands once. “Alright, are we finally ready to get started?”

Carlos nudges Charles in the side. “Look, she’s disappointed in you already and she hasn’t even tasted your cooking. This means I am going to win by a lot.”

Charles scoffs, but you swear his barely suppressed smile drops in a second when Carlos mentions your disappointment. “Y/N would never be disappointed in me,” he protests, “I am her favorite, obviously.”

He turns to you, raising his hands in your direction as if asking you to prove his point. You shake your head. “I don’t have favorites, Charles. That would not promote a fun workplace environment.”

“Of course,” Charles nods sagely. “If you had a favorite, though, it would be me.”

Carlos snickers, and in an effort to keep their focus with you before you lose them again, you clear your throat and read out the rules of the cooking contest. The drivers say their dutiful bits about how they’re each going to win this by a landslide, and then time begins and they’re off to the culinary races. 

The covers on the baskets go flying. Charles holds up each object in turn, announcing them in tones of increasing panic. “Butter. Flour. Eggs. Green olives? Three strawberries? A box of spaghetti? Pepperoni?”

“You forgot the chocolate and red onion,” Carlos points out helpfully. 

Charles tosses his teammate a withering glare, then turns the full force of his vexation back to you. “Y/N, you are trying to kill me.”

“Charles,” you say, “we talked about that.”

Charles’ brow furrows as he tries to remember what you mean. It hits him as last and he groans, slapping a hand to his forehead in mock desolation. You’ve noticed that Charles has been mentioning you by name a lot in videos, leading to general confusion among fans. As you’ve reminded him many times before, you’re not supposed to be the focus, he is, so he needs to stop bringing you up all the time. Viewers don’t care about who’s filming the content, after all, just who’s in front of the camera. It’s a tip handed down directly from your boss to you.

Charles still grins at you even as he continues unpacking his ingredients. “I can’t help it, you know that. You’re too good, I want to mention you all the time.”

You scoff. “Good at what? Keeping you in line?”

“Everything,” he says, and raises his eyebrows suggestively. 

You roll your eyes and tell him to focus, but even this instruction doesn’t last long. Barely five minutes later, Charles is bringing up the fact that he’s going to totally win this thing because cooking is, like, a love language, right? And he’s the best at love, he declares, winking conspicuously in your direction. Carlos launches an oven mitt at his head and mutters something that the microphones don’t pick up, something that conveniently has the same number of syllables as stop flirting. 

Charles is steadily making jokes the entire duration of the video, actually, and usually you wouldn’t mind this but they’re all spoken with the intention of getting you to laugh. Not the camera, as he’s been told to do before. You. 

You do your best to keep it off your mind. Both drivers have gotten better about opening up on camera since they started, and this is probably just Charles trying something new in an effort to improve his on-screen personality. After all, it can be hard to direct all your charisma towards a camera, why not aim all your smiles at the person filming instead?

The contest ends soon enough. You end up awarding Charles with the win, mainly due to the fact that Carlos’ hand accidentally slipped as he was attempting to strain his pasta and he ended up losing all of his spaghetti down the sink. His plate consisted of sauce and decorative strawberry slices, which, although tasty, did not contain several key ingredients and resulted in an automatic disqualification. 

Despite the rather shaky grounds on which his cooking victory stands, from the way Charles is acting, you’d think he’d won the WDC. He’s beaming at you, talking about how he’d called this from the very start and was proud that you liked his stuff the best. He even offers to wash the dishes, which is very un-driverlike. 

The video ends up a success by all accounts. Even days later, it’s still trending in Tifosi circles, and the view counts are way higher than expected. Curious as to why, you decide to do the unthinkable and check the comments section of the cooking video.

What you find is– unexpected, to say the least. Usually, comments on any post, whether it be Instagram, TikTok, or YouTube, will range from fans lamenting race outcomes to people mentioning their favorite driver to random spam accounts offering thousands of dollars to the lucky person to message them first.

On this video, though? Most all of the comments are about you. This makes no sense, because not only were you on camera for about one minute, you didn’t do anything other than give instructions and judge food. Antonio Giovinazzi did the same job on a video last year, and no one cared at all. Antonio’s actually well-known in the world of motorsports, so why is it that you, someone who largely operates behind the scenes, would be the cause of so much fuss?

Curious, you start scrolling in depth, but find yourself more confused with every reply you see.

He’s totally flirting with her, right?

Is anyone else seeing the fact that Charles is freaking out over trying to impress this girl?

His face when she declared him the winner… I can’t even with him!!

Charles trying to protect Y/N by refusing to let Carlos salvage his sink pasta– they’re dating, right???

You find yourself laughing over it. This can’t be real. Surely nobody in the world actually thinks that Charles Leclerc– F1 driver, Ferrari superhero, Il Predestinato and supporter of all Tifosi hopes and dreams, multi-millionaire– would ever have a crush on you. It’s absurd. It’s so absurd that you find yourself racing to the office of another one of your friends in social media to get her opinion on it.

Your friend looks up at you, startled, when you burst into her office. “Has someone died?”

“No,” you gasp out, “worse.”

Her eyebrows raise. “One of the drivers had a scandal? We can fix this. Get me B-roll of them volunteering or something. We can turn this around in no time.”

“No,” you say weakly, “the Internet thinks I’m dating Charles Leclerc.”

Your friend freezes in her seat, finger still hovering over the call icon on Fred Vasseur’s contact in her phone, then slowly sinks back again. “Well, yeah, I can see why.”

You gape at her. “What?”

Your friend spreads her hands. “He follows you around everywhere you go. He’s always asking about you, you know. I kind of thought you two had a thing as well, it’s not just the Tifosi.”

You break out into somewhat crazed laughter. “Charles? You think Charles likes me? No, that’s ridiculous.”

Your friend, however, looks less skeptical of this news. “Is it really? I mean, he spent the entirety of shooting just cracking stupid jokes so he could make you laugh. You should have seen the way he stared at you whenever you so much as smiled. Man was transfixed.”

You shoot her a disbelieving look. “No– transfixed? Are you kidding? He wasn’t transfixed. He wanted to win a contest because he’s a racing driver and they like to be the best at everything. I’ll tell you what it was, he was trying to win me over so I’d decide the competition in favor of his cooking.”

Your friend chuckles. “You really are oblivious, aren’t you?”

You take a careful seat opposite her desk. “You’d better explain to me what you mean by that right now, or I swear, I’ll make you brainstorm TikTok ideas for the next month.”

Your friend shudders. “Anything but that, please. Those trends are so bad. Anyway, look, Charles has been obsessed with you since, like, the day you joined. I remember introducing you that day, actually, he was practically stammering over his words. Imagine that, someone who’s always so controlled with what he says whenever he talks to the press, and he can’t even say his name properly because a pretty girl is smiling at him.”

This whole situation feels insane. “Maybe you’re remembering it wrong or something. He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t like me like that.”

“Wouldn’t he?” Your friend asks slowly, and, well, it makes you think.

It makes you think about all of the videos you’ve shot with him, every discussion after a press conference. How taking candids for the Instagram of Charles always takes ten times longer than it should because he never looks at the camera, only at you. How you greeted him earlier this year at the first race of the season and he said what he missed most of all over winter break was you. How he wasn’t even kidding when he said it, just smiling, smiling like he’d never meant something more in his life.

“Oh my God,” you breathe, “Charles likes me.”

Your friend slaps her hand on the desk, startling you. “See? This is exactly what I’m talking about.”

“What do I do, then?” You ask.

Your friend looks like she’s about to scream. “You tell him how you feel, obviously!”

“I do?” You repeat haltingly.

“You do,” she says, “And he’s right across the hall now. Go talk.”

She all but pushes you out of her office, and then you’re alone in the corridor with Charles, who has just spotted you and is heading your way with the brightest grin you’ve ever seen.

“Y/N!” He says, clearly pleased, “It’s so good to see you. I didn’t think our paths would cross until the next race.”

“Yeah?” You eke out, “Me neither, actually. Strange how things happen like that.”

Strange like friends with overly aggressive relationship advice. You’re certain that if you turned around now, you’d see her peering through the window in her door like some kind of stalker.

Charles nods. “I’m glad to see you, though. Did you notice that the last video did really well? I think that means you have to come around more often. You know, it’s what the fans want.”

“Speaking of the fans,” you say, “I happened to read through the comments and a lot of them seemed to think that you were flirting with me.”

You swear you can see Charles’ confidence fall in a flash. “What?” He protests a little too quickly, “that’s crazy. That’s, uh, really crazy.”

You nod. “That’s what I thought, but, on the off chance that you were flirting, I wouldn’t mind it.”

A small spark of hope forms in his eyes. “You wouldn’t?”

“I wouldn’t,” you decide at last, “because I like you too. If you like me, that is, and it wasn’t too crazy of me to say that.”

He’s laughing now, and you– well, you really do like him, you do, and something about seeing the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkle up when he smiles makes you think at last about how long you have liked him, all the ways you realized you loved him but never admitted it to yourself.

“Alright,” he says, “Maybe it wasn’t too crazy after all.”

A pause, then:  “This does mean that you’ll be coming around more often, right?”

You smile. “Yes, Charles, I think it does.”

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Sweetest Sweets - Timo Meier

summary: when you have a day in the kitchen timo decides to give you some company.

kinkmas: day eleven (spit)

warnings: sexual themes, fingering, swearing.

word count. 1.78k

authors note: so I wrote this and in the middle of writing Timo scored! I still haven’t googled what a spit kink/spit play actually is so don’t sue me if this is very wrong… if you want to view and of the previous kinkmas days you can see the masterlist here!

Your pregnancy had been tough on Timo.

He knew it was wrong to admit given how you couldn’t keep most things that you ate down for the first few months. You had been a trooper getting through all of that, and Timo knew it. But that didn’t mean that it was any easier for him as he watched your breasts swell and you stomach grow. What Timo didn’t expect was that sometimes you wanted to climb him like a tree but other times you wanted the Great Wall of pillows between you both.

Right now you were in the latter mood and it was killing Timo. Not only had he been on a roadie when all you wanted was him, but now you were living in spaghetti strap tops and your long flannel pants. In short it meant Timo was stuck taking in your beauty without being able to physically praise you. Usually he could put up with it, but today as you had gotten whatever craving you had. The kitchen had become your sanctuary.

Leaving you in there as you made enough gingerbread to feed a small army. It meant Timo had to hear you tasting every batch to make sure that things were perfect, your sweet little moans echoed through the apartment and he finally had enough.

So he cleared his throat as he pushed off of the couch and made his way to the kitchen “sc-“ he cut himself off as he saw you swaying your hips to the music you were listening to “hey baby!” You giggled seeing your boyfriend stood staring at you.

Your weren’t wearing a bra as neither of you expected company soon which meant that your perky nipples were on fully display as the white vest did little to cover them “you having fun?” Timo asked in a teasing tone as you walked over to him “like it more now that you’re here.” You mumbled driving your hands over his chest to rest on his shoulders.

He smiled at the gesture as you did the same “you enjoying eating all that?” The hockey player could see the tray you had set out with all of your tasters on it “think you should try some.” You offered looking at the extra icing that you had “you know I won’t say no to that.” Timo chuckled as you directed him over to the counter that you stood at.

In a quick movement Timo watched as you swirled your spoon around in the icing “open up T.” You giggled as you watched him open his mouth.

Like always Timo loved what you fed him “fuck baby that’s delicious.” He groaned finally realising what had you sounding like that. It was sweet on his tongue as it made you smile “kiss?” You mumbled puckering your lips to which your boyfriend graciously obliged.

His lips were soft against yours as you were pushed against the counter “you’re playing a dangerous game schatz.” Timo warned as he stared down into your eyes.

They were full of desire as your pupils blew “I need you please.” You whimpered letting out a squeal when Timo picked you up to place you on the counter “please tell me you aren’t screwing with me.” He mumbled hovering his lips over yours.

You watched him position himself between your legs as you nodded “want to hear you say it.” Timo hoped you were being serious because he knew no hot shower would be strong enough to cure this boner that he was currently sporting.

He watched your legs trap his sides “I want you Timo.” You nodded finally giving him the green light to carry on. His hands brushed over your stomach as he smiled “don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” The hockey player pecked your lips letting out a grunt “need you down here so I can get you out of these.” He tugged at your pants making you nod.

It was a quick movement as you wriggled out of your pants letting them sit midway over your thighs leaving Timo to do the rest of the work “you’re so sexy.” He mumbled letting out a gasp as he saw your bare cunt stare back at him.

A small breath left your lips feeling his finger press against your clit teasing your slit as he ran his finger down through your wetness “please don’t tease me.” You begged pressing your head against his as his finger danced over your cunt just missing your hole “forgot how it was hearing you beg.” Timo smirked as he pecked your lips feeling close to leaving you for his own amusement.

But his aching cock served as the reminder of why he stayed as he found himself desperate to please you as well as him “I need you Timo.” You moaned finally giving Timo what he wanted as he thrusted his finger into your cunt “you’re so wet.” He felt his cock push against the fabric of his shorts.

You whimpered feeling him graze his thumb over your clit “I need more.” You whined as his one finger fucking felt like he was taunting you “gonna have to do better than that to earn it.” Timo’s movements were painfully slow as he used his free hand to peel your vest off of your body “let me see them pretty tits of yours.” His words were vulgar as he watched the bounce as they were freed.

He loved how they had grown with the soon arrival of your first child “please T.” As he slotted a second finger into your cunt Timo dropped his head “been thinking about these all damn day.” It was no secret how he had a thing for your breasts, even before falling pregnant it was clear that Timo was a boob guy.

His tongue was rough against your sensitive peaks as the feeling made your cunt clench around his fingers “fuck!” You groaned as Timo’s fingers began to speed up.

The palm of his hand grazed against your clit “you’re so good T.” He groaned against your nipple as he let his lips go with a pop “got to keep the other one happy.” Timo joked watching the string of saliva leave his lips that connected to your nipple before he went to the other.

Your thighs clenched around his hand trying to trap his hand between your legs “be a good girl and take it.” He shook his head straightening his fingers as they hit a further spot in your cunt “want more.” Your voice was raspy as you used all of your energy to pull his face up to yours so that you could kiss him “my greedy little girl.” Timo smirked into your kiss as he brushed his thumb over your clit.

Timo found himself getting carried away by the soft moans you let out “is my baby close?” He teased watched you nod as your hips began to writhe “don’t stop Timo.” You moaned nodding as your head dropped back resting against the cabinet.

He was always going to listen to you and you knew that it was the case “let the whole floor hear how good I make you feel.” Timo muttered giving you the green light to come “feel so full.” It was like your cunt had grown tighter with your pregnancy as Timo let out a grunt feeling you moan.

Your eyes began to flutter as you shook your head “you’re so-” you cut yourself off as you began chanting his name riding his fingers like they could have been his cock “there you go my pretty girl.” Timo’s voice was soft as he kissed your forehead continuing to thrust his fingers into your cunt as it made you squirm.

It took all of your energy to wrap your hand around his wrist “enough.” You cough feeling grateful that he listened “always so sweet.” Timo groaned placing his fingers in his mouth as he could taste your release on his tongue. What he didn’t expect was that you would roll your tongue out of your mouth angling your head back to wiggle it for him. Questions ran through his head but when he realised that you wanted to taste it yourself “my dirty girl.” Timo smirked watching spit leave his lips before it dropped to land on your tongue. It sat there for a second or two before you let your tongue recoil back into your mouth. Timo knew you were hot yes, but watching you swallow that truly made him realise that you were in all essence of the phrase, his dream girl.

You smiled up at Timo as he went to pick you up freezing as you both heard the front door to your apartment open with a swing “Hallo!” The familiar voice had you holding back a laugh.

Nico had been given a key to your apartment as Timo always lost his but you both also agreed that his teammate was probably a good guy to have if there was ever an emergency for you two. But as the door shut you both realised that Nico was still there “Timo where are you?” His voice got louder making you panic “do something!” You whisper yelled motioning to Timo to hurry up.

Panic shot there his body as his eyes went wide “don’t come in here!” Timo yelled motioning to you to hide as he didn’t want you to be seen by Nico “but I smell food!” Nico complained letting his lips form a pout.

But Timo refused to listen to him “y/n is making a surprise and we would hate to see that surprise early now would we?” Nico wasn’t buying what his teammate said “but you saw it.” The captains determination made you want to laugh as you pulled your pants up reaching for Timo’s hoodie he had left in there the week before that you were certain you asked him to put away that night.

For once you were grateful he hadn’t listened to you.

Timo wanted to hit his teammate in that moment “when you fuck her surprises are no longer surprises-“ he blurted out finally going silent as you stuck your head out of the kitchen “how are we feeling today momma?” Nico smiled handing you a thing of flowers like he always did.

For now you both actually wanted to kill Nico, but you knew that the night wasn’t over and you’d be seeing Timo in your bed later on. Then he could finally have the time with you that he had been waiting so long for.

[rb19]

as the norstappen url holder TO ME current norstappen dynamics is SYMPATHY IS A KNIFE by charli

we know lando cares very deeply about how fans/media view their friendship. he felt he had to clear up he didn't race max hard in 2023 bc there's no point duh max was in rocketship, he could not compete, didnt make sense for his own result to put up a fight, it's not bc he is max's mate!!!! stop saying that PLEASEEE!!!!! went far to say that "we're not best friends." and i get that. just bc max doesn't let fans/media opinion get to him, it doesn't mean it's easy for lando to do the same.

max considers lando his best friend from the grid bc lando was the first driver who had the same interests as him back in 2019. finally someone from the grid understood max's sim racing obsession. lando didn't make fun of max's love for video games bc he also loved to play them. their iracing/COD streams back in 2019/2020 were fun and the reason they got close. as lando moved to monaco they started hanging out together, max loves a good party and so does lando now so to sass cafe we go. lando couldn't get max into golf god bless but they love to play padel. etc.

lando was very much a fan of max when he first got into f1. once i was stalking this inactive max fan page on instagram and noticed lando liked a bunch of posts back in 2018 😭 he saw max winning the big titles in karting. i think a few max fans are annoyed by some of lando's actions/interviews right now but they forget how he was/is always very complimentary of max as a driver/person in interviews. how he asked in the 2020 70th anniversary gp who won the race and his reaction to race engineer saying max was "legend." how he was team max throughout the whole 2021 season. how even last year he asked british fans to not boo max in silverstone. etc. and max was always there backing up lando too. stating he believes lando has what it takes to be a world champion in the future, that he made the right choice by staying in mclaren and having faith in the project.

IN 2024 they both have a fast car and they can compete against each other. max is a three time world champion, he aint got nothing else to prove. he has beaten lewis fucking hamilton. lando is the one who has everything to prove. he has to prove he can fight max hard now and back up his words. the pressure is all on lando. so how lando talks about max in race weekends, how he reacts to max's performances on track is going to change naturally. those max fans have to accept that. but things won't change for max, because max has been winning for so long now. max knows how to take losses. how to quickly recover from mistakes.

and ofc max being happy for lando in miami was ok, it was first win, everyone was happy for him. but lando doesn't want to see max happy anymore. i just beat you to pole and you come up to me to gossip about leclerc's lack of penalty??? who the fuck cares, can't you be at least a bit mad? lando will sulk after a race he feels he should've won, while max will quickly get over a p2 in miami even if he got fucked over by a SC. lando will entertain hypotheticals bc it helps knowing he was close to a win again, while max dgaf he could've won miami, he's all praises for lando.

lando does not have the self confidence max has. lando will question himself. it's normal. lando will feel conflicted. he doesn't want max to play nice with him, he doesn't want max's sympathy after he just lost a race. sympathy is just a knife. he knows it's sincere coming from max, and especially bc it's sincere he feels belittled by it. it's silly and he doesn't even want to feel that way. is he not worthy of being max's RIVAL? he doesn't want max to explain to him after the race how his aggressive move opened up the door to george overtake them both. he doesn't want max to be laughing at him in the press con. can max take me seriously for a sec?

next chapter: austria.

[sgiandubh]

Saw your comment: "We're not all thirsty mommies, nor 12, nor bitter bitches. I'd love to see and hear more about what is beneath that mask, not beneath that shirt." Sam has done that before. He wrote an entire book about his journey but the book is called bullshit and he a liar. He's written well-thought out articles and forewords to books. He speaks intelligently and passionately and knowledgably about his liquors and the process of getting to market, and is called a shill. His work with Prickly Thistle is expensive and taking peoples' money, even when it helped this woman-owned mill immensely. It goes on and on. Today he's been accused of hypocrisy for a plastic cup, thirst trapping to change a conversation and using his social media as a PR tool to fool gullible women. Some may want to see beneath the mask but when he's shown what he is willing to you get the above.

Dear Hypocrisy Anon,

Thank you for your thoughts. I have read your long comment very carefully and let's say I agree with about 85% of it. The itching point is, of course, the book: Waypoints is a good ghostwritten memoir I have commented at length, with a more benevolent view than most of those who found it took some substantial liberty with what they (and I, for that matter) think it's the current state of play in SC Land. Note I am not saying the truth: that's only for Them to know, not for us. So dismissing it and calling everything a lie is a bit of a stretch. It's just a memoir, to be followed by other projects, other books. And who knows, another memoir, later on, where he could correct the course again at his convenience. He's only 43. Give the man some credit.

Trouble is, the world is a vast and diverse place. It's not just this fractured fandom. If he wants to remain relevant beyond OL, he needs, in my humble opinion, two things: a) to score a big role in a big budget production, which would improve his notoriety and help him reach a different public and b) curate his personal image a bit more and get out of this midlife crisis fake character he's peddling around. The only people who find it interesting are the thirsty mommies in *urv's crowd and that's, uhm... a bit irrelevant, in the big scheme of things.

So, no more political blunders, please and thank you. Shut the hell up and play Switzerland on complicated and divisive society issues which can get one in boiled water for a comma. Carefully picked and curated CSR projects, he'd ideally be more actively involved in. And yes, maybe a bit more transparency on the so many great things he does, like that partnership with the Edinburgh's Youth Theatre he didn't even mention himself or include in his stories (no doubt, out of a very British and endearing sense of modesty). And always remember: when faced with something beautiful and fragile, like that story, people will try their best to smear it and break it. I am not bitter, just realistic.

Same goes for your conclusion: I am sure many would like to see more of what is beneath that mask. It's too bad that a bunch of bitter, nasty, clueless, but also very noisy women occupy a bigger part of the stage than they should.

But have faith, Anon. For the moment, all of this is nothing what a good PR, not the clowns he obviously hired, can't fix with relative ease. Trust me. I've seen way worse. And remember, always remember what dear Wilde (God, I love that soul!) said: 'every saint has a past and every sinner has a future'.

You just gave me an idea for a future post and for this, I thank you, Anon. But for now, I have to catch up on a thing or two, rather than determine the morality of a plastic glass. I hope this long answer helps somewhat. Thank you for dropping by: it was a pleasure reading your musings.

[odessa-2]

Dear Odessa, I read some blogs and there is always someone looking for any reason to prove that S and C are not together. Ever since I saw the photos of the funeral (poor dad has become the karma of the couple) I have felt calm and all the bullshit that is written almost makes me feel sorry for it. They live their lives and when they want and if they want, perhaps they will share their happiness with us.

Hi Anon. The funeral photos have answered the big question and have given us the definitive answer. I knew that SC are married but for those that needed more confirmation it was the funeral pics that provided it. A huge calm and sense of validation swept across shippers and a great unease and hysteria for everyone else in the fandom. The truth was finally revealed. And yes it was very Karmic and perhaps a gamechanger for how SC move foward and view the narrative.

Cait must have her regrets. Her daddy died and she had to slap Tony's name on the death notice and continue with the charade. It is very sad and although an absurd situation, I too am human and feel for SC and the mess they are in.

[moonspirit]

As a armin arlert lover, thoughts on floch?

Ooohh Floch.

Objectively speaking, he's a good character in the respect that he truly embodies what he represents in the world of AoT. Aside from coming from the camp of people who believed Erwin should've lived, I also feel he worked as a vehicle to represent the walled-in Eldians in Paradis (ie the civilians, whose opinions we really didn't see much of). The role Floch played in AoT was basically that of the other side; the side fighting against the Alliance, the side fighting for the "lesser good" if we take the overall picture.

Floch connects with a lot of other characters. Ideologically, he's closest to Jean, imo. Both of them are selfish, driven to uphold the causes that best protect themselves, but while Jean ends up seeing the value of human life, Floch doesn't, and that fundamental difference is where they both split away from each other.

With Armin, Floch comes with a profound lack of respect and a lot of hatred, because he sees Armin as the wrong choice, unflinching in his pointing out of all of the latter's flaws. However, here, Floch has a narrow-minded view of the world and lacks empathy while Armin's is wide open and full of empathy.

With Eren, Floch sees in him what he saw in Erwin. A devil who can get rid of other devils. Reminder here that the difference between Erwin and Armin is what drives Floch to idolize Erwin so much. He's told that no matter what, the SC must keep pushing forward, whereas what he actually sees once Erwin is dead, is chaos and confusion and the unwillingness of the main SC members (our 104th) to condemn the whole world for their hatred. So Eren's determination and new power ignites a spark of hope for him. For what he believes in, Eren is a god bringing them to life. Nevermind the fact that Eren never really tells Floch the end result of his plans (that Mikasa would be the one to decide what happens, etc), Floch takes Eren's "motivation" and runs with it, fueled by vengeance turning into brute confidence and little consideration for anything else.

As for the rest, Floch is the visual representation of someone seeking power to rid themselves of fear and cowardice; and of the opinions of the masses in Paradis, a lot of whom we see agree with the Jaegerist ideology.

So Floch as a character has good character development, imo, and he presents himself as the foil to what the Alliance stand for. If not for the fact that he gathered himself an army and fought against the very same people he once fought with, he really would've lasted until the end, which is what makes his death in Odiha very sad for the Alliance who watched him die.

What Floch wanted (and by extension, Paradis) was not wrong in itself. Nobody wants to be annihilated. But Floch and the Jaegerists believed in a race of people, while the Alliance believed in humankind as a whole.

[knwatchesninjago]

S1E2 Home

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

THIS EPISODE!!!! WHAT!??!?!? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OH MY GOSHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THIS EP SOOO MUCH!!!!

Alright then. What I am waiting for? Let's get into it!!

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Okay!!! THIS EP WAS SO FOCUSED ON FOUND FAMILY-- AND I LOVE IT!!! <33333

But I honestly love how it's focused on Zane in a way. I'll write my view on Zane in this ep at the end of this post.

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Okay, I love how Wu's first instinct was to check the gaming room!! Absolutely hilarious!!

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Okay.. lemme make this clear. I feel absolutely sorry for this dude

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Alrighty, let's move on tooooo....

#Lloydster_Enters_The_Scene

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It wouldn't be lloyd if he didn't regret his life choices, now would it?

#RegretLifeDesisions

OKAY I SWEAR I WAS CRYING WHEN I SAW THESE LAST SCENES!😭😭😭

LLOYD, BABY, U GO RIGHT INTO THAT SHIP AND RUN INTO UR UNCLE'S ARMS!! STOP THINKING THAT UR UNLOVEABLE!!!

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ALRIGHT!! ENOUGH OF LLOYD!! TIME FOR ✨ZANE✨!!!

Alright in the beginning we can see Jay, Cole, and Kai complaining to Wu and saying that Zane was weird.

I honestly love Wu's wise response:

"What is weird? Someone who is different? Or someone who is different than you?"

We then get a few flashbacks where Zane acts a bit odd. Okay... not that big of a deal as of rn.

The scene then shifts to the group at dinner. Zane comes walking in with a delious-looking turkey, wearing a pink apron.

As expected, the group laughs. Even Master Wu (totally not responsible and kind of u, Wu) joins in with the laughter.

After clearing up that mess they decide to have a food fight. Now on the surface, nothing seems wrong about that. (except for the fact that they're wasting food. my asian parents would never allow that in our house, loll)

But pay close attention to Zane.

He isn't smiling. He isn't laughing.

He's upset.

When Jay throws a piece of food at him, he FLINCHES!!! In his mind, all the time and love he spent making the meal is being wasted and underappreciated as his family throws it around as if it's nothing. They're all playing around and joking, but he isn't laughing...

And when he goes outside and sees the stars, look how happy he is!

This is one thing I love about Zane: he finds happiness in the most simplest of things.

When he sees the falcon fly away to an unknown location. He hesitates. He looks back at the monastery where you can STILL hear their laughter. His smile fades. Then he looks at the falcon and decides to follow it. And he follows the falcon with a SMILE.

Time skip, we see Zane and the team find Lloyd's treehouse. (a pretty impressive treehouse, ngl)

Just so I don't spoil the entire ep to you, I'm gonna ignore all the fighting scenes. When the ninjas come back, they see that their monastery is destroyed. And what do they do?

They yell at Zane. They blame him.

And what does Zane do? Nothing.

He doesn't retaliate. Doesn't try to put the blame on others. He does nothing. He takes all the blows.

He leaves and we later find out it's because he saw the falcon.

But... Y"ALL! When everyone apologizes, he doesn't act smug or try to rub it in their faces-- he asks them why they were apologizing.

In his innocently, pure mind, he doesn't take anything into account. He forgives them.

This is such a pure action, that's so simple but still so deep. He loves his team so much and nothing they ever do will affect that love he has for them. (im crying y'all)

AND THE LAST SCENE!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH MY GOSH!!! I WAS SQUEALING WHEN I WATCHED THIS!!

(first of... Jay and Kai run really weirdly... why are their arms flapping around!?!)

THE FAMILY FLUFFFF!!!!

"I am proud of you, Zane. One day, I promise, we will find your family."

And Zane's responce... 😭😭

"But... I've already found them"

*sniff sniff*

*breaks down into happy tears*

Y"ALLL ZANE IS SOO... SO FORGIVING!!!! I can't with this nindroid😭

And lastly... look at this wholesome scene.

Here we can see a huge contrast to the beginning scene. Here Zane initiates the throwing of food. And here, everyone is laughing.

It's only a joke if everyone is laughing. It's only funny if everyone is smiling. It's only "playing around" if everyone is okay with it.

I know that this review was a bit deep, but I'm only in the 2nd ep of season 1 and I'm absolutely loving it!! I'm so glad I decided to rewatch Ninjago!

Anyways, this is all I have for now. See y'all for ep 3!!

~KN out~

https://www.tumblr.com/kittenninja14/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[lawnmowereater]

hello! i was wondering if you could make a fic even a short one on how bakugou (boyfriend) would react to seeing the (old) scars on your wrist for the first time. Just how he'd react for not noticing it before and stuff.

Authors Notes: omg yes i can! your my first person to request something so thank you so much. if you wanted a longer story im sorry. (also this is not my gif)

Trigger Warning: S-lf H-rm

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, Like One Use of y/n

Bakugou seeing your old SH scars.

yall would probably just be chilling in his dorm

like having a little date night or romantic sleepover

and you just changed into your pajamas and they show a lot more skin than the outfits that you usually wear

you both were probably just scrolling on your phones together or watching tv, then bakugou got bored. he just started looking around in curiousity

then he looked at your revealed skin, and kinda started looking at it. he did end up dating the hottest person in the world, so he might as well admire them

but his heart dropped when he saw tons of old, small sc-rs all along your skin. they seemed healed which was good, but that didnt bother bakugou the most

his voice sounded small and a tad bit scared when he spoke "hey y/n..?"

you looked at him confused. he normally never sounds this scared unless something is really wrong. so you ask what's up

"those sc-rs look pretty bad, and before you say anything. dont lie to me, i know that you couldn't have gotten that many sc-rs that bad from training"

his voice sounded a bit harsh, but you knew that he was just scared and worried.

your eyes widened in fear when he pointed them out. you quickly grab a blanket and cover yourself before trying to lie your way out of the situation. but its too late

bakugou knew what those sc-rs were from, he wasnt an idiot.

when he spoke, his voice now sounded a bit shaky. and his eyes looked glassy, it seemed as if he was holding back tears

"no, dont lie. i know that you got those from s-lf h-rm." bakugou takes a deep breath "but.. why?"

his red eyes shimmered with held back tears as he waited for you to answer him. he was so worried but he didnt want to show you.

eventually, you told him why you s-lf h-rmed (idk why you did). it took a lot of courage to open up to bakugou, and he realizes that.

when you're done, you look up to bakugou for his reaction. although your teary eyes slightly blur up the view

bakugou has a few dried tears on his cheek. and he looks like a lost puppy. his eyes are wide with worry and concern.

he never really had comfort and support for his mental health growing up. this whole concept of opening up to your loved ones is still kinda stange for him

"im sorry, i.. i had no idea" he doesnt really know what to say, but he'll be damned if he doesnt try his best.

"but, just come to me the next time that you feel like doing this. i cant have you going around with bloody sc-rs like its nobodies business."

he looks at you and your teary eyes. he thinks for a moment, but then he opens his arms for you to climb into.

you slowly climb into his arms and onto his lap. his arms go around your torso as your arms goes behind his.

and you guys just kinda stay there for a while, not saying anything. its a comfortable silence, and you both definitely need it.

eventually after god knows how long, bakugou whispers into your ear "why didnt you tell me sooner?"

bakugou was worring this whole time about why you didnt tell him. was he not trust worthy? did he do something wrong?

you sooth his worries by telling him that you were just scared of what he would say, and if we would take it well.

a wave of relief washes over his body when you say that. he thought that he did something wrong.

then, he says "good. this better not be my fault."

he pauses to think for a bit.

"do you need food?"

he couldnt think of many other ways to comfort you, so this will have to so.

happily, the two of you walk into the kitchen for dinner, and prepare to spend a whole lot more time cuddling tonight.

[hitomisuzuya]

bodyguard x overworked fem ceo reader person here lol

I’ve got a smut version I’d love to share

thinking of reader (who’s not overworked this time) to just have an amazing body. Like her body is the epitome of attractive, she’s js hot like that🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

she’s wearing tight fitting office clothes (blouse, blazer, tights, and ong the sluttiest little tight putting black pencil skirt.) and scara walks in seeing her bending over to get a file

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Degradation.

This request😳 I'm sorry this took so long to get to😭

Scaramouche was on his way into your office with cups of coffee and hot chocolate for the both of you. He nearly spit out his bitter, black coffee when he saw you.

The sight of you bent over, reaching down to pick up a file you'd dropped next to the cabinet made him start to feel hard. Your ass looked defined and grope able. He swore that if he tilted his head a little, he could see a peek of your panties.

Your black stockings hugged your thighs in a way that was impossible for Scaramouche's greedy hands to resist. He set the cups down on your desk, his eyes trained on your ass as he walked over to you.

You looked so breedable bent over like that. Were you trying to tease him?

He reached out and groped your ass, smirking when he heard your shy squeak. "Scaramouche, it's still office hours," You said, blushing in embarrassment feeling his hand squeeze your ass again. It appeared he hadn't heard a word you said.

"Hmm?" Scaramouche purred, his hand travelling from your ass to your thigh. He hooked his fingers through the band of your stockings, snapping it back against your thigh.

Any other protests from you died, quickly being silenced as his hand cupped your cunt. He rubbed and teased your clit outside of your panties, quickly making you wet as you squirmed. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips watching you grind into his fingers, a string of shaky moans emitting from your parted lips.

Scaramouche took his time stroking your swelling clit, reducing your panties to soaked mess clinging to your cunt. Every sweep and stroke of his thumb made your clit throb, the fabric of your panties creating friction against it.

"What a slut I have for a boss," His eyes followed the moments of hips as you grinded into his fingers, "so wet and eager for her bodyguard's fingers," You mewled in protest when he took his fingers off your clit.

He bunched your skirt up around your hips, his eyes getting the perfect view of how wet you were for him. It made him lick his lips, not being able to resist smacking his hand across your ass. You yelped softly, your pussy clenching around nothing from his degradation.

You reached down with a shaky hand to pull your panties aside for him. He smacked your hand away, hastily pushing them aside with two fingers. Your toes curled as his connected with your clit, your legs shaking as he pressed his thumb in slow circles on it.

"Sc-Scara, please," You moaned needily, all rational thoughts crumbling in your mind. Your hole quivered around the tip of his fingers as he teased them at your entrance, gliding his fingers back up to flick your clit.

He knew very well he could make you cum by rubbing and playing with your clit, but he wanted to make you cream on his slender fingers.

A loud gasp of pleasure tore from your throat as he plunged his fingers into your wet warmth. They curled and nudged into your sweet spot. Your fingernails clawed into the wall, grinding your hips back into his fingers. Jolts of pleasure went straight to your throbbing clit, making you see stars.

"Fuck you are so tight," He groaned, scissoring your walls apart. He made sure you felt every drag of his fingers against your sensitive walls as they clapped around them. "You'd suffocate my cock with your slutty cunt."

Your orgasm curled tighter and tighter inside of you. His eyes were trained on the slick that oozed out around his fingers, squelching sounds accompanying your shameless moans.

The pace of his fingers increased, hitting into your sweet spot more firmly when he saw your body twitching and tensing with your approaching orgasm.

"Be a good girl, and cum like the slut you are," He pumped his fingers as deep inside of you as he could, sweeping them up to play with your clit before plunging them back inside of you.

You whimpered before crying out loudly for him, your body shaking as your orgasm tore through you. His cock was straining in his pants watching you twitch and make a mess on his fingers.

[daydreams-on-jupiter]

My thoughts on Coriolanus Snow

As someone who read tbosas before the movie was announced, under no circumstances will I ever feel any empathy for Coriolanus Snow. He is a narcissistic, misogynistic, manipulative and horrible human being. I’d probably go as far to say he’s bordering sociopathy.

Now I won’t deny that even in the book SC did an excellent job of making you feel conflicted about how to feel about Coriolanus, but even then it was clear that out of all the things he was, he was not good.

He does not feel any love towards Lucy Gray, at least not the same kind of love normal people experience, He views her as an object he owns, and the very moment she was no longer of use to him he turned on her.

I absolutely loved the cast they picked for the movie but I hated how they seemingly tried to make Coriolanus seem like anything more than a person who will do anything in his power to get what he wants, no matter who gets hurt, or dies, in the process.

In the books it is almost immediately made known that Coriolanus is a bad person, whereas the movies it is not made very clear until the end (partially because there is a limit to how much detail they can have, seeing as books always have been a better way to get information about a character made clear)

Coriolanus even describes Tigress to (in his own words) have a “certain sweetness and vulnerability that invited abuse.” Which is an absolutely disgusting thing for him to say.

Coriolanus Snow is an excellently well written character, someone with such an insatiable hunger for power that he will lay down everything to get it. He is a truly evil character and I love how SC portrayed him in tbosas, he is a horrible person and only got what he has through deceit and manipulation.

He saw Lucy Gray as nothing more than a pebble in his way, Which I feel like has been completely overlooked by the majority who watched the movies.

I can’t stand seeing people call tbosas a romance, because it is many things, but romance is not one of them.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk🤚

[ohmeadows]

very interested to hear your fu xuan thoughts now that she’s out !

first of all love her second of all i'll just do this in bullet points because my brain is soggy cereal today:

starting with her character stories, so spoilers under the cut:

she hails from the xianzhou yuque, famed for their divinations and jade abaci export, and it mentions that "centuries passed" so. she's at least, at the barest minimum, two centuries old, probably older. she ran away from the yuque to attempt and avoid a foretold destiny, namely that she would kill her teacher. indeed her teacher even says it was part of the reason why he took her on as a student.

this is interesting because it ties into her teacher's prediction that she becomes master diviner of the yuque, a destiny she defies by running away. but...

xianzhou fleet follows star calendar dating, and in 8072, third abundance war happened, a decisive year for many on the luofu. (caiyi dies in this war, as well as dan shu's love.) fu xuan, annoyed that the divination commission can't do much to help in the battle, devises a plan to use the cloudpeer telescope, putting it on the battlefield and calling down lan's arrow to raze it, winning the fight. jing yuan agrees to her plan, but takes responsibility for it. as a way to protect her.

she is willing to go down and be the one to call on lan. but no. the person who goes down with the cloudpeer telescope... is her mentor. he dies. as does many. but the battle is won.

this battle happens roughly 30 years before current timeline in-game, where while it's not confirmed 100%, we can guesstimate that we are around 8098 or 8100 SC (xianzhou reckoning, we know it's 2158 Amber Era, IPC calendar) which, sidebar, jingliu was ""killed"" by jing yuan in 7380. that's almost 700 years of the high cloud quintet survivors being tormented in various ways.

not sure of the timing of this report, but lan is on the move again.

the third war is very interesting because it left part of the hexafleet struggling to recover; luofu only recovered because of widening trade, something we see reflected in tingyun, yukong opting to work in the skyfaring commission, and aurum alley. and it was won because of fu xuan's choices.

in the time since, she seems to have come to terms with destiny being impossible to change. she writes in this letter (emphasis mine):

Let me be more straightforward here — the way the Matrix of Prescience Ultima operates is like a black box. We know that we can derive a frighteningly accurate prediction from the Chaos system by "observing our observation," but no one knows how it works nor can anyone explain it. Many, including my colleagues from the Divination Commission, consider this to be an example of how humans can change or select the future with their own power. But for me... I will interpret this from another perspective... The past, present, and future are not diachronic, but synchronic. (This statement denies the existence of time, so the use of "diachronic" and "synchronic" might be slightly inappropriate.) Every moment in the universe has been predetermined since the genesis. That is to say, it is impossible to change the future.

i find this very fascinating because we can thus also trace what that war did to her mindset and point of view; she doesn't think the future can be changed and that the universe is a deterministic one. (note that i don't think it's proof it is, as we saw with kafka and our choices in her quest, she also grapples with the question of if everything is predetermined or not. these are their point of views.)

now, some other observations and picking at her voicelines:

so, the omniscia/third eye she has is a gift from nous the erudition, also known as the wisdomwalker on the xianzhou. she writes in glimpses into the beyond that she has had at least one audience with nous, and regards them highly. (i also wrote more in-depth about that book here already, so i won't dig too deep right now.) she's had it most of her adult life, even before the third abundance war, before leaving the yuque.

despite being harsh sometimes, she's not mean. this comes across very well in march 7th's quest, i think: she does care what people think about her, but she's not about to go simpering or sucking up to get liked. i really respect that in a character, especially female? i've seen men write her off as a walking red flag of a personality, which is hilarious to me. she's a delight! just not your soft uwu waifu.

she loves her boba and milk tea. she claims it eases her constant pain from the third eye, which kind of tracks for me, i usually need to have caffeine in some form to help alleviate migraines. she likes them far too sweet for my liking, however, but she's big on teas. (it's suspected she is the one arguing that startaro tea is amazing and everyone else is just a loser and hater.)

and the pain. so, xianzhou natives, because of the abundance's blessing, are constantly healing. nous implanted a third eye into her that if it had been made by mortals, would have just been rejected. her body is constantly fighting this third eye, pushing it out, but it does not budge because of nous' powers. hence, unending pain until the day she dies. she even refers to it as an eternal punishment.

also worth noting how she's a follower of nous, while being on qlipoth's path.

her trigram talk sounds a lot like the i ching to me, and she's constantly consulting it, sometimes several times even before breakfast. implication? that she does not like surprises, perhaps. that knowing the future is her greatest security.

in march 7th's quest, i feel like we get to see a very protective side of her. she does not take lightly at having her work interfered with, even by fuli's followers, and you can see a glimmer of why she follows both qlipoth and nous here: intense desire to protect, and intense desire to know the truth at the bottom of it all, even if it makes her unhappy.

i also think her desire to be general stems from her preservation path, beyond just ambition. sure, she wants power, but to me she seems to want power to ultimately protect and guide.

ignorance is not bliss to fu xuan, to put it lightly.

she notes that the trailblazer doesn't have a trace of future destinies around them, and calls it strange. gestures.

[rachelsshowerthoughts]

I know its been awhile but I had some thoughts about Fable, namely their introduction after being Akumatized.

Assuming anyone saw it and given the students & maybe Caline were listening in, they may have burst in when the fight broke out only to see them Akumatized.

If the whole of Paris isn't swept up instantly by sheer emotional gravitation, I imagine its a bit like:

Chloe - & so the true villain of the piece is born!

Kagami - & so it was, three folded souls united in grief and rage became one, the Akuma, Fable.

Adrien - & so our dear narrator forgot to mention out stunning sense of style; I guess this story really will be a tragedy!

Chloe (muttering to herself and flickering between different faces & persona, rage, grief, ego, he/ro -Error- as she's forced back down)

Kagami - As ever, your bid to inject humor into agony fails to stem the tide.

Adrien - As ever, there was never anything to be done.

Chloe - As ever, its our time, time to at last to bring about everyone's Happily! Never! After!

All three place their hands on the desk, each chanting one of the words as the power builds and swells.

People begin running but there's no escape.

The last thing anyone of the class hears before being subsumed is Adrien's amused intonation of:

"That's right, its a play on words."

NOTE:

I considered having Chloe ranting, Its time, its time, its time! to show her changing faces, but I really liked the thing I accidentally started with all three starting their sentences with the same thing words to create a sense of narrative and thematic cohesion between their roles.

So, first thoughts. Yeah, Caline opening the door, seeing the Akuma, and trying to get everyone to run.

(Though, the first thing that occurred to me was - open door. See monster. Close door. Calmly turn to students. "Right. Everyone, run for your lives.")

I like the repeating sentence starts!

I think when I first thought of the "changing masks" it was. Like. Literal masks? Cause I was thinking of their costumes in terms of ballet, masquerades, Cirque du Soleil, stuff like that. So, the Masks are literally hovering around Chloé, like a swarm of angry bees. Cause, again, all of the kids, besides their role as Narrator/Playwright, Minstrel/Editor, and Chronicler/Critic, besides their roles as Storytellers and Hosts, they are also cursed "royalty" waiting to be rescued. And the "curses" represent their relationship with their parents, both how they and others see them. 

Adrien is a prince, cursed to have his vitality and love siphoned away by his dad, who doesn’t give anything back. Adrien thinks his dad will love him eventually if he just tries hard enough, but Chloé and Kagami both see it as him draining Adrien until he's nothing left. So, a gorgeous Prince, made weak by the vines digging into his skin, but who refuses to let them be removed.

Kagami is the warrior heir, cursed to be crystal, unable to hide anything, or do anything she wasn’t "made" to do. She believes her crystal form to be a sign of strength, of her ability to endure, but Chloé and Adrien see it as control, a puppet whose strings are restriction of movement. If Kagami moves in a way she wasn’t "designed" for, her crystal form cracks, gains impurities. The only way to keep it pristine is to conform to her mother's wants, which keeps the crystal clear - and empty.

Chloé is a princess who's "curse" is being whatever her parents want - a brat, a doll, a trophy, a pawn. Chloé has had to be whatever her parents want, because they didn’t want HER. Kagami and Adrien both have wildly different views on Chloé too, which doesn’t help. The Masks are her curse, but also her shield. Cause, oddly enough, I see Chloé knowing herself fairly well, she just also knows that herself isn’t what most people want. So, the Masks swarm her, pressing themselves to her face, but Chloé is terrified of not having the masks. It would be fairly easy to rip the masks off, or at least pick which one she wants, but she's too scared. So, she welcomes each mask, clings to it as long as she can, before it rips off and another takes its place.

@tumblingxelian

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The New Yorker

* * * * *

“Trying to steal history.”

January 9, 2024

ROBERT B. HUBBELL

On Monday, President Biden delivered a stirring and spirited speech at Mother Emanuel AME Church in Charleston, South Carolina. In June 2015, members of the congregation at the church invited a stranger to join them for services. The stranger killed nine members of the church in the worst church-related shooting (to that point)—a mass killing that was racially motivated. President Obama delivered a eulogy for Pastor Clementa Pinckney of Mother Emmanuel AME Church that included his rendition of Amazing Grace a cappella.

[The video is here, Joe Biden speaks at Charleston church (start at the 26:00 minute mark), and the full text of the speech is here: Remarks by President Biden at a Political Event | Charleston, SC.]

Against the backdrop of the 2015 racially motivated mass shooting, President Biden addressed Trump's use of the “lost cause” of white supremacy to bolster his hate-fueled campaign. Biden said, in part,

On June 17th, 2015, the [nine] beautiful souls and five survivors invited a stranger into this church to pray with them. The word of God was pierced by bullets in hate and rage, propelled by not just gunpowder but by a poison — a poison that’s for too long haunted this nation. What is that poison? White supremacy. Oh, it is; it’s a poison. Throughout our history, it’s ripped this nation apart. This has no place in America. Not today, tomorrow, or ever. Now — now we’re living in an era of a second lost cause. Once again, there are some in this country trying — trying to turn a loss into a lie — a lie, which if allowed to live, will once again bring terrible damage to this country. This time, the lie is about the 2020 election, the election which you made your voices heard and your power known.

Biden tied the lost cause of white supremacy to Trump's 2020 loss, identifying both of as existential threats to the nation. He then pivoted to Trump's insurrection on January 6 and Trump's threat to continue that assault on democracy if he is elected to a second term in 2024.

Biden said, Just two days ago, we marked the third anniversary of one of the darkest days in American history: January the 6th. The day in which insurrectionists stormed the United States Capitol, trying for the first time in American history to stop the peaceful transfer of power in the country. We all saw with our own eyes the truth of what happened. That violent mob was whipped up by lies from a defeated former President . . . . We saw something on January 6th we’d never seen before, even during the Civil War. Insurrectionists waving Confederate flags inside the halls of Congress built by enslaved Americans. A mob attacked and called Black officers, Black veterans defending the nation those vile of racist names. And yet, an extreme movement of America, the MAGA Republicans, led by a defeated President, is trying to steal history now. They tried to steal an election. Now they’re trying to steal history, telling us that violent mob was, and I quote, “a peaceful protest.” The lies that led to January 6th are part of a broader attack on the truth America today that we all have seen before. The same movement that, throughout the mob at the United States Capitol, isn’t just trying to rewrite history of January 6th, they’re trying to determine to erase history and your future: banning books; denying your right to vote and have it counted; destroying diversity, equality, inclusion all across America; harboring hate and replacing hope with anger and resentment and a dangerous view of America.

Powerful words delivered with passion and dignity befitting the hallowed ground and the proximity to January 6. As Trump's speeches are becoming more unhinged and hateful, Biden’s are becoming more forceful and direct in challenging Trump. If you can spare twenty minutes, watch the video linked above, beginning at the 26:00-minute mark. Your confidence will be renewed.

But I can’t leave this story without commenting on the media coverage. Biden delivered a truly inspirational and important speech on race and democracy. For sixty seconds during Biden’s speech, a protestor stood up and demanded that Biden call for a cease-fire in Israel. Biden handled the protestor with skill and grace. As the protestor was escorted from the church, Biden said,

It's alright. I understand their passion. I’ve been quietly working with the Israeli government to get them to reduce and significantly get out of Gaza.

That sixty-second incident of an otherwise historic speech dominated virtually every headline describing the speech. See, e.g., NYTimes, Protesters Calling for Gaza Cease-Fire Interrupt Biden Speech; The Hill, Biden address in Charleston church interrupted by protesters; and NPR, Protesters calling for a ceasefire in Gaza interrupted Biden's campaign speech.

The bias against Biden is just unbelievable. I wonder if the headline writers or journalists who wrote the articles even bothered to read or listen to the substance of Biden’s speech. I doubt it. Shame on them!

Meanwhile, Trump hopes the economy crashes before he is re-elected.

As Biden continued to call for the preservation of democracy and mourned the tragedies of January 6 and the AME shootings, Trump was telling an interviewer he hoped the economy would crash during Biden’s remaining time in office. See The Hill, Trump says he hopes economy crashes in next 12 months: ‘I don’t want to be Herbert Hoover’.

Trump said,

We have an economy that’s so fragile, and the only reason it’s running now is it’s running off the fumes of what we did. It’s just running off the fumes. And when there’s a crash — I hope it’s going to be during this next 12 months because I don’t want to be Herbert Hoover. The one president I just don’t want to be, Herbert Hoover.

Ha! Trump remembered as Herbert Hoover? He should be so lucky! He will be remembered as Benedict Arnold, Aaron Burr, Jefferson Davis, and Aldrich Ames—combined!

And, in case you think I am resorting to hyperbole, Trump refused to sign a traditional pledge in Illinois in which presidential candidates pledge not to overthrow the US government. See The Guardian, Donald Trump did not sign Illinois pledge not to overthrow government. Trump signed the pledge in 2016 and 2020, but not in 2024. Hmm . . . it’s almost like he’s planning ahead to overthrow the US government!

[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]

[odessa-2]

The good promo we’ve gotten for season 7 so far (even before the Emmy mag outtakes!) makes the promo for season 6 even weirder in retrospect. Caitriona’s like a totally different person, more than would be expected simply from having a new baby. Last year, she was openly complaining, barely did any promo on her own, and did one or two interviews with Sam. This year, it’s the best job in the world and she’s its (and his) #1 fan. I love this caitriona!!! The one I saw all during Belfast and season 6 promo? Not at all. What do you think is the difference? Was she pissed off about not being open with her real husband last year and trying to prove a point, but now the reins have loosened? Or is this year all sunshine and rainbows BS? Did she get in trouble or get what she wanted? 🤔

I've had a bit of time to mull over this different and fruitful promo. I think Starz are milking their chemistry for views but continue to simultaneously protect the narrative. Have Starz finally realised that SC are lighting in a bottle and that's why we are getting nuggets?? Something they should have realised at the start. Or could it be that Sam getting a new beard and they are throwing shippers a bone before another shitstorm hits?? I'm not sure.

Another difference from previous promo seasons is that Cait did not mention the word husband once during the entire promo. That's a shift as well. As to what lies ahead Anon, your guess is as good as mine.