#fireproof ╱ convo

[onakomiyaki]

Max is way too excited when he return to his motorhome, body still sticky with champangne, RedBull, rains and sweats. His race suit is tied nicely around his waist and his fire proof (that turn kinda seer from how wet he is) hugs his body perfectly.

Max had left everybody out, including Jos and Kelly and her family. He excuse himself and said that he need to call his mother and Victoria, which of course they can't argue with. Jos raised his eyebrow at him, but not questioning him, instead he was nodding his head and return his convo with Helmut Marko. And Kelly? Well, Kelly is Kelly. She insisted to join the call but Max said its his and his family time and that Kelly should go celebrate his win with her family. If Kelly was hurt by that comment, she doesn't show it. She just smile and return to Redbull crew and celebrating like he told her to do.

Upon arriving at his motorhome, Max start shedding his race suit, leaving him in his boxer short and his fireproof. He held his phone with his left hand as he sank down to the sofa. Max spread his arm as he rest his head on it, facing the ceiling of the motorhome as he enjoy the silence hugging him comfortably.

He close his eyes, finally letting his mask down and cried softly.

He won. In Brazil. From P17.

Max knew that if his father saw him sobbing like a kid he would scold him. Its not champion-like of him to show any vulnerable emotion. But he can't help it. Because he is not strong, not as strong as people think. He, infact, got very sensitive heart.

There is a whirr from the exhaust fan of the motorhome and some static noises from the mini fridge. The motorhome is not 100 percent sound proof, so he can still faintly hear the bustling commotion outside. Probably Alpine duo getting swarmed by the media, and Max is glad that he run away after finishing his media duty.

Max sigh a little as he change his position. He is now leaning down, elbows sat on his thigh as he open his phone. He removed all the media notification, swiping it left and right.

RedBull Racing Team post, swipe.

Team Redline post, swipe.

ESPN, swipe.

F1 Official, swipe.

Daniel Ricciardo, swi-

Max's thumb stopped, frozen in place as he saw Daniel's name. He sucked in some air that decided to left his lungs and clicked the message icon.

Daniel Ricciardo 5.52 p.m

Congratulations, Maxy! Amazing drive mate.

🥂

He hesitantly move his thumb to the calling button, letting his thumb hover on top of it. Max bite his lower lip before finally pressing it. He turn on the loudspeaker mode as he wait for the calls to connect.

He never knew that waiting a call to be connected can feel like eternity.

And when the call finally connect, Max eyes widen at the sight of time finally counting up.

"Hello? Daniel?"

"Hiya, Maxy. Congratulations mate! I didn't watch the race but I saw the post and immediately went and saw the reply. You're such a beast!"

"Ah, thank you, Daniel. It was a hard race. We fought well against McLaren and Ferrari today."

"No no no, YOU fought well against McLaren and Ferrari. And Alpine as well, shocker!"

Max let out a laugh as the person on the other end laughing at his own word. Indeed one thing Max wasn't expected is his fight with Esteban in Alpine. RB20 against A524 sounds like a good joke.

"We're fighting against Alpine now." Max whisper.

"Kinda tragic isn't it?"

"Yeah it does."

Daniel doesn't say anything and Max also went silent. Max can hear the rain out side, the water hitting his motorhome roof. The rain picking up again, he thought. Max also can hear the faint bustling background noises from Daniel's side. He knew Daniel went to watch Bills game, and from what he heard, Bills won the game as well.

"I wish you were here to celebrate with me, Daniel." He broke the silence.

Daniel doesn't answer, but Max can hear his soft chuckles. Max like to imagine that Daniel's chest would vibrate when he let out a chuckle like that. Max would love to feel that vibration on his palm. Max would love to feel Daniel close to him, a lot.

"Me too, Maxy."

"I miss you a lot, Daniel. I miss you. I miss us. I don't want this without you. Come back, please."

Max let out a choked sobs as he break down once again, holding his phone with two hands now as tears streaming down his face. Max closed his eyes as his shoulder tremble. All hell break loose.

"I'm tired of doing this alone.. I want to be with you, in America. Watching Bills, riding dirt bikes, go to parties. I want that. With you."

Max cried out, sobbing violently as the emotions finally caught up to him. The fact that he had to fight alone on the front with Alpine and his teammate is struggling with their sister team had taken a toll on him. This is so unfair for him. He deserve more than this. He deserve Daniel as his teammate.

"I'm tired Daniel.."

Daniel inhale sharply, sniffling a little. Max can hear the background noises slowly disappear. Daniel probably moved somewhere more privatelym

"I know baby, must be tiring. I tell you what, you can go to my farm on the break. We can enjoy some barbeque and talk about it, yeah?"

"Yeah?"

"Of course Maxy. For you."

Max nod his head, not aware that Daniel can't see anything. But he did it anyway.

"I would love to visit your farm, Daniel."

"Of course you do, you always want to visit my farm."

Max let out a chuckle at his comment. He can imagine Daniel's cheesy smile when he said that and that make Max happy. Much happier than few minutes ago. There is another silence between them when Max don't know what to talk again on the phone. He never like phone calls, he prefer talking in person because somehow the topics flowing in naturally when he talk in person. Or maybe because it is Daniel on the other side.

"Well, its settled. You and me, in my farm. Enjoying sunset and beers, riding dirtbikes around. Its a date then."

"You're an idiot."

"Oh but you love it, Maxy."

Max feel something flipped inside his stomach when Daniel change his tone. He can feel his body temperature rising and he close his thighs together involuntary.

"Well then Maxy, I will leave you to celebrate your win while I'm celebrating here."

"Okay Daniel. And thank you for the congratulation message."

"Anytime sweetcheeks. See you around."

The call ends and Max had to compose himself for a second. His phone vibrate, indicating a new message on his phone. He open his phone open and see another message from Daniel.

Daniel Ricciardo 6.24 p.m

You're not alone, Maxy. I will be here for you.

🦋💙

Max smile at the message.

I'm not alone after all.

[murfpersonalblog]

Fire & Sunlight: AMC vs Books on Vampire Powers

"if lestat's blood and louis' blood are the same, and lestat drank from akasha before meeting louis, and therefore cannot be burned, why louis can? because he was willing in that scene in the seventies? or just because blood does not transfer that way?"

I just saw this great question posted by @notfeelingthyaster, and I've been wanting to rant about this for awhile, cuz AMC is very inconsistent with Anne RIce lore wrt vampire powers.

This line is valid...kinda, cuz fear IS the mind-killer, and vampires who give up on life & stop fighting DO have a tendency to just wither away and expire. But Imma still call him out: As of S2, Lestat can 100% be burned--he was bragging/showing off/exaggerating/calling Loumand's bluff.

Magnus was old AF, and had powerful blood in him--his bloodline is descended from Rhoshamandes (the Big Bad of the final Prince Lestat trilogy), one of the First Brood made directly by Akasha. But Magnus himself never drank from Akasha, so he's not sun/fireproof, and having his blood is nothing to brag about. Lestat is strong for his age cuz Magnus was old/strong--Les got the preorder bonus--but that's about it.

What determines vampires being sun/fireproof is HOW MUCH of Akasha's blood they have in them.

And even then, the First Brood can still burn up because of the sun, as we see in the books during the Great Burnings, when TWMBK was left out in the sun. SHE got a tan, but every vampire on the planet went up in flames. Only the strongest/oldest survived, but they were still EFFED UP for centuries. Which is why Marius was created--to get TWMBK to safety.

Marius drank occasionally from Akasha, the most out of anyone for 2000 years. And even HE burned when the Children of Satan/Darkness jumped him & kidnapped Armand.

Marius was effed up for decades/centuries, even with the blood Akasha let him drink to quicken his healing. Fire is no joke for vampires (which is why the Fire Gift is like hax mode).

[EDIT] Louis explained that when he torched the Theatre des Vampires, only the bones of the younger coven members were found--the older vamps were just ash.

And this is a convo by book!Loumand:

I literally have no idea why AMC said starvation could kill vamps. 🤦 They KNOW fire is OP, I guess it was a red herring? [EDIT]

Lestat drank Akasha's blood ONCE before he met Louis (& Enkil nearly killed him for it). That gave him a significant boost in powers, way too much for a fledgling not even 100 years old. But he wasn't sun/fireproof yet--which is why Pyromaniac du Lac was able to do what he does best and set Lestat on fire in the book/movie:

Even on the show, where Lestat is 100 years older/stronger, he's STILL not sun/fireproof, as we see in 1x2:

Unless AMC's changed the rules & this is part of Lestat's ACT/ruse, deliberately hiding his REAL powers from Louis 👀 👀):

Cuz that whole scene in 1x2 with Louis even walking OUTSIDE should NOT be a thing for AR vamps, who can't be out in daytime PERIOD. (Only OOOOLD AF vamps like TWMBK, the Twins Mekare & Maharet, Khayman, Nebamun, etc. can get tans.) But for AMC, they just apparently can't be in DIRECT sunlight. So AMC's vamps are ALL daywalkers, technically.

But whatever--back to Lestat: IF the rules haven't changed, and Lestat was being HONEST in 1x2, hiding from the sun under his cloak, then no, he's not sun/fireproof yet in S1/S2.

What he says in the S3 promo/teaser is BS; "but then again, they might not." (No, they TOTALLY WILL, boy, stop, lol. XD )

He's showing off, and still calling vampires' bluff; cuz he's going on tour to distract everyone from killing Mr. I Own the Night Louis. Les wants vampires to be afraid of him, and THINK he's unkillable/unstoppable, and that not even the sun/fire can get rid of him. But that's just not true--YET. Les's an unreliable narrator par excellence.

BEFORE the tour, he CAN be set on fire. Les doesn't become truly sun/fireproof until Qotd, AFTER Akasha wakes up & stops his tour & they become lovers/partners-in-crime, & he feeds on her regularly.

In TotBT, he realizes just how much more powerful he is, when he tries to commit suicide but just gets a (painful) tan.

So what about Louis (& Claudia)?

Louis & Claudia are stronger than they should be for their ages (so is Lestat), because Les drank Akasha's blood ONCE before he met them.

But Lou's weak cuz he starves himself & doesn't sustain his powers; and Claudia's weak cuz she's "built like a bird" in a too-small body with too-little blood to even make her own fledglings.

AMC!Louis's been given a significant boost in power with the Fire Gift, which he should NOT have yet, but AMC!Les is 100+ years older, and apparently he's already gone to ground (his dates during the Trial are obvs a LIE--he didn't sleep for all 100+ years, cuz he met Marius & AKASHA, but he doesn't want the coven to know about TWMBK--again: Les is an unreliable narrator, too). In the books, going to ground in a torpor also gives vamps power upgrades when they wake up., which would explain why Les, Lou & Claud are stronger than their book counterparts.

But beyond the Fire Gift, Louis isn't sun/fireproof, cuz HE didn't drink from Akasha, and he's just way too young, and way too underfed.

Likewise, Armand being fire/sunproof ticks me off to no end cuz it effs up his character plot in MtD/TVA; so I have no idea wtf AMC's doing with him, cuz he never even knew Akasha EXISTED.

514 years is nowhere NEAR old enough for a vampire to be ok walking in the sun--Marius was 2000 years old and still burned.

TL;DR: It's a numbers game; but the math ain't mathin, AMC. Vamps being fire/sunproof isn't not about AGE, it's about ACCESS--to AKASHA.

[vibetribetarotcoach]

🔮 Return to Sender: A Spell for Energy Vampires, Dusty Exes & Vibe Leeches 🚫

Is your energy being drained? Ex won’t stay in the past? People acting weird? Nah, bestie. We don’t absorb, we RETURN TO SENDER. Try this spell & let the Universe handle the rest.

🚨 Venus Retrograde got the past creeping up? Maybe your ex is fake “checking in,” a friend got too comfortable taking and not giving, or someone’s watching your IG stories like a ghost but won’t speak. Whatever the case, we don’t absorb—we redirect. This spell is the “return to sender” button the Universe forgot to install.

✨ WHEN TO CAST THIS SPELL ✨

📉 Venus Retrograde – when past energies try to resurface & test you 🌕 Full Moon – for purging & resetting your aura 📵 After a weird text, awkward convo, or draining interaction 🍃 Post-hookup or post-argument cleanse – because let’s be real, some people leave more than fingerprints

🖤 WHAT YOU NEED 🖤

🕯️ A black candle (protection, cutting ties) 💨 A little smoke – incense, sage, or a joint/blunt (because rolling up can be a ritual too) 📝 A small paper (write their name or just "all negative energy") 🔥 Fireproof dish or sink (we’re spell-casters, not arsonists)

🌀 THE SPELL 🌀

Light your candle. Take a hit, a breath, or a moment to exhale the bullshit. Hold your paper and say:

"Your name fades, your weight dissolves, I send you back—no space, no calls. No leeching here, no ties to mend, Your energy shifts, your grip must end.

The strings are cut, the air is clear, What once was mine stays nowhere near. With love, with grace, but strong as hell, I free myself—return, repel."

🔥 Burn the paper (or rip it up and flush it). 💨 Blow out the candle, exhale deeply, and visualize your energy snapping back to you—whole, untouchable, divine.

✨ EXTRA PROTECTION ✨

Take a spiritual shower (wash off that lingering energy)

Play a playlist that makes you feel powerful & unshakable 🎶 Choose your artist, choose your vibe

Moisturize. Hydrated skin, hydrated soul, no dry energy in sight.

🚫 If They Try to Pop Back Up:

This spell redirects their energy—they might suddenly remember you exist. Don’t fall for it.

Keep your “lol” energy strong.

Block, archive, and thrive.

💌 Free convo, free clarity—no pressure, just vibes. Let’s heal, manifest & build together. ✨

🔮 Join VibeTribe, book a reading, or just slide in—I got you. Reblog if you’re claiming good energy! 💜🚫🧿

[logandanvers]

📍 𝖢𝖠𝖲𝖠 𝖣𝖠𝖭𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖲 with @danverslily​. 

“Knock knock,” Logan called out, announcing his arrival as he opened the door to Lily’s work studio -- an ostentatious set-up ensconced at the back of the house they shared, that he had spared no expense in helping her assemble. The dishes placed precariously on the tray in his hand clattered together as he stepped into the space and spotted his sister seated at her work station, clicking between photographs on the dual-screen set-up. She had been cooped up in the studio all day, hard at work on her latest project, and he’d been hesitant to disturb her, aware she was working on a deadline. But the girl had to eat. And so Logan had painstakingly assembled a dinner spread for her, comprised of one of her favourite meals -- medium-rare sirloin steak, grilled vegetables, a loaded baked potato -- and dessert he’d picked up from C’est La Vie. “How’s it going in here, Annie Leibovitz?” he asked, eyes locked on the wobbling dishes balanced on the tray as he approached her work bench. “The in-house chef was disappointed you didn’t show up for dinner in the lounge. He sends his regards.”

[bcvtrice]

“are you busy?”  // @bichiiyal​

mirada se alza desde pantalla del móvil para luego hacer ademán de labios indicándole que la respuesta es negativa. guarda silencio esperando si hay otras palabras que siguen la pregunta pero termina rompiendo el mismo segundos después “ ¿necesitas algo? “

[lupintyde]

You’re a dragon, Jaskier

I just finished Witcher s2 and I have thoughts.  Once again, I bounced this off of @aplaceofnonsense​, my enabler.

Me:  Hey, remember that “Jaskier is immortal” theory I had from last year?  I have to amend that.  I don’t think he’s immortal.

Saph: ...he’s not?

Me: He’s not immortal.  He’s a dragon.

Saph: um...WUT

(Season 2 spoilers below the cut)

Me:  This is a lot, so I’ll break it down.

The “Golden One” Story

It was played as a joke that Jaskier slept through the dragon fight, but what if he was all "Borch got this fam I'm catching zzz's"

Who told Jaskier the story?  The dwarves don’t like him.  Borch was probs like "yeah, so here's what happened, FUCKING MORTALS AMIRIGHT?!"

The Dress Code

Borch wore this frankly obvious gold scale garb in the dragon hunt ep

Jaskier wore this frankly obvious red scale, spiky garb in the same ep

And then spends the entirety of season 2 cosplaying as a human dragon

Hey look.  He's got scales going down his legs.  Or are they leathery folded wings?

Literally Burning

My boi singing his heart about about Geralt burning with steam (smoke?) coming out of his mouth.  Sure, it’s cold in there (the set was outdoors in the winter) and he’s breathing pretty hard, but this happening on “BURRRRRNNNN” is too good.  He’s also the only one that does this either above or in the sewers.

Also, did that fire ever touch his finger?  If it did, he’s fireproof cause there were no burns...Yenn couldn’t heal him and he used that hand just fine afterwards...

(pic from here)

Saph: So, he’s a red dragon?

Me: Well, the Witcher wiki says red dragons “can be prideful and aggressive, but also delightful conversation partners and debate competitors”.

Saph: OMG JASKIER IS A RED DRAGON

Dave, reading our convo:  HOLD UP.  If anything, he’s a silver dragon.  Silver dragons LOVE telling stories, they love music, they're flamboyant dressers, they can't stop talking, they're very curious.... The first thing Jaskier wants to do when Geralt breaks him out of prison is get a bath.  Dragons are incredibly vain.  Source: I played a silver dragon in a DnD campaign and did a LOT of research.

Me: (reading the Forgotten Realms DnD wiki) Yup Jaskier’s a silver dragon.

Enjoys the company of humans and elves 

takes on the guise of kind and elderly humanoids or very attractive and young humanoids *coughJASKIERcough*

waits for others to ask them for help (which Yenn and Geralt both do and Jaskier immediately agrees to help even though he’s angry)

would attempt to right an injustice if they saw one (Sandpiper)

interested in protecting the humans or elves it came to care for

do not enjoy combat, but would own you if forced to fight

have ice and gas abilities (is that steam from the cold or ICE BREATH while he’s angry singing?!)

Saph, Dave and Me: Dragon.

Me: Joey Batey is also a DnD nerd and is probaby doing this shit on purpose...and Valdo Marx is a rival dragon CHANGE MY MIND.

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Edit:  I can’t believe I forgot to include that Jaskier tells Yennefer he’s like the elves because he’s in the “other” category.  Artist? LGBT+? Dragon?  Yes ;)

[wtflife01]

The black fireproofs look good but i'm not sure about the yellow and black convo yet.. //

renault was yellow and black and the suits were great

It looked great because there wasn’t much yellow, idk how Ferrari are going too do it

[willadoreyou]

fire as a reference to closeting

hiya, so i made this as a thread on twitter and wanted to bring the convo here!

Through The Dark “i will carry you over fire and water for your love” the elements described are obviously representative of some relationship struggle and knowing what we do about ziam and larry, to me that line screams ‘i’ll make sure we get through this shit’

Adore You “walk through fire for you” think about this line in terms of fire being a reference to closeting. in the context of the song harry’s just saying he’ll do anything for louis, including having to be closeted.

Happily (?) “we’re on fire” for this one he could literally just mean it like “we’re hot shit”, but the other lyrics of the song lead me to believe that it’s a not so subtle way of basically saying “we’re in the closet”.

Fireproof this whole damn song is a reference to their closeting and the way that it effects their relationship. “i think i’m gonna lose my mind, something deep inside me i can’t give up...” JUST READ THOSE WORDS. DOES THAT NOT SCREAM IM GAY I CANT CHANGE THAT. basically the entire song is just talking about getting through the struggles of a long term relationship and given the way we have seen fire used in other 1d songs, it feels very possible that “fireproof” literally just means closet proof.

Flames this is yet another song that very much reads to being about closeting. i don’t say this with full certainty, because there were quite a few writers for this track, but a lot of the lyrics feel that way. “i’m a broken home, you’re better off alone” he and his partner don’t fit the heteronormative family structure and because of that (and the repercussions of it), his partner is better off without him. “you better run from me before i take your soul” this line could be from a management pov and it’s a reference to his closeting through that lens. this line also made me think about how zayn was very clearly the first one to be interested in liam, so maybe he feels partially responsible for getting liam wrapped up in closeting. “light me up in flames” this one seems like it’s a little bit of a fuck you to mgmt. to me it reads as, you don’t like this part of me so you just have to fucking closet me. 

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 21

IN THIS EPISODE OF MURPHY IS SO VERY SLEEPY BUT THE UPDATE SCHEDULE TAKES NO PRISONERS (FOR THE MOMENT):

“So it’s true,” she wheezed between grit fangs—“that bitch really does have you on a leash.”

KINKY,

me: okay lemme refresh on what happened last chapter-- me: /remembers me: oh yeah! yeah that SUCKED,

lets us continue on the journey of deep and immense sadness with glynda ‘clown shoes’ goodwitch!!!!!!!! here we go here we go

It took a while to pry back the jaws of her soul and wrench herself out of them.

ooh i rly like the context change here. before glynda was kinda falling back into her soul as a way of just Getting On With Shit or protecting herself, but now it’s framed in a fun new way of please can i get out of here now. good job glynda. look at u GROUNDING YRSELF like a CHAMP who should have been in a TKO LIKE FIVE ROUNDS AGO--

What did that mean? Had she asked Cinder about Ochre? Glynda struggled to recall, but the memories swirled like clouded ink in her skull.

i still love the continuation of glynda’s Mysterious Messages To Herself. she leads such a thrilling life of ‘did i write that’ and ‘did i do that’ and ‘what does any of this mean’

Hating herself, Glynda found she couldn’t remember.

and also a less thrilling life of the squeaky clown shoes variety. glynda PLEASE

She had to know: was anything Cinder had given her real?

the YOU and the US,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, the DESTINY. dw babe im sure cinder Has Never Told A Lie, Even Once In Her Life, On Account Of Being A Very Open And Honest Person,

Had she been abandoned? Cinder had been unhappy when she left. Angry, maybe. Angry enough to take her leave for good? Or had she always planned to?

i love watching glynda slowly become kind of,,,,,,,,,,,, more aware of herself in relation to other people? sometimes she still Moves or Does w/o rly thinking it thru, but we’ve got quite a change from, like, early chapters of glynda where she was barrelling along with VERY little disregard for both actions AND consequences,,, but look at her now!!!!!!! using her whole ass BRAIN. im proud of her. 

When she tried to dismiss this first fear, another one was waiting underneath: had something happened to Cinder?

In her attempts to keep Glynda’s soul from smothering them both, Cinder had been quite willing to converse over the phone with her—even if her texts were short and snippy, she usually at least responded, to avoid backlash. Did she not care anymore? Or—

Or was she unable to?

/leans in, like, uncomfortably close to the microphone

glynda darling i do Not mean 2 worry u but yr (future) gf is currently grieving, pissed beyond belief, and also

/checks notes

failing her way into becoming strawberry jam

But, surprisingly, there was another half to Glynda now: one that worried, despite facts, that Cinder was in danger. That Cinder might need her.

GO AND GET THE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The light caught in every golden thread of her crown emblem, embroidered with diligent precision. But something else caught her eye: the midnight black surrounding it had a sheen to it. Subtle red ducked through the fabric, glittering like burnished stars in a distant night sky: fire Dust.

The flash of a memory: Cinder’s face when Glynda had complained that her last cape had been burned.

This cape would not burn.

okay so no lie i cant read this bit without my eyes starting to water abt just how GOOD this section is and i have cried TOO MANY TIMES over this fic ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T H A N K Y O U F O R T H E F O O D !

CINDER MADE IT FIREPROOF. SHE DIDNT HAVE TO. SHE DIDNT NEED TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT THE SYMBOLISM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS U N R E A L. I AM CRYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GO GET THE GIRL YOU MORON

Glynda didn’t know what to do.

Glynda dialed Winter.

and i am INSTANTLY launched back into the comedy that is glynda goodwitch’s life at large THANKS FOR THE WHIPLASH

“No, I mean… I was awful to you the last time we spoke. I know I was. I keep thinking about it. I’m so sorry, I just… Don’t have anyone else to go to right now. I don’t know who else I’d call.” It was horrible to admit. Loneliness had never shamed her before because her soul had held it at bay. Now it made her sick. “I’m safe. If you don’t want to talk to me…”

LOOK AT THIS CHARACTER GROWTH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, GLYNDA!!!!!!!! YR DOIN SO WELL BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE COME LOOK AT HER THINKING WITH HER M I N D.

“I lashed out at you, Professor Goodwitch. That wasn’t right of me. I should have known that you weren’t truly to blame for what you said. I know Cinder. She’s manipulative. She twists the world and makes you think she’s a different person than who she really is. I blamed you in the moment, but Cinder Fall is truly the person at fault for making you believe that I would try to hurt you. I shouldn’t have raised my voice or said the things I did.”

/rubs face

like winter needs to be in this fic and og was bereft not having her actually take up 30% of the space as she DESERVES, but god i forgot that shes a whole Thing and winter please just. shush. for a moment. for a second. ilusm. but please shut up.

Glynda was pacing, her Scroll levitating near her.

side note but casual uses of glyndas semblance is one of my fav things i love seeing it. glynda ‘look mom no hands’ goodwitch out here,

Glynda closed her eyes. The tactile recollection of cats arching, bristling, and spitting. Backed into corners. “Maybe she was panicking. I don’t know.”

i dont rly have much to say here other than continuing to enjoy Cinder As Cat, the ongoing metaphor. glyndas just gonna pick her up the scruff of the neck eventually and we will ALL b thankful.

ughghghgb im not gonna copy paste this whole convo w/ winter because this is a liveblog not a shitty projection of the fic on the side wall of a bowling alley, BUT GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD glynda is so WORRIED,,,,,,,,,,, past glynda is befuddled. bemused. why does future glynda Feel so much. but future glynda is FEELING and i love her. das yr gf yr worried abt. DAS HER,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and also yr other gf winter too but like that’s a long-con sort of egg to hatch,

While it had been some time now since Glynda had been in a proper fight, she expected no trouble. This wasn’t Cinder—ergo: this wasn’t a real threat to her. Still, she would bide her time and hold her silence, if only for the chance of getting a hint of what was going on.

This wasn’t Cinder—ergo: this wasn’t a real threat to her.

LADS,,,, LADIES,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, BEANS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, IS IT GAY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, TO SEE YR RIVAL AS YR ONLY REAL THREAT,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

The group crossed the room as one unit, guns aloft and eyes peeled, determined to not be ambushed.

Glynda intended to ambush them regardless.

i dont like 2 say when an au gets a character so right that all other interpretations aren’t valid, but.......................... offal hunt gets glynda so right that all other interpretations aren’t valid, and thats that, on that,

One left. Glynda didn’t hesitate. She had been built to fight Grimm; far stronger, far quicker, far more bestial foes than these. She was herself a blade, sharpened far too fine for these intruders.

sounds hot

“Are they...alive?”

Glynda didn’t pause to check.

“Professor? Are they alive?”

glynda: fuck them kids

“How will you get to her?” Winter asked.

“I always find her in the end,” Glynda answered.

hrm,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i wonder if that’s foreshadowing something

Her soul was churning inside her, longing for solace, for Cinder. She could picture the way like a burning trail in her mind’s eye; that bright-yellow tether between herself and Cinder, that pathway between their souls that she had tread so many times before. It always led her to Cinder.

HRM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I WONDER,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

“Good luck, Glynda.”

“Thank you,” she said again, pausing under the streetlights. “But I won’t need luck. I’ll find her.”

FELLAS,

what a good chapter!!!!!!!!!!! also i cried. BUT I HAD A REAL GOOD TIME. I CAN IMAGINE THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LESS OF A GOOD TIME, BUT FOR NOW, I WILL ENJOY THE MENTAL IMAGE OF GLYNDA’S BICEPS AND HER FUTURE WEDDING ALSO,

[wadey-wilson]

11/11/11 (answer to 11 questions, ask 11 questions, tag 11 people)

I was tagged by the lovely @ponymom-stuff

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1. What fic/trope do you really want to write but haven’t yet?

I don’t think there’s any. I don’t plan in these categories, I just have an idea and go with it.

2. What was the first ever fic you wrote and what made you decide to take the plunge and write it?

The first ever fic was a fic in Polish and it was a psych ward story about the band R5 (lmao). I just always loved writing, whether it was an essay or a short story.

3. What can people expect from your next fic?

I don’t think I’ll ever do it, but I have in plans a sequel to the current ongoing Spidey AU (Look After You), so if I ever get the time and will to write it, I will. I also want to write a Letters to Santa AU bc this movie is Polish and fucking amazing, and one plot line is just so great that I really want to write it. 

4. What is your go to source of inspiration for the next fic?

Letters to Santa (Listy do M., seriously, watch it) and the Marvel comics.

5. What are your tips for getting out of a writing funk?

My only advice is to get drunk and open the doc. Really, it works miracles. Or if you don’t wanna have hangover, just write. I wrote my whole epilogue without even planning to only because my mom pissed me off big time. I wrote the 4th part of my fic just because I opened the fic and decide to just write, even if the words didn’t make sense at first. Look for quotes, songs, watch movies. Something will get you inspired. I wrote a whole Niall/Louis convo just because I got inspired by one moment in House M.D. My best advice is to stop thinking so hard. Relax. Think of something else, watch a movie, go for a playlist, google stupid quotes.

6. What is your most popular fic?

I have 2, so... Yeah. But Seven Ways To Woo has gotten quite a few responses and hits, so like, it’s on top. Of the 2.

7. Is there a fic of yours that is popular and you don’t get why it is?

Nopes. i have posts that have 100k and i don’t know why. I have 2 fics. 4 if you count the drabbles.

8. What fic have you read more than 3 times?

Grenadine Sunshine, Half Your Age (Plus Seven), The Naked Truth

9. Is there another writer who inspired you to start writing and if so, who?

Uh-oh, @horsegirlharry. Maybe not to start but to write for this fandom in particular. She just writes love in such a... real way? I don’t know how to say it, it’s just so !!! to read.

10. Have you read a physical book recently and if so, what was it?

A book about a guy who was in prison for 20 years for no reason other than his neighbor saying it was him who r*ped and killed a girl, and finally got out of there after some detective and policeman took the matter in their hands and got to the truth. Like, a real story.

11. Do you have to have quiet when you write or do you have music or the telly on?

I can’t have anything playing or I get distracted as hell. I start singing or listening to whatever is playing in the background. I can read and listen to music but not write and listen to music.

my questions:

1. What’s your current WIP/s about? 2. Who’s your favorite writer/s? (in the fandom or just a writer) 3. If you could write a movie AU, what movie would you choose and why? 4. If you could mix H/L with characters from some other characters with another fandom, what fandom and characters would they be? 5. Drunk or sober writing? 6. What’s the longest thing you wrote in one sitting? 7. What’s your advice for non-natives? 8. How much do you research for your fics? 9. What’s your favorite fics (can be 3) and why? 10. What’s that one fic that everyone loves and you don’t get why? 11. Who out of the 5 1d boys is the most difficult to write for you?

tagging:  @got-stars @jaerie @2tiedships2  @must-be-fireproof @alarrylarrie @tofiveohfive  @dinosaursmate @horsegirlharry @geekymoviemom (idk how to count to 11)

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Alright Now That I Finally Have Some Time

I think I’d better give some more info on this pjo AU i whipped up don’t I?

Especially on Natsu’s backstory, which i’ll put under read more for you guys

Now Natsu was a child of Hades (bet you weren’t expecting that were you?) along with his big bro Zeref 400 years previous and since the world was pretty crazy at the time for kids of the big 3, Hades being the very good dad carried them to live in the underworld.

There they lived pretty happy and content, experimenting and growing their powers. Zeref was more skilled at raising and manipulating the dead( and very experimental, doing stuff to the souls that made even Hades cautious of him) while Natsu’s demigod strength was his best aspect, ignoring the Stygian iron weapons he was given in favor of hand to hand combat.

But you know, kids in the underworld isn’t exactly the best idea because goddamn are they curious. Against Hades’ warnings they ventured into Tartarus under Zeref’s suggestion ( “You’ve wanted to do this for as long i have right Natsu? Think of what we’ll learn, what we can fight! Let’s go!!”) and it doesn’t go well. They got lost, horribly and every corner they turned led them to stronger monsters that they could barely escape from. Then the accident happened.

Trying to escape from some monster, Natsu fell off a cliff into the Phlegethon, the river of fire and perished in the flames. And in a messed up twist of fate, Zeref found his way out not long after. However death and tartarus will obviously screw with someone’s head, especially a kid. Getting chewed out by Hades means nothing when you’ve lost part of your mind.

Natsu’s soul still hung around after, but it just wasn’t the same. Zeref was torn with guilt and whoo boy if his experiments with spirits were messed up before them i dunno what to call the ones he did trying to resurrect Natsu.

So after a whole bunch of souls lost to this project he created a young body, made of some bits (like drakon blood and scales with some monster stuff mixed in) and was ready to take Natsu’s soul but it needed something else. So Zeref heads back to tartarus and bathes the body in the Phlegethon so with the power of fire infused in the body it’d never hurt him again. The fire bleaches his black hair to pink, i dunno how that makes sense but it does.

Zeref’s happy for the first time in years but it’s short-lived and followed by a series of unfortunate events (ha) which goes:

-He takes the body back up and binds the soul to it. As it bonds, he miscalculates and the fires start to burn away at the soul. Burning soul = screaming(Natsu and Zeref’s scream to clarify)

-Screaming brings furies, furies bring Hades.

-Hades sees crime against natural laws and epic god vs demigod fight ensues

-Hades wins, banishing Zeref to the fields of punishment but before that Zeref shadow travelled Natsu’s body to the upper realm (which is like about 18/19 years before the story ‘cause time runs differently in the underworld)

-Hades assumes the fire will continue to burn at the soul so he doesn’t pursue.

Plot twist, Natsu lives and through plot convenience he ends up being found by Igneel who takes him in because he smells like a drakon hatchling and there’s definitely something weird so he kept him close to keep an eye on Natsu, who he raises and trains as the fire Natsu was bathed in manifests as his powers.

Next series of events that follow:

-13 years pass, 2 half-bloods ,Jellal and Levy, on a quest find Natsu in the woods with Igneel, who passes away not long after.

-Natsu goes back to camp with them and well, kid with natural pink hair pretty much stands out so there are some whispers but he’s put in the Hermes cabin until he’s claimed.

-When the fire powers are found out, there’s an uproar but no claim means he’s still in the hermes cabin. Whispers turn to full blown convos and conspiracies about this kid.

-Natsu has nightmares about igneel dying and.........something else (the memories of his old life are barely there since that was the part of his soul that was burnt away, there are still shadows of them though). His nightmares of being consumed by fire leads to the cabin being burnt down several times

-After about the 8th time it burnt down, the decision was made to put him in hephaestus ‘cause that’s the only place that’s completely fireproof. It was a good decision to save the building but not the best for Natsu. (Hephaestus kids can be kinda savage when you mess with their stuff)

-So Natsu, as much as he loves the camp, lives a pretty shitty life where most kids skirt around him ‘cause well, he’s weird so he does the only thing he can do without anyone else, train. He trains almost all the damn time which leads to the main conflict in the fic.

It was bound to happen but not so soon. Continuous usage of his fire acted as a catalyst which when mixed with his non-human bits triggered that drakon transformation which he has no knowledge about.

Sooooooo, all of this basically leads up to the delicious angst i wrote.

Do i have more in mind? Definitely yes.(like how Zeref basically has a switch for Natsu which triggers the demon bits he has, basically making him go feral.Think Inuyasha demon form)

 Am i gonna actually write this and maybe continue that pjo AU? Probably 

But I might give out some more back stories on the other characters in the AU when i go off on holiday

[logandanvers]

📍 𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖤𝖮𝖭 𝖣𝖮𝖦 𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪 with @mariahkenmoreblog​.

Being on the road, on and off, for the better part of the year meant Logan was only privy to the joy of taking the Danvers dogs to the local off-leash park when his scheduled allowed. It was precisely why he took the time in the off-season to bring them by and let them run wild with other dogs in the area. Socialization was important for them, and it was a good opportunity for him to do his share of it, too. Pet parents were always eager to talk about their dogs; it was an easy conversation starter that opened the door to learning more about his neighbors. Sat on the bench at the edge of the park, he pitched a tennis ball across the grassy field and watched as Bruce and Amelia chased it down, his Australian Shepherd outpacing his sister’s chocolate Lab. When the pair of dogs returned the ball to him, a third dog was following close behind -- Galaxy, he realized, which meant Mariah was nearby. Glancing about the park, he soon located the dog’s owner. “Hey, stranger!” he called out before tossing the ball again, sending the pack of dogs running off once more. “How’s it going? Hey, I gotta ask you about the stuff in the news -- is it true? The stuff about a parallel universe? NASA doesn’t have to know you told me. Just blink twice and it’ll be our secret.”

[logandanvers]

📍 𝖠𝖣𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖭𝖤'𝖲 𝖮𝖥𝖥𝖨𝖢𝖤 with @sotoadrienne​​.

Armed with a folder thick with paperwork, Logan ducked out of the hot afternoon sun and stepped through the front doors of Adrienne’s office. He had set a meeting with his lawyer earlier in the week to review legal documents for a new deal with Colgate. It wasn’t the typical type of endorsement he accepted -- he was somewhat discerning with how his image was used, at the behest of the business people close to him -- but unless there was something troubling buried in the 42-page contract, he was ready to become one of the faces of Colgate’s new national Healthy Smiles campaign. The company had offered a decent paycheck for a modest amount of work, and he had decided to donate the proceeds to one of the charities he’d selected and listed in an email sent off to Evie for her feedback. 

But before he could even think about making the announcement, he needed Adrienne’s advice. The young lawyer was someone he’d come to rely upon for brutally honest legal guidance. She didn’t hesitate to cut through the bullshit, and while her cutting remarks were sometimes unexpected for someone in her line of work, he appreciated her honesty. Folded into one of the narrow chairs in the small waiting area, he only looked up from his phone when he heard the approach of heels on the flooring. “Adrienne,” Logan said in lieu of greeting, tucking the device in his pocket. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about our appointment. Or was making me wait punishment for not bringing you coffee last time?”

[logandanvers]

📍 𝖮𝖷𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖤𝖷𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤 with @evierhodcs​.

With the 2019-2020 hockey season wrapped, Logan was looking forward to focusing on business. The off-season was a time to relax and unwind after months of training, travel and work, but it was also a prime period to explore new opportunities -- namely, endorsements and media engagements. When it came to managing his image and career, there was only one person he trusted with the reins, and it was difficult to quell his excitement about the business lunch he’d scheduled with his publicist to talk shop about what the future held for him and his brand. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, repeating a familiar refrain as he leaned down to press a social kiss to Evie’s cheek before seating himself opposite her at the table. The apology was heartfelt, but he would be kidding himself if he thought that the woman didn’t know him well enough to predict that traffic wasn’t the primary reason for his delayed arrival. Try as he might to correct his own time management issues, he couldn’t quite cure himself of the flaw; chronic lateness was simply a part of who Logan was. “Good to see you again, Evie, and on this side of playoffs. Have you ordered yet?”

[logandanvers]

📍  𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖱𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖨𝖣𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖳𝖤𝖫 --- 𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖤 with @caldwellderek​.

The terrace is nearly empty when Logan steps out into the warm summer evening, carrying a dinner napkin filled with ice he’s skimmed from one of the champagne buckets. Inside, the crowd that had formed is still dispersing, attendees discussing at all volumes what they had witnessed --- and captured, certain to be circulated on social media, if it hasn’t already --- during the fight that had unexpectedly broken out. But outside, there are only a few people lingering at the edges of the partially-enclosed terrace. One of them was a party to the fight, and someone he’s no stranger to. Logan approaches slowly, mindful of the other man’s body language; he recognizes the adrenaline in the way Derek paces about the space, his hand shaking slightly as he presses his fingers to his face. “Hey, Balboa,” Logan calls out, holding out the makeshift ice pack as he approaches. “You’re gonna need this.” It feels like an olive branch, in a way. It’s been months since they’ve last seen each other, and although there was an implicit understanding that things were casual, Logan couldn’t help but enjoy the irony that he had been the very person --- out of everyone in attendance --- to intervene in the fight between two men who occupied very different spaces in his life. “That was some left hook. What the fuck happened back there? How do you know Cason?”

[logandanvers]

𝖨-𝟦 → 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖭𝖤𝖸𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖫𝖣 — with @bellamybaycliffe​​​ & @wyattmontgomery​​​.

Folded into the backseat of the sedan and wedged between two car seats, Logan could feel his legs beginning to grow numb as the impromptu concert in the car reached fever pitch. In hindsight, he’d realized that they could have rented a larger vehicle --- one with enough space to comfortably transport three adults and two children, along with the supplies necessary to get them through the day --- but the excursion to Disneyworld had been something of a last-minute arrangement. And in the chaos of securing passes and packing for the day trip to Orlando, all considerations that weren’t obvious in priority had fallen by the wayside. Considerations including, but not limited to, the leg room available in Wyatt’s vehicle. Once it had been determined that the teacher would be their chauffeur on the way to the parks, Logan felt a responsibility to offer the passenger seat to Bellamy, leaving him to cram his limbs between his friends’ daughters. But the raw excitement radiating off of them made the cold prickle of pins and needles in his body worth the trouble, so he kept quiet, occasionally shifting around to help the blood circulate through his legs. “Good job, girls,” he said, offering them each a hand for a high five as the song playing over the radio came to an end. “It’s been a minute since we checked, so why don’t we ask Mommy and Daddy our favorite question?” His suggestion garnered giggles from both Briar and Noelle, who looked across him at each other before shouting out in unison to their respective parent in the front seat: “Are we there yet?!”