#i should have searched which is the right tag before posting

[leepontocom]

Never a better feeling than when a show you already like turns out to have queer characters

[wonder-worker]

Wild how we know that Elizabeth Woodville was officially appointed to royal councils in her own right during her husband’s reign and fortified the Tower of London in preparation of a siege while 8-months pregnant and had forces gathering at Westminster “in the queen’s name” in 1483 – only for NONE of these things to be even included, let alone explored, in the vast majority of scholarship and historical novels involving her.

[shithowdy]

this is your periodic reminder that for all the artifacts and errors and "tells" one could possibly list, the only reliable way to actually determine if an image is ai generated is to investigate the source. it is becoming increasingly common for "fake classical paintings" to circulate around curative aesthetic blogs, and everyone should be using this as an opportunity to not only exercise their investigative skills but also appreciate art more in general. you're all checking out the artists you reblog, right? 🫣

so what are some signs to look for? let's use this very good example.

what a lovely late-impressionist piece blended with evocative leyendecker-esque themes! why haven't you ever heard of this artist before? surely tumblr would be all over an artist like this. who is justin brown?

your two options from here are to do a search for the name, or a reverse image search. i prefer reverse image searching, particularly when it comes to a common name like "justin brown". so what does that net?

Immediately, without looking at any text, something is wrong: it barely exists. an actual historical piece would turn up numerous results from websites individually discussing the piece, but no such discussions are taking place. Looking at the text, though, does show the source-- and at least in this case, the creator was honest about their medium.

But let's also look at the "exact matches", in case a source doesn't make itself apparent in the initial sidebar results like this.

This section will often tell you post dates of images, and here it can be seen that the very first iteration of the image was posted 15 days ago. It did not exist online prior to that.

Seeing how long an unsourced image has been floating around is a skill applicable to more than just generative images! See a cool image of an artifact or other intriguing item with a vivid caption? Reverse search it! If all the results are paired with that caption and only go back a few months, you might just have viral facebook spam.

Sometimes generative creators are dishonest about their medium and do not tag it like in the example, so that's when establishing "jpeg provenance" becomes important. While it can be a little trickier to determine if someone is using generative images and not admitting to it if they aren't trying to pass it off as a classic, something to consider is the age of their account and the frequency with which they post. Here are some account red flags:

-Did they only start posting art after 2022, or if they did before, did their style/skill level WILDLY change? Not gradual improvement-- I'm talking amateur graphite portraits straight into complex digital renders. Everyone starts somewhere, newness is not a red flag alone; it's newness combined with existing in a vacuum away from any community.

-Do they post fully-finished paintings several times a week? -Do many of these paintings seem iterative of a similar theme or subject matter ("three well-dressed young men face each other under shade and dappled sunlight")?

-Does their style change in inconsistent ways? An artist that can swap between painting like Drew Struzan and Hokusai should be pretty well known, right? Why is no one hyping this guy?!

-Do they have social media besides the source instagram? If so, what are they posting about? Are there any WIPs? Doodles? Interactions with other artists? Gallery dates? 3am self-doubt posts? Or is it all self-promo? Crypto? Seemingly nothing art-related at all for someone pushing out 3 weekly paintings?

Basically, if it's important to you to omit this stuff when you curate, please don't just smash reblog if the source doesn't seem to be the OP themselves. Seeking out sources was important even before this became an issue, now it is more than ever.

peace n love

[cjgladback]

For the last several months I've been resisting the siren call of machining while enjoying the new-to-me channel Pask Makes, with its woodworking and tool production.

But yesterday I watched two videos from Adam Savage in a row, with all their semi-chaotic plotting, layout work, and winging it. I now desperately need access to a machine shop and I'm being so brave about it.

That said, I have just downloaded FreeCAD to get as close as I can digitally to that thought process without the metal shavings, blue stained fingertips, and sulfuric lubricant smell. Or at least as close as I can for free.

[cherryyluvs]

You're All I Think About

Yandere! Mark x Reader

synopsis: Mark becomes obsessed with you, stalking your social media, learning your routines and slowly inserting himself in your life.

Mark first sees you in the crowded halls between switching classes, laughing with your friends, completely unaware of the way his eyes linger on you.

He doesn't even realize he's staring until William nudges him, “Dude, what are you looking at?” Mark blinks, snapping out of it. He nods towards you, “Who’s that?”

William barely glances up from his phone. “Oh, that's [Your Name], Why?” Mark doesn't answer. He just nods his head, already storing your name in his head. Already obsessed.

That night he's at his desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing your name into instagram's search bar. He could just ask around, but that feels.. weird. Right? No harm in a little social media check.

His heart skips a beat when your profile pops up instantly, and it's not private? He exhales, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Perfect.

Click

He scrolls through your posts. Every highlight, pausing at ones with your friends. Photo after photo, mix of group shots, selfies, random snaps of your day to day life. You at a cafe, sipping an iced coffee. You in a library, holding up a novel with a playful pout. How cute

Resisting the urge to double tap. What would you think if you saw his name in your notifications? Would you even notice him?

Click click click

His breathing is steady, but his heart is pounding. Watching the videos you've posted. The way you laugh at something off camera. He pressed replay, rewatching it over and over.

Fingers tightening around the mouse as your voice fills his ears. He moves to your tagged posts. Scanning through the names, the faces, and the places you visit frequently. He memorizes it all, where you eat, who you hang out with, and what classes you take.

Maybe he should go to that cafe more often, not because of you, obviously. He just needs a new study spot. Yeah. That's why.

He needs to know more.

And he will.

It started with bumping into you at the cafe, the one you always visit after class, acting surprised. “Oh Hey! [Your Name], right?”. You stare at him confused. Before nodding, “Yeah?”

He smiles, “We have a mutual friend! Williams, he talks about you sometimes.” which is a lie, he doesn't mention the fact that William barely does.

That he’s the one who pried for information, piecing together bits of your life like a puzzle.

From here on out, it's easy.

Running into you on campus, sitting across from you in the library when he sees you studying. Making up excuses to talk to you.

You don't think twice when he starts showing up in place you go to or like when he causally brings up books he saw in your posts.

And when he finally gets your number?

He stares at the screen, thumb hovering over your contact name.

You have no idea how long he's wanted this.

How long he's waited.

Mark doesn't just stop, figuring out your schedule and friends was just the start. He starts controlling it.

It began subtly. That one guy who always sits next to you in class? He suddenly transferred classes. That annoying girl who always flirts with you? Stops showing up entirely.

Mark doesn't mind getting getting his heads dirty if it means keeping you safe.

p2

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

can you do a Tom Blyth x reader fic wherein they're doing a wired autocomplete interview?

Answering the Web’s Most Searched Questions || Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

A/n: this was so much fun to make! I apologies for this taking a bit to make hahahaha. Keep the Tom Blyth x reader requests coming 🙏

Warnings: nothing but reader n tom being such a wholesome couple

Wc:

Divider by @pommecita

“Hi I’m Tom Blyth!” You smile at the camera. “And I’m Y/n Y/l/n” Tom waves to the camera as you both hold in your laughter but fail miserably. “And this is the wired autocomplete interview,” Tom clicks his tongue pointing to the camera.

“Who should go first?” You look to Tom as you see a glint of mischief in his eyes, “let’s paper scissor rock it?” He asks as you turn your body slightly to him. The next sped up montage was of the two of you playing paper scissors rock and not surprise that you won earning a groan from Tom as you are passed your board.

“Okay first one, who is y/n y/l/n……. dating?” You read it as you and Tom chuckle. “Who are you dating, Y/n?” Tom jokes as he looks at you quizzically. “It’s actually a secret,” You shrug, “Do I know this person?” Tom continues, “Yes actually, you are very familiar with this person,”

“Hmm, interesting,” Your boyfriend pretended to think about it as you wink to the camera, discreetly pointing to Tom beside you. “Moving on, Does Y/n Y/l/n have…… a pet?” “Yes I do actually, his name is tchai and he’s a spoodle. I bring him to set all the time and he just comes along and chills with us.” You say as an instagram post of yours pops up on the screen.

y/n_y/l/n

Liked by tomblyth, hunterschaffer, rachelzegler, and 3,837,202 others

My boys 💗

tagged: @tomblyth

“Next one, can y/n y/l/n….. sing and act?” You laugh at this one as Tom does the same, leaning his head against yours. “Unfortunately I cannot sing and act. That’s not me in the tbosas film, that’s actually my stunt double that looks identical to me and it’s actually Tom that sings all of the songs” You give a thumbs up as Tom and the crew start laughing.

“Does y/n y/l/n have any tattoos? Yes! I actually have a matching tattoo with my boyfriend, it’s on my pinky and it’s half of a heart and he has the other half.” You put your hand up and point to it as Tom quickly puts his beside your pinky, his other half connecting with yours.

“Oh my god, Tom has the exact same one. What a coincidence!” You giggle, “Such a coincidence right?” He shakes his head. “What does….. y/n y/l/n look like? Well if you guys didn’t know, I look like this” You point to yourself as Tom places his palm under your chin with a grin.

“What was y/n y/l/n’s…… first acting role? My first acting role was in Billy the Kid that came out in 2022 and Tom here is actually plays the main character Billy.” You nudge his arm as he gives a thumbs up, “And I play Dulcinea which is Billy’s lover at one point.“ You answer before you start to peel off the last one.

“Does y/n y/l/n have… a child?!” Your jaw drops open as Tom laughs out loud. “Do I have a child? No! I’m still very young but I do plan on having children in the future. I do have a younger sister who is 4 so I think people mistake her for my daughter,” You let out a chuckle.

“Grace does very much look like you I do have to say,” Tom points out as you nod in agreement. “Yeah I have to agree with that aswell, probably why people think she is my daughter. Especially when Tom and I are taking care of her for a day, people always say what a lovely family we look,” You giggle.

~

“Finally my turn,” Tom says in excitement as he’s handed his board. “First one, How….. tall is Tom Blyth? That’s actually a good question uh-“ “For reference, I’m 5’3,” You say as Tom stands up pulling you with him. “There’s quite a height difference,” You laugh as you look up at him.

“I think I’d say around 6ft? Yeah, I’m pretty sure because Hunter is 5’10 and I’m abit taller than her. So yeah, 6ft.” “Next one, What is Tom Blyth’s…. Hidden talent?” Your eyes lock with Tom’s, “It’s not a hidden talent, but I am quite a good whistler.” “Yes! Tom is so good at it,” You nudge him, “Don’t make me do it,” He smiles, biting his lip as you give him a look.

“Do it!” “Okay, fine,” Tom then does the hunger games whistle, three fingers in the air as you watch in amazement. “I was really nervous then,” He chuckles as you laugh to yourself, agreeing.

“Does Tom Blyth…. Have a girlfriend? He says slyly as you look at the camera, “No. I do not have a girlfriend,” Hearing his words, you look at him and find him nodding his head as he says it which makes you smile at his silliness. “What a shame,” You pat his shoulder jokingly as he shakes his head, laughing.

“Lucky last, Is Tom Bltyh… a father? seriously, what is up with these questions?” He says in slight disbelief. “Are you?” You tease him, “Like Y/n, I get mistaken as her little sister’s father but no. I have no children,” “Your children would be so good looking,” You point out before you could really process it in your head.

Tom looks at you in surprise but laughs, “You think?” He maintains eye contact with you as you nod, almost in a trance as you stare into his piercing blue eyes that you could stare in all day. “Hmm, that’s good to know you think that, babe” His pet name for you slips out as your eyes slightly widen.

Tom quickly changes the topic when he realises. “Well that’s it from us today,” He says in a happy tone, “Thank you for watching this video!” “bye!” You both say in sync as you both throw the boards at the camera before it cuts off.

[skzdreamer13]

In Your Arms

Chan X Reader

I know it's been a bit since I've posted but things haven't been great here. Kinda wrote a little comfort drabble to get through it, hope you enjoy ♡

Word Count ~ 0.5k

Info ~ comfort, fluff, cuddling, crying.

Your tears fall silently, staining the pillow beneath you as you choke back sobs and attempt to hold your body still in the still silence of the night that surrounds your shared bedroom. Your boyfriend sleeping soundly unaware of your distress is sleeping soundly, beautifully beside you.

You should be asleep as well, meeting him in your dreams, but as you lay there the darkness that surrounds the room started creeping into your mind. Next thing you knew every life stresser you were currently dealing with, every insecurity, flooded to the surface of your mind and before you even had a chance to stop it the tears were flowing and your shoulders were shaking with every unsteady breath you took.

Next to you, you felt the bed dip slightly with the movement of your partner. Chris stirred next to you and instinctually you held your breath, like a child caught awake past their bedtime.

Chris turned over, wrapped his arms around your torso and kissed the exposed skin of your shoulder. His presence was soft and comforting, the ache in your chest releasing, which only fueled to have more tears fall from your eyes and a sob you could not hold back to ring free, echoing around the moon lit room.

Chris stilled briefly before wrapping his arms tighter around you, pulling you in closer to himself. His breath was gentle as it fanned against your neck, his head now resting in your pillow in an attempt to close any space between you two. His body warm with sleep enveloped you and in the wake of his effortless attempt to sooth you, he succeeded but it only caused you to let your walls down and for sobs you wrack you without hiding. Your body instinctively curled up slowly, your knees rising to your chest but he had no intention of letting you go.

“I've got you.” His voice was gravely with sleep, and deeper than his usual octave. Your hands search for him, finding his arm and grabbing on, his body curling with you to hold you close, his bare chest pressed to your back, his words ringing true in this moment. He has you, and he won't be going anywhere.

Chris whispers soothing words and hushes in your ear as you continue to cry, tears seeming as though they'll never end. His voice is soothing and safe, the only place you can't be hurt is here in his arms and you never want to be let go.

After what feels like hours of your tear ducts dehydrating you, you catch your breath and relax completely into his arms. He kisses your head and leans up on his elbow to hover over you and look at you. The room is dark but with the light of the moon leaking into the room, shadows bounce off to let you see him clear enough. His eyes are heavy with having been pulled out of his sleep, his curly dark hair is longer than usual and messy. His full thick lips, even when his face is completely relaxed, seem slightly pouty.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Chris asks you while still holding you close. You think for a moment and shake your head, talking about it would upset you again and right now, in his arms, surrounded by his warmth, there isn't anything else you need. Your body feels lighter after crying and your mind is empty. For right now nothing else matters. You can deal with the world's struggles tomorrow.

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[enemymine2000]

It's official, US TikTok is going dark right now. Lives vanish bit by bit, East to West.

So time for the Tumblr house rules for those few, who'll find their way here:

Before everything else, personalize your blog! Put a different picture up, write a bio and/or make your first individual post, or people will think you are a bot. Then it's on sight. We block and report those immediately, thanks to the great porn bot wars.

Once that's done:

1. Speak clear and freely. Say what you mean, we don't do that 1984 Newspeek and emojis instead of words here.

2. Tags are a way to sort your stuff AND to communicate. But stay on topic. No spam tagging. And no censoring words or no one will ever be able find anything. Search system is shot enough to hell as is.

3. Don't like, don't read. The block button is your friend.

4. Reblog, don't repost. We don't steal content here. Always give credit. Which is also the reason for...

5. AI is not liked here. It is trained on stolen content. Just don't.

6. There is no such thing as a Tumblr influencer. Even our big names are just normal people, who just stick out due to longevity and/or weirdness.

7. Follower count doesn't matter. No one can see who has what amount of followers and we don't care.

8. Our "viral" posts are our heritage posts. Some might have breached containment and have been shared to other sites. We keep them going because we genuinely like them or want to keep the ancient magic alive.

9. Which leads to likes. They are nice and you obviously are not supposed not to give them, but they don't really matter apart from spamming the notifications of the OP. Reblogging keeps Tumblr alive.

10. We have our own holidays. Don't worry, you will not be forced to partake, but you will be confronted with them. Unless there is another round of The Boopening. Sorry, but no one escapes The Boopening! (Many prefer it to the Mishapocalypse, but this the SPN site, so never discount a Mishapocalypse. Or getting your news via Destiel meme.)

11. Our lore (Tumblr history) is wild. Stolen bones, human pets, dashcon, crucifix nail nipples, the bullying of John Green off the platform (the totally unrelated intern of a coffee company has forgiven us), female presenting nipples, Goncharov, crab raves... This site has been around for a very long time and a lot of us have been around for most of that. We are proud to have remained "ungovernable" and are unapologetic about it, thus we celebrate our history. Even the failures.

12. You can use the "discover" feed of course. But we basically only ever use the "following". No algorithm, just an endless reverse chronological scroll.

13. There is no verification system. We know that people like Wil Wheaton, Lynda Carter and Misha Collins are the real deal, because they verified themselves through other official means. Otherwise everybody can be whoever they want to be. Meaning also that you always should use common sense before chipping in with donations.

14. It's your blog, not some social media account. If you change interests (however often you want), just post about those. Your followers mostly won't care. Hell, about 90% of the blogs I follow have changed names, themes and topics so many times, I don't even remember why I followed in the beginning. (The amount of second hand knowledge about shows/movies I obtained...) If it gets too much, unfollow or block relevant tags.

15. Pixelated icons indicate that the blog has been flagged/self-reported as containing adult themes, mainly nudity. Goes back to great porn purge (see female presenting nipples). It's also why sometimes posts have pictures removed for going against Tumblr's content policy. There is still enough nudity going around.

Welcome, have fun, look around, find your niche, and don't worry. We don't bite. Much.

[mogruith]

BG3 Photomode Tutorial #2.5: More Scene Manipulation

Chapter 0: Overview

Chapter 1: Script Extender Debug Console

Chapter 2: Scene Manipulation

Chapter 2.5: More Scene Manipulation

Chapter 3: Otis_Inf Camera Tools

Supplement: Mods and Resources

In continuing from the last tutorial, I wanted to talk about how you find and play cutscenes. There's a couple ways to do this but I will show you my way because I think it is the most thorough way if you need to figure out what flags you may need to edit in order to get this working. It'll also give you the tools you need to troubleshoot flag settings.

In the above screenshot, you can see a cutscene that is meant to be played in the Shadowcursed lands: The cutscene where you play the Lyre to summon Kar'niss. It is a complex scene with tags to resolve and multiple NPCs - some of which aren't humanoid.

I will show you how to find a scene based on a snippet of dialog, how to locate its name and UUID so you can plug it into this command:

Osi.QRY_StartDialogCustom_Fixed("SCL_Drider_Caravan_HalfOrcCaster_865adfae-1b72-1ed2-f961-d55abd4fb7b1","S_GOB_DrowCommander_25721313-0c15-4935-8176-9f134385451b",Osi.DB_Avatars:Get(nil)[1][1],"S_Player_Gale_ad9af97d-75da-406a-ae13-7071c563f604","S_Player_Astarion_c7c13742-bacd-460a-8f65-f864fe41f255", 1,1,-1,1)

Warning: Please keep in mind, this is still a very finicky process. Again, take it slowly. And please don't be afraid to ask for help if you're struggling. Once you get the hang of it, you can pull out scenes and troubleshoot them into playing with ease.

There's also a good chance I'm glossing over something and not explaining it clearly/accurately. Please send me an ask, DM, comment to clarify anything that's confusing!

BG3 Dialog Reader

In order to do this my way, you'll need to download BG3 Dialog Reader and generate HTML files that include all the dialog of the game. There's already a very lovely tutorial on how to do this, so I recommend you follow it. EDIT: Or download their parsed files from their Google Drive: BG3 - parsed dialogue (1.7).zip

You've probably seen posts in this format before:

So you should now have HTML files located somewhere on your system. You need to search for a line that you'll find in the cutscene you want. Now you need to ask yourself: What line can I search for that is unique to that cutscene so that if I search for it I will get exactly what I'm looking for?

In the Drider-Lyre scene I recall an NPC asking "Did you bring the lyre?" so that's what I searched for. I use the Everything search tool because it's awesome and search for the file like so:

You will need to take a look at this file later, but for now, just take note of the name: SCL_Drider_Caravan_HalfOrcCaster. This is the first half of what you need to complete the first parameter in the command at the beginning. And we are going to use this to find the UUID.

Finding the UUID

To find the UUID, you're going to need another tool. The BG3 Modder's Multitool. Go to their GitHub, look along the right column and click on the link in the Releases section.

After that, click on bg3-modders-multitool.zip to download it. Extract the files to a new folder somewhere handy and run bg3-modders-multitool.exe.

In BG3 Modder's Multitool, click on Configuration and set the bg3.exe location to your Baldur's Gate 3 executable (E:\Program Files (x86)\Steam\steamapps\common\Baldurs Gate 3\bin or something along those lines). The Documents folder should auto-populate but you may want to double check it.

Now click in Search Index. It's going to start a process where it searches through the BG3 files. This can take a while the first time, but will be instant after that.

Once it's complete, you can now take the name of the scene and pop it into the new Index Search window that popped up.

In the results on the left, there will be a lot of files that list it, but I generally look for ones that say Assets\Dialogs\[PAK] and end in _merged.lsf and click on it. Then click Convert & Open.

This should open in Notepad or Notepad++. Now search this file for "SCL_Drider_Caravan_HalfOrcCaster" - keep in mind there can be MULTIPLE results. Note that the first instance you will get is SCL_Drider_Caravan_HalfOrcCaster_AtTower. This is the wrong scene.

You are now looking in the code a couple lines above that string for a value that is an ID type and has a value that's a lot of letters and numbers. This is the UUID.

So you have what you need to create this first parameter. Combine SCL_Drider_Caravan_HalfOrcCaster with the string of letters and numbers separated by an underscore. Like so:

SCL_Drider_Caravan_HalfOrcCaster_865adfae-1b72-1ed2-f961-d55abd4fb7b1

Plugging into the StartDialogCustom Command

Note that this copies straight in to this command in the first parameter:

Osi.QRY_StartDialogCustom_Fixed("SCL_Drider_Caravan_HalfOrcCaster_865adfae-1b72-1ed2-f961-d55abd4fb7b1", "S_GOB_DrowCommander_25721313-0c15-4935-8176-9f134385451b", Osi.DB_Avatars:Get(nil)[1][1], "S_Player_Gale_ad9af97d-75da-406a-ae13-7071c563f604", "S_Player_Astarion_c7c13742-bacd-460a-8f65-f864fe41f255" ,1,1,-1,1)

Now on first glance this looks pretty much like other times I've shown you this command, except note that there's FOUR actors. When a cutscene doesn't play at first (after double checking the UUID), this is very often the reason why. This is the minimum because the roles for the half-orc and Karniss need to be filled. First position is Kansif the Half-Orc, second is Tav, third is Brawler Vez, and fourth is Kar'niss.

Note: Kar'niss CAN be played by a non-Drider NPC - they will float angrily around carrying the lantern. It's hilarious. Try it. Here's when I tried it with my Tav:

Setting and Clearing Flags

Now. Depending on where and when you play this scene, the scene may or may not play or it will quit early. There could be a few reasons for that. The UUID could be wrong, the number of actors could be wrong, or a flag could be set that's not supposed to be set.

Let's have a look at the BG3 Dialog Reader file for this scene to see what flags are in use.

By default you should be able to see checkflags (blue) and setflags (orange). Look at the top of the page for a reminder of what the colors mean. The blue check flags are checking to see if the flag is set or not. If SCL_Drider_HasMet_CaravanFirstTime = False then you have met the drider caravan yet and this line will play. You will notice that after that is the orange SCL_Drider_HasMet_CaravanFirstTime setflag. That means the game will NOW set the flag as you have now met the Caravan for the first time. There may be occasions where you need to change the flags to get a cutscene to play. Here's the good news: There's handy commands for that!

print(GetFlag("flag",Osi.DB_Avatars:Get(nil)[1][1]))

Osi.ClearFlag("flag", Osi.DB_Avatars:Get(nil)[1][1])

Osi.SetFlag("flag",Osi.DB_Avatars:Get(nil)[1][1])

The bad news is you will have to find the UUID for each flag! So we gotta go back into BG3 Modders Multitool and search for the flag SCL_Drider_HasMet_CaravanFirstTime

Thankfully, you'll only get one result and the big string of letters and numbers is the UUID you need.

Now you combine them like you did with the cutscene name and UUID before, separated by an underscore: SCL_Drider_HasMet_CaravanFirstTime_39e94029-84f7-418d-ddce-8947bcbb7688

So let's say the cutscene isn't playing because you're on a save where that scene has already played. Clear the flag on your Tav: Osi.ClearFlag("SCL_Drider_HasMet_CaravanFirstTime_39e94029-84f7-418d-ddce-8947bcbb76", Osi.DB_Avatars:Get(nil)[1][1])

And I think we will leave it at that. I realize this was a LOT to cover. Go through this very slowly. It will take time to understand what is happening here.

And as always, if you have something you're trying to do and you're struggling with the directions, I can try to help! Please send me a DM, Ask, whatever else and I'll gladly help you with whatever you're trying to do.

Thanks for reading and sticking through this so far!

[fanfictionlibrary01]

Fanfics being stolen and uploaded on (audiobook) site "WordStream"

I wish there were no reason for an announcement like this right before Christmas… /sad /angry

What is happening?

Fanfics of people on AO3 (works from other sites could not be confirmed as of now) have been uploaded to the site https://word-stream.com.

What do we know?

The site has no legal notice - we can not see who runs or owns the site, who is behind this, etc.. All fanfics also have a ai-generated "book cover", which adds to the iffy vibes outside the fanfic stealing. Fanfics that were found there all match their originals on AO3 with title and author, mostly by tags, and by writing. The summary is often changed, but the works are definitely stolen. Example: Stolen WordStream Version That work on AO3

We checked more works and can confirm that this is not a single case but affects more works, but this is the only SFW work example we could find atm.

Assumptions after some research and digging we did:

To listen to the audiobook versions, you must create an account on that site, which leads to an info that this site has an app. Through that, the developer and potential person behind this could be someone named "Ofek Weitzman", who in term seems to be associated to a "Speechify Inc." (according to google results: Corporation Wiki Article, Speechify App Site, speechify.com).

Speechify does text to speech via an AI voice generator. It would fit the iffy ai cover vibes.

What we recommend to do:

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Apparently, a user called @cliffweitzman claims to own this site and to offer users to send an e-mail so this user can take your works down from the site. They answered in this post by @ekingston with this:

A comment to that from our side: This is no excuse. It should not need to be said and explained that theft of intellectual property is not acceptable. We request @cliffweitzman, if they truly run that site, to immediately take down all works that have been stolen - fanfic or potential others - and that were uploaded without the author's consent, as well as to take full responsibility for their unacceptable behaviour.

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The site is back up, and seems to have taken down fanfics. After searching for the ones we found having been stolen from AO3, we couldn't find any - but that could be coincidence. According to this reblog, the stolen fanfics could only be hidden from the site and if you don't have an account on WordStream. Things are still very unclear, a statement or acknowledgement of this theft of intellectual property by @cliffweitzman is still pending.

[i-heart-yellowstone]

Can I ask for a Spencer request where your helping the others on the ranch. You and Spencer both see yourself more than just friends. Eventually ending up dating.

We’ll Always Be A Team

Tag - [ @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @pear-1206 @child-of-of-the-sunshine

The Montana wind, a constant, restless beast, whipped through my hair as I wrestled with a stubborn section of barbed wire. The morning sun, still low on the horizon, painted the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch in hues of gold and amber, but the beauty did little to ease the ache in my shoulders. Ranch work was honest work, brutal work, and I loved it. Loved the feel of the earth under my boots, the camaraderie of the cowboys, even the endless, unforgiving demands of the land.

Today, the task was rebuilding a section of fence damaged by a recent stampede. The cattle were restless, the ground was uneven, and the wire seemed determined to tangle itself into an impossible knot. I cursed under my breath, tugging harder. “Having a bit of a tiff, are we?"

The voice, low and laced with amusement, sent a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the wind. I straightened, turning to face Spencer Dutton.

Spencer. Just the name alone felt like a brand on my skin. He was everything I wasn't: worldly, sophisticated, a veteran of the Great War with eyes that held a depth of experience that both fascinated and intimidated me. He’d returned to the ranch only a few months ago, a ghost of the boy he once was, haunted by the horrors he’d witnessed. But beneath the darkness, there was a spark, a magnetic pull that I couldn't deny.

He leaned against a fence post, his Stetson casting a shadow over his face, but I could still see the glint in his eyes. He wore a worn leather jacket and jeans, clothes that spoke of practicality, but even in simple attire, he carried himself with an undeniable air of grace.

"Just wrestling with a stubborn piece of wire," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, which was a lost cause. My cheeks were already burning.

He pushed himself off the post and walked towards me, his movements fluid and effortless. "Here, let me give you a hand." Before I could protest, he was beside me, his calloused hands deftly untangling the wire with a few practiced movements. The scent of leather and something distinctly him – a blend of sandalwood and smoke – filled my nostrils, making my heart pound in my chest. It was a scent that lingered in my memory long after he was gone.

"Thanks," I mumbled, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"My pleasure," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. He handed me the untangled wire. "You know, you don't have to do this all yourself. We're a team here."

"I know," I said, feeling foolish. "I just… I want to pull my weight. I don't want anyone to think I'm not capable."

He chuckled, a sound that sent another shiver down my spine. "I don't think anyone here questions your capabilities, Y/N. You've proven yourself more than capable. But even the strongest of us need help sometimes."

He was right, of course. Pride was a dangerous thing on a ranch like this. It could get you killed.

We worked in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds the clang of the hammer, the creak of the fence posts, and the distant lowing of cattle. With Spencer’s help, the work went faster, the wire less resistant. As we strung the final strand, our hands brushed. It was a fleeting contact, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me. I looked up, and our eyes met.

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away. All I saw was Spencer, his eyes searching mine, filled with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. I saw something else there too – a vulnerability, a loneliness that mirrored my own.

He broke the gaze first, turning away and picking up his hat. “Well,” he said, his voice slightly rougher than usual, “that should keep the herd in for now.”

He started to walk away, and a wave of disappointment washed over me. I wanted to say something, anything, to keep him here, but the words caught in my throat.

"Spencer," I blurted out, finally finding my voice.

He stopped and turned back to me, his expression unreadable. "Thank you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "For your help."

He nodded, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Anytime, Y/N. Anytime."

He turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, the Montana wind swirling around me, carrying the scent of leather and smoke. My heart hammered in my chest, a wild, untamed thing. I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my bones, that this was more than just a friendship.

The next few weeks were a dance of stolen glances and casual conversations. We’d find ourselves working alongside each other more often, sharing a lunch break under the shade of an ancient cottonwood tree, or riding together to check on the herd. We talked about everything and nothing: the weather, the cattle, the challenges of ranch life, the memories that haunted him from the war.

I learned about the man beneath the stoic exterior, the man who missed his family, who longed for peace, who was struggling to find his place in a world that had changed so much. He, in turn, learned about my dreams of making a life for myself in Montana, of proving that I belonged here, of finding a place where I could finally feel at home.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of branding calves, I found myself sitting on the porch with Spencer, watching the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery shades of orange and purple. The air was still and quiet, the only sound the crickets chirping in the fields. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I said, breaking the silence.

Spencer nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “It is. Reminds me of Africa, in a way. The vastness, the untamed beauty.”

“You miss it, don’t you?” I asked, knowing the answer.

He sighed. “Parts of it. The freedom, the adventure. But this…” He gestured to the ranch, to the endless expanse of land. “This is home. Or it should be.” There was a sadness in his voice that tugged at my heart.

“It can be,” I said, impulsively. “If you let it.”

He turned to me, his eyes searching mine. “And what about you, Y/N? What are you hoping to find here?”

I hesitated, suddenly feeling vulnerable. “I… I don’t know,” I admitted. “A place to belong, I guess. A purpose.”

He reached out and took my hand, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through me. “You already belong here, Y/N. You're one of us.”

His words, simple as they were, resonated deep within me. I felt a warmth spread through me, a sense of belonging that I had never experienced before.

We sat there for a long time, hand in hand, watching the darkness envelop the ranch. The silence was comfortable, filled with unspoken emotions.

Finally, Spencer spoke, his voice low and hesitant. “Y/N,” he said, “I… I’ve been wanting to say something for a while now. I…” He paused, searching for the right words. “I enjoy spending time with you. More than I thought possible. You make me feel… alive again.”

My heart skipped a beat. I had been hoping, dreaming, of hearing those words, but now that they were actually being spoken, I was almost afraid to believe them. “I feel the same way, Spencer,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “More than you know.”

He squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and trepidation. “Would you… would you consider going on a date with me? Maybe ride up to that little lake we saw last week and have a picnic?”

I smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that reached my eyes. “I would like that very much, Spencer.”

Our first date was everything I had hoped for and more. We rode up to the secluded lake, the Montana landscape unfolding around us in all its glory. We spread a blanket under the shade of a weeping willow, and we ate sandwiches and drank lemonade, laughing and talking as if we had known each other for a lifetime.

Spencer told me stories about his adventures in Africa, about the wildlife, the people, the challenges he had faced. I, in turn, told him about my life back east, about my family, about the reasons I had come to Montana.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the lake, Spencer took my hand and led me to the edge of the water. We stood there in silence, watching the sky transform into a canvas of brilliant colors.

He turned to me, his eyes filled with a warmth that made my heart melt. “Y/N,” he said, his voice soft, “I know I’m not the easiest person to be around. I’m carrying a lot of baggage. But I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”

I reached up and touched his face, my fingers tracing the lines etched around his eyes. “You already do, Spencer,” I said. “Just by being you.”

He leaned down and kissed me, a slow, tender kiss that spoke of longing and hope. It was a kiss that sealed our connection, a promise of something more.

Our relationship progressed slowly, carefully, like a fragile seedling pushing its way through the hard Montana soil. We spent more and more time together, exploring the ranch, sharing our dreams, supporting each other through the challenges that life inevitably threw our way.

There were moments of doubt, moments of fear, moments when the darkness of Spencer's past threatened to overwhelm him. But we faced them together, hand in hand, our love growing stronger with each passing day.

One afternoon, while we were repairing a fence line near the north pasture, Spencer stopped working and looked at me. “Y/N,” he said, “I want you to know that you’ve changed my life. You’ve brought light back into my world. I can’t imagine my life without you.” He pulled a small, tarnished silver ring from his pocket. "My mother's. I want you to have it."

He slid the ring onto my finger, the metal cold against my skin, but the warmth of his love radiating through me. “I love you, Spencer,” I said, my voice choked with emotion. “More than words can say.”

He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that lit up his entire face. “And I love you, Y/N. Forever.”

As I looked into his eyes, I knew that I had finally found my place. I had found my home. I had found my love, right here on the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch, with a man who had shown me that even in the darkest of times, there was always hope, always light, always love to be found. And together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that we had each other, and that was all that truly mattered. The Yellowstone wind still howled, but now, it carried a different song – a song of love, of belonging, of a future woven into the very fabric of this untamed land. And I knew, with unwavering certainty, that my story had just begun.

[babiebom]

Hello!! Soooo I was reading your headcannons about Shane going with his S/O to the mines and that got me thinking. How would the Bachelors (and maybe also the Bachelorettes) react to a Gn S/O who kicks a slime or other monster in the face which kills it instantly? The Bachelors/Bachelorettes are either shocked or impressed as the S/O explains they just are really good at kicking and could probably break open a rock if they wanted to.

A/N: brother i do not remember writing that but I probably did and forgot bc let’s face it I forget things pretty easily. The bachelorettes will be a separate post because I’m taking too long posting this. Also sorry this is late. Also also my writing has gotten slower because I have taken up making music and have currently a couple songs that I’m working on including one from my farmers pov about Sebastian so y’know with that and work a lot of things are going on lmao. Pt.2 I have a cold again because of work.

Tw: violence, cursing, mentions of death, killing slimes lmao, lmk if I should tag anything else

Bc/Wc: maybe 3 for each. Maybe more? At least 100 words me thinks for each.

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Sebastian

Literally just blinks and is like ….okay :|

It’s probably not surprising to him that you kicked a monster to death

Sticks to swinging a bat at them (I think he would have a bat or like a pipe or something) but thinks it’s cool that you have hand to hand…or monster to foot combat down.

Sebastian stares as you kick a duggy to death. It honestly was getting in the way of you digging for treasure and nipping at your ankles every time you weren’t paying attention. It only took one good kick for it to die and as you breathe out a puff of air in frustration, your boyfriend simply nods to himself and continues the search for anything you could donate to the museum.

“Are you gonna say anything?” You ask

He just shrugs in response, “no not really…”

In all honesty he figured you had to have a way to survive down here for hours. While kicking wasn’t the usual way, it did work and that’s all that really matters to him.

Sam

Probably did not realize at first and was like okay yeah cool it’s dead

Then realized and probably shouted VERY LOUDLY

Thinks it’s super cool because WHAT?

The stupid things take SO long to die. You kill them and they just come right back unless you blow it up…or give it a good kick to the face out of annoyance. Sam’s eyebrows raise for a second before he continues to break rocks, wanting to get this adventure over with.

Then comes the excited shouting. He’s holding you by your shoulders, shaking you and yelling words that don’t quite make it to your ears. “Sam, please!” You shout over him, the echoing sounds starting to hurt your head.

“I’m sorry,” he lets go of you but is still bouncing in place, “but that was so cool! I wanna kick things!”

Shane

Openly thinks it’s hot

Is very relieved because he never comes down into the mines and does at least want to know you’re safe

Steals your kicking strategy because it is quicker and more efficient

Do those things ever die? Can a skeleton die? How can a skeleton even be alive if not inside a per-okay they’re kicking it….and it’s dead. Wow.

Shane just stares in slight confusion as his mind races to catch up with the events that just unfolded in front of him. It was kinda fun taking out his feelings on monsters that were technically picking a fight first, but then thinking about the morality and the actual logic of it all distracted him until you actually kick a real life skeleton in the face causing it to finally permanently die. He says nothing to you, but does give you an amused smirk before adopting your strategy as his own. Kicking is way more fun than hitting rocks anyways.

Alex

Secretly thinks it’s hot

Would also try to kick things

Would want to do a playful contest to see how much stuff you two can damage honestly.

It thew Alex off when the rock he had hit with a pickaxe started moving. It threw him off even further when said rock pinched him with its apparent pincers that he didn’t even know it had. His brain completely left his skull when you kicked the thing to death with one good stomp because it had pinched him.

It didn’t even hurt that much because he wasn’t paying any attention to his wound and instead staring at you with what could only be described as adoration. Alex clears his throat and grind at you, “how ‘bout a kicking contest? Winner gets a prize”.

“What prize?” You ask, confused about his reaction. You thought he would be in a little pain at least.

“Whatever the winner decides I guess…” you shake his outstretched hand. This was going to go well for you. Now all there is left to do is think about what you want as your prize.

Harvey

Would be absolutely floored.

Like THIS IS NOT SAFE BUT OH MY GOD IMPRESSIVE

He is never coming into the mines again but at least his anxiety has gone down just a little bit (well went up then down so technically it is lower than previously).

The little thing on the ground wasn’t terrifying in the slightest, but your ferocity in destroying it made Harvey think that it was more serious than he understood it to be. Don’t get him wrong, all of the things in this mine could kill someone easily, but the monster that looked like a big ass worm didn’t really seem like a big deal compared to everything else you two had come across.

His mouth hung open as he stared at you as you glared at the stained spot where the worm thing used to be. “It would’ve turned into a monster that could fly.” You offer as soon as you turn to look at him. He nods and makes a mental note to get you muscle relaxers or something because your legs definitely have to be sore after this.

Elliott

Is MORTIFIED

like he was not expecting you to do that at ALL

The mines aren’t his favorite place and he’s glad you can defend yourself but it’s also TERRIFYING.

Probably will insert this into one of his novels where you’re already a character because it’s hot.

The bouncing little jelly things were more dangerous than Elliott had expected. Sure, he knew to some degree that you being tough was a fact because you were in these mines damn near every day for hours at a time. Whenever you came back home after a trip to the mines, covered in bruises and cuts after midnight, he always felt thankful that you had made it back home alive. But this was more than he expected. If something that looked this harmless could make him feel heavy and tired enough to wanna just lay down and die, how strong were the other monsters that lived in these mines?

Snapping out of his distracted thoughts, he watches as everything happens too quickly in front of him, rendering him unable to help because you got everything under control before he could even think to help. In one second you’re hissing in pain after a slime that you both had missed crashed into you, then the next your foot lifts up and then kicks the slime across the room. The thing splatters into goo on the wall as you check yourself for any serious injuries. Elliott calls out to you in shock, rushing over to also look over you because he wouldn’t be fully calm without checking you himself.

As you two stand in the now empty room, checking each other for any injuries that might make you leave early, Elliott can’t help but think that a sexy strong love interest in his novels is just what he needs to make his work skyrocket in popularity.

[sludge-saturday]

hey!! how are you doing? ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა i just read your Connor x autistic!reader post and it was good!! And the way you describe Connor is so accurate too. So I was wondering if it’s okay to request some headcanons for Connor and fem!reader with anxiety disorder?

connor rk800 ☆ anxious!reader headcanons

pairing: connor rk800 x fem!anxious!reader

summary: headcanons and a small one-shot of connor with a partner who is chronically anxious!

tags: anxiety, fluff, connor loves u sm :(

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i got sooooo carried away with this one, i also am a very anxious person so this really resonated with me. i know you asked for hcs but i hope you like the interaction i included in the second half of the work! i felt it did more justice to what i wanted to get across than headcanons would have achieved. regardless please enjoy and thank you SO much for requesting! feel free to shoot me another any time :D

☆ Connor, being the analyzer and astute observer that he is, picked up fairly quickly on your anxious tendencies. He saw the misplaced look on your face when you zoned out into moments of overthinking, the trembling breaths you would take while out with him as you navigated through massive crowds, and the way you would constantly apologize for everything (even if you had done nothing wrong). He came to a quiet understanding of what would trigger your nervousness and vowed to himself to never put you into situations that made you uncomfortable if he could help it.

☆ He would initially spend a good portion of his free time away from you studying up on everything there is to know about your specific needs. He would be up at night while you were sleeping and read countless research articles and journals from accredited sources to better understand how to help you. He wasn’t going to treat you, obviously, but he wanted to explore every inch of his database to help make your days just a more manageable, even just a little! No stone left unturned, as they say.

☆ One facet of this that he makes sure to pay extra special attention to is the issue of infantilizing people with disabilities. He’d pull up a few resources about how this pertains to anxiety disorders specifically and commit to memory exactly what he shouldn’t do or say. Not that he had any intention to in the first place, he just has never been in such close relation to someone this anxious before and doesn’t want to make any inaccurate assumptions! Who knows, this information could also come in handy when he’s out in the field with the DPD. It’s a win-win, really. 

☆ Of course, he’s never going to know what it’s truly like to experience something like this, so he is going to turn to you for information as well. The only problem is that he is never sure when the right moment should be. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you with the spotlight of airing out every single thing that bothers you and what he can do to help which could potentially make things worse. So, one night, he predicts his chances of success and asks you a question while you’re cradled in his arms. The bet has been placed and he supposes there’s no use going back now. “Do you think…” He swallows, taking a moment to ensure that his wording is right. “Do you think there is anything I can do to help you feel less… uneasy about things?”

☆ You turn your face to look at him and he has trouble recognizing the expression on your face. His thirium pump beats just a little bit faster, afraid that he has upset you. And in this moment, for a split second, he feels just a sliver of how it must feel for humans who experience this as their baseline anxiety levels. He makes a note of this for later. You blink at him, eyes searching for a potential hidden meaning behind his inquiry. A small voice pesters in the back of your mind: What if he has other motives? What if he plans to use this against you? You can’t know for sure. “What do you mean?” The question is honest and you are preparing for any and all possible outcomes, as utterly exhausting as it sounds. 

☆ Connor lays his head back on the pillow. “I have noticed that your adrenaline and cortisol levels are elevated in certain situations, much higher than necessary. Your body shakes, your breathing is shallow, and you are very easy to startle at times.” He reaches up and places a hand on top of your head, stroking with his thumb. “It saddens me to see you in ‘fight or flight’ as often as you are, and I was wondering if there was a way for me to help you work through those instances. Even a little bit.” Ever since Connor became deviant, he has grappled heavily with developing human-like emotions and deciphering their underlying meanings. Every time he feels like a disservice when you become anxious, a pang of guilt reverberates through his chest knowing that he is ill-equipped for the situation. And he’s discovered that the root of this feeling is love. He loves you. He loves you and he wants to see you smiling, to see you relaxed and feeling safe. 

☆ You wish you had all of the answers. You wish you could give him an itemized list of everything that helps you feel less anxious, down to the smallest detail. But you don’t. It is incredibly difficult to pinpoint what exactly it is that helps you come back to earth and the truth of the matter is that most of the time nothing seems to truly work. Your mind is a raging ocean and you are floundering in the middle of it, lost and unsure. You don’t know what to say to him. Would you be disappointing him by saying you didn’t know? What if he gets upset at not having the answers he seeks? And so, you take a chance. You turn to look up at him from your place in his arms, eyes already glossing with the fear of the unknown. “I don’t know.” You brace yourself for his reaction. 

☆ Connor looks down at you for a beat, silent. His LED flickers as he processes your confession. “That’s okay.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head as his eyes flutter shut. “I’ve learned countless new notions about the human experience, one of them being not knowing everything. It’s been hard for me to come to terms with, too.” Sure, he may be a living computer with the capabilities to answer any question thrown at him, but there are plenty of human-like experiences that are completely foreign to him. How can he comfort a freshly-widowed mother out in the field, grieving the loss of her wife? How does he know what jokes he should laugh at in social gatherings? What can he do to help the one human who makes all of these frightening new feelings bearable?

☆ “But I want you to know that you don’t have to face this alone. I will always be here for you, no matter what. We can work through this together. We can figure out new strategies to help you cope. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to ensure that you feel secure and grounded wherever you are. Even when I can’t be there.” Connor bristles at the thought of being separated from you but he knows it is necessary sometimes. Maybe he has his own anxieties he needs to work through. “Regardless of where your life journey takes you, I will stand by your side through it all. I promise you.” It isn’t easy for Connor to be vulnerable like this. He is used to keeping anything that didn’t contribute to accomplishing his mission to himself. But since his relationship with you began, he has been introduced to this new side of him that wants to share. He wants to bring down his walls around you. 

☆ Listening to Connor pour his heart out to you could have made you weep on the spot. But it didn’t. He related to you, he tried to put himself in your shoes and make you feel seen. And in this moment, you don’t feel your heart racing. You don’t find a struggle in taking a deep breath. You feel your ribcage expand and relax without trembling. It’s peaceful. It’s good. You realize that maybe, just maybe, Connor understands what you’re going through because he experiences it too. This arduous battle with your mind does not have to be carried by the strength of a single person. There can be room for two.

[tideswept]

SO... I moved. But not away from creepy roommate, unfortunately. Same creepy roommate, new extremely isolated location. That's why I vanished, my apologies. I effectively had only a few hours warning to pack right before New Year's, and then I didn't have internet except for my phone until last night, and even my phone doesn't get great reception out here. A lot of the time there's no signal, which tells you a bit about the magnitude of said isolation. There's not even a bus route.

And... well. My mental health took a crash dive. Boo. Boo. Unnecessary, self. Get outta here with that.

But um, I'm back! And I just have to keep a chin up and continue searching for a new place to live.

As you might have seen, I finally updated the devil is a gentleman, and I did some line editing on a couple of fics, one to get it ready for a podfic so stay tuned for that <3 and the other is feel it on the back of my tongue because I figured I should finally tackle the sequel to that.

I'm a little--I can't quite work up the mental energy to make my usual monthly donation post yet (I will; I will) but I'll just plug my ko-fi for now, and say thank you, sincerely.

and god, please, I hope everyone in California is okay. Be safe, please.

OH. And if I've missed out on anything you think I should know about, please let me know ♥ I see I was tagged on a couple of memes, so thank you! I'll get to those.

obligatory cat tax because yes they're still safe and with me

[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 15

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

Daniel Ricardo x Norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

warnings: the internet is horrible, slut shaming

not proofread

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“Us?” Max sat up a little straighter “Okay..sure” You looked at him with concern “I don’t know how long I can keep doing this..It’s just so.. I don’t know how to describe it. And kelly told me to talk to you about it and..” You sigh.

Max’s jaw clenched, eyes searching your for anything, anything that proves he’s hearing it wrong.

“You’re not..breaking up with me, are you?” He asked quietly, vulnerable and for the first time in a long time, you see tears welling up in his eyes that he chockes down as well as he can.

“What? No!” You turn to him and take his face in your hands “Why would you think that? I’m talking about Daniel and the risk of someone else outing us. We’re not the most popular people, but we’re still known..”

“Oh..yeah of course” You tilt your head “Why would you think I would…That’s ridiculous” You say quietly. Max nods “I know, it just sounded so serious and..I don’t want to loose you” Liar.

He really didn’t want to loose you, but he also knew everything was perfectly fine between you…right?

“I just want to think forward and see if we should come out with our relationship before anyone else does” Max nods “Maybe we should”

“It’s not like people aren’t on us. I’ve seen two or three comments, suspecting we’re soft launching each other, which is true but.. they don’t know that” You chuckle and max smiles.

“Alright. Let’s do it, hmm?” He smiles “You mean now? A hard launch?” He shrugs “Why not? It’s not like anything will change if we wait”

You nod and hesitantly pull out your phone. Max looks through your camera roll with you and you select a few pictures.

“Alright, there is no going back if we do this now” You look at your phone and then at Max. He smiles gently and pulls you in for a kiss “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “No I do, it’s just gonna be a lot. I already know what people are gonna say.”

“Are they in our relationship? Are they sitting next to us?” “No” “That’s how much they matter” He brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

You quickly pressed the post button and put your phone on silent. You passed it onto the couch table “How about we finish dinner and then look?” Max asks, still brushing his fingers through your hair.

“Yes, that sounds amazing”

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yn

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yn Alexa, play ‘ordinary’ by alex warren 💜

*tagged maxfewtrell*

logansargent WHAT

alexandrasaintmleux cuties ❤️

user ah, first daniel now max, who’s next?

user famous brother isn’t enough? What a slut

kellypiquet fav couple 💜

user Omg I knew itttt

user perfect enemies to lovers 🥹

user they compliment each other so well 👏

franciscagomez you no longer have to 3rd any of our dates, DOUBLE DATES YESS

user hm, and lando is neither in the likes nor comments..

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landonorris

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lando keeping it real 🙂‍↕️😉

user ohhh he shooting

user what kind of circus is this?

danielriccardo 🤪🤪

mclaren reunited 🤩

user no sight of yn or max, something is definitely wrong

user good for you two! You don’t need backstabbing siblings and friends 👏👏

user she’s such a bitch, ruining everyone’s friendship

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f1gossip

f1gossip It’s about to get interesting! Earlier in the day, Yn norris and Max Fewtrell officially announced that they are a couple. There was no support shown from her brother. The couple unfollowed the mclaren driver after he posted Pictures with Ex-teammate and rumoured (ex) boyfriend Daniel Riccardo of Yn from last year! Did the norris duo split due to the new couple? Did Yn actually cheat on Daniel with Max?

user this is crazy

user always knew she was just in for the fame

user does she even work? Lando was probably paying for everything.

user she actually graduated top in her class at university and took a break before wanting to go into her field

user Fewtrell is such a backstabber. His best friends sister? Lame.

user am I the only one who thinks they’re cute?

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“This is ridiculous! They all side with him” Alexandra put her hands on her hips and threw her phone on the table. You don’t say anything, staring at the table. After you and Max finished eating, Alexandra and Charles came over, wanting to check on you after neither of you answered their phones.

“Have you spoken to your mom?” Charles asked “No” You say quietly “Maybe you should at least do that? I’m sure she already tried contacting you” Max says gently.

You turn your head to look at the couch table, where your phone was still laying from earlier. You sigh and get up, seeing if your mom had texted, which she did.

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You and Max did exactly what your mom said. Lay low and don’t let it get to you. It was the only right thing you’d have to do.

“I was thinking..maybe opening a new account” You say quietly as you draw patterns on Max’s chest “For instagram?” You nod “But like just friends. I still wanna share my life with my friends but not have everyone watch us” He smiles and kissed your cheek “Sure, that sounds nice”

You lay your head down as his fingers draw comforting circles onto your back “Didn’t you have a stream planned for today?” “Cancelled it. I’m not reading the bullshit they’re writing about you.”

You look at him from your laying view “Thank you” He looks at you “For what?” “For being here, not leaving me..” His eyes softened “We went against our own feelings, to not hurt his feelings, now he won’t even hear what you have to say about your feelings. I’ll forever be by your side”

You tear up a bit and smile, lifting your head up “I love you” It slips out before you can stop it. Colour drains from your face “Oh uhm- I mean-“ Max pulls you in for a gentle kiss.

As he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours “I love you too”

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quadrant We are sad to announce that Max and Yn are leaving the Quadrant Family. We only wish the best for these two and they’ll always be a part of us 💛

user the hard launch, The landan pics, the unfollowing, max’s story and now this? Oh something definitely went down

riabish :(((

user rightfully so. They don’t deserve it.

user fucking fame addicted assholes

user nooooo

user imagine we would’ve gotten a couples shoot. It would’ve been iconic

user to fuck your best friends sister is nothing to be proud of

user she ruined a life long friendship just to get dicked down. Slut honestly

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a bit short I think..? But oh well, Max has no one told you that not being honest is gonna make things worse when you’re partner is unaware 👀

I feel like this is fast paced.. Is is fast paced or is it just me?

[spockandawe]

Oh my god, y'all. Forgive me if I'm being redundant, but I think i may have forgotten to post one of my BIG projects?? I just tried to look for this in my archives, and it should have gone up around March 17, but I... can't find it, it's not in my mdzs tag, it doesnt show up when i search yapp, and I was, uh. Arguably very distracted because I made this as emergency distraction material right before a big family funeral! SO, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO. My first take on single volume Mo Dao Zu Shi

One main goal: rigid yapp edges. Some people may quibble about whether that's the right name if they're rigid, but shhhh shh shh, bookbinding already has reached a critical volume of unsearchable key terms, like 'square' and 'shoulder,' I deserve this one, and not the unbearably generic term that slides right off my brain. And resources on how to do any edge overhangs are... thin on the ground, so hell yeah, let's smash em together.

Like one person online, a Finnish poet bookbinder or something, had an example of crisp rigid edges like these, but no clues on the how-to other than that 'yapp' term. I was only a baby bookbinder. I'm not even sure I was backing books yet when I saw it. But i REMEMBERED. And after figuring out boxes a little bit, i felt confident enough to go for it! I used guidance from one of my box making books for how to cover the edges nicely, and heyyyy, it worked!

Now.... mistakes were made. I was looking for trimming alternatives for chunky books that weren't chisels or sanding. Trying to fit different halves of my book into the guillotine then sand the sin out of it was... not the answer. Faux suede was also a mistake. I love it to bits, but it is possibly the LEAST forgiving material in the world for glue squishing onto the nice side of your material, and I sure picked some complex surfaces to cover with it. And also, the yapp edges are a little large. A little intrusive! I wanted them to be proportional with the thickness, and neglected proportional with my hands XD

It's no biggie, this whole thing was something I chose as a learning project, and man, I learned a LOT. I do love it a lot too! The faux suede feels great, the endpapers are great, and red foil on maroon fabric worked out super cool. I'm not going to repeat myself, which is why new mdzs is partially re-typeset, the binding will be different, and my next yapp edge project will be something new. But I'm so fond of this silly thing! Especially the surprise skeleton hands on the back, ahahahaha