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[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (10) | OP81

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

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

a/n the calm before the storm?

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[theharddeck]

california coast in your green eyes || chapter 1/5

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Julie Floyd (OC)

Synopsis: Bob's older sister gets the news that his plane went down during a training drill, and shows up at the hospital at the same time as an arrogant pilot.

Warnings: is this the first fic I've posted without warnings? I guess swearing?

Length: 3.7k

A/N: crossposting from ao3, so if reading on there is easier, here ya go!

“Name, please?”

The MA inside the booth at the base access point didn’t look up as Julie held her ID out the window of the car. 

“Julie Floyd,” she said, proud of the steady way her voice carried, betraying none of the anxiety tightening her throat. 

“Julie Floyd,” the MA intoned, starting to type into the database. He made it through half of her name with his index fingers when his words registered.

“No, sorry,” Julie shook her head. “It’ll be in there as Julia, with an “a”, Julia Floyd.”

The MA sighed, backing up over the letters at a pace that it would be flattering to call glacial. 

Julie made herself let go of the steering wheel, counting her breathing as the search ran. 

Inhale - two - three - four, exhale - two - three - four. 

She flexed her fingers in her lap; she’d been clutching the steering wheel since she’d left her shift at Rady Children’s Hospital, after getting the call she’d been fearing since Robbie enlisted.

Robbie’s going to be fine - two - three - four, will this database fucking hurry up - two - three - four.

The computer gave a self-satisfied chirp as her picture popped up on the screen inside the booth, and Julie sat up sharply.

“There it is,” she said, hands back on the steering wheel, impatient, “matches my ID and everything.”

“Sure does,” the MA drawled. He clicked around on her profile, looked down at her ID, and didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry, despite the way Julie’s foot hovered dangerously close to the accelerator. “And who are you here to see?”

“My brother,” Julie said. “Lieutenant Robert Floyd.”

The MA nodded, his mouse hovering over the note on whatever profile of hers he was viewing, that confirmed as much.

“Hmm,” he hummed.

Julie thought she might crack a tooth. “What is it?” she asked, voice as patient as she could manage. 

The MA shook his head. “Sorry, but I don’t see you on the list for visitation today for your brother—”

“My kid brother,” Julie said, knowing interrupting was high on the list of Things Not To Do To The Man Who Gets To Decide If You’re Allowed On Base Or Not , but past caring, “whose airplane swallowed a pelican and crashed somewhere between here and Nevada, and who’s being monitored in the infirmary right there.”

She didn’t look away from the man as she pointed to the nondescript white rooftop behind a couple of other buildings inside of the base.

The MA followed her hand, then looked back at her, appraising. 

Julie knew what he saw—someone way too tall for both the Camry she drove and the purple scrubs she wore, curly hair pulling out of a hurried French braid, brown eyes just crazed enough to indicate that she knew how thin of ice she was treading on, but was going to keep on treading whether it held her or not.

He opened the gate.

Julie smiled a tight-lipped thanks, taking back her ID and a parking badge before rolling up her window and pushing the Camry up to the 25mph speed limit as quick as she could. 

Robbie’s going to be fine - two - three - four, please park the car without totalling it so you can go in and see for yourself - two - three - four. 

It was late afternoon, getting closer to evening, and parking was hard to come by, as folks had already settled into the evening. When Julie found a spot, she hoped the parking slip she left on the dashboard was a strong enough argument against the 15-minute Parking Only sign in front of it, and jogged towards the infirmary.

The nurses here know what they’re doing - two - three - four, having a panic attack in public will help no one - two - three - four. 

Julie blew out that last breath for a little longer, then pasted a smile on her face as she pushed open the doors of the infirmary. The nurse at the desk was a civilian, and gave her the room number with an empathetic expression, along with a warning that they were still running diagnostics, and she might not be able to go in yet.

Julie followed the winding hallways, feeling her heartbeat pounding in her sneakers. They squeaked on the linoleum and when she got to the holding room, the door was closed. Julie glared at it for a moment, and then folded herself into one of the chairs in the hallway, pressing her shaking hands together. 

He’s fine - two - three - four, he has to be fine - two - three - four. 

She pushed out of the chair, absolutely unable to sit still. She paced the floor in front of the room, her steps silencing as she focused on rolling her sneakers against the wax, learning the pattern. There were fourteen linoleum rectangles between the door to Robbie’s room and the next one, and Julie crossed them quickly, turning sharply at the end of her pace, and sweeping down to the door on the other side.

Agnostically, intellectually, she knew that the lack of activity was good. 

As an OR nurse herself, Julie knew that if something were dangerously wrong, there’d be a rush of personnel swarming in and out of the room. But the hallway was quiet, and the room behind it was quiet, and it was all quiet, which was good, except quiet meant the only thing Julie could hear was her thoughts, which were loud to start with—

“Not exactly the most reassuring sight.”

Julie stopped short, her sneakers squeaking as she turned to find a man halfway out of flight coveralls stalking down the hallway. He was tall, maybe even taller than her, and the echo of his boots matched the slight Texan accent she thought she’d heard on his voice. 

“Pardon?” Julie managed, not making sense of his words. 

“A man hears his team go down on the radio, comes to check in on ‘em, and finds the nurse on the verge of a panic attack in the hallway,” the man said. He shook his head, as he got closer, the calmness in his tone belying the tense set of his shoulders. “Doesn’t exactly instill confidence, does it?”

Julie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. 

“These aren’t regulation—” Julie started, then cut off when the man’s eyes flitted down to run over her not-Navy-issued scrubs; she crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t work here.”

He processed that information well, in that he seemed to not process it at all, continuing on his path. He stopped in front of Robbie’s door, looking like he might knock, and Julie moved with years of nursing instinct, putting herself in front of the door to stop him from disturbing.

“Doctors are still finishing their assessment,” she said, tone professional, before the consequences of her movement registered.

It was a thin hallway to start with, and in wedging herself between this stranger and the door, she’d left barely any room at all between them. They were nearly eye level, and this close, Julie noticed his were green, stark against the tanned skin of his face. She also noticed there were some smudges on the white of his undershirt, and a thin veil of sweat coasted across his neck, as if he really had rushed here from wherever he’d been when he heard the radio call. His shoulders went back slightly, and when she looked back up at him, he seemed both disproportionately pleased and unsurprised to have caught her looking. 

The man raised an eyebrow, making no move to step back. “Thought you didn’t work here,” he said.

His voice sounded different this close. 

Not deeper, but like she could hear the way amusement colored it richer. Julie resisted the urge to clear her throat, and tipped her head to the side, looking pointedly at his still-raised hand. 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know the breaks,” she said, pleased with how unaffected her voice sounded. 

“And the breaks say I can’t check in on my friends?”

Julie’s eyes narrowed for a moment; she knew next to nothing about this man, but she doubted he was the type to befriend someone as shy as Robbie. And just a moment ago, he’d called them his team…

Ah, he’s here for the pilot, then.

Robbie hadn’t told Julie much about the pilot he flew with, but Julie knew she was damn good, and if the woman was half as pretty as her Instagram, it made sense that the cowboy was here for her. 

Mystery solved, Julie lifted her chin. “The breaks say you don’t barge into a patient’s room while people who know what they’re doing are in there.”

He watched her for a moment longer, then shrugged, stepping back. Julie would’ve gloated, but she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening behind her. The doctor stepped into the hallway, shutting the door behind him, and looking between Julie and the pilot.  

“Oh, visitors,” the doctor said, bereft of enthusiasm. “Not much to see—we’re holding them overnight for observation, but they should be just fine. Nothing broken, no concussions, just fading adrenaline and routine soreness/bruising that come with landings like that one. A nurse is wrapping up their vitals, but when he’s done, you’re welcome to visit briefly. Do try to let them get some rest.”

The doctor nodded, then stepped between the two of them before continuing down the hallway. Julie stared after him, relief crashing over her as his words sank in. 

Nothing broken, no concussions, just fine.  

Robbie was going to be okay.

It’s what the infirmary had told her, when they dialed his emergency contact number and found an overbearing older sister on the other end of the line, but to have it confirmed, to have it verified by a doctor who’d just come from the room—

“Didn’t think I’d miss it, but maybe you should try that panic breathing again.”

Julie glared at the pilot, hating that he was right—she did need to breathe. She pulled in a breath, promptly choked on it, and held up a hand in his direction to warn him to not say a word, rather than assure him she was okay as she coughed.

Not that he even cared.

Not that she cared that he didn’t care. 

Inhale - two - three - four, please don’t further embarrass yourself in front of the arrogant pilot - two - three - four.

The world felt like it was tipping back onto its globe stand and when Julie opened her eyes, she figured she must be still oxygen-deprived, because there was no way the pilot was looking at her with concern. 

The door creaked open, emitting a lanky nurse. 

“He fell asleep, but if you want to go in, you can,” he told them, leaving the door open as he continued down the hall. When Julie looked back to the pilot, his expression was changed, replaced by nonchalant ambivalence.

“You gonna pass out on me,” he asked, “or can I go see my team?”

Julie straightened, running a hand over her hair, wishing absently that she’d used her waiting time to re-braid it. Robbie thought she was stressed out enough, without her showing up looking like she’d stuck her fingers in an electrical socket. Her eyes flicked out to the shoulder of the man’s flight suit, finding the insignia there before she answered. 

“Your concern is touching, Lieutenant,” she said wryly, and she turned to step into the room before he could. The room was dark, the curtains drawn and most of the light was coming from the hallway, now blocked by the pilot as he followed her in. 

As the nurse had said, Robbie was asleep. 

His face was sideways on a stack of hospital-standard pillows, and Julie felt her heart settle seeing him there. He had a couple of scratches across his face, nothing too deep, and he seemed mostly unharmed, as the doctors had promised.

Julie crossed the room to pick up the clipboard at the edge of the cot, reading through the listings the nurse had left.

He seemed okay. He was going to be okay. 

Julie flipped to another page, pressing a hand over her still pounding heart. 

“Phoenix.”

“Hangman.”

Julie looked up at the hushed exchange. The woman in the bed parallel to Robbie’s was beautiful, even with exhaustion under her eyes and a couple matching scrapes, and she lifted her chin as the man from the hallway stood at the foot of her bed.

“Coyote with you?” she asked.

“Nah,” the lieutenant looked down, and if Julie didn’t know better, she’d say he looked sheepish. There seemed to be a fair share of history between the two of them, not all of it amicable, and Julie wasn’t sure what it meant.

The woman hummed, processing that. “Rooster doing okay? Must’ve been rough over the radio.”

The lieutenant laughed, a short sharp sound, rubbing his jaw with one of his hands. “Y’all are the ones who went down, Phoenix; don’t worry about Rooster.”

“So what does it say, is he okay?”

Julie realized the question was directed at her when both of them turned to her. The woman’s dark eyes were intense and Julie nodded, setting the clipboard down as quietly as she could. 

“He’s good,” she told her, mirroring their hushed tones to keep their conversation quiet and Robbie sleeping. “Want me to check yours?”

She shrugged, and Julie crossed the room to the other bed, picking the clipboard. 

Natasha Trace was the name at the top of the sheet, so Julie assumed Phoenix was her callsign.

Her stats looked comparable to Robbie’s, her blood pressure sitting a little higher, which tracked. Julie scanned down the rest of the page, and she felt her neck prickle as she continued to read. When she looked up, she saw the lieutenant hadn’t moved from his position at the foot of Natasha’s bed, and was watching her intently from just over her shoulder. She could feel how close he was standing, and his gaze was just as intense as Natasha's had been, but it felt different. 

“Do you mind, Houston,” Julie mumbled, flipping to the next page and refusing to look at him. 

“Dallas,” he said, and she could hear the smirk on his voice, “but I won’t hold it against you.”

Julie’s eyebrows lifted, scanning the chart. “God forbid someone thinks you’re new money, right?”

Natasha snorted and they both looked up at her. 

“I was worried for a second,” she shrugged, “thought you came in with him.”

“I’m just here for Robbie,” Julie said, setting down the clipboard. “And your chart says the same as his: overnight monitoring is just protocol, and you’ll be good to go the moment they release you.”

Natasha nodded. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Julie walked back over to Robbie’s bed, trying to stop herself from fussing with the pillows under his head. 

There was a small table by the headboard, and Robbie’s wire glasses were folded on top of them. The lenses were smudged, and Julie picked them up, cleaning them with the hem of the top of her scrubs. The room was quiet for a moment, just a moment, before the pilot cleared his throat again.

“ Robbie , huh?” he asked, curiosity in his voice.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t any of his business how she was related to her brother, especially since he couldn’t decide if they were teammates or friends, and Natasha’s reaction seemed less friendly than either.

“Yep,” she said, noncommittally, switching to the other lens.

“You know,” he continued, doggedly, “the guys and I were trying to figure out what Bob stands for and—”

Julie wished she were holding something a little less precious than Robbie’s glasses, so she could have chucked it at the man, or at least slammed it down on the table.

“He’s named after his father and his grandfather, asshole, and I know this kind of thing is routine for pilots like you, but if you could give me thirty seconds of silence to process that my baby brother is actually doing alright after crashing into the side of a mountain, that would be great.”

Their voices had been hushed since they came into the room, but the beeping of machines around them seemed extra loud in the silence following Julie’s outburst. The light was still behind the pilot so Julie couldn’t see his expression, but he held up his hands in a placating gesture.

“You’re Jules?” Natasha asked quietly.

“Julia,” she corrected, her chest feeling tight at the nickname her family used for her, surprised to hear it from Natasha. “Um, Julie’s fine.”

Natasha had a strange expression on her face. 

“He said you’d be freaked,” she said, almost smiling. “Asked the nurse if he could change the emergency contact so it would go to your folks and you wouldn’t panic and come over here.”

Julie shook her head, looking down at her brother. “Lucky for him that they didn’t; I would’ve been even more pissed if I’d heard it from them.”

Natasha shifted on her bed, then looked back to the lieutenant. “Hangman, want to get me a Snickers or something?”

The man blinked. “What?”

“Skittles are fine, too, or a Reese’s. Vending machine’s at the end of the hall.”

Julie looked at the lieutenant, waiting to see if Natasha’s play would work.

He rolled his shoulders, crossing his arms. “I know what you’re doing, but I’m letting it happen,” he told Natasha.

Julie felt his eyes on her, but she looked down at the glasses, and after a moment’s hesitation he left the room. Natasha sighed, a sound that wasn’t really meant to be heard, and she pushed herself up slightly in the bed.   

“The button’s by your left wrist,” Julie told her, getting the firm impression that Natasha accepted help even less than she asked for it.

Natasha grunted, then rolled her eyes, forgoing adjusting the bed to push herself up to sitting. She was a couple inches shorter than Julie, and even in her hospital gown, she had an air of intensity about her that was intimidating. Julie left the glasses back on the table and leaned against Robbie’s bed to face the pilot. 

“So what did you want to say to me?” she asked Natasha. 

The other woman looked over at her, then past her to the bed, her expression softening when her gaze landed on Robbie.

“I’ve got two brothers,” Natasha said. “Twins. They’re twelve now, you know, not like we grew up together. Not like…”

She trailed off, and Julie knew where the comparison was going. She wasn’t interested in placing blame any more than she was in getting an apology, plus she figured whatever she wished hadn’t happened, Natasha wished it harder.

“He called me when they pulled him to TOPGUN,” Julie said quietly. “I don’t know any more than I’m supposed to, obviously, with everything about this mission be classified, but I know he’s real proud to fly with you.”

Natasha cleared her throat. “Me too. He’s sharp and he’s sweet, which is more than I can say about most of my peers.”

Julie smiled, and she imagined both of them were envisioning a Texan lieutenant. 

Natasha smiled too, a tentative thing, then she sobered. “I don’t carry being his pilot lightly. That…that’s all I wanted to say to you.”

Julie looked at her, and their gazes held. In Natasha’s eyes, Julie saw her hunger and her determination, but underneath it, that duty she felt. To her brother, to the team, and Julie knew that was better than she could hope for.

“Thank you,” she said.

Natasha nodded. 

She lowered herself back to her elbows, then all the way back to the bed, wincing as she adjusted.  

“Hangman’ll be back in a minute,” Natasha said to the ceiling. “I’d apologize for him, but he’s always like that. He’s damn good, and walks around like he knows it.”

Julie figured as much. 

“Saving this one,” she tipped her head back to indicate to her brother, “most pilots seem to have that in common.”

Natasha grinned, not offended in the slightest that she hadn’t been excluded from that generalization. 

“Unfortunately for all of us, Hangman’s actually right; he is the best. Unless Rooster can get out of his own head…” She cut herself off, shaking her head. “You don’t need to know this. Anyways, if you want to take a lap, I’m sure Hangman will be gone when you’re back, and you can wait on Bob to wake up.” 

Julie could appreciate a bit of strategy. 

She stood, looking down at her brother’s sleeping form. She brushed some of his hair off his forehead, a motion pulled from memory. 

“I left my car in 15-minute parking,” she told Natasha, “let me find it a permanent spot. You need anything while I’m up?”

Natasha waved a hand airily, her eyes already closed. “I’m good; I have a vending machine candy on the way.”

Julie nodded, her hand falling to her side as she walked away from the bed. 

Outside in the hallway, she paused for a moment, her back pressed against the wall of the room she’d just walked out of. Her eyes closed briefly, and Julie dropped the vestiges of composure she’d held in the room. He was okay, and he was going to continue to be fine. Meeting Natasha had only confirmed that. 

Julie blew out a slow breath, opening her eyes, and stepped away from the wall. She started down the hall and then remembered the direction she’d come from, and switched, heading back to the parking structure. As she approached a corner, she heard boots echoing on the linoleum, and checked the bubble mirror hanging above the blind corner to confirm who was walking towards her.

“Lieutenant,” she said calmly, stepping aside and not breaking her stride as she rounded the corner.

“Julia,” he said, equally nonplussed.

Julie turned sharply, stopping before the corner obscured him. 

“No one calls me Julia,” she called to his retreating back. “It’s Julie, to you.” 

He turned around, a Twizzler hanging out of his mouth. She noticed he had unopened bags of Skittles, Reese’s cups, and a Snickers, all of Natasha’s requests. He pulled the red candy out of his mouth like a cigar, pointing it at her. 

“It’s Jake, then,” he said, and took another bite of the Twizzler, somehow managing to smile around it, “to you.”

Julie turned again and he did the same, walking away from the corner and the rounded mirror and the man whose boots echoed down the empty hallway. 

[breakbeatbun]

y'all have gotta learn to act normal about other people's characters

just bc you think they're hot doesn't mean the person who made them wants to know if, or how, you'd fuck them. i feel like that's common sense. it doesn't make it OK now just because it's not a real person you're sexualizing. you don't know what they mean to the person who made them, and if you do, well what the fuck, then.

[doodlingwren]

It's time

[da-proti-toku-grem]

feeling like a total asshole today 👍

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

If Edelgard starts a war on cats it would be a CATastrophe. Bad pun aside, it really speaks volumes when people are so enamored and defensive about their fave that they're willing to say "racism, genocide and terrorism is good actually". Fiction may not affect reality most of the time, but it exposes views that some people share that makes you go "yikes.".

I can't believe I didn't even think of that when I wrote it LOL.

For people missing the context, this ask is in response to a reply I wrote on another post.

When it comes to media, it's one thing if there's nuance to the situation and it's not as direct (is she being brainwashed? Controlled? Forced? Somehow unaware? Shown to be conflicted about her actions/what she says? etc). In her case though that's not present and she means what she says. Even still, liking her as a character is fine.

It's different when people start using real life situations or making outright harmful rhetoric, which is something they do both to lift their favorite up and to vilify her enemies (which is why they have to reach so hard, and farther than their arms actually can reach to make up reasons to hate Dimitri. It's not him, it's the fact that they hate anyone who opposes Edelgard, and if Edegard wants them dead they also want them dead. Unfortunately that also turned into demonizing those with mental illness).

Fiction in and of itself doesn't affect reality or indicate what a person is like irl, but their behavior toward others is no longer fiction. Story wise you could argue it makes an interesting character to have these flaws and villainous traits, but it's another story entirely when people double down to insist their characters' actions are just and they go into detail to force it down people's throats - 99.99% of the time unprompted, when that character actively associates with people who have willingly and intentionally committed genocide and aims to do the same herself by finishing the job.

Which you'd think she wouldn't because... those same people wiped out all her siblings, but okay. Somehow the CoS is worse than them. I guess bc Agarthans are human at the end of the day, so no matter how inhumane and atrocious their actions are, they get a pass as long as there's a non-human in the vicinity. Racism typically goes hand in hand with genocide, so. Yeah.

It's not even just that though - it's how the arguments go that indicates if a person is just trying to defend their favorite. If they start brainlessly spewing harmful rhetoric at real people, and if what they say would actively defend real life issues, it's concerning. It's the manner in which they defend their favorite. If the way they argue is exactly how American-hard-rights defend themselves, it starts becoming uncomfortable for people and no longer applies to just fiction.

If what you argue sounds exactly what irl politics sounds like, that's a pretty powerful indicator of who you're dealing with. It doesn't matter if they are or claim to be American-left (specifying because Random said it's different in Europe!). If their arguing points shit on all the values American-lefts stand for, they are not, whether they like it or not, arguing for the left (which all stans claim to do, and then they start regurgitating American-right political stances, extremely often at the expense and discomfort of actual American-lefts. Might I remind you that one of them, a straight man, used abortion and gay marriage both being legally in jeoprady as a gotcha to argue for Edelgard).

It doesn't matter what you claim you're doing. If your arguments actually start reflecting things that can be real, you need to be careful about how you word it. Houses deals with a political atmosphere very heavily, which shouldn't have really been a problem... but it got too close to real life politics within the fandom and people's true colors started to show.

It should have been "I love Edelgard but damn some of what she does is fucked up" and not trying to vehemently defend every singular word she's ever said. As I've mentioned in my very lengthy "why the writing failed Edelgard", the writing is partly to blame for people being divided on her, but it's the fans' own faults if they can't draw a line between liking her character and supporting things in a way that makes it sound like you'd support them irl.

It's even worse that all that nonsense picked up really badly right around the time Ukraine got invaded and Putin was out there spewing nonsense. It became a sensitive issue to have people defending Edelgard invading other countries proudly with false claims/propaganda, because the arguments fell perfectly to a T in line with what Putin was doing.

Evidently that didn't matter to the people who never touch grass and waste their time and energy only thinking of defending Edelgard instead of just enjoying her character, but then, they don't really even enjoy her character; they just enjoy their made up version of her who fights for what they want her to fight for instead of realizing what she's actually doing. These people would be damn easy bait for irl politics and it shows. Dangerously.

So for anyone arguing about your fictional favorites, remember that context is important and how you treat the topic(s) at hand are just as important. I absolutely adore a villain just like Edelgard because of good writing, and there are points I can actually defend him (if you've been on this blog for more than like a week you prooOOOObably know who I'm referring to AT THIS POINT lmao). That doesn't mean I'm going to call invasion, racism, etc good and just for his better talking points to be achieved.

In my opinion Edelgard ended up poorly written because the writers wanted to be bias in the context of the story but couldn't properly justify the atrocities. I'll be honest, if this is how they handle (main) female villains, I'd rather just not have them. I'd rather go back to the days of Petrine and Hilda who were side villains and allowed to be as disgusting and horrendous as they wanted.

If writing a lead villain who is female won't work because they can't stop pushing their bias into the writing (don't even look at poor Petra, she got SKEWERED in CF and especially in SB) and it reflects poorly, I just don't want it. I know men at the writing table for some wild reason throughout the years have been unable to properly write females (which like, why. Just write human beings. But no, they seem to act like females are a different entity entirely), but if that's going to remain the case, I don't want them to write them in situations like these because they clearly can't handle it. They treat Edelgard as a trophy wife who has to be perfect for them and not as a complex, legitimate person.

Mind you, I also made a post before about how Edelgard is separated from other female villains by being drawn as "attractive". Ishtar gets treated much better than other female villains as well, with Heroes going as far as to outright shit on canon and give her an alt where she "joins the Liberation Army", which... the whole point of her character and her fighting in that war was that she was on the opposite side but wasn't a bad person. I could argue similar things for Burian, but that's more headcanon/literally based on just his death quote lmfao.

Point being, Ishtar is drawn to be attractive. Petrine and Hilda are not, and are outright villainous, terrible, not complex people at all (Hilda is a hypocrite, but she's not complex). Edelgard was drawn to be attractive, and was thus not treated like a villain proper. Unfortunately this got warped into the fandom we know now, but... like we both said, the way they argue for her is pretty telling and honestly pretty scary. Let's not forget that they've spewed death threats at people simply for not liking Edelgard.

No, that last sentence was not a joke nor an exaggeration. In a way it makes sense though, considering they defend genocide, racism, etc.

[aeide-thea]

the thing abt this website (and really, every other website and also people irl) is that you'll be introduced to a new person who seems interesting (read: has some stuff to say that you agree with), and you'll think, ooh, maybe i should follow them! and then you'll check out their blog and realize, oh, fuck, right, they're the same person who was advocating 'systematic and targeted online harassment' of people who spread a message they dislike, as though that were either an acceptable way to behave or, for that matter, an effective way to convince anyone of anything—like, hello, if you harass your enemies they will shut their ears to you and become further entrenched in their current positions! also decent people will see what you're doing and distrust you even if your cause would otherwise earn their sympathy!

[themoonking]

i understand that if you’re sapphic and also incredibly and unironically into the mcu like i was a few years ago then the hand kiss from love and thunder might seem like a big deal and might make you feel really good but. it’s nothing. it’s literally fucking nothing. it’s a few seconds with an unnamed character and then valkyrie talks about her dead, also unnamed girlfriend for a bit. there are movies and television shows and books and idk podcasts that actually feature sapphic characters and/or relationships. you cannot, should not, and do not have to rely on the fucking marvel cinematic universe for queer representation. and the mcu should not be praised for “steps in the right direction” or whatever when we have actual representation elsewhere, and they are the ones lagging behind.

[onlythebravest]

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[wildermouse]

vent ii.

[davepetea]

watching this makes us swant to watch starship troopers

triggers: Does the Dog Die?

[pyrriax]

GOD I LOVE THIS SONG

like. this is in sylvester's playlist because it so perfectly fits my vision of them.

like they're so much more than just a "generally caring person" and i mean like.

also just the lyric "no one who loves you should make you feel so unsafe / no, no one who loves you should make you feel alone"

[koushirouizumi]

B.L.O.G P.S.A

Reminder that when I r.b. about J E W I S H topics, the focus should be kept on specifically J U D A I S M. If you're r.b.'ng from me, please don't tag those posts as "religious" "insp." in general unless you mean to properly represent J U D A I S M. They are specifically meant to inform about a culture my parent and their entire fam belongs to, among elsewise

[fullscoreshenanigans]

I posted 1,695 times in 2022

That's 1,684 more posts than 2021!

39 posts created (2%)

1,656 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 1,695 of my posts in 2022

#the promised queueland - 1,145 posts

#emma - 899 posts

#ray - 857 posts

#norman - 707 posts

#full score trio - 400 posts

#escape arc - 358 posts

#tpn s1 - 312 posts

#introduction arc - 243 posts

#king of paradise arc - 229 posts

#rayemma - 197 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Norman in S1e05 @ Ray’s mental state after finding out he’s been helping Isabella for half his entire life.

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#4

250 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#3

Me @ Ray every time I go back to the Introduction and Escape Arcs, “The First Shot” bonus chapter, and the Grace Field light novel stories, without fail: my dear sweet child how the hell are you even alive

359 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#2

Other people: *lovingly describing Norman’s eyes in fic with vivid prose*

Me: His Trix™ yogurt cotton candy eyes 💙💗 

617 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[gasstationlady]

GUTS | a lando norris social media au | pt. 1

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader, ex!drew starkey x reader

y/n l/n’s latest album is speculated to be about her ex. however, she already moved on.

note: fc is olivia rodrigo! i hope the quality of the photos are okay, everytime i saved my drafts on my phone they became blurry :(

disclaimer: no hate to drew!! i just needed a famous ex. also so sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos!!

masterlist ⋆ next

yourusername

liked by oliviarodrigo, yourbestie and 4,779,774 others

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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yourbestie soooooo proud of you 🥹 this album is amazing

user teenage dream made me BAWL i love you 😭😭

user MISS Y/N, YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN

oliviarodrigo obsessed.

user omg are the songs about drew

enews

41,202 likes

enews In Y/n’s new album, “Guts,” Y/n shares information on her old relationship with Drew Starkey. The pair started dating last year until ultimately breaking up in the beginning of 2023.

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user omggg this is the drama i’ve been waiting for

user you guys really chose to focus on this when not even half the songs are about drew

user this album saved 2023

yourusername

liked by yourbestie, bellahadid and 6,313,074 others

tagged yourbestie and conangray

yourusername some GUTS bts, still can’t believe it’s out but i’m so happy it’s yours!!!! been sitting on these songs for a few months and although some of them are a little outdated, they still mean a lot to me!!

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conangray spilling my guts absolutely everywhere

yourbestie LETS GO GUTS

user album has in fact been on repeat since the release🫡

user “a little outdated” girl please elaborate you can’t leave us hanging like that 😭😭

f1updates

28,459 likes

f1updates Lando Norris with fans in New York! Most likely staying there until the #SingaporeGP

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user 🤤

user what is he doing in new york?

↳ user no literally bc it’s kinda sus there’s no reason for him to be there 😭😭

user ugh he looks so good

deuxmoi

57,380 likes

deuxmoi 🚨 NEW COUPLE ALERT 🚨

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user obviously it’s y/n l/n but which driver???

user you guys are srsly bored

user kinda iconic of her to go from drew to an f1 driver

↳ user fr i just know drew has to be feeling some type of way rn

user Y/N DATING AN F1 DRIVER WAS NOT ON MY 2023 BINGO CARD

yourusername

liked by yourbestie, zendaya and 2,116,844 others

yourusername soooo excited to be performing at the @/VMAs!!! make sure to tune in on Tuesday at 8pm on #MTV

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yourbestie talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely never been done before

zendaya AHH can't wait!!

user wait am i crazy or am i connecting the dots right now

landonorris

liked by danielricciardo, charlesleclerc and 1,950,468 others

landonorris Quick NY stop

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danielricciardo Where was my invite?

↳ landonorris ...

user IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH OMFG

↳ user the fact that he was the one to soft launch first IM CRYING she's living my dream 😭

user is that y/n 😭😭

user GUYS ITS HAPPENING

drewstarkey

834,801 likes

drewstarkey bad idea right?

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user this is so messy omg 😭😭

user NO HE DID NOT

↳ user wait i'm so confused why are people freaking out?

↳ user "bad idea right?" is one of the songs y/n wrote about him and the song literally talks about her wanting to go back to him

user posting this right after guts and lando's soft launch is CRAZY

[writingstoraes]

lover 🪻

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!singer!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: this is another thing i thought of knowing i have hundreds of unattended drafts lolol lmk what u think! this is like very similar to something i've posted before but only w a slightly different ending... hehe also am using mother taylor's lyrics cause they're just too good

about: you and charles seem to be really quiet, it's either one of two things — you're over or you're about to release a masterpiece that shatters all break up rumors.

wagsoff1

liked by wannabewag, norrisfan, hamilec, and 25,439 others

wagsoff1 It has been 100 days since Y/N was seen in the paddock. Her last appearance was during the 2023 Australian GP. Any thoughts? 👀

leclercsainz yeah honestly the two of them have been really quiet lately... i'm scared

ynfan this is such a reach? 😬

lecsyn4eva are we forgetting that y/n has her own career, a pretty successful one at that, it's normal for her to not be at races at times?

wagsoff1 Hmm yeah but she's missed a ton of races, apparently rumors are only ever growing that they might be over... lecsyn4eva maybe we stop sticking our noses where it doesn't belong 🤨

queenyn MOTHER WE MISS YOU pls come back

sainzstappen Classic pattern of broken up F1 couples lol miss a few races then suddenly statements are out 😆

popgirlstm stop i will literally jump off a bridge

yourusername

liked by zendaya, florencepugh, landonorris, and 2,340,923 others

yourusername At every table, I'll save you a seat.

My 3rd full-length album, Lover, is out tomorrow at 12 EST. Sorry for the surprise but see you at the premiere ❤️

lecsyn BITCH THIS IS WHY YOUVE BEEN QUIET

mothertay miss mam we havent heard from you in months how can you drop a bomb like this so casually

norrislaren IM CRYING I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

midnightshouse y/n i need to know if i can shake my ass to this album or i will be destroying ice cream pints with tears on my face

ynalbums Judging from the title... it sounds like it's more on the romance side? gucciluv oh my god there's hope for charles and her after all 🙏

charles_leclerc

liked by pierregasly, carlossainz55, scuderiaferrari, and 1,295,294 others

charles_leclerc My lover.

Beyond excited for your album, amour. Thanks for letting me be a part of it 🤍

lecsyncharles CROWD CHEERS OH MY GOD

hamilstappen im crying they broke the streak they're alive! WAR IS OVER

charlierari part of it... y/n ft. charles????

carlossainz55 Hey this counts as your musical debut? 😆

charles_leclerc I didn't sing... carlossainz55 Yeah you shouldnt c2lovers FUCK??ABSHBHWWH

landonorris Can't believe people thought you broke up you literally won't shut up about how you're in Silverstone and she's in LA

pierregasly Don't forget the calling Y/N every 10 seconds charles_leclerc ??? Please shut up

Now Playing: Lover (Music Video) - The Dedication

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, landonorris, lorenzotl, and 2,109,294 others

charles_leclerc My forever lover.

tagged: yourusername

landonorris Will you save me a seat at every table?

yourusername Have my song memorized already, I see 😆 landonorris You know it!

lewishamilton Congratulations, Y/N and Charles! 🥂

danielricciardo I call taking most of the pictures 🙏

landonorris No???

ynlecs16 this is such a fucking surprise the two of you need to cool it down i'm hyperventilating

scuderiaferrari Best wishes to our favorite couple ❤️

yourusername Wait, I thought we broke up?

charles_leclerc Negative. You're stuck with me forever now 😘

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: taylor has got me wishing i was currently in love this is sick! anyway i only got this idea bc my tiktok fyp is swarmed with charles daylight edits and they are right he is so golden <33