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[afterglowsainz]

so american | alex albon

pairing: alex albon x american!bsf!reader

summary: you don’t understand why it bothers you so much that alex met a new girl if he’s just your best friend

fc: claudia tihan

a/n: i love the fact that we all accepted as a community that so american is alex’s song

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yourusername guess who won 🏁

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username obsessed with her

alexandrasaintmleux that’s because you literally behaved like a terrorist on track, hope this helps!

flavy.barla agreed!

carmenmmundt i second that

yourusername you’re just jealous i lapped you 🙄

username my favorite wag who’s not a wag

username okay but this looks like such a fun thing to do

francisca.cgomes guess who ended up p2 🥳

yourusername top 2 fastest girlies confirmed!

iamrebeccad you forgot to mention that you almost burst the throttle and the owners wanted to ban you from going back

yourusername if you ain’t first you’re last 😝

username omg all the wags and y/n went karting together that is so cute 🥹

username the clarification of y/n not being a wag 😭

username she’s an honorary wag at this point fr

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alex_albon fun triple header! onto the next 🔜

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username alex i hadn't seen you well👀

yourusername always eating

alex_albon you’re jealous!

yourusername my photo credits

alex_albon no

username i don’t understand them but i love them

username he ate! (literally)

username so babygirl coded 😘

yourusername’s instagram stories

[caption 1: post-race] [caption 2: alex_albon]

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f1gossip several drivers seen partying last night due to the end of the triple header, including alex albon who was seen very close with a mysterious girl

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username 🧍🏽‍♀️

username i was not expecting that at all

username “seen very close” babes they’re making out

username this gave me whiplash bc in my head him and y/n are fully dating

username sometimes i forget they’re just friends 😭

username is he being serious right now 😀

username well! down the drain goes my ynalex ship

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yourusername slow week🫀

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username oh my 😶‍🌫️

username i could treat you sooo good

username alex fumbled

username agree

username how do you have THE y/n right next to you and choose some random girl at a bar 😭 make it make sense

username alex and y/n are just friends you need to relax

carmenmmundt just one chance please

yourusername i’m giving you a million chances 🤭

georgerussell63 🤨🤨🤨 back of??? yourusername

yourusername cry about it

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alex_albon beach time 🌊

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username that better be who i hope it is

username y/n???

username it’s not her 😭😭

username y/n is in the states not in bali :(

username SIR? wdym you met a woman for a week and took her to BALI?

username and he’s soft launching her too 😭

username no y/n like or comment … i see how it is

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yourusername home sweet home ☀️

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username this is criminal

username the woman was too stunned to speak

username the woman: alex

alexandrasaintmleux y/n!!! you can’t just post these and then leave‼️

yourusername 🤭

username i think i choked actually

username ugh y/n the woman that you are 😩

francisca.cgomes I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE (liked by yourusername)

pierregasly stop

username alex really is speechless

alex_albon nice hat

username omg someone teach this man some rizz

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alex_albon mood 😊

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username pls he doesn’t know what to do with himself 😭

username the face of a man who knows he fucked up

username alex is stronger than me frrrr bc if my best friend was as hot as y/n i would fold

yourusername is this because you’re coming to la? 😁

alex_albon are you gonna give me a tour?

yourusername i’ll take you to the best restaurant! (in-n-out)

alex_albon so american of you 🙄

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yourusername whatever we roll (in los angeles)

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username never beating the hottest wag-non-wag allegations

username oh to be that cigarette

alexandrasaintmleux tag yourself i’m the ice cream

yourusername always the romantic 🥹

charles_leclerc 😡

username in love with her

flavy.barla my gorgeous girlfriend🥰

yourusername always you!

estebanocon not you too

username damn she’s collecting these wags like pokemons

albon_pets so pretty y/n🐭!

username even the pets came out 😭

alex_albon’s instagram stories

[caption 1: yourusername] [caption 2: 🐱]

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yourusername he laughs at all my jokes (he really does) and he says i’m so american (at least ten times a day)

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username OMG ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING

username i know she’s trying to soft launch but unless she posts a picture of his face saying their dating i’m not gonna get my hopes up i don’t trust these two anymore

username so american is soooo ynalex coded

username queen of soft launching! (even tho we already know who he is)

alexandrasaintmleux the most perfect beautiful women ever 🥰

yourusername you areeee 💗

username omg you don’t know how long i waited for them to date 😩

username manifesting for that to be alex 🕯🕯🕯

alex_albon 💜

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alex_albon i think i’m in love

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username OMG AHAKDIWJSANDJ

username my reaction exactly

username you gotta love a man who pulls a baddie like y/n by being oblivious

francisca.cgomes she’s everything 🥰💘🥹 and he’s there ….

yourusername you know i’m yours forever 🫶🏽

alex_albon rude

username fuck 🫵🏽 the soft launch, all my homies hate soft launching

username no i’m so obsessed with them you don’t understand 😔

username LOVE IS REAL

albon_pets so happy for you alex🐼 and y/n🐭! (liked by alex_albon and yourusername)

yourusername ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

alex_albon forgot to mention you’re also a poem i wish i wrote

yourusername OMGGG

[goldsainz]

❝ ALL I NEED IS YOU ❞

MASTERLIST!

pairing . . . lewis hamilton x reader

◦∘｡ﾟ. request . . . “could you do slut! for Lewis? and maybe a combination of angst and fluff?”

◦∘｡ﾟ. summary . . . fans hate you for dating their favourite driver, but it all might just be worth it for once.

◦∘｡ﾟ. note . . . I’M BACK WITH THE FICS!! i’m not quite sure why i had a creative drought, but i’m glad i’m out of it🙏 alsooo, hope you guys liked the new theme bc i brainstormed for hours about it and i’m actually really liking it

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f1gossip Once again, Y/N Y/L/N is back in the paddock! The unofficial but official girlfriend of Lewis Hamilton has now been present for all of the triple-header and fans have noticed! Now, many aren’t happy that their beloved F1 Superstar is entangled with the model because of her dating tendencies. Will she be at the Las Vegas Grand Prix? Let us know your thoughts! 👀

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lewisfan2 need her far far away from my man

lewisfan3 sick and tired of seeing her appear on my screen🙄

ynfan2 don’t know who this lewis guy is but i’m loving all the y/n content we’re getting!!!

⤷ lewisfan4 and thank god you know nothing of the sport. we don’t want any of her fans ruining it.

lewisfan5 unpopular opinion: i actually like her and lewis together🤷‍♀️

ynfan3 i hope she continues dating lewis just to piss you guys off

ynfan4 SHE LOOKS SO GOOOOOOD

lewisfan6 🤮🤮🤮

lewisfan7 bye not her taking a photo in front of his car

⤷ ynfan5 she’s his gf? why wouldn’t she do that?

⤷ lewisfan7 it’s giving attention wh0re

⤷ ynfan5 or (and hear me out) she’s just a supportive gf!!

lewishamilton and yourusername posted an instagram story!

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yourusername brasil, eu te amo

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ynfan21 mother is mothering

lewisfan21 STAY AWAY FROM HIM! GET A JOB!

ynfan22 they’re actually so cute

adrianalima Bonitos! 💜

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lewisfan22 girl, that caption is not for brasil😭

lewisfan23 sick and tired of her appearing in my feed

lewisfan24 can’t wait until lewis leave you!!!!!!

user21 since when are they dating?

⤷ ynfan23 it’s really unclear, but everyone points to this year’s silverstone gp when she went as a mercedes guest!

⤷ user21 and people are still hating on her???

⤷ ynfan23 yeah lmao

lewisfan25 mama y papa

lewisfan26 crazy how just a couple mints ago she was supposedly dating tom brady and now she’s “in love” with lewis… such a slut

⤷ ynfan24 you literally don’t know her. stop insulting people you don’t know.

ynfan25 mourning the loss of my wife rn 💔

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yourusername it’s raw, it’s real and it’s here!

this interview is extensive, but interviewer was so polite and just the perfect person to be interviewed by, to have my voice told by.

my vogue article will be yours too on the 22nd of november.

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lewishamilton FIA Gala, 2023

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yourusername an honour to be by your side 💜

⤷ lewishamilton The honour is all mine 💜

lewisfan41 THIS SHIT IS SO CUTE OML

lewisfan42 did not expect the hard launch, sir hamilton

roscoelovescoco I love’s my mum’s

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ynfan41 my heart literally flew out of my chest when i saw that they were together at the gala

mercedesamgf1 Our second Mercedes royal couple 👑

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lewisfan43 bro you didn’t take the prize home😭

⤷ lewisfan44 he already has the biggest prize with him

⤷ ynfan42 lewis fans got poetic all of a sudden

⤷ ynfan43 lewis fans stopped hating on y/n all of a sudden*

lewifan45 if he’s happy, i’m happy

sebastianvettel Congratulations! Finally the secret is out 😁

⤷ lewishamilton Thank you 🙌

ynfan44 need them both desperately!!!!!

ynfan45 i just know wag pages are having a field day

translations:

— brasil, eu te amo — brazil, i love you — bonitos — beauties

-ˋˏ *.· taglist . . . @lorarri @lpab @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @toomuchdelusion @goldenalbon @ravisinghs-wife @racingtrail @hobiismyhopeu @celestialpato @lecsainz @kkeels

[thearchercore]

how rbr socials are trying to control the public narrative around charles (a short essay)

as you may have noticed, rbr socials started posting charles in an oddly increasing pace recently. and there may be more behind it!

you could notice the first big feature of charles in singapore, when they included a video of max and charles with a lestappen sound on an ig reel (carlos was also in that video but not mentioned in the post). then, a few weeks later during the triple header we got max doing the inchident challenge on tiktok. max is known for not enjoying tiktok trends so his input on their tiktok is mostly trivia and challenges because they keep him entertained enough to do it. that post, however, caused a certain inchident renaissance. the old moment between them was already explained in their early f1 years and wasn't really full on brought up after that. HOWEVER, red bull has decided to bring this moment to light with that tiktok.

ferarri, being the reactive masterclass (sarcasm) managed to respond to red bull a day later with another inchident meme (joking about the front row in brazil). over that time, both ferrari and red bull were interacting with each other (for example the old sticker war between the two) and ferrari engaged with charles' paddock endeavours that included max.

the last social post that seemed to include max on the ferrari socials was the infamous "charlie i have some space for you" ig story (which is really funny in handsight). after that, ferrari stopped posting any content with max and charles and has not interracted with red bull in any way. red bull has tagged them in all posts that included charles, but no response from ferarri. which we could see as the first switch.

then, back at it with rbr. charles and max are basically glued to each other in las vegas, they reposted the joint sky interview they did, and kept posting charles throughout the week as if he was their third driver. during that time, charles and max are asked not once, but TWICE about their karting days, and get pretty personal with their answers. during those, inchident is referenced once again.

it seems like red bull wants to highlight max and charles as a pair, not exactly as rivals as they were always painted to be. they may be rivals on track, but they seem more than friendly as of late, so there's no point in saying they're not getting along -- what if rb put this old moment from their karting days in the spotlight bc it highlights their entire childhood dynamic. it seems to me like they want to create a public narrative of max and charles being friends with long history instead of the classic rivarly, and ferrari clocked it before vegas and banned anything from their own socials because of it. it may also reflect the stage of negotiations between charles and his possible contract renewal with ferrari / possible pre-contract with rbr. because this is the exact process of how to soft launch a press announcement: organically drop hints -> create speculation for engagement -> ignore the speculation but continue pursuing the hints to spread the speculation narrative further -> proceed with the process and let the speculation die down right before the announcement -> drop the announcement

i'm not saying that they're cooking something major, they could be, but it's definitely interesting how they're trying to twist the general public's opinion on max and charles as a duo, a pair. and ferrari's sudden silence on their interactions with red bull/features of max on their instagram makes it even more suspicious.

[vagabond-umlaut]

la douleur exquise

(noun) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable

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gojo satoru x fem!reader; 18+ content so mdni; former teacher gojo x former student reader; angst & smut; heavily-implied satosugu angst; semi-public sex [car sex] with WAY TOO MANY feelings; unrequited love; hurt/no comfort; age gap [characters are adults older than the age of consent]; no one's rly happy or lucky in love in the story...

header is from pinterest. jjk isn't mine. pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this. hope y'all enjoy reading this ❤️❤️

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"Grant that one request of mine and I promise to be fine with whatever you say, Gojo-san."

You're lying. Gojo can see you're lying. Yet he says nothing of that.

He lets his eyes roam over your earnest face from beside. So young. So sweet. So caring.

A shudder racks through Gojo, betraying the toasty temperature in the car. He steers his gaze away from you to focus on the snow-covered highway before. These terrains are awfully known for the lives they have devoured, after all.

Although… the sorcerer wonders if it might be better to be consumed by the precipice to his right, than by the chasm of your coy words.

He manages to eke out a chuckle.

"You're tired after the mission," Gojo says, mouth twisting into a well-practised smile of ease, "Once I drop you home, go straight to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

"And what if there's no tomorrow?"

The steering wheel goes slack for a beat in his grasp, before his firm hold returns. If not worried, he chances a definitely curious glance at you. A serene smile greets him. His smile fights to fray. "Too desperate," he teases, voice airy and free of the weight thrashing against his ribs, "Yet that wasn't the worst way I've been forced to give an answer… I'll give you an eight out of ten, I think."

"Aw no." His grading receives a pout. "Is there no way I can increase it to ten?"

You've no knowledge of lip care, is the first thing Gojo realises.

The second thing, he doesn't know how to deal with you without hurting you.

It would have been infinitely better if Nanami was here, he thinks to himself. A foot presses a tad too hard on the accelerator. Shoko too would have known how to navigate this. Hell, Utahime too would have evaded this situation just fine.

But no. It has to be him. Trapped here. With no escape route in sight. Just two eyes, bright with innocence, dull with gravity, gazing at him. Perhaps even into the depths of his soul. An invisible sharp knife twisting in the back of his skull, Gojo sighs—but finds himself an instant too late.

You answer the question you meant for him.

"You'll never give me a ten," you state simply. No frown. No tears. Nothing.

The man nods, an eye trained on the road. An eye on you. "No, I won't."

"Is it because I'm not him?"

Gojo hits the brakes, the car skidding a foot or two before reaching a stop. Teetering too, too close to the edge of the road- the sorcerer finds himself uncaring of the fact, however. You simply look out the window before redirecting your attention to him. A wry smile clashes with the grim line on his mouth. With the maelstrom of emotions ravaging his insides to shreds. For the first time the evening, he lets go of his faux cheer.

"Stop this little game you're playing," he breathes out, knuckles growing white on the wheel. Memories searing the landscape of his mind. Black eyes. Black hair. Red blood. Oh god, so fucking much of that damned red blood. On the walls. On the road. On his clothes-

He nearly chokes on a gasp, struggling to form syllables. "You don't know what… it's better… you better not speak on this ever again."

"Just so I can watch you slowly fade away?"

A yell, a scream, a roar- anything, everything, something swells within him. Whetted by your soft query. Fuelled by his white-hot fury. Incensed by his overwhelming guilt. Growing, growing, growing-

Until nothing remains.

Having withered away in the wake of the gleam in your irises. A wretched gleam he has seen himself wear far too many times for his liking. A wretched gleam, he is seeing, kept for him but not by the person he fervently wished it to be from once.

Gojo slowly removes his hands from the wheel. And twists towards you. Feeling terrified-out of the blue, for no particular reason. His words come out as no more than a few faint puffs of air, stern yet pleading. "You can never make me forget him. He is a part of me, always has been-you can never separate us. You…"

Sorrow swallows the rest of his sentence. He offers you one last look. Warning. Entreating. Hoping.

Only for you to disregard it with a giggle of yours. It sounds worse than the worst noise in the world to him. Blissfully ignorant, you watch him, he watches. Your timid smile, unruffled.

"I know I can never do that, Gojo-san," you say, "First loves are the most difficult to move on from… Trust me, I know. However, it'll never do you good to dwell in the past forever. Let yourself be stolen away to the present for a while- please?"

No. No. Never.

Gojo feels a new wave of old emotions crash on the sands of his conscience. Knowing he should reject you. The same way he has rejected every person who approached him before. After him. For there's only one person who may steal him away. No one else, he can allow to.

Yet he finds himself unable to tell you so.

Chest heavy, mind heavy, tongue heavy. The sorcerer finds himself rendered utterly useless in front of your request. Sitting with you in the stifling silence of the car. Staring at the specks of dried blood on your cheeks, glowing in the moonlight. Zeroing in on that gleam in your gaze.

Something horridly bitter like pity, horridly salty like fatigue bombards his senses.

The strongest sorcerer concedes defeat.

"Your place or mine?" he asks.

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Gojo makes it to neither.

Not that you're too surprised.

Self-control is nothing to a deity, mortal or not. Nothing to his devout follower too, pining or not.

Though now you wish you knew some of that damned quality.

Maybe then you would have been lying on your bed. And not on the backseat of his car. Maybe then your gaze would have been dancing across the familiar old walls of your room. And not drowning in the sky above the open moon-roof. Maybe then you would have bitten your lip and drawn blood. And not asked your ex-mentor to fuck you.

Like the shameless slut you know you aren't, but your request says otherwise.

But the moans you're stifling beg to say otherwise.

A particularly harsh snap of hips against yours makes you yelp. In a blinding burst of pain. Plus pleasure. Perhaps. You don't really know. After your third climax, everything's become pretty hazy. Much like the secluded forest outside the fogged windows. Much like the blur of lust and irritation in those beautiful, eerie, bewitching blue eyes atop.

The grip on your two wrists over your head tightens. You hold back a hiss. Three rules are all the man asked you to follow- no kissing, no noises and no more such 'requests'- you think you would much rather be damned than break any of them. Or pop this bubble you two have slipped into.

A bubble, too desired by you. Too precious for you. Though you wish heard something other than sultry squelches and subdued groans. Smelt something other than expensive cologne and sweat. Tasted something other than tears. And copper.

Did you bite your cheek too hard? Or is it just an injury from the mission?

You don't really know. Like said before: everything's become pretty hazy.

A long finger taps the side of your face. Tap, tap, tap. You see a bright smile flit over the face in those ocean mirrors. Wow, you're a natural at acting, eh? Gojo huffs. His movements stutter once, then again. A jolt of electricity runs through you.

"You still here or not, girl?"

"'m still here, Gojo-san," you murmur, spent and shy. Another sloppy thrust. As toe-curling as ever. Your voice quivers. "I- ah, fuck- I'm s-still here."

"Good, good," he says. It's absent and strained. Very, very strained, in fact. Your brows pucker for two seconds before lifting in realisation. And you gasp. Tears rush down your face in steady rivulets. The tightness ascends a steep curve in your lower belly. Neither seems important to you, however.

Nothing does, except the man with whom this night of yours is ending a bit too soon. Way too soon.

You wish you knew how to freeze this moment. You wish this moment never began in the first place.

A calloused thumb messes the wet stains on your cheek. Paired by a frown for you. Concerned, yes. But conflicted, all the same. Gojo looks as beautiful as the day you first saw him, six years ago on the grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High. He thumbs your lower lip, inquiring, "Wanna do this again?"

No.

No.

Please, no.

His heart is not in it. His heart will never be in it.

You should refuse. You're strong enough. You can, you will live with the pain. You should refuse.

You Should Refuse-

"Yes, please." The words escape you, mixed with a mewl and a moan. Something flickers in Gojo's expression. Before it's disappeared, replaced by a pretty flood of pink. He cracks a smile, neither crinkling his eyes nor dimpling his cheeks. It hurts. But you don't let your attention waver from his lips as he croons, "You make the cutest noises, y'know?"

"Really?" you want to ask. But you don't.

Rather, you can't.

Your beloved deity is already, finally kissing his adoring believer.

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[elucienweekofficial]

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Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Elucien Week 2024! We are so grateful to everyone who took the time to share their creativity and engage with the week!

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📝Fics, drabbles, and poems:

Healing by @shadowqueenjude

Take Me To Church (Sneak Peek) by @allwaswellllll

Splendor Solis by @fimproda

Dancing Barefoot by @zenkindoflove

ACOWAR (Elucien's Version) by @crazy-ache

It's Just a Burning Memory by @the-darkestminds

Beauty Marks by @fieldofdaisiies

Better Days by @shallyne

Dressing Room Dilemma by @yaralulu

New Phone, Who 'Dis? by @writtenonreceipts

Mine For A Moment by @starfall-spirit

The Wedding Date by @clockwork-ashes

Long Live by @separatist-apologist

Auburn Embrace by @sonics-atelier

A Heart of Gold by @jules-writes-stories

Got Lovestruck, Went Straight to My Head by @withclawandvine

Healing by @shadowsingers-mate

Guard Dog of Your Fevered Dreams by @asnowfern

The Ways We Mend by @animezinglife

Can I Be Close to You by @temperedink

Too Sweet by @shadowisles-writes

Something About April by @starsreminisce

What Do You Know About Love by @the-lonelybarricade

Open Water by @itsybitsybluesy

Trancing Through A Day Dream by @thelovelymadone

Morning Edition by @cauldronblssd

the trouble with wanting by @wilde-knight

🎨Art:

Elucien in the rain commissioned by @freyjas-musings and @amandapearls from artist Ekilateral.art

A Warrior of the Mind commissioned by @starfall-spirit from artist brunagarretart

Statues in Love by @climbthemountain2020

Elain and Lucien promenading commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @/shinkxart

Elucien kissing commissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from artist @lib-arts

Elucien Bridgerton AU commissioned by @gwynrieldefenseatty from artist Shinkxart

Better Days by @shallyne

Red Lucien and La Dame Blanche by @olenvasynyt

Tension and Healing pt 2 commissioned by @the-lonelybarricade and @separatist-apologist from artist @brielyasmin

Elucien Embrace commissioned by @moonpatroclus and @cauldronblssd from artist @/viliuad00’s

Relaxation and Pampering commissioned by @foxylady13 and @kbirdie03 from artist @/b_astora

You Are So Gorgeous, It Makes Me So Mad by @sad-scarred-sassy

Vampire Elucien by @works-of-heart

Road Trip by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Genderbent Elucien by @nesta-apologist

Some Place Under The Sun, We Feel Our Hearts For The First Time commissioned by @acourtdelaluna from artist @/gessueter

Elain Writes Lucien a Letter commissioned by @lulufoxlainfawn from artist @dimalry

Emperor Lucien and Empress Elain by @belabellissima

🎶Misc:

Elucien in Faerûn by @little-fierling

The Mother and the Cauldron - creating Elucien by @dreamsandstars24

Elucien pirates AU moodboard by @shadowqueenjude

Elucien Ghibli Moodboard by @lainalit

day seven: au ( v i c t o r i a n ) by @spore-loser

ELAIN AND ELUCIEN: TENSION AND HEALING by @octobers-veryown

Elucien x Howl's Moving Castle Moodboard by @sunshinebingo

Modern Moodboard by @iheartfjords

Fox and Fawn Playlist by @bookishwithathought

Tension & Healing Moodboard by @inbiography

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Thank you as well to everyone who coloured today's Coloring Page!

AU coloring page by @sadiegirl2021

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If we missed one of your contributions, kindly reach out to one of our event runners!

Header art by @laxibbeb

[23fallencomets]

chapter four!

this took a while ngl and it’s a bit longer than usual but that’s because there’s a sliver of plot. enjoy reading and i’ll try to figure out when the next update will be 💞💞

[twitter]

user39: anyway do you guys remember the blackout of 2023

user40: babes i can NAWT do this rn

user41: the year-long blackout of logan sargeant

user42: wait what

user43: logan was being hella mistreated by his first agency that we genuinely had no way of knowing anything about him

user43: we knew he was okay when he briefly showed up in a reel Fred had posted towards the end of the year

user42: logan sued and won his case against the agency and we try not to bring it up

[instagram]

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!los angeles

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logansargeant: back to the city i go

oscarpiastri: all the way across the country again

logansargeant: win in spain and i’ll attend the triple header

oscarpiastri: deal

user42: bro!??

olliebearman: pls take me with you

kimi.antonelli: aren’t you supposed to be asleep??

olliebearman: aren’t you??

user44: oh my god it’s loscar all over again

arthur_leclerc: can’t believe you didn’t want me to go with you

logansargeant: you have testing in italy

charles leclerc: is this why you were looking for flights to la???

arthur_leclerc: logan’s la apartment is really nice 😞

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user45: alright who are we fighting this week

user46: is it because of what that bitchass company is saying

user47: his old model agency?? didn’t he sue them or something??

user48: yeah, he sued them mid-2023 and won in december of the same year

user49: logan i beg you to go batshit crazy pls pls pls

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logan snorts, only liam can grate oscar’s nerves like that. he’s thinking of a reply, wondering how far he can push his pr training. he doesn’t get to in the end, a message from his rep causing his heart to drop. the messages are half congratulatory and half concerned, but he’s more focused on the image.

logan turns his phone off, sliding it across the table and sighing. was he excited for the event? sure, he loves being able to support his community, even if he’s not openly out, his support has never been quiet.

the last thing he needed though, the very last thing on top of a mountain of responsibilities, was a blind item about him. the last one nearly ruined him and the very new and fresh relationship he had been in. despite things turning out okay, logan wasn’t and everything seems to come back to the stupid fucking account that nearly killed him.

his phone goes off, a one-two buzz before the continuous buzz of a call. he debates letting it ring before deciding against it and grabbing his phone.

the smiling picture of oscar gets him to answer it, holding the phone up to his ear.

“are you coming?” is the first thing oscar says, voice still thick with sleep. something tugs at logan, fondness, contentment and the ever-consuming knowledge that he’s horribly in love with his best friend.

“you made pole didn’t you.” logan says back, keeping his eyes on the laptop in front of him. it had gone dim while he contemplated his existence, the email he was in the middle of replying to ignored in favor to talk to oscar.

“mhm, don’t accept lawson’s offer.”

logan laughs, “lawson. you’re ridiculous, piastri.”

he can almost see oscar roll his eyes, “he’s lawson until he apologizes.”

“did you have to threaten him.”

oscar scoffs, “it wasn’t a threat, lolo, it was a promise.”

logan taps the touchbar of his laptop, saving the email reply before navigating his way to mark webber’s email address, cc’ing oscar on it.

“there’s a blind item about me.” he says quietly, “again.”

the call goes silent and logan knows that any residual sleep oscar had has been wiped. there’s rustling on the other side, the ping of oscar receiving the email does nothing to calm logan’s perpetual anxiety.

“god, like the last one wasn’t enough.” oscar snarks, “nearly six months of court visits and questionings and fuck-all investigations.”

2023 wasn’t a good year, half of it being because of Emmeris, the agency logan worked under. the nearly murderous hours, managers and employees that treated their guests like dolls, something to break down and mold to their liking. the other half was about the blind item, that logan was dating an indy driver, a childhood friend of his. the thing was that he was, the relationship itself last three more months before logan called it off. kyle called it dumb, but logan knew it would only be a matter of when it could follow him onto track.

“it’s about us,” logan adds on, “you’re the only one of our friends on the grid, liam and fred don’t count because they are reserve drivers.”

he can hear the cogs in oscar’s mind turn, always trying to be one step ahead, to navigate himself out of a car crash. the car crash in this situation being logan, again.

“let them think what they want.” oscar said, “we can talk about it when you get here, and we can face it together, just like we did last year.”

“with or without liam?”

oscar laughs, “without him this time, please, i do not want him hanging all over you again.”

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logansargeant: home

oscarpiastri: watch me win

logansargeant: literally sitting in the mclaren garage as i type this

liamlawson: when did you even take these???

logansargeant: said ‘cheese’ and you said to give you a minute and then you pulled out the guitar

arthurleclerc: i think you just hate me

logansargeant: always 💞

arthurleclerc: hope your fantasy team loses

logansargeant: you’ll wish ill on your brother

charles_leclerc: im on your fantasy team??

logansargeant: it’s ferrari

user50: so glad that logan has a support system

frederikvestiofficial: where’s my pic

logansargeant: in my heart (he kept throwing pillows at me)

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Hi hello. I miss y'all. That is my own fault but it's still true, and I'm writing this on saturday night and feeling maudlin about how wonderful and talented and dear this fandom is and how I never join in anymore, so I'm making my little post okay.

I'm going with Musical Chairs again because it's so far past time for that to be done. And I've said this before, but it is approaching done. And I'm gonna get into that, but it'll all be behind the scenes rambling, so it's below the cut, and for those who don't want to delve that far, here is some freshly written Penny POV.

“Ah,” Shepard smiled, “a good deed wasn’t motive enough on its own?” “Not when it’s for a stupid reason.” “What is your un-stupid reason?” “Un-stupid?” Penny repeated. She turned resolutely to her drink. “Nevermind. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” “Hey now,” Shepard said, ducking into her line of sight. “You struck me as someone who prefers being honest.” It was a job not to smile at that, but Penny put the work in.

Now for the mess.

It's a good mess I think. I have a new section in my miscellany document, tucked in between nine (9) sections of ramblings and cut scenes, and the new section is called "we got it this time boys," and I think it's right. I've written a full draft of the scene that's been holding us all back. It's there in its entirety, it just needs to be edited. And I'm so scared to reread it, because every time I think I got this scene right I come back and it's wrong. Which I've decided to be fine with, because so what!!! So what if I got 36k right and there's 5k that doesn't quite hit the way I want it to!!! The earth will keep spinning!!!

Anyway, "we got it this time boys" is 3 pages of what is technically kind of an outline for 5 pages of story, and every time I read the header it's in the voice of someone from some black-and-white hardboiled detective noir, which brings me the joy that might be the only reason I feel I've gotten it right in the first place. The outline is all written about as cohesively as it starts:

I think maybe, and gosh haven’t I said this a million times, I just need to stop trying to go that way. Stop trying to go any way. Like always “how do I get them to this moment” instead of “what would they do in this situation.” Unfortunately, the latter requires I connect with them on a level I’m not sure I can right now. But I guess let’s try. Actually let’s go for a walk, I can see the sun setting on the top of the house across the way and it’s lovely. Okay nice, it was lovely. Relaxing, refreshing. Saw a stump that looked like a beaver. Saw a cat. Thought of the opening to something I’m never going to write. So anyway,

It also sort of ends with:

Oh shit came up on an obstacle immediately. [Redacted]. This does not actually open the door for Baz to say something that can incite “[Redacted].” Fuck god okay whoops already going completely back on all I’ve decided and thinking maybe we could keep some of the new exchange I’d written, maybe he does reveal the ugh no stop I hate this. Just figure out a transition to bring in [...], what would Baz say to that other than what I’ve written him saying to that which doesn’t work for what I’m trying to do. I guess it could just be, like…he murmurs incorrigible. Or something. With a raised brow, a la baz. Sure let’s do that, however, I’ve laid down to do this and learned I’m actually quite sleepy, so let’s do it another time. Hopefully I don’t come up on another immediate problem and despair. Just remember not to start combining things and rereading things yet, okay. Please.

This would be alarming if I hadn't already gotten past this point and written the thing. So I'm going to go into editing it with the mindset that nothing substantial shall change and boohoo to me if I want it to, and once that's done we're pretty much home free.

Now tags.

Gonna dip a toe back into being melancholy and wistful about this fandom k, I really do miss it even though I'm the only one keeping me out. You're all my friends even if that is a surprise for you to hear because we haven't talked in months or maybe ever, but I love each and every one of you x

@fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @moodandmist @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy

@bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @mooncello @noblecorgi @alexalexinii

@rimeswithpurple @ivelovedhimthroughworse @basiltonbutliketheherb @whogaveyoupermission @facewithoutheart

@martsonmars @iamamythologicalcreature @run-for-chamo-miles @thewholelemon

@forabeatofadrum @youarenevertooold @ileadacharmedlife @monbons

[thesimline]

I've been inspired by the latest resurgence of appreciation for Baz Luhrmann's 90s retelling of Romeo & Juliet. The film has such a unique and dazzling style, so it's great to see a younger audience enjoying it. The juxtaposition of the laid back LA style of the Montagues with the Latin cowboy aesthetic of the Capulets is a feast for the eyes.

OUTFIT RESOURCES

Juliet: Hair | Necklace (TSR) | Dress (TSR)

Romeo (Header): Hair | Armour (TSR)

Romeo: Hair | Top (Bowling Night) | Necklace (TSR) | Pants (Incheon Arrivals) | Shoes (Base Game)

Mercutio: Hair (retired - direct download) | Shirt & Under Shirt | Gun Holster | Necklace | Rings (Get Famous) | Pants (Base Game) | Shoes (Get Together)

Party Mercutio: Hair | Choker (Fashion Street) | Dress | Gloves | Stockings (TSR) | Shoes

Tybalt: Hair (retired - direct download) | Top | Gun Holster | Necklace (TSR) | Rings (Base Game & My Wedding Stories) | Pants (Get To Work) | Belt Holster | Boots (StrangerVille)

Sampson: Hair | Top (TSR) | Necklace (TSR) | Rings (Base Game & My Wedding Stories) | Watch (Get Famous) | Pants (Snowy Escape) Shoes (Base Game)

With thanks to some amazing creators: @simstrouble @trillyke @pralinesims @ice-creamforbreakfast @greenllamas @serenity-cc @jius-sims @its-adrienpastel @bimbosimbo

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Serpens' Drarry Recs: Overview

This is an overview post to provide quick access to the first fifteen Rec Lists on this Blog. I could not resist giving each one a dramatic headline and intro picture. But if you are looking for really quick links, look no further: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen and fifteen.

And now, for the fun part:

Set One: Animal Transformations, Humor and 'That Moment' when Your Cute Bunny, Owl or Dog is Actually Your Childhood Nemesis.

Set Two: Two Grumpy, Traumatized Men Stuck in a Cabin: Working through their Problems and Falling In Love.

Set Three: Angsty, Toxic and Self-Destructive Romance Between Hurt Boys, Shortly After a War. The Fragile Solace of Destruction.

Set Four: Secret or Hidden Identities, Spies and Sleeping Together Without Recognizing Each Other. Drama Ensues!

Set Five: Curses, Love-Potion-Accidents, Binding Hexes and other Magical Hijinks cause a Romance. With Humor and Twists.

Set Six: Draco in the Muggle World, Harry thinking Draco Malfoy is Up To Something. Or He Feels Lost and likes to Follow Draco Around.

Set Seven: De-Aging, Memory Curses and Casework Bring Harry and Draco Together, as they Untangle their Complicated History.

Set Eight: Bound Together, by Magic or by Circumstance, they have to learn to Understand Each Other. Angst, but its Hurt with Comfort.

Set Nine: Former Enemies, now Not-Quite-Friends-With-Benefits. They are not really 'Casually' Sleeping Together, of course.

Set Ten: In Between Hogwarts Classes the Boys are Messing Around. Sixth Year, on Opposite Sides of a Brewing War. It's Angsty, naturally.

Set Eleven: Old Magical Houses are Spooky (meaning Haunted) and Proud (Semi-Sentient). But One Can Fall In Love In Them Too!

Set Twelve: Eigth Year, Dealing with Trauma through Violent Collision, with Fists and Kisses. Antagonistic Love Stories.

Set Thirteen: Eigth Year Again, but Soft and Sweet. Boys leaving the War behind them, finding new Peace and Connection in Each Other.

Set Fourteen: It's Dragons! Including Dragons as Pets, or Our Draco Transforming Into One. Many Scaly, Fire-Breathing Monsters - Yay!

Set Fifteen: Harry stumbling upon Draco in an Unexpected Place. Stories about Growing Up, Coming Out and Moving On.

The cropped artworks can be found full sized in the matching Rec List Posts with credits in the tags, but here is a complete overview of all used artists and works:

David Shrigley - Ohne Titel (Header), Susa Monteiro aka Susana Philipp Baiôa Monteiro - No Title (One), Felix Vallotton - La falaise de la grève blanche (Two), Egon Schiele - Zwei Männer (Three), Renè Magritte - The Lovers (Four), Edvard Munch - Mondlicht (Five), Harland Miller - Blonde But Not Forgotten (Six), Claude Monet - Water Lillies (Seven), Marina Abramovic - Rest Energy (Eight), Mikulàs Galanda - No Title (Nine), Unknown Etching - A lion and a Snake (Ten), René Magritte (Eleven), Denis Sarazhin - Pantomine 3 (Twelve), Vincent Van Gogh (Thirteen), Utagawa Sadahide - A dragon and two tigers (Fourteen), Helene Delmaire (Fifteen)

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Okay, so I have a lot of questions about Chaos in their Bones but feel free to answer the ones you want to.

Specifically, what are the injuries Doc suffered?

Does Doc have any trauma from Arlong? (Like PTSD or something)

Will Doc ever find her real parents?

Will there be more of Doc and Luffy? (Their friendship is so cute.)

And will there be more chapters or short prompts before season 2 of One Piece LA comes out?

Alright, I can answer all of these. Hopefully 🤣

1. Doc suffered A LOT of injuries. A shit ton. Each member of Arlong’s crew took their time coming and torturing her while they waited for Nami to come back. Chew burned her with metal objects he found just scattered around Arlong Park, the classic cigarette, and at one point even set her tank top on fire to watch her struggle in the chains in sheer terrified panic as she smelled her skin melt. The other ones would hit her (bare fist or with objects) until Doc rewarded them with a scream.

Doc sustained extensive injuries that have effectively scarred a majority of her body. A constant reminder she can never run from what happened to her. It’s something that triggers her at times.

But she almost died…but didn’t…and this is explained in Wanted as part of origin story.

2. This goes with your second question of if she has PTSD. Yes. Anyone who goes through something traumatic, not just crazy like I had happen to poor Doc because I’m unhinged, is going to have some form of it. This gets explored more in the coming chapters of Wanted. Certain things make her jump or overreact and this in turn triggers Zoro to be overprotective, because he’s hyper aware of Doc and because of this is triggered in turn. I’m not sure if I’m making sense with this? lol I hope so.

3. We are going to learn about Doc’s real parents in the Wanted Loguetown Arc! In true One Piece style it’s depressing 🤣🤣🤣

4. There is definitely going to be more Doc with Luffy and the other crew! They are one giant weird family and it’s always fun writing interactions for them even if I’m stressing about it.

5. I’m currently working on the first chapter of Wanted, the Loguetown Arc story line I have planned to kind of go along with the actual S2 arc whenever it comes out.

At first, I was worried because I don’t want to touch any plot that they could potentially use so, with help, I was able to come up with a story line arc much like the filler in the usual OP universe, that is going to be Doc’s origin storyline. It will still have the One Piece elements we all love that will hopefully meld well with S2 whenever it’s released next year!

I’m sure I’ll also come up with other stuff or if I ever get requests 😌

Not that anyone asked but here is what the new Wanted header looks like for this arc. Hopefully, it gives the vibe of what is to come 😘

Thanks for this babes! It was fun! Hopefully it made sense 🤣

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Don Quixote de la Mancha - Prof!Tommy Shelby (smut)

Since my mom is currently directing Don Quixote as a theatre play, I had to write this story, inspired by her version (well, hers is without the smut, of course hahah). Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has joined a group travelling through a new country, a vacation where she crosses paths with a handsome literature professor.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, oral

Pairing: modern!prof!Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (3.7k words)

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The air had an almost sticky touch to it, forcing sweat to pearl on (y/n)’s forehead. Her eyes were focused on the window close to her seat, watching the unfamiliar landscape blur by. Even though she tried to focus her eyes, her heart couldn’t stop racing, wanting to look at the man who sat close to her.

The group had been travelling for the past three days together, strangers who were experiencing a new country, wanting to spend some time away from home. It had been a desperate attempt to disappear from the home (y/n) no longer felt comfortable in, needing a change of scenery. 

And then her eyes had met his, in front of the tour bus, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. The man - Tommy as he had introduced himself later on - had an awfully mysterious, intriguing touch to him, luring (y/n) closer with every shared glance. She had tried to stay away from him, not wanting to make a fool out of herself, but yet he always found her, striking up another conversation that forced heat through her veins. 

She had learned a lot about him, about the literature professor who specialised in older literature. He was everything she wasn’t, and yet (y/n) couldn’t help but long for his touch, wanting to cross paths with him at any given chance. 

“Alright, listen up, guys! We’ll arrive at the arena in a few minutes. I’ll give you about an hour to explore on your own, and then we’ll grab some lunch together.” Their tour guide, Michael, forced her out of her thoughts, eyes snapping to the front, watching him speak with the small microphone pressed to his lips. Before her mind could register what her eyes were doing, (y/n) found herself looking at Tommy. His blue eyes met hers, leaving both smiling before she quickly averted her gaze, looking out of the window once again. 

Excitement flushed through her veins as she focused on the nearing arena, a place she had been wanting to visit for years, finding interest in old historic buildings, wanting to experience what life had been like all these centuries ago. The bus came to a sudden halt, forcing a few other people to murmur in protest, already fed up with the bus driver who had an almost too relaxed touch to him. 

“Please, go ahead.” Tommy waited for (y/n) to pass him before he followed her down the rows, stepping out into the warm morning. Both reached for their sunglasses, not daring to break the silence as the guide walked them closer to the arena entrance. She felt Tommy’s eyes on her, with a cigarette placed between his lips and his sunglasses managing to hide the eyes she could drown in. “Do you mind if I walk with you, (y/n)?”

Her heart skipped a beat whenever he spoke her name, too soft, too calm, too lovingly. An unfamiliar sensation she’d probably never get used to. 

All (y/n) could do was shake her head, whispering a quiet “Of course not”, followed by a bright smile. The two started walking, chasing the distance, not wanting to spend any more time with the other people who annoyed them a tad too much. No words were spoken as they started to explore the sight, smiling whenever their eyes met, just for a few seconds, seconds that felt like years passing by, trapped like oblivious lovers. 

“Come, I want to show you something.” Her eyes wandered to the hand Tommy had reached out for her to take, eyebrows raised in a challenging manner. And with a few chuckles rumbling through her, (y/n) softly grasped his fingers, allowing the professor to pull her through the arena.

……

“Don’t you dare, Fred. I told you too much bread isn’t good for you.” An annoyed sigh left (y/n) as she watched the elderly couple, watching the wife pull another breadstick from her husband’s grasp. Exhaustion clung to (y/n)‘s system, exhausted from the heat burning down on them, exhausted from the bickering going on around her, exhausted from the tension her body had clung to as Tommy had pulled her through the arena, murmuring history facts to the amazed woman. 

“Do you think he’s ever allowed to speak up?” Tommy’s whispers left (y/n) laughing, shaking her head as she took another sip of her drink. A sip she instantly regretted, almost choking on it as Tommy’s hand found her knee, supporting himself as he reached for the bottle of water. Heat flushed through her, clinging to her body as if it was trying to warm her from inside out, saving her before she’d freeze to death.

He was the fire made to protect her trembling body, and she was the wood made to fuel his heat. 

“I doubt she has ever heard his voice before.” Her teasing reply forced a similar laugh out of Tommy, smiling into his drink. She felt a few pairs of eyes on them, meeting the tour guides pupils from across the table, unable to ignore the smirk tugging on the man’s lips. Fuck, whatever Tommy was doing to her was seemingly overly obvious to those that watched them whenever they interacted. And yet (y/n) didn’t find it in her heart to care. 

“Tommy?” Tim’s voice forced their attention onto him, the young boy who had joined the tour with his mother. “What’s your favourite book? Have you ever read one about this place?” 

“It’s probably Don Quixote, have you heard of this story, Tim?” With awe laced in her gaze, (y/n) watched the interaction unfold, hanging onto Tommy’s every word. Tim could only shake his head, waiting for the professor to keep on talking. “It’s a story about finding beauty in our everyday life, about imagination, and about breaking your routine.”

“Mom?” Tim turned away from Tommy, stirring up a conversation with his mother about the book, allowing Tommy’s eyes to wander back to (y/n)’s features. She couldn’t avert her gaze, couldn’t rip herself free from the grasp he had on her, whatever it was, she felt herself falling deeper and deeper, losing grasp on her life like Alice had, tumbling further down the rabbit hole. 

“It’s fascinating how easily you manage to impress him.” A grateful, almost proud smile tugged on Tommy’s lips, murmuring a soft “Thank you, love”. (Y/n) could only hope that the upcoming days won’t pass by all too quickly, slipping through her fingers like sand, unable to stop time from tugging her along. 

……

The stars twinkled in the sky, leaving (y/n) wondering what people living centuries ago must have seen up there, the brightness her eyes will never experience. She was sitting on a bench, arms wrapped around her knees, pressing her thighs against her front. The laughter of the others echoed through the air, making a smile tug on her lips.

For the first time in weeks, perhaps even months, she felt calm, relaxed, an unfamiliar sensation she had been aching for. Life had been too hectic lately, unable to catch her breath as she stumbled from one place to the other, set on pleasing those she looked up to.

“May I?” Tommy pointed to the empty spot next to her, cigarette once again placed between his soft lips, hands holding onto two bottles. She nodded with a smile shot his way before her eyes found the sky once again. He opened the bottles with his eyes set on (y/n)‘s side profile, looking at her with the same gaze she was shooting the dark sky. Full of adoration. Full of intrigue.

No words were spoken as he pushed the bottle into her hand, shuffling closer without her noticing. The two relished in their silence, finding comfort in the sound of laughter shaking up the night from afar. It was a moment so special, (y/n) could only hope she’d forever remember this. 

Only as she felt Tommy shuffle around did (y/n) begin to notice that she was trembling, shaking like a leaf dancing through the cold autumn air. Her head moved towards him as he pulled his sweater over his head, wordlessly pushing it over her shoulders. His scent engulfed her, a hint of his cigarettes, of his cologne that reminded her of old books and a warm winter feeling, a scent so unfamiliar, (y/n) couldn’t help but snuggle further into the soft fabric. 

Slowly Tommy moved his arm around her shoulders, placing it on the back of their bench. With heat rising to her face, (y/n)’s body began moving, sitting close enough to lean her head against his chest. A warm feeling flushed through both their systems, momentarily slowing down the upcoming seconds, allowing them to relish in their body contact.

“Do you see any constellations?” He whispered his words into her ear, forcing goosebumps to rise on her skin. She heavily swallowed, looking at the sky for a few more moments before she tilted her head towards his face. Tommy’s lips were close to hers, it’d be too easy to share a kiss, a similar thought Tommy found himself guided by, moving closer. 

With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) stayed still, praying to the stars above that he’d kiss her. Tommy’s lips were close to touching hers, close to sharing a kiss both would think of for days on end. 

“Professor Shelby?” One of the others called for him, interrupting their moment, forcing an annoyed groan out of Tommy. He let go of her with a short “Excuse me”, rising to his feet to walk back to the group. (Y/n) found herself watching him for a few more seconds before she turned her gaze back towards the sky, unable to swallow down her sigh. 

Perhaps time wasn’t in her favour tonight, perhaps the stars twinkling above in the sky weren’t her lucky ones this very night. Whatever it was, it left her heart longing for him. 

…… 

„It seems like you and the professor get along quite well.” Michael’s voice was laced with a teasing undertone, leaving (y/n) to roll her eyes. She shook her head with a smile, turning from the guide to focus on the scenery surrounding her. Waves were clashing to the sea, mixing the sand littering the beach with other rolling in, telling tales of places her eyes had never been fortunate enough to admire just yet. 

“He’s clearly into you, but it seems like you’re not the only one charmed by him.” Her eyes wandered to Tommy’s features, watching him interact with Tim’s mom. The woman had an overly bright smile on her lips, clearly trying to flirt with the man who tried to turn from her every few moments. (Y/n) couldn’t stop her laugh from clawing through her, forcing Tommy’s eyes towards her. 

“(Y/n), come here!” Tommy’s voice lured her closer, leaving Michael behind as Tim’s mom tugged her son away from Tommy with an annoyed face. He reached for (y/n)‘s hand, pulling her to the spot where the ocean waves rolled onto the beach, momentarily wetting their naked feet. “And if a god will wreck me yet again on the wine-dark sea, I can bear that too, with a spirit tempered to endure. Much have I suffered, laboured long and hard by now in the waves and wars.”

“Where is this from?” (Y/n) whispered her words, looking at the professor with awe laced in her gaze. Tommy turned towards her, smiling at (y/n), unable to stop himself from admiring her. 

“Homer’s Odyssey. I always find myself drawn to the way he described the sea, the stories most of us have long forgotten.” Once again the atmosphere around them began to crackle, forcing their hearts to race, making blood sing in their ears. Tommy’s hand found it’s way to her cheek, giving (y/n) the chance to pull away before he’d finally close the gap between them - at least that is what she’s been hoping for. 

But Tommy didn’t move closer, all he did was stare at her, trying to burn the sight of her face into his memory. Slowly he let go of her, leaving her standing as he picked up his shoes, walking back to the group. They were about to board the bus once again, driving to their hotel for this night. 

(Y/n)’s body forced her to move, grasping his wrist before this moment could slip through her fingers. She was guided by a sense of confidence she had never felt before, looking into his challenging eyes, waiting for her to move. Without another word being spoken, (y/n) pressed her lips against his, tasting the chewing gum he had chewed on a few minutes ago. The kiss was short, interrupted after a few seconds by her pulling away from him with a smile.

And with the squeeze of his hand, (y/n) let go of him, moving towards the bus as if the past moments hadn’t happened. She felt Tommy stare at her, heard the soft, raspy chuckles leaving him as he slowly began to follow her.

……

“Tommy, hi.” Her whispers filled the night, echoing through the hallway connecting their rooms. Tommy stared down on her for a few seconds, before he wordlessly closed the gap between them. She guided him back into her room without parting from him, moaning as their tongues met slowly, exploring one another’s mouth. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for quite a while.” His confession forced her to hide her face in the crook of his neck, allowing his hands to wander down her sides, pushing her even closer. “You’ve bewitched me, I don’t want to part from you.”

“Then don’t, don’t let me go.” (Y/n) pulled him in for another kiss, gasping in surprise as his hands found her behind, squeezing her soft skin with an unfamiliar kind of urgency, luring her back till they reached her bed for the night. Tommy’s lips began to wander down her throat, sucking on the spots that coaxed low moans from her, passing the moments she used to work on the buttons of his dark dress shirt. “I want to touch you, I need to feel you close.”

“You can have me however you want, love. So desperate for my touch, so needy.” With goosebumps covering her body, she was pushed down on the mattress. Her shirt was pulled from her, exposing her naked upper body to the man with overly piercing eyes. Tommy didn’t dare break eye contact as he pushed his shirt down his shoulders, hands working on his belt. “Tell me what you need, talk to me.”

“Mhm I want to taste you, been dreaming about sucking you off.” She felt her heart skip beats at every low groan leaving the man, watching him step out of his trousers before he reached for her hand. No further word was spoken as (y/n) dropped to her knees, staring up at Tommy. His veiny hands freed his cock from the confines of his dark underwear, already twitching in his grasp. Her tongue darted out to lick away the pearly drops of precum bearding his red tip, leaving Tommy gasping in surprise.

(Y/n) parted her lips for him, taking as much of him as she could before she slowly pulled back, tongue stroking his bulging vein. Tommy’s groans echoed through the room, a sound so strong, (y/n)‘s walls began to clench around nothing. She bobbed her head with urgency spurring her on, determination to push the professor over the edge within a few short minutes. 

“You’re doing so well for me. Look at the mess you’re making, pretty girl.” Her heart swelled at the praise, eyes momentarily fluttering close as she tried to breathe through her nose, taking him further down her throat. Tommy’s hand found her head, guiding the bobbing motion with moans clawing through him. “Your mouth will be the death of me.”

Her hums vibrated on his skin, watery eyes flickering up to meet his darkening ones. He was staring down on her, like Lucifer punishing sinners he had lured into the darkness, and like the sinners forever trapped in Lucifer’s realm, (y/n) never wanted to part from the professor again. 

“Fuck, I’m close, love.” Tommy warned her, head rolling back to release another throaty moan. (Y/n) kept bobbing her head, not daring to pull away, wanting to swallow every drop he was about to fill her cheeks with. 

The professor came with a groan, tightening his grip on her, painting her cheeks white. He watched her swallow, watched a smirk tug on her lips, a sight he couldn’t help but chuckle at. (Y/n) was pulled to her feet within seconds, pushed down onto the bed without a warning. Tommy pressed her down, hands tugging her damp panties down her legs, making room for him to nestle between her thighs.

“I bet you taste so sweet.” His whispers made her arch her back, eyes fluttering close as Tommy’s tongue found her folds, eating her out like a starving man, clinging to her as if she was the tree of all life. His tongue left her trembling, hands grasping the bedsheet all too tightly, about to rip holes into the fabric with her nails. 

(Y/n) choked on his name, one hand finding it’s way to his hair, tugging on his roots. She needed to feel him as close as possible, praying that this moment would last forever.

“Don’t be quiet, let them hear how good I’m making you feel.” Tommy’s command was met with a moan leaving (y/n), reverberating through the room. His fingers joined his tongue, pushing into her to prepare her for his aching cock, needing to bury himself inside of her any moment now.

With his fingers curled against her sweet spot, (y/n) found her breaths growing shallow, unable to breathe through the racing by moments. Tommy was set on making her scream, set on making her moans as loud as she could, heart swelling in a sick sense of pride as he felt her move closer and closer. 

Any moment now she’d cum, any moment now she’d give in with her sobs leaving her and her fingers tugging on his roots all too eagerly. And he wanted to feel it all, wanted to hear every sound he’d never forget. With their eyes meeting, Tommy managed to push her over the edge, giving in without being able to hold back.

His fingers fucked her through her high, eyes squeezed shut, nails scratching at whatever she could feel. A sight so admiring, Tommy didn’t find it in his heart to blink just once. 

“Tommy,” she gasped his name, whining in protest as he pulled away. “Fuck me, please, I want to feel you, all of you.”

“Let me get a-“ he was interrupted by the kiss she pressed against his lips, kissing him a few times before a soft “I’m on the pill, I want to feel you” left her. He stared down on her for a few seconds before he nodded his head. 

Their lips met again as Tommy pushed into her, making both moan in unison. Their hearts were racing, jumping and skipping beats every few seconds, adding even more anticipation to it. His hips met hers with every thrust, burying him deep inside of her, wanting to stare down on her with his now dark eyes, finding joy in the lust glimmering in her eyes. A sight so raw, a sight so pure. 

„Shit, Tommy, don’t hold back, please.” Tommy didn’t reply, he tightened his grip on her side as his other found her throat, eagerly pinning her down. The way he choked her had something almost lovingly to it, not daring to hurt her, though fully set on heightening her senses. His thrusts became faster, more urgent, chasing their second high. 

He didn’t give her a warning as he let go of (y/n), pulling out of her to flip her around, face pressed into the warm pillow she had been laying on. Tommy pushed back into her from behind, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. 

Both were close to giving in, bodies trembling, hearts racing. Her trembling fingers found her pulsing bundle of nerves, circling it with urgency, set on cumming any moment now. Tommy’s curses gave her the final push, clawing through him as if Genesis was speaking through him, the voice of God guiding all those who were able to pick up on it.

“Oh god, fuck, Tommy.” (Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut as she came, allowing her orgasm to flush through her system, poisoning her every vein. Tommy gave it a few more thrusts before he came, pulling out of her just in time to paint her skin with his heat, leaving marks for eternity. 

“Will you stay?” Her whispers filled the room, ringing in his ears as he carefully cleaned her up. Their eyes met, making a smile tug on both their lips. 

“Do you want me to?” Tommy sat down next to her, pulling (y/n) into his chest, allowing her to listen to the racing beat of his heart. With a kiss pressed to his throat, she murmured a soft “Of course”,allowing him to tighten his grasp on her. 

"Love, as I have heard say, sometimes flies and sometimes walks; with this one it runs, with that it moves slowly; some it cools, others it burns; some it wounds, others it slays." – Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes

[jmdbjk]

In my feels...

The letters we've received so far are making me cry (thank you, lovely translators)...

Namjoon's.

Jimin's.

Hobi's.

Tae's instagram stories. Rare nuggets he plucked out of his gallery. And thank you, Tae, from me, for this:

The timeline is brimming with nostalgia, with warm sentiments from people who have worked with BTS in the past. I am seeing so many great edits made by Army that really make me teary-eyed.

BangtanTV has wiped their header image and pfp on Youtube... something new is imminent and will be a sort of "turning of the page."

One thing that is inescapable in K-news media all day: BTS is getting so much positive coverage for their 10th Anniversary. All the networks have devoted hours of time so far:

This is a big deal as far as the entire city of Seoul rolling out the purple carpet for Army...For some perspective: Seoul metropolitan area is the 4th largest in the world with a population of 25 million, half the population of the entire country of South Korea. For comparison, the population of Las Vegas is about 650,000...

But shout out to Vegas for the 10 Anniversary of BTS recognition:

It is all very overwhelming. I've rewritten this post three times. It really did hit me even harder when I saw Tae's instagram stories, that they are all family and have really lived all the ups and downs together. He said he'd share more on their 20th Anniversary. What will the memories be that we'll see then!!??!! I hope to have a treasure trove of my own memories of them to share too!

Until then, Apobangpo everyone!

Edit: and this... omg... Love Letters a song and MV produced by Armys and dedicated to BTS. I hope the members see this.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Weeks 143 & 144

Welcome to Week 143 & 144

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Beg for Forgiveness - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Nat’s Diary (2) - @animnerd

Lloyd Drabble - @thornsnvultures

Hold my Heart - (Andy x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Midnight Dance - @animnerd

Secrets chp 8 - (Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

New Rules - Chp 12 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Heart of Glass - Part 1 - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Oh La La - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Drops of Rain - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Left for Revenge - Chp 6 - @hollybee8917

Left for Revenge - Chp 7 - @hollybee8917

Left for Revenge - Chp 8 - @hollybee8917

Partners in Crime - (Nick x Reader) - @navybrat817

Prelude to a Kiss - (Stucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

New Tricks - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dirty Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @nocturne-pisces

TRIAD - @labella420

Thigh Slayer - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Things are looking up - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

So High - (Bucky x Reader) - @metalbuckaroo

A Piece of Cake - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

This City - (Steve x Reader, Steve x OFC) - @cockslutpadalecki

The shower incident - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Kiss the Girl - (Steve, Nat) - @animnerd

Out there - (Winter Soldier) - @animnerd

Biker Jake Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Chasing Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Collared part 9 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Collared part 10 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Aurora - Part 6 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

Aurora - Part 7 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

God and His Angel - (God the Bounty Hunter × Reader) - @navybrat817

Pity Party - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deceitfuldevout

Secrets Chp 9 - (Steve x OFC, Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

Heart of Glass - Part 2 - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

His Inheritance - Part 15 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Lightning in a Bottle - Part 4 - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 5 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Secret Sierra - Chp 6 - (Six x Reader) - @lloydsbitch

Little Bird - Part 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

Gentle Sin - (God the Bounty Hunter x Reader) - @navybrat817

Traitor? - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Two Kings (6) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Recognition - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Crossroads part I - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Play by the Rules - (Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Monkey See, Monkey Do - (Chp 12) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

Work it Out - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog​

God vs the Devil - (1) - (Lloyd x Reader x God the Bounty Hunter) - @holylulusworld​

Headstrong - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista​

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

Is there direct evidence that Courtois destroyed and/or falsified most of Robespierre's documents on purpose? Like, was he ordered to do it? Did he do that on his own?

Out of the approximately 200 Piéces justificatives included in Rapport fait au nom de la Commission chargée de l’examen des papiers trouvées chez Robespierre et ses complices (1795) roughly 75 were written either to or by Robespierre. I’ve been able to confirm the existence of the text in fac-simile for at least 62 of these, mostly by checking other sources like Correspondance de Maximilien et Augustin Robespierre (1926) and seeing if they, when citing a letter originally published by Courtois, could also link to any archived material alongside it. Said correspondence had Courtois’ report as the only source for only two of its letters (1, 2), none of which came off as particulary fabricated at least in my eyes. For the remaining approximately 125 documents not dealing with Robespierre I’ve so far been able to validate 14. This does however not mean I suspect the remaining ones to have been fabricated, only that I lack the sources to check up on them as well. While this is far from a complete study (I’m a bit surprised there doesn’t seem to exist any professional work critically looking over the full report, considering there are suspicions there might have been some foul play) it so far speaks against the theory of Courtois & co having forged and/or falsified a considerable amount of the papers. So far, I’ve also not found any historian voicing their concern that a certain document from the report may be a fabrication.

However, this is not to say Courtois & co didn’t make any alterations to the otherwise authentic material when publishing it in order to tweak the story in the way they wanted it portrayed. One such alteration regards the accusing letter Charlotte Robespierre wrote to her younger brother on July 6 1794, and where Courtois when transcribing the text chose to leave out the header ”Robespierre the younger” along with all references to their shared house on rue Saint-Florentin, to make it look like the letter was really adressed to Maximilien (in her memoirs, Charlotte would insist Courtois had also inserted embellished sentences into the letter, something which on the other hand wasn’t true). Another is regarding a letter from Antoine Buissart to Robespierre dated February 2 1794, which, when comparing Courtois’ version with the fac-simile, shows that the former cut out the first half of the letter when publishing it, for it to look like it only contained complaints. In yet another letter from July 19 1792 one Janegon writes to Robespierre that he is deserving of a civic crown. When publishing this letter, Courtois, according to J.M Thompson, left out both the date and the word ”civic” to make it sound like Robespierre was being offered a royal crown during his time in power. Thompson similarily writes that, when handling spy reports from Guérin, head of a CPS espionnage department, Courtois either replaced the word ”citizens” with ”citizen” or deleted it entirely to make it seem like these reports were adressed not to the entire committee but Robespierre only. These are all examples of alterations I’ve been able to find thus far and I wouldn’t be surprised if there exists even more.

As for if Courtois actually destroyed any of Robespierre’s papers, it should be admitted that, in 1828, there was still enough untouched ones for it to be published a three volume work titled Papiers inédits trouvés chez Robespierre, Saint-Just, Payan, etc, supprimés ou omis par Courtois (ironically, Correspondance de Maximilien and Augustin Robespierre had a harder time providing archived sources for letters originally included in this work than it had with letters originally published in Courtois’ report). To give the word to J.M Thompson again:

It was not until the publication of Papiers inédits trouvés chez Robespierre, Saint-Just, etc., supprimés ou omis par Courtois (Paris, 1828) that it was generally realized how dishonestly Courtois had done his work. A comparison of the two versions shows that, out of the first bundle (liasse) of 10 papers Courtois printed eight, out of the second (56) 17, out of the third (49) 42 — most of these were anonymous letters of flattery or abuse, equally useful for his argument; out of the fourth (62) 11 — here he omits the military mission of Saint-Just and Lebas; out of the fifth (35) 25 — including a number of letters from spies; out of the sixth (34) 24 — spies again; out of the seventh (46) 14; out of the eighth (30) 12; and all of the ninth, viz. 15. Thus, out of a total of 377 documents, Courtois only printed 153; and these were chosen so as to give colour to the rhetorical indictment of Robespierre with which his Rapport began. Not only so: in more than one instance he altered the text of his documents to Robespierre’s disadvantage.

This at least shows us that Courtois, after finishing his report, didn’t just go ahead and throw away all the papers he’d chosen not to include in it. This is further proven by the article Les livres de Robespierre au 10 thermidor (1992) by Fabienne Ratineau, where we learn that on August 1 1795, around 220 books confiscated from Robespierre’s room after thermidor were sent to the national Dépôt littéraire to be documented (the list is published by Ratineau and has been translated into English here). Finally, La saisie des papiers du conventionnel Courtois 1816 (1891) (which I unfortunately haven’t been able to find online but which might shed more light on the activities of the subject of study) shows that Courtois at the time of his death in 1816 still possessed works originally belonging to Robespierre, among which were a bible (that has since gone missing) and 22 letters.

None of this does however disprove the idea that Courtois destroyed documents when first picking through them. If so, arguably only he and the rest of his commission knew about it, and the only way for us to do so would be if any of them came clear later in life. Such confessions I have however not been able to find.

Finally, if Courtois & co were explicately ordered to destroy or falsify papers by the Convention is yet another question I’m afraid I have to give an anticlimactic answer to, since I have yet to find any decree outlining the details of the mission given to their commission, nor the minute for the Convention session when said commission was founded… (I tried looking at Histoire parlamentaire de la révolution française… but so far no luck…)