#mentioned hapi

[0vergrowngraveyard]

i’m a little late but birthday present for @000marie198!!!!!!!

[hapi-transformers-enthusiast]

A Soldier, Nothing More.

The first part of an Ultra Magnus x Human Reader fic I'm writing. I know it's short, but I felt like that last sentence was good to cut it on. I hope you all enjoy it!

WARNING: This is a work of fiction, and not affiliated with Hasbro in any way, shape, or form. This work contains no NSFW, but one mention of Lust as an emotion. Reader discretion is advised.

Ultra Magnus was, first and foremost, a soldier. That was the one thing he did best. Made as a heavy transport frame, and immediately shuffled into the military by the caste system on Cybertron, he was literally groomed to be a commander. Everything he had ever been taught, he learned in the Military. Was that a good thing? Absolutely not. Ultra Magnus knew that such an upbringing stunted his social skills; He knew that people disliked him because of his rigid, authoritative nature, burnt into him by millennia of military experience. He knew that he was an outlier; A man of order and procedure, surrounded by freedom-loving wildcards who longed for an open society. He too longed for that open society - after all, that was what he’d been fighting for, for almost 4 million years now - He just didn’t know how to operate in such a world. A world without need for a rigid outline, without any desire for one.

When you, a college-aged, short-lived human being were placed under his protection, he didn’t complain. Unlike the other bots, he didn’t think of it as babysiting: Because you were an adult. A grown person, fully capable of making your own decisions. You were here because you knew of their existence, and that alone put you in danger; That was all. Sure, every now and again you’d make a bad decision, and he’d chide you for that, but he was nowhere near as strict on you as he was with the Autobots, because you aren’t his soldier. You’re a civilian, and that’s how he thinks of you. A citizen in need of protection.

However, things started changing after only a few months of being with you. Somehow, with that sweet smile you’d always give him when he’d pick you up from work, and the way you encouraged him to keep trying to integrate himself in the family that Team Prime had become… you slid right through the metaphorical walls he’d built around his spark. He began looking forward to driving you to and from dierent places, or conversing with you about the many confusing things about human culture, and he didn’t even realize it until he caught himself talking about it with one of the other Autobots. He didn’t realize that he’d began to enjoy the simple feeling of your hands on the interior of his alt mode until you commented on how warm he got after you’d goen in one day. Things that he’d never even considered important before now were coming to the front of his processor, because they were things that you considered important. He just didn’t understand it.

At first, he contemplated visiting Ratchet and asking about such a feeling, wondering if it was something medical. Then he heard June talking about the way she felt when she met her rst husband – A raised temperature in his presence, a faster heartbeat, wanting to do things that he approved of, all of it – and he had a startling revelation. One for which he had to seek solitude in order to fully process.

Love.

It was something he’d never experienced before, and something he never thought he would experience. Not that he thought that he was somehow incapable of it, but rather that it was just one of the many things about civilian life that was on the boom of his priority list. He’d experienced comradery, friendships among his brothers and sisters in-arms that went deeper than simply ghting with one another… but never this sort of Love.

This particular feeling of trust and companionship, a desire to help and assist, and even Lust, all melded together into one, painfully intense feeling. He didn’t know what to make of it… so he didn’t.

For now, he believed that it’d be too dangerous to get involved with you. He was a soldier – someone who could die at any moment, or be called to battles that lasted for months at a time – and you deserved beer than that.

You deserved someone who was guaranteed to be able to stay.

And he wanted to give you what you deserved, and nothing less.

[lynne-monstr]

it's another great day to be obsessed with soup! today's soup is red lentil and ngl it is amazing

[voxmilia]

M.ash has never hit full blown hyperfixation status for me but it sure does pop up in my actual hyperfixations without warning

Aka I'm mindlessly listening to a video about a.nimal c.rossing villager facts and I get jumpscared because the eagle villager P.ierce's catchphrase is h.awkeye

[paperstarry]

star star star i uh i know we don't talk much? but um yeah so hello my lovely mutual i wanted to ask, since i knew you are also a fire emblem three houses enjoyer so i wanted to ask about your ships for that game? just because i am curious 🥺

also i hope you are having a good day <3

Hi Rock!!!

Omg you're opening Pandora's Box with this ask, I ship so much in 3H, do you have an hour-

My favourite ship is Netteflix (Felix/Annette), I've been obsessing over their support for 5 years now <3 (everyone who knows me knows I will Not shut up about these two dorks lmao. The amount of AUs I created for them is unreasonable).

A close second is Ashe/Caspar, I love both characters individually and together they are so cute and fun!!! Cat dads!! Wandering Adventurers!! Big eaters!!! I need them to hold hands.

I also like Sylvain/Ingrid (him being a big charmer and her being the only one who can resist his charm!!!! Also whatever is wrong with Sylvain), Yuri/Bernadetta (childhood friends separated and reunited??? The DRAMA that was Yuri being hired to assassinate her!!!), Dedue/Mercedes (the end of their C Support left me in shambles), Hilda/Marianne (their ending card is so sweet and I swear Hilda gave Marianne the most gorgeous engagement ring), Dorothea/Edelgard (she wrote her a song/opera!! Also they have hot vampire vibes together) and many more....

What about you???

(hope you have a good day too <3)

[yeoldenews]

It’s Dear Santa time again!

Every year since 2010, I have spent the month of December posting children's Dear Santa letters.

Publishing letters to Santa in the newspaper first became widely popular in the late-1890s, though scattered newspapers did so as early as the mid-1880s. I believe this sudden explosion in popularity was at least partially the result of the famed "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause" editorial which was published in The New York Sun in September of 1897.

In large cities Dear Santa letters often acted as a method of getting needed clothing and supplies to impoverished children when parents might be ashamed to ask for charity. Subscribers to the newspaper could choose a child’s letter and provide the items they asked for. The most common requests were shoes and coats.

Sometimes newspapers offered prizes for the best letter (which I suspect often acted as another clandestine form of charity as the winners were often letters asking for basic clothing and school supplies.) Though these prizes could range from the ordinary (a sled or a doll) to the extravagant (a $20 gold piece or a live pony.)

Often local stores would enter children in a drawing if they mentioned the store in their letter - which on occasion would result in children hilariously name-dropping every store in town just in case.

Writing Dear Santa letters was also commonly an activity done at school, often following some rough form letter. These letters are fairly easy to spot as they often hype up what a good student the child was and include effusive praise for their teacher (who would likely see the letter before it was sent.)

So why have I spent hundreds of hours of my life over the last decade reading tens of thousands of these letters?

Children's voices are largely absent from the historical record.

Dear Santa letters offer an extremely rare opportunity to see history unfold through children's eyes - in their own (often creatively spelled) words.

1914′s “Remember the children in Belgium” becomes 1918′s “Please visit my brother in France”.

During the Great Depression the very common phrase “I know you’re poor this year too Santa” gives a glimpse into parents' attempts to explain to their children why they might not be getting as much this year.

1939′s “Be careful flying over Europe” becomes 1945′s “Since the war is over you’re making bb-guns again right?”

Requests for toy flying machines become aeroplanes become fighter jets become space shuttles.

Dolls and wagons become Shirley Temple merchandise and Erector Sets become Barbies and Star Wars action figures.

But through all these changes one thing remains clear throughout 130+ years of letters to Santa, despite the rapidly changing world around them - children have always been children.

I hope you enjoy these letters as much as I do! (All decade+ of posts are tagged “Dear Santa” if you’d like to see more than just this year’s selection.)

I wish you all a wonderful holiday season! I hope you can delight in whatever brings you joy, be that family, friends, food or just curling up with a hot cocoa and a good book.

But whatever you do, please don't forget the true meaning of the season - feeling awful sorry for Patti.

Hapy Holadays and Marry Crimes!

[kaivenom]

Warnings: cuts, blood, mentions of sex, just Patrick Hockstetter Masterlist

You lie down on bed, body arching from the previous activity, you insides feel like disolving and the cuts on your tights burning. You let out a small groan while you roll on the bed, trying not to make him aware of your pain. Patrick is humming a song while he starts to dress up, then he would go down your window like he always does.

"I am going." you could only huff at that, you won't ussually do that but tonight you feel extremely sensible, "What did you just did?"

"Why don't you can stay with me for one night?"

His intimidating figure got again on the bed and catched your wrists, never breaking that infamous eye-contact, neither did you. Seeing that you didn't flinch or get scared, he proceeded to pinch your nipples, a little to hard. You huffed again but didn't break eye contact.

"Bastard," you managed to get out of his grip, "i give all my body to you and you can't lay next to me for a couple of hours, go to your house but don't try to get here anymore."

You rolled and put a pillow above your head, like a little child. You expected a slap or another cut but you felt his weight falling next to you.

"Don't expect this very often, but i suppose that since you are the best fuck i have, maybe i should try to keep you... not sad, i don't want you to kill you because you try to escape."

Even with that crazy threat, you couldn't feel anything more that hapiness or at least, relieve.

[benjinoff13]

thunderbolts spoiler below

antonia’s story

i’m not exaggerating when i say i’ve seen no one talk about antonia’s death while i had a huge problem with it, and when i say huge problem i mean that it made the entire movie almost unenjoyable for me

besides yelena, antonia was the character i was most excited to see because let’s be honest, who gives a fuck about john walker or ava what’s her name

i understand not everyone liked antonia or cares about her but to people who love nat and black widow she should be important and so she is to me, her story was so intense and is so heavily tied to natasha and yelena

natasha tried to kill dreykov to join shield and in turn she thought she killed a child, this arguably is one of her biggest motivations in everything until black widow for her to join the avengers, to be better and save as many people as she can save and clear her consciousness and wash the blood off her hands

in black widow her and yelena find out antonia is alive but because of that went trough something probably even worse than yelena and nat, antonia arguably is very similar to bucky but gets a fraction of the respect and love he does, she was chemically subjugated into becoming a killing machine, didn’t get to chose who she worked for and was forced to work for her father who i think is the worst villain in the mcu and is responsible for more blood and grief than anyone, this perhaps is something only women can understand

in black widow yelena and natasha saved her and the look on her face is something i will always remember, the pure horror of her realization, her literal and metaphorical scars that are inflicted by the same person that saves her from them will forever be in the back of nat’s and yelena’s mind

and she’s saved, she, like all the other widows, gets the opportunity to make something of herself, to find hapiness and heal, and instead she can’t and goes back to doing what she knows best which is killing and inflicting chaos, same as yelena does

then she appears in the group and is so close to the opportunity all of the others get, she’s so close to finding family and healing from her trauma but instead of giving her that opportunity marvel choses to kill her off in the most irrelevant and disrespectful manner possible

instead of the character that consciously brutally kills an innocent man or the character no one even remembers, antonia of all people gets killed off, i understand they wanted to shock the audience but doing that by killing off a character who is the epitome of what the movie is supposed to be about is not the way, to me it seems like marvel didn’t know what to do with her and killed her off without a second thought

her death gets mentioned 1,5 times and yelena only seems to care very little eventhough she played a huge part in saving antonia and should relate to her an infinite amount

lastly marvel did a terrible job promoting the movie by implying that antonia would be a part of the thunderbolts and was going to be in the movie as much as the other characters, the exact same thing happened to maria hill in secret invasion, this seems to be a trend with marvel, they have a strong female character with a complicated past and an armory of potential but instead of bringing them to life like they would with any male character, they kill them off in a way that leaves the story completely unchanged making their deaths absolutely meaningless

every time i think marvel is taking a step in the right direction when it comes to feminism and diversity, they take two steps back

letting the female characters close the zippers on their suits and giving them flat shoes isn’t enough, they need to actually be written as well as the men, quality AND quantity-wise

two other great posts about this topic are this one about nat’s connection to this and this one about dreykov as a villain

[meanbossart]

I was wondering, what with the lovely couple aiming to cure Astarion's vampirism and all–

when the time actually comes, if ever, for Astarion to take that leap and abandon immortality, would DU!Drow have second thoughts? Perhaps, even, try stopping him? Not because he doesn't want Astarion to be happy, but because he would begin to age and has new vulnerabilities, making DU!Drow immensely paranoid/insecure.

This came to me because of the Bhaalist!AU where we see him sabotage Astarion's ascension. I mean, I'm going to assume he's much less toxic in the canon path 👀

Yes he is not as humongous of an ass canonically, LOL. Still an asshole, but he's very earnest and fairly eager to learn how to be a better person to those he cares about, not to mention the random bout of stranger's empathy here and there.

But for your actual question, it depends! There are two wolves inside the man: one who suffers whenever he has to see Astarion being hindered by his vampirism, and one who still secretly enjoys him depending on him to an extent because of it. There is also a third, secret wolf called "maybe he's trying to be okay with this vampire thing and he would be better off for it, actually" that has been trying to crawl its way to the forefront on two broken legs for months, but we ignore that one.

And, of course, DU drow is easily swayed by Astarion's will when he puts things just the right way to convince him - which he knows how to do. If becoming mortal was a snap of the fingers away, all Astarion would have to do is get the wet eyes out and he would probably get his way.

His "baby please I only wish to take one last mortal piss before I perish for good" face. (I was laughing at some screenshots on another tab and had to come up with an excuse to put this one here, sorry.)

Anyways, while DU drow is canonically and vehemently searching for a "cure" for Astarion, his actual opinions on how the outcome of such would affect them vary depending on the day you ask him about it, and just how much thought you can assuade him to put into it. Things definitely begin to fall apart when you press.

But, generally, I think spawn Astarion would be ecstatic about having his mortality back. Sure, that means foregoing things like eternal "life" and regenerative powers, but no longer having to worry about daylight, rivers, and holy artefacts would very much balance it out. Astarion's hapiness would be enough to give DU drow the necessary peace of mind when facing any of the related downsides.

Also - they are still relatively ambitious and power-hungry. When time started rolling through, DU drow would prooooobably come up with the brilliant idea to pursue some other means of immortality for themselves, which for the record I think is absolutely hysterical and says a lot about the guy's thought process (FIRST, we cure you of your vampirism, THEN, we give you immortal life - the logic is infallible).

But also this is all presupposing he wouldn't come to accept Astarion's eventual death through old age just through like, you know, personal growth. I don't have these guys' lives planned from start to finish, and anything could happen.

(As an addendum, this ask isn't about my thoughts on whether or not it is thematically better for Astarion to turn back or not - I'm just entertaining the concept.)

[mickyschumacher]

NGL I LOVE UR WORK... ive been hopping thru ur m.list since the last hour.... its currently 1 am and i have an essay to finish before 8 am(im sure my prof will give me more time ik dey love me) anywasy i was wondering if u could do an enemies to lovers with Lewis((like really hated eachother)the reader could be a driver its oky don mind what she does) and then they were arguing abt sumting lewis says something thats completely out of the line and she starts crying in front him then he just kinda leaves her be, a few days later he would go on then apologize to her abt wat he said and then more fluff. (just ignore this if ur not into it or not takin a request at the moment. but im actually just hapi i kind of got the courage to ask u for a request also ur stories are soooo good i admire and envy u at the same time.)

[RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: as lewis's former teammate, there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. but a bad move from lewis puts him completely out of line.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: enemies to lovers trope!, poor humour, some fluff, in depth moment of an alternated 2021 wdc (apologies in advance), therefore ANGST, bad race jargon, horner and masi discussed :(, mention of intermittent explosive disorder, misogyny, allusion to racism (not from the reader ofc!), shitting on the fia for a bit, lewis kinda being a dick for probably an unfair reason lol, a proclamation of feelings from sir lewis himself

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lewis hamilton x red bull!driver!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: you're too sweet to me! 🤧 i couldn't tell if you wanted this to be romantic but i went that way in the end! hope this was good! ♡︎ very very loosely based of swift's 'right where you left me'. but if you argued it wasn't, i would be inclined to agree. proof-read...ish?

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

No one ever truly understood your move to Red Bull. It was in 2019, far from when Max was practically living on pole, so Red Bull wasn't exactly a threat to Mercedes, your previous team. Toto had even put a three-year extension on the table several months before your contract came close to expiring.

Yet you had chosen to sign with the devil.

When the commentators, journalists, and fans took a closer look at your decision, the only thing they could all collectively agree on was that you had moved to Red Bull because of Lewis Hamilton. Because you both couldn't keep your differences aside and Lewis had finally struck your last nerve.

While you weren't quite sure about the last part, the first was true. You had Lewis had never ever exactly met eye-to-eye. Every F1 driver had a specific style of driving. You liked to call Lewis' the 'calm before the storm'. He raced with a composure and maturity that most drivers did not hold. He was particularly calculative and the everyone loved him.

You, on the other hand, had given yourself a new nickname along side 'Flash 13' because you did everything in a flash: you overtook ruthlessly and calculated, you pushed the car till it was undrivable, and you were decisive to the very nanosecond. But you had also garnered yourself the name 'IED', after the behavioural disorder.

In part this nickname was due to the misogyny you faced as the only current female driver in F1 but also due to the sheer anger that bursted out of you whenever you encountered Lewis.

The amount of warnings Toto had given the both of you was simply endless. He had even resorted to putting you two with the team therapist.

The source of your hatred for each other was as clear as day. You hated Lewis' arrogance because somehow it was even worse than Rosberg, Alonso, Räikkönen, and Verstappen. And Lewis hated you for your 'perspective'. You didn't know what he initially meant by that but you regretted asking him. He said you needed to be stronger to be in F1 and that you were far too soft-hearted. Right after you had gotten your first ever pole.

It was ridiculous, to say the least.

No F1 driver was soft-hearted. You were all, simply put, a bunch of dicks. Not literally, of course. Naturally, following that comment, Lewis had pissed you off. He hadn't even had a second to know you before even making that judgement. It was ironic as well, considering your nickname that labelled your anger.

After watching Lewis win several championship titles with you following multiple places behind and seeing you only get angrier with each other, you had decided to call it quits for Mercedes. If people were going to take your annoyance and frustrations with amusement, you were going to head to the angriest team of all and leave your former team fuming.

Two years later, in 2021, you had finally gotten the perfect opportunity.

You hadn't really a clue how exactly Red Bull had made the 2021 car so well that you were matching the speed of Mercedes' car but you didn't care. You were matching Lewis. And Christian Horner was a happy man. A sexist prick but a happy man nonetheless.

Pole was either Lewis' or yours. Either he was a Grand Prix winner or you were. It was a game of cat and mouse, always in a constant pursuit of each other. The same went from your team leaders, Toto and Christian, who practically had the race director, Masi, on speed dial.

And by Abu Dhabi, you were equally tied, locked at 369.5 points. It hadn't been easy after getting penalised for multiple incidents against Lewis, but you were here. Lewis was trying to get his eighth championship and you your first.

You weren't sure how this was going to end. Heck, no one could've predicted what happened that day. But all you knew was that you were not going down without a fight.

You secured pole in Abu Dhabi which had put the entirety of Mercedes and F1 on edge. After a discussion with your engineer and several strategists, you had opted for soft tyres to further your advantage over Lewis.

Despite all of that, it was Lewis who had led the first corner after those red lights had gone out. It was only by turn six did you even get a lead. But it was a moment too short as your former teammate regained his top position by going off into the damn run-off area of the track.

You didn't need to scream in annoyance. You couldn't hear Horner, but deep down you knew he had already called up Masi, demanding an investigation. Your engineer reported to you that the stewards had dismissed it. The gap between you and Lewis was getting bigger, the race was coming to and end, and you knew you needed a miracle towards the end of the race if you wanted to win.

And that miracle was called Nicholas Latifi. The poor guy had crashed into Mick and the safety car was out on the tracks. Thankfully, they were both okay, but the timing of it was simply impeccable.

You had pitted to get new soft tyres and Mercedes was on the fence about heading to the pit lane in fear of the race restarting. So Lewis didn't pit. Miracle 2.

You re-joined the track with five lapped cars in between you and Lewis. And soon enough, Race Control had given the dooming message: lapped cars were not allowed to overtake.

The taste in your mouth was bitter. You had cussed out Horner, asking why you were even seeing these lapped cars in front of you.

Then came Race Control again: only the five cars in between you and Lewis were allowed to overtake. Miracle 3.

But of course, F1 had a flair for the dramatics. Because you were fucking restarting. Putting you and Lewis on a tight show-down for the final lap.

The bad news? Lewis hadn't pitted yet.

The good news? You could overtake Lewis. Miracle 4.

And the headline? You won.

You fucking won.

You were F1's first female champion in history.

You made history... or, well, herstory?

Yes it was controversial. Yes it was dramatic. Yes, questionable decisions had been made.

But you won.

By the time you had gotten out of your car and finished with screaming and crying in pure happiness, you had finally caught a glimpse of Lewis.

A small part of you felt bad. You knew for a fact, that these decisions weren't 'human error' as the FIA would go on to claim the following year in Bahrain.

It was entertainment. It was business. It was money.

You had both worked so hard this year. But the fight between an F1 driver breaking the record for the most championship titles and the first possible female champion in F1 was too good to resist.

Things between you and Lewis after Abu Dhabi hadn't gotten worse. You just talked far less than you normally did. You barely argued with each other anymore. It was disconcerting to say the least. Especially now that you were struggling to match Max's pace, always coming second or third as per the instructions of your engineer. For a moment you thought, what was the point of winning if you weren't going to win again?

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You were still determined. Beating your own teammate would be hard. But you weren't a stranger to the idea. You had spent years trying to beat Lewis while purposely being the support for him to win. They were two actions they didn't go together but it had happened.

That being said, the venture was proving to be more difficult than you anticipated. In fact, it had caused a full collision with Lewis in the first lap of the Qatar Grand Prix.

You were so focused on beating Max you hadn't taken a second to look around you.

"What the fuck was that?" Lewis' voice invaded the air as he barged into your driver's room, ridden with sweat and still in his racing gear.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. I didn't see you. It was my fault. End of story," You told him curtly, not really wanting talk to Lewis any further.

"Damn right, you didn't see me. You could've taken me or anyone out! Are you so fucking stuck up your ass that you couldn't see me?" Lewis asked incredulously.

You scoffed at his accusation. It was true. But you didn't like when the truth fell from his lips... especially not when they sounded like that.

"Lewis, drop it. No one got hurt. Let's just move on okay?" You queried, annoyance dripping from your voice.

"Why? Can't handle the truth, L/N?" He laughed gently, almost mocking you. "Right... you were always like that."

You snapped your head towards him, raising a sharp brow. "Excuse me?" You spat as if to say he was becoming dangerously close to crossing a line he did not want to cross.

Lewis folded his arms, shrugging nonchalantly. "What? You don't like the truth. It's simple. I told you that you need to be stronger because you're too soft-hearted. And you hated that. And now that I'm telling you that you're selfish, you obviously can't handle it."

"Oh my God, you are one to talk. Lewis, you are so blinded by your arrogance that you can't see anyone else win. That's why you can't accept that I won right?"

"Not Abu Dhabi, aga–"

"Yes, Lewis, Abu Dhabi again. You are so fucking sour about losing that even when the hate targeted me, you let it. You let them say that my win was due to race and gender. Me, Lewis, out of all people, me."

No matter your differences, you had stuck up for Lewis on many accounts when it came to the FIA, 'fans', and haters. But he wasn't there for you.

You could see dark expression fall onto Lewis' face. "That's not true, Y/N."

"Then what was it Lewis?" You flailed your hands in exasperation. "Because you sure as hell didn't come to my aid."

"Because you didn't deserve it!"

You blinked blankly, arms falling to your side. Your mind took a minute to process the words that had fallen from his lips in mere seconds.

Lewis' face dropped as realisation struck him. What the fuck did he just say? "Y/N, I–"

"Get out," You grumbled.

Lewis did a double-take on the fresh line of tears accumulating on your waterline. He took a step closer to you, hands reaching out. "No, no, no, Y/N, I–" But your words made him stop.

"Lewis, get the fuck out of here before I start screaming like the bitch everyone thinks I am."

You watched Lewis return his hands to the side, clenching his jaw tightly as he made way to the door of your room. He stopped briefly, hesitating to open the door, taking one last glance at you before leaving.

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Four days.

You had pondered in deep thought for four days. And after 72 hours, one thing had become obvious to you.

Lewis wasn't with you or any of the other drivers. He was still in 2021, right where you had left him. Not a second had gone by for Lewis where he hadn't thought about Abu Dhabi.

What if he had just pushed for Bono and Toto to get him in that pit lane?

What if he had veered the car a little to the side and you didn't overtake him?

Lewis was still reliving the worst moment of his career and his life and everyone had moved on. Sure, every fan and commentator talked about it time to time. But it was something of the past.

To say you didn't deserve your championship title... you had heard it from several 'fans' and insignificant others. But to hear it from Lewis? It fucking killed you.

You cared about his opinion more than anyone in the world. And he knew that.

You would've never said anything as shitty as that to him or anyone for that matter.

You had worked your ass off to get to F1. Fuck, you had won F2 two fucking times because no one was willing to let a girl on their team... into a man's sport. Every driver worked hard to a certain degree. But you were a girl who didn't grow up with the means of driving yourself to your death every day. If everyone worked hard, you had worked ten times harder.

Everyone knew that you and Lewis had fought. And by the looks of it, they also knew it was far worse than your normal fights. You wouldn't look at him, you refused to speak to him, you spent minimal time in the same room, you had even paid your media fines in full to avoid everyone...

Max had even become some sort of bodyguard, telling Lewis to turn back around when he neared the Red Bull garage.

All of this protection, and yet, he had still found you in your favourite place. The one you both came to when you needed to become level-headed. The top stand of any empty Grand Prix, in this case the México Grand Prix, where the air felt a little bit cooler against your heated skin and you could think for even it was for just a second.

You sucked in a sharp breath, seeing Lewis in your periphery while you were firmly seated. He looked nervous, chewing on his bottom lip and taking cautious glances at you.

"Hey," Lewis greeted, making you raise a brow at his lame entrance.

You forced yourself to look at the rest of the empty seats in front of you. "Hey," You mumbled back, trying to swallow the bitter taste in your mouth.

An unsettling silence enveloped the both of you. You were sure Lewis was here to apologise. But you could also tell he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not in a selfish way. But in the most guiltiest way possible.

You sighed. "How are you?" You asked gently, peeking out of the corner of your eye.

Lewis winced at your question. Leave it up to you to still be this kind after what he had said to you. "Sorry. I'm so so sorry," He rasped, voice raw with the pain that had been gnawing away at him ever since those god forbidden words had left his mouth.

You nodded slowly, taking another deep breath. "I know you're going to call me soft-hearted but what you said really fucking hurt, Lew," You jested with a brief smile.

Lewis grimaced at your poor humour, before his ears perked up at the old nickname you had given him when you first started getting on each other's nerves. "I know. I'm an idiot for saying something like that. Or that you're soft-hearted. You've worked so hard for all of this. You absolutely deserve everything and that win was only the first of many, I'm a hundred percent sure of it. Your Dutch shortie doesn't really know what's coming."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile after huffing in amusement at his diss towards Max. "Thank you," you told him earnestly. "Although, I am quite positive he is like almost ten centimetres taller than you. But, thanks anyways."

Lewis rolled his eyes. "Have you seen me? You don't think I give off tall energy?"

"You mean tall in insults?" You joked, grinning at the blank look on Lewis' face.

Lewis sighed. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean any of it. And by 'it', I mean all of the insults and fights. I was just disappointed in myself. Even more so that I didn't stand up for you. I'm so sorry."

You drew your eyebrows together, turning your body to face him. Confusion filled you. "Then why did you say it at all?"

"I–" Lewis blew out a small laugh. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Lewis, can you not see me dying here? Like a whole kitchen set of knives in my back?" You deadpanned.

Lewis rolled his eyes again. So dramatic.

He brought his hands together, staring at you briefly before looking at the empty stand. "Well, obviously, I heard of you before you joined Mercedes. I thought it was ridiculous that you had to get two F2 championships to get a seat, but anyways, I digress. Toto told me, he was considering you even though you had never been in the junior team.

And I remember just being so fucking jealous of you. Toto was consumed by you. He and Horner had been fighting for your seat for so long and now that they finally had an open seat, it was chaos. Toto won, obviously. And then we met each other in person for the first time and I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world."

You felt your heart begin to race and your skin heat at the sudden proclamation. "You... you what?"

Lewis smoothly glossed over the compliment. "And then we had our first quali together and you beat me. You got pole on your first race. So you were talented and beautiful. A crime, might I add.

And so when you came to tell me, you were so excited with all your talent and beauty, I was pissed. Because out of all things in the world, I had gotten an amazing competitor I was bound to feel for. I thought that by saying you were soft-hearted and all, it would get on your bad side and it would make me less attracted to you. It didn't. It got worse while it got easier to pretend to hate you."

You blinked blankly at him, cheeks aflame. Lewis Hamilton liked you. Your stupid teammate? The same one who's eighth championship you arguably took? "I'm sorry... hold up, we've been fighting for years because I'm a hot, talented, gifted, smart driver and you're a simp?"

Lewis squinted his brown eyes at you. "I did not include all those adjectives."

"I mean... that's basically what you said," You shrugged, flickering your eyes to the setting sun.

Where did all the damn cool air go? You wondered, pressing your hands to your flushed cheeks and feeling your soft palm absorb the molten lava known as your skin.

Lewis chuckled, picking up your flustered reaction quickly. He watched as you suddenly stood up. "Okay, well I'm... I'm going to meet Hugh and find a way to beat Max. See ya!"

Lewis paused, grabbing your wrist. "Wait? What? You aren't going comment about what I just said?"

You eyed his hold on your wrist: it was searing you. You turned to him, lowering your head to meet his gaze. You briefly looked down at his lips before looking back up. "I think I prefer hating you."

Lewis felt you press your lips on his cheek before walking past him. He watched your retreating figure, your kiss feeling heavy on his face, putting him right where you had left him: absolutely and utterly smitten.

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[reijikaw]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! @gratifyingdays (sorry fir the ping and happy easer!!) :(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ'):

hopefully km not late !!! u are rewlly cool and thamk u so much for the giantic burger that day!! ive always thought u were super cool didi mention ur so cool! sprry for thr somewhat uncannon fanarr… immstil newb…. thank u for being u ^_^ habve a hapi yaoiful day

part2 of thengift will be comkmg soon…

(W/O TEXT)

[fineghkst]

How Eris acts around his mate

warnings: kinda suggestive; mentions of beron (ew)

At the moment he finds out

Eris pretends everything is fine. No one could tell he just felt the bond snapping into place. He is a portrait of coldness as always. When Eris was younger, he expected and dreamed on having a mate, but once he grew up and discovered what his father was capable of (mostly with his mother and after what happened to Jesminda), the oldest Vanserra hoped to never finding a mate.

Eris rather to be alone than watching his mate’s life turning into a living hell because of the bond. And after the Cauldron united your souls together, he felt pure fear running through his veins.

How he acts?

As I said before, the bond truly terrifies Eris. Not because of you, but his father. If wasn’t for Beron, Eris would definitely be more around you and demonstrate how he feels (if there’s no Beron, he would definitely be constantly flirting with his mate), but he can’t, so honestly, he kinda turns into a ghost after he felt the bond. Better saying, he acts like you’re a ghost who is haunting him, because this male is avoiding you a lot.

Even so, Eris can’t be rude to you, he can’t act like an asshole like he easily does with anyone else. He tries to keep his distance and avoid to have long conversations with you, yet he always is discreetly watching you across the room, secretly admiring. Somedays it’s really hard for him to fight the instinct to be near his mate and he allows himself to daydream of how your life together could be.

Attentive eyes (I mean, very very observant eyes) could notice how his eyes soften when he sees you.

Will he tell anyone?

Definitely NOT. Eris is keeping the bond for himself for all the reasons I said before. He is good at keeping secrets and wont let this slip. Well, at least this is what he thought, because Lucien realized how Eris behavior slightly changed when the subject of a conversation were you.

It didn’t take long for Lucien to discover you were mates. Eris made Lucien make an oath that he wouldn’t tell anyone about it, especially you. However, Eris felt relieved for being able to talk to his brother about his concerns envolving you.

When his mate feels the bond

He doesn’t know how to react, it’s like he is paralyzed. It was easy to keep it as a secret when he was the only one aware of the bond, but once you felt it to and confronted him about it? Eris has to make a decision if he’s going to live in the midst of the terror his father’s cause or choose to be with you.

And he chooses you. Even if he’s scared for you being hurt, the heir of the Autumn Court is ready to face Beron. Eris will burn the whole world to keep you safe if he must, even if you decide to not accept the bond.

When his mate accepts the bond

Eris never felt this type of hapiness before. The matebond is the purest piece of his life, a part of his soul that wasn’t corrupted. Eris feels like he was wandering alone in the dark for a long time, but once he has you by his side, Vanserra realizes that he never will have to be alone again. He loves and trusts you more than anything.

Once you hand him a piece of an apple pie you made for him in a signal to acceptance, Eris give it a small bite before colliding his body against yours. You not only find out that Autumn Court males really have fire in their veins, but also that it’s one hard to extinguish.

Things he loves to do with his mate

He loves to spend every available time with his mate. His favorite thing is when you tell about your past and he finds out a new information about you, affectionately saving it in his memory

Eris also loves to go out with you to walk with his dogs (that turn into your dogs as well) at the sunset, to go on travels together and when you have time to drink some tea together, so can he tell you how his day went. Similar to Azriel, Eris adores his mate’s company.

Eris loves the sensation of when he tugs the bond randomly, just to check how you are and receives another tug in answer.

Does he often gets jealous?

He is a pretty confident male and trusts you a lot, so it’s rare for him to feel jealous. If someone flirts with you, Eris will either wait for you to dismiss the person or coolly approach you with a mischevious grin, placing a hand on your waist while the person who was flirting with you gets pale as they realize you are the future High Lord’s mate

Favorite body part

He genuinely thinks you’re perfect, like you’re made for him. However, Eris is truly obsessed with your mouth, not only because he loves to kiss it, but also for every smile you give.

PDA

DEFINITELY INTO PDA. Eris doesn’t care if you’re in public, he will always demonstrate affection towards you, loving to feel the warmth of your body against his skin. It is impossible for him to stay away, mostly after he forced himself to keep his distance from you for so long as soon as he felt the bond.

Always holds your hands or have a hand placed on your waist or thighs.

How often he says “I love you?”

He says it a lot but I think he would rather demonstrate it by acts, throught quality time, gift giving (a lot) and physical touch (also a lot).

Protectiveness

If Beron still alive, Eris will constantly worry about your safety. You are definitely being escorted by a trustful guard chosen by Eris himself if you need to go somewhere in the Autumn Court and he can’t accompany you.

At some point, you got really pissed off to always having a shadow following you everywhere and ended up fighting with Eris. He understands and agrees it’s too much, realizing it’s better for you to learn to defend yourself, becoming independent.

By the way, he is super proud when you start to kick the Autumn guards asses.

Random bonus

Eris is not only a great dancer, but also a great teacher, so he will teach his mate all the Autumn Court traditional dances. He looks foward for the time of the dance training sessions with you, barely being able to wait to guide you in the new dance steps.

He loves to show off his mate during every ball, you two dancing in perfect synchrony while the crowd that watches you gets breathless.

[ferditheas]

Every FE3H ending with children

I could ramble a bit here about why I love ending cards in Fire Emblem games - and 3H especially - but this post is going to be long enough already. So, in this post: I comb through every ending in FE3H and see which ones mention the characters having children.

Some endings are a bit ambiguous on if there are kids (like Ferdinand & Mercedes) - for the sake of this post, only explicit mentions are included. Please let me know if I missed any!

Here are some interesting facts:

Mercedes has the most, with five endings (not counting variations) mentioning children - due to the fact she starts orphanages in many of her endings.

Overall, the Black Eagles seem to be the most baby-happy house - but interestingly enough, NONE of them have kids with Byleth. Blue Lions, Golden Deer, and Ashen Wolves each have two students who have kids with Byleth.

Azure Moon seems to lead to a baby bust. Felix & Ingrid + Sylvain & Byleth, who have kids in all of their other endings, don't have any kids in AM.

Dedue is the only retainer to not have any kid endings. I initially thought Dimitri didn't get any kids either, but I was later corrected - he does have a son in his Gilbert ending.

Edelgard & Ferdinand

"Their children, born to those who had torn down the old social hierarchy, were encouraged to choose their own paths."

Hubert & Petra

"Their shared home in the western Fódlan village of Nuvelle was filled with their many children, suggesting a loving union."

Ferdinand & Dorothea

"It is said that their children filled their loving household with beautiful music ever after."

Ferdinand & Manuela

"[...] Ferdinand stayed behind, minding his own lands and looking after their child."

(in Crimson Flower, Manuela travels as the Prime Minister - in other routes, she's doing other political work.)

Ferdinand & Constance

"They had many children, including one who became well-known in her own right for the advancements she brought to her mother's research."

Linhardt & Petra

"It is said that the couple maintained a healthy and affectionate relationship, and that they raised many happy children together."

Linhardt & Flayn

"Over a decade later, well after the Officers Academy had been rebuilt, something strange happened. A sleepy young girl with antiquated clothing and the Major Crest of Cethleann enrolled. Over the next two years, a young boy and girl with that same Crest also enrolled. Though Crest scholars deduced that they must be siblings, the truth of their lineage was never definitely proven."

Caspar & Bernadetta

"Among these Articles was the provision that, when counting their large quantity of children, Caspar was not to accidentally count his wife among them."

Caspar & Hilda

"The couple raised many children, and were said to have a notoriously lively household."

Dorothea & Hanneman

"Hanneman also became a father in more literal sense, by raising many children with his wife, Dorothea."

Dimitri & Gilbert

"Though he bristled slightly at Dimitri's request to look after and tutor the young prince, it is said that Gustave took on that duty with due patience and solemnity for the remainder of his life."

Felix & Ingrid (NOT Azure Moon)

"They skirted the line between life and death countless times in their dangerous work, but once they had a child, they settled down in a small farming village far from their homeland. With all but each other left behind, they began a warm and tranquil life as a family."

Ashe & Hapi

"They were also blessed with many children, and their home was always so busy and full of merriment that there was never an occasion to sigh. It is said that Hapi took such delight in recounting Ashe's stories to their children that it became hard to believe she had ever despised knights."

Sylvain & Byleth (Verdant Wind/Silver Snow)

"Sylvain happily settled down after marriage and became a gentle and devoted husband and father. The two had many children whom they doted on equally, regardless of whether or not they bore a Crest."

Sylvain & Byleth (Crimson Flower)

"In time, the two had a large and loving family. They lived happily and loved their children equally, regardless of whether or not they bore a Crest."

Sylvain & Mercedes

"The couple built a loving home life, surrounded by happy children, and when Sylvain at last passed away, he was succeeded by his oldest child, who bore no Crest."

Sylvain & Ingrid

"The couple had many children, and while not one of them bore a Crest, they were all equally and wholeheartedly loved."

Mercedes (Crimson Flower)

"Mercedes left home and opened a small orphanage in the Faerghus region with her mother. There, she took in and raised children who had lost their families in the war, regardless of their blood or circumstances of birth. It is said that, in the town which grew around this orphanage, the children never failed to smile."

Mercedes & Byleth (Crimson Flower)

"When at last the fight was done, they moved to a small village in the Faerghus region and started an orphanage. There they took in and raised children who had lost their families in the war, regardless of their blood or circumstances of birth. It is said that Mercedes was never happier than when she was surrounded by smiling children, free of all worry."

Mercedes & Annette (Crimson Flower)

"After the war, Annette and Mercedes lived separate lives: the former as a teacher at the school of sorcery in Fhirdiad, the latter as the proprietor of an orphanage in a village in the Faerghus region. Though they lived apart, they exchanged letters so frequently and shared their lives with one another in such detail that it was as though they were side by side. After many decades, Annette decided to resign from her post and move to the village where Mercedes lived to help run the orphanage."

Mercedes & Ignatz (NOT Crimson Flower)

"Mercedes left home for a life as a cleric at Garreg Mach. There, she took in and raised children who had lost their families in the war, regardless of the circumstances of their birth or bloodline."

Mercedes & Ignatz (Crimson Flower)

"Mercedes left home and opened a small orphanage in the Faerghus region with her mother. There, she took in and raised children who had lost their families in the war, regardless of their blood or circumstances of birth."

Ingrid & Claude

"The couple must have loved one another deeply, for they happily raised many children together."

Lorenz & Byleth (Verdant Wind/Silver Snow)

"The queen followed, entrusting the throne to the prince. It is said that he was the spitting image of his father."

Lorenz & Byleth (Azure Moon)

"Lorenz and the archbishop resigned their positions, entrusting rule of House Gloucester to their son. It is said that he was the spitting image of his father."

Lorenz & Byleth (Crimson Flower)

"Byleth followed suit, and they entrusted House Gloucester to their son. It is said that he was the spitting image of his father, right down to his signature red rose."

Lysithea & Byleth (Verdant Wind/Silver Snow)

"When the rebuilding effort was complete, the couple and their children enjoyed long and peaceful lives."

Lysithea & Byleth (Azure Moon)

"Once the rebuilding effort was complete, the couple and their two children enjoyed long and peaceful lives in the lively household they built together."

Yuri & F!Byleth (NOT Crimson Flower)

"Constantly at her side during that time was her husband, Yuri, whose policy proposals led, time and again, to better education and opportunities for the less fortunate—a legacy that was later taken up by the couple's children."

Hapi & Byleth (Crimson Flower)

"Afterward, the couple vanished without a trace—at least until someone claiming to be a descendant produced a chronicle of their lives."

Flayn & Byleth

"When Fódlan was finally restored, the couple left the throne to their children and retired to a royal villa on the Rhodos Coast of western Fódlan."

Manuela & Byleth (NOT Crimson Flower)

"The happiness of the couple and their children was plain to see on the faces that were immortalized in family portraits."

Shamir & Byleth

"As a couple, their daily lives were busy indeed, and both were famously taciturn, but it is said that they cherished their quiet time together—especially once they began to have children."

[tiredtaffy]

obsessed with him. i’ll explain why i make him like this under the read more. this WILL be long so uh get ready for that. there WILL BE SPOILERS FOR KITTEN BURST UNDER. if you aren’t okay with that do not click.

okay so i have a lot of thoughts about kitten burst (it is a good game go play it NOW if you haven’t >:D) but my friends @buginyourcomputer and @larachnae watched me stream it and when hugo came up i voiced him like i did most of the others.

however during his speech i made him such a soggy, pathetic man. voice cracking as he mentions how he’s learning perspective transitions and asking m0lly how many peopled liked his speech and asking how many views he has, near tears. just a complete and utter clown. we thought the bit was fucking hilarious so we continued with it but. the sogginess seems to be supported by his character.

look at these lines and TELL ME that DOESN’T radiate sogginess.

hugo has more lines that are like pathetic as fuck but i’m not willing to go through the whole thing again to get the screenshots. he’s so beloved to me though. whines at you that he’ll kick you if you disrespect his dogecoin (i mean hapicoin) again. he’s being an awful person in the time you see him but in the ending where you merge the planes he changes for the better. he can BE a good person and i wish we could see that side of him. the bitterness he must have felt the whole time, the same way del and eclips and 0rator and literally EVERYONE felt, and causing the most damage must have led to such guilt. not knowing where hapi is, the cat that changed his and everyone else’s lives, never being able to truly apologize. trying to reconnect with all of shiver or at least canonically s4br afterwards. he extended his reach and felt sorry enough that s4br of all people believed he changed. i think of him a lot outside of my “haha soggy. sogged up cryptobro. with your stupid fucking segway.” jokes. all that said here is soggy wet cat hugo.

[yeoldenews]

It’s Dear Santa time again!

Every year since 2010, I have spent the month of December posting children's Dear Santa letters.

Publishing letters to Santa in the newspaper first became widely popular in the late-1890s, though scattered newspapers did so as early as the mid-1880s. I believe this sudden explosion in popularity was at least partially the result of the famed "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause" editorial which was published in The New York Sun in September of 1897.

In large cities Dear Santa letters often acted as a method of getting needed clothing and supplies to impoverished children when parents might be ashamed to ask for charity. Subscribers to the newspaper could choose a child’s letter and provide the items they asked for. The most common requests were shoes and coats.

Sometimes newspapers offered prizes for the best letter (which I suspect often acted as another clandestine form of charity as the winners were often letters asking for basic clothing and school supplies.) Though these prizes could range from the ordinary (a sled or a doll) to the extravagant (a $20 gold piece or a live pony.)

Often local stores would enter children in a drawing if they mentioned the store in their letter - which on occasion would result in children hilariously name-dropping every store in town just in case.

Writing Dear Santa letters was also commonly an activity done at school, often following some rough form letter. These letters are fairly easy to spot as they often hype up what a good student the child was and include effusive praise for their teacher (who would likely see the letter before it was sent.)

So why have I spent hundreds of hours of my life over the last decade reading tens of thousands of these letters?

Children's voices are largely absent from the historical record.

Dear Santa letters offer an extremely rare opportunity to see history unfold through children's eyes - in their own (often creatively spelled) words.

1914′s “Remember the children in Belgium” becomes 1918′s “Please visit my brother in France”.

During the Great Depression the very common phrase “I know you’re poor this year too Santa” gives a glimpse into parents' attempts to explain to their children why they might not be getting as much this year.

1939′s “Be careful flying over Europe” becomes 1945′s “Since the war is over you’re making bb-guns again right?”

Requests for toy flying machines become aeroplanes become fighter jets become space shuttles.

Dolls and wagons become Shirley Temple merchandise become Erector Sets become Barbies and Star Wars action figures.

But through all these changes one thing remains clear throughout 130+ years of letters to Santa, despite the rapidly changing world around them - children have always been children.

I hope you enjoy these letters as much as I do! (All decade+ of posts are tagged “Dear Santa” if you’d like to see more than just this year’s selection.)

Hapy Holadays and Marry Crimes!

[lesbiancruzramirez]

whats going on with sally in your avatar au :0 ? she gives waterbender vibes but i can totally see her as a nonbender

shes got waterbender heritage ill tell you that much!

but she is very much a firebender, born and raised in the fire nation capital and a very skilled one at that. i casted her as a firebender because while her role in cars does embody those waterbender beliefs in the importance of community and being the element of change for lightning, while i agree a waterbending would suit her, i think story-wise she'd have a more interesting arc and story as a firebender

in my rewatch of avatar which spurred on this au, it was this scene in that one episode where iroh basically yells at zuko about asking the important questions like "who are YOU? and what do YOU want?" and i think that really fits sally as someone who initially came to radiator springs lost and seeking something to want for (hapiness). as mentioned in that bit of that iroh quote, firebenders have the drive, will and energy to achieve what they want and what sally wants is connection, hapiness, and she found that in the community of radiator springs so when she first stumbled in, she put away her red fire nation robes and put on her water tribe clothes given to her by her mother that she never really wore before.

additionally, i think her being a firebender is like the town's worst kept secret because while she's got the looks and clothes of one, eventually everyone finds out one way or another except probably lizzie sometimes. she forgets, sees sally unsubtly firebend her tea to be warm, very loudly points it out causing sally to panic and try and buy her silence. i think like luigi probably finds out that way since he's neighbors with lizzie, guido already knew btw. but yeah, sally tries and keeps it a secret because she thinks they wouldn't trust her. radiator springs is like a sort of very far earth kingdom outskirts town and sallys travelled around before and most people shes met have been very untrusting about firebenders and also the fact she looks like a waterbender doesnt help and all that but the town literally dont see her all that differently. the only thing they dont know is how good a firebender sally really is until a certain hotrod nearly burns half the town down.