#platinum End Icons

[goldensunset]

everyone told me she was terrifying but they didn’t tell me she was so cool and nice

[officials-of-hell]

Goofy little Revel icon I made

Simple yet it works

Also made a reply icon that I might use if I get asks and whatnot, just not posting that one quite yet

Credit not required, tag me if you want to

[serexvu]

yuri temari from platinum end

[osakiiz]

⟡ saki hanakago - platinum end

like/reblog if you save/use

[qardenofeden]

bf! kenma kozume who uses your selfies as his icons on every single platform available. steam, codm, you name it, you’re on it.

bf! kenma kozume who edits his in game avatars to look like you because “your face is satisfying to look at.” he then proceeds to throw a fit when “you” flirt with one of the love interests available, immediately hopping off the game and finding his place in your arms.

bf! kenma kozume who boosts you everywhere. your friends wonder how you reached platinum in valorant when you can barely manage to get double digit kills. your nickname in your discord server is literally “single digits.”

bf! kenma kozume who isn’t scared of getting his account banned, so long as he defends you from the misogynistic, lame weirdos who trashtalk you. he once got banned from chat for a month.

bf! kenma kozume who has the worst luck in gacha games, so when his favorite character’s banner drops, he immediately goes to your house to make you pull.

you and kenma had mutually agreed on a private relationship prior to being a couple, so he has absolutely no idea what to say when kuroo confronts him.

“kenma, who’s that girl in your profile picture?”

the man in question only coughs, looking around uncomfortably as he looks for a way to change the subject.

the two of you were currently doing your respective tasks in your room— kenma is gaming on your pc while you sit beside him, reading a book. your headset was cheap, making it easy for you to hear everything going on in the call.

“i, uhh...”

“what, is she an idol or something?”

oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?

your boyfriend’s gaze finds yours, the internal panic evident in his eyes. what’s that one old saying? eyes are a window to the soul?

you chuckle as you watch him, and kenma hmph’s at your dismissal.

kuroo speaks up again, interrupting the silence. “is she from a porno...? you can tell me, man.”

you barely hold back a fit of laughter as kenma stutters, “wha— no?! how’d you even come to that conclusion? you’re weird, kuroo!”

“just saying, bro. if you’re that secretive over her, you must be ashamed of how you discovered her. i mean, i’m not judgin’, you know,” he chuckles, setting up the bait. only thing left to do is wait for kenma to bite.

but kenma’s too smart for that. well, not really. if it were up to him, he’d have been screaming in kuroo’s ears right now about how absolutely pure and beautiful you are, and how he could never, ever be secretive over you. but, to his dismay, he remembers your agreement, mentally cursing himself for even agreeing in the first place.

you were his. his wonderful, utterly kind, other worldly beautiful love of his life. the object of all his desires, and the owner of his heart, body, and soul. why shouldn’t he show you off?!

you cave. in a matter of mere seconds, the headset goes from kenma’s head to yours as you speak against the mic, “i’m his girlfriend. you must be kuroo?”

on the other end, you can hear kuroo’s grunt of disbelief. kenma?! his anti social best friend who only ever talked to like, three people including him?! THAT guy managed to bag someone as pretty as you?! well, not to be condescending, but it simply doesn’t make sense! he doesn’t even go outside!

kenma grunts too, taking the headset back. his voice is calm again, back to its original octave. “kuroo, you there?”

“man, to be honest, i just thought you wanted to catfish people!”

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Ozzy Osbourne - Mama, I'm Coming Home 1991

John Michael "Ozzy" Osbourne was an English singer, songwriter, and media personality who co-founded the pioneering heavy metal band Black Sabbath in 1968, and rose to prominence in the 1970s as their lead vocalist. Osbourne released thirteen studio albums, the first seven of which were certified multi-platinum in the US. In the 1980s, he drew controversy for his antics both onstage and offstage, and was accused of promoting Satanism by the Christian right. He reunited with Black Sabbath on several occasions. He rejoined from 1997 to 2005, and again in 2012; during this second reunion he sang on the band's last studio album, 13 (2013), before they embarked on a farewell tour that ended in 2017. On 5 July 2025, Osbourne performed his final show at the Back to the Beginning concert in Birmingham, having announced that it would be his last due to health issues. Although he intended to continue recording music, he died 17 days later, on 22 July.

Osbourne was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a member of Black Sabbath in 2006 and as a solo artist in 2024. He was also inducted into the UK Music Hall of Fame both solo and with Black Sabbath in 2005. He was honoured with stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame on 12 April 2002 and Birmingham Walk of Stars on 6 July 2007. At the 2014 MTV Europe Music Awards, he received the Global Icon Award. In 2015, he received the Ivor Novello Award for Lifetime Achievement from the British Academy of Songwriters, Composers and Authors. Osbourne's wife and manager Sharon founded the heavy metal touring festival Ozzfest, which was held yearly from 1996 to 2010. In the early 2000s, he became a reality television star when he appeared in the MTV reality show The Osbournes (2002–2005) alongside Sharon and two of their children, Kelly and Jack. He co-starred with some of his family in the television series Ozzy & Jack's World Detour (2016–2018) as well as The Osbournes Want to Believe (2020–2021).

"Mama, I'm Coming Home" is a power ballad from his sixth studio album No More Tears, which first released on 17 November 1991. The single is Osbourne's only solo Top 40 single on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart, peaking at number 28. It also reached number 2 on Billboard's Mainstream Rock Tracks. According to American Songwriter magazine, the lyrics are inspired by Osbourne's realization that he would be dead if he did not get sober, and the song is dedicated to his wife Sharon for staying with him during his crazier early days.

"Mama, I'm Coming Home" received a total of 67,9% yes votes! Previous Ozzy Osbourne polls: #407 "Mr. Crowley".

[iconic-albums-tournament]

ROUND 2: The Black Parade vs. Fame Monster

My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade (2006) Genre: Emo, alternative rock, pop-punk Singles: Welcome to the Black Parade, Famous Last Words, I Don't Love You, Teenagers Grammys: N/A RIAA Certification: 4x Platinum Rolling Stone Rank: 361

A titan of the emo genre, My Chemical Romance's third album was haunted by a troubled production as the band fretted over whether they had reached the end of their ascent to fame with Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. The Black Parade was an ambitious response to these anxieties: a concept album centering life and death as themes and channeled through the reflections of its terminal protagonist, the Patient, on his own long and troubled life. The Black Parade would launch MCR to global stardom and leave an impact for years to come on alternative music.

Lady Gaga - The Fame Monster (2009) Genre: Electropop Singles: Bad Romance, Telephone, Alejandro, Dance in the Dark Grammys: Six nominations (including AOTY), Music Video/Short Form, Pop Vocal Album, Female Pop Vocal Performance RIAA Certification: 5x Platinum Rolling Stone Rank: N/A

Originally planned as a deluxe reissue of Lady Gaga's debut album The Fame, the artist's distaste for reissues would reshape the project into a new album in its own right. Gaga herself describes The Fame Monster as a "yin and yang" complement to The Fame, which can be felt as the album veers into pseudo-gothic stylings and themes of obsession, abuse, shame, and cannibalistic love amid its decadent electropop. The album is crediting with pushing EDM to the forefront of popular music in the late 2000s and early 2010s, with its sound and Gaga's image setting the standard for stardom in the years following.

[saraaisfree]

Colors of Us (Kwon Ji-Yong)

pairing: Kwon Ji-Yong x reader

category: fluff, slight angst if you squint

word count: 922

(inspired by this gorgeous hairstyle from 2022)

The days since your boyfriend returned from the military had settled into a familiar rhythm. You’d wake up late, wrapped in each other’s warmth, make a lazy breakfast, and talk about your plans for the day. Then, after work, you’d return home, cuddle on the couch, and fall asleep together.

It was peaceful. It was simple.

It was nothing like the whirlwind life you used to share.

Back then, the “rockstar” era of G-Dragon was in full swing—the partying never seemed to end, the tour schedule was relentless, and the constant travel blurred the days together. You watched how it drained him, how the weight of being a global icon never seemed to leave his shoulders. You did everything you could to support him, but sometimes, even you weren’t sure if it was enough.

Then, after his military service, everything changed.

When Ji-Yong came back, he wasn’t G-Dragon anymore. He was Kwon Ji-Yong—the boy you had fallen in love with, stripped of the fame, the cameras, and the noise. At first, he barely left your shared apartment, retreating into himself for months. He was quiet, hesitant, afraid of stepping back into a world that had moved on without him.

But now, three years later, things were starting to look up. A new BIGBANG song, Still Life, was about to be released, and you could see the spark returning to his eyes. It wasn’t just about making music—it was about reclaiming a part of himself.

And that’s how you found yourself standing in your tiny bathroom, bowls of vibrant hair dye scattered across the counter, preparing to give your boyfriend a brand-new look.

Ji-Yong leaned against the sink, watching as you mixed the first batch. His platinum blonde hair, still damp from washing, hung loosely over his forehead. The sight made you nostalgic—he had always loved experimenting with colors, but this time, it felt different. This time, it was a fresh start.

“So, what color should we do first?” you asked, turning to him with a grin.

He smirked, tilting his head in thought. “Whichever one you want, love. I trust you understand my vision, so just go crazy.”

“Dangerous words, Kwon Ji-Yong,” you teased, dipping a brush into a striking shade of electric blue. “I might just give you rainbow hair.”

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

And with that, you got to work.

The bathroom quickly became a chaotic mess—splashes of dye on the counter, smudges of color on your arms, and the occasional curse when Ji-Yong playfully nudged you mid-stroke.

“Hold still!” you scolded, carefully sectioning his hair. “Do you want this to turn out patchy?”

“You’re just enjoying bossing me around,” he teased, though he obediently stayed still.

Twenty minutes later, the masterpiece was complete. His hair, once a blank canvas, was now a blend of vibrant hues—red, blue, green, and purple melting into each other like an abstract painting. Ji-Yong blinked at his reflection in the mirror, running a hand through the strands.

“Sooo, what do you think?” you asked eagerly, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

A slow smile spread across his face. “It’s perfect. You know me too well.” He turned to press a quick kiss to your lips.

You gasped. “Noo, you got hair dye on my face! Now I’m going to be stained green.”

Ji-Yong laughed, completely unapologetic. “It suits you.”

You huffed, rubbing your cheek dramatically. But before you could complain further, he hesitated, glancing at the leftover dye on the counter.

“Actually, I was wondering… Since we have extra bleach and colors… would you like to match with me?”

You froze. The idea was tempting—but then reality set in.

“Ji, I have an office job,” you reminded him. “I don’t think my boss will be thrilled if I show up looking like a human highlighter.”

He pouted. “Just this once? For old times’ sake?”

Damn him. Damn those pleading eyes.

You sighed, shaking your head with a fond smile. “Fine. But if I get fired, you owe me a lifetime supply of ice cream.”

His grin was immediate. “Deal.”

And so, an hour later, your own hair had undergone a similar transformation. Bright streaks of pink, blue, and purple now wove through your strands, blending into a colorful masterpiece that mirrored Ji-Yong’s.

“Now we really look like a power couple,” he mused, admiring your reflection in the mirror.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “We’ve always been a power couple.”

The two of you spent the next few minutes styling each other’s hair—him carefully tousling yours, you playfully running your fingers through his. Every so often, he’d steal a quick kiss, claiming it was “part of the process.”

When you finally finished, you snapped a picture together—Ji-Yong pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as you smiled at the camera.

You posted it with the caption:

“Some things never change, huh?”

Tomorrow, you’d deal with your boss’s reaction. Tomorrow, you’d worry about professionalism and consequences.

But tonight, you were just happy to fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, tangled together in the warmth of familiarity, in a love that had endured years of chaos and change.

Because some things really never did change.

[leonsliga]

I love that thomas and manu ship themselves. with a lot of other duos, it's just wishful thinking (totally fine) but their friendship? god <3 so real. the pictures, the "we've been married for 15 years", the interviews... why so romantic if not romantic lol in another universe, they are 100% together

Right? Everything’s so easy and natural with them. And while I don’t mind a bit of wishful thinking myself, the bond Manu and Thomas have is so authentic and genuine that it’s hard not to get a least a little sappy about them. And there’s just. so. much. lore. Even setting aside the iconic decade partners Instagram post and Thomas saying they’ve been married for 15 years, we’ve had so many moments that just really only make sense with them. Like when Thomas named one of his colts Manuel because he was born on Manu’s birthday, or how, during Bayern’s dominant 2012/13 season, Thomas would train with Manu during matches to keep his reflexes sharp. Or, well, just about any of what they said about each other here:

And, along those lines, sometimes they say things that just have such old married couple undertones that it’s genuinely hard to interpret them any other way, like the time reporters asked Manu if he would go golfing with Thomas at the DFB training camp and he replied with “I can’t golf. I could carry his luggage or whatever.” Or the time Thomas was asked about Manu’s perfect match against Porto back in his Schalke days and he immediately remembered his platinum blonde hair from back then. And then of course there’s the time Manu said Thomas was more than a teammate for him (aka Neuller heritage).

We also can’t forget when the two were decorating Bayern’s Christmas tree in 2015 and Thomas asked Manu if he holds onto the ornament baubles as tightly as he would a match ball (translation: Thomas wanted Manu to hold onto his baubles tightly 😏). Or how, when asked about whether or not Thomas would like to be Bayern’s official captain one day, Thomas was quick to reply, “I hope not. I’ve always tried to take responsibility in the team, but Manu is very welcome to remain my captain until the end of my career.” (in case you needed more proof that these two were robbed).

But that married couple-ness isn’t just in their words; it’s in their actions too. Take any of the times they’ve held hands during matches, or all the loving face cradling, head rubs, and head pats. And of course, the hugs. The many, many hugs. Especially from the side, so Thomas can grab onto Manu’s waist.

Also, I refuse to let any of you overlook that time Thomas gave Manu a full-on neck message in the tunnel (which, I might add, Manu was so unfazed by that it’s hard not to wonder if this had happened before).

And while we’re at it, talking about niche Neuller moments and all, there was that time they might very well have kissed behind a poorly-timed German flag back in 2010. And all their other Euro 2012 qualifier shenanigans that same year.

Fast-forwarding a bit to the 2012/13 season, and we were in for a treat; we had Thomas pulling a Luis Suárez and going in for a little nibble on Manu’s arm. Because not even the great Thomas Müller is immune to the cute aggression Manuel Neuer inspires.

Also, what about the time Manu got absolutely piss-drunk during the treble celebrations that same season and decided he needed to hug Thomas IMMEDIATELY? Or how we got the closest thing to an actual kiss we might ever get when Thomas kissed him on the cheek here?

Honestly, 2013 was Bayern’s year in more ways than one, because not only did it bring us the treble, it also brought us this iconic verse in the Neuller gospel:

But let’s get back to the way they talk about one another, because it doesn’t matter what the situation is—they always back each other. Before the 2014 World Cup even started (and Manu all but fingered him during the post-win festivities), he was already convinced Thomas would be the key to their success—a sentiment that carried over to club level, where he insisted Thomas was the linchpin in Bayern’s attack.

With Manu, it’s often the little things that speak volumes, like trusting in Thomas’ fitness, his ability to influence a match, and his importance for Bayern. He’s quick to remind everyone that Thomas always stands up for the team, that he’s dangerous regardless of position, and that his constant communication is a game-changer. As Manu would put it, “we (Bayern) need Thomas”.

Even when Thomas fell out of favor at Bayern for a time, Manu rushed to his defense, reminding everyone that “he’s a mature player who doesn’t buckle so easily”, and, despite dealing with a lot of criticism, Thomas remained important for the squad and was always in demand (in one way or another). Put another way, he had faith that Thomas could handle it.

For Thomas’ part, he has no problem casually reminding everyone that he thinks Manu is the number 1 goalkeeper in the world, that he makes a good striker, and, even though there are many good goalkeepers, Manu is special—just a step above the others and superb on the ball.

When his mans was shafted for FIFA World Player of the Year in 2015, Thomas knew just what to say: even if Manu didn’t win, he was the FIFA World Player in his heart. In fact, his decade partner was pretty much the reason Thomas felt so confident going into Bayern’s 2020 Champions League tie versus PSG; after all, in his words, “we’ll still have Manuel Neuer between the sticks”, a sentiment he echoed after they won.

And let’s not forget about that time a reporter asked Thomas to weigh in on the debate of who should be Germany’s number 1: Neuer or Ter Stegen. Thomas’ answer was immediate: “It’s a difficult decision, of course, but Manu has always been my goalkeeper. That’s why I’m standing by him.” Long story short, they’re always in each other’s corners, and they make no secret of it.

The point is, even when they make mistakes, they’re each other’s most fervent protectors. If the world is against them, then at least they still have each other and always will. Take Manu conceding against Gladbach, a team many would consider to be our goatkeeper’s kryptonite; Thomas was quick to remind the media that he’d saved Bayern’s points plenty of times in the past, and that this time, he just didn’t have as much to do before the goal and was probably a bit cold at the time.

Then you’ve got Manu on the other side of the things, supporting his husband’s rights and his husband’s wrongs, speculating that his red card (yes that one) was because he didn’t see Tagliafico and pretty much already had his foot up, aiming for the ball.

Hell, even when Manu was out of commission for a majority of the 2022/23 season (due to his nearly career-ending injury), Thomas visited him in rehab every day, no doubt for emotional support (and so he could tell his husband his best dad jokes). Although Manu was away from the squad physically, he was there in spirit; Thomas made sure of that, posting Manu’s autograph card from that season above his locker:

But it’s more than sticking around in each other’s darkest moments; they celebrate each other’s achievements too. Whenever Manu wins anything (and I mean anything), guess who’s first in line to congratulate him. It doesn’t matter if it’s World’s Best Goalkeeper, best goalkeeper of the 2019/20 Champions League season, FIFPro World 11, or even his DFB Pokal performance, Thomas will be posting about it (and probably already has). It doesn’t even have to be football-related, like when Manu was awarded the Bavarian State Medal for Social Merit for his charity work. Hell, even when Manu was one of the 3 FIFA World Footballer of the Year finalists, he was overwhelmed with pride (chill babe, the results weren’t even in yet). But by far my favorite instance of these two celebrating each other’s victories actually came from Manu: when he made sure the squad celebrated Thomas’ milestone 500th win with Bayern and refused to let him even try to be modest about it.

Honestly, let’s face it: we could make an entire separate post about all of the Neuller content that came out of Thomas’ 500th win. We had Manu running the length of the pitch to celebrate Thomas’ goal in that milestone match, Manu’s comments in his post-match presser, Thomas’ special thank you to Manu after the fact, the “married for 15 years” comment, and a new Neuller ad where Manu gave Thomas a special anniversary gift…there was so much content that it was almost overwhelming. We were so well fed that week 🥹

Also, speaking of Manu’s comments in his post-match pressers, I’m pretty sure at least a good 1/4 of Manu’s love language is praising Thomas in them, as you can see here, here, here, and here. The rest is him basically reciting his glorified wedding vows to anyone who will listen (and physical touch, duh).

Then you’ve got Thomas turning every Instagram story he can into him gushing over his Schnapper’s skills:

And he has no problem following Manu’s lead either, waxing poetic about his man in post-match interviews.

For as much praise as they heap on one another to the press though, they’re also no strangers to openly flirting with each other as well, if you couldn’t tell from that video from the Audi FCB Tour at the beginning. So, in that spirit, lovely people of the jury, I present to you exhibit A, where Manu told Thomas he’d “given himself a present 😉” after his 400th Bundesliga appearance (whatever tf that means).

Alright, now onto exhibit B: Thomas posting a picture with his two dogs and Manu asking “who’s more handsome”, only for Thomas to answer, “you, dog 😀”. Get a room you two!

Oh, you need more evidence, you say? Well, I’ve got you covered. Have a pic of Thomas brazenly checking out Manu’s ass, because not even he can resist the biggest bakery in Germany.

What’s that? You still need more? Well, aren’t you demanding! But don’t worry, there’s more blatant homoeroticism to come, because here we have exhibit D, where Thomas called doubles tennis with Manu “a dream come true”:

Actually, speaking of doubles tennis with Manu, I’m pretty sure this clip was the inspiration for the movie Challengers. The DFB has yet to confirm this of course, but I have no doubt that that confirmation is coming any day now 😉

Anyways, Neuller is so real and so powerful that at one point Bayern just caved and started funding some club-sanctioned dates. Usually they’re chaperoned (because Bayern might be a little homophobic with it—either that or they don’t trust Thomas not to try and conquer Manu any time they’re left to their own devices—it’s a toss-up really) by the likes of Basti, Mats, or even half the squad (see: 2022 Audi Summer Games). But not always. Sometimes we get Schafkopf dates (because they’re literal senior citizens and their date nights are just them playing cutesy little card games like the old bitties they are).

But anyways, back to our regularly scheduled shipping nonsense, because we still have exhibit E to go through: one day Thomas decided to make Manu’s goalkeeper training a little extra special by showing up shirtless (pretty sure the point of goalkeeper training is to keep him focused, not distract him with your lean, muscular body, Thomas, but I digress):

And lastly, I believe this gem deserves at least an honorable mention:

Let’s take a minute for Manu’s “Schnapper” nickname as well, which, although it may not be one that originated with Thomas, I think we can all agree he’s made it his own. After all, he uses it pretty much every time he talks about him.

As a brief little side note though (I feel like a lawyer giving my closing statements atp 😅), I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the fact that Thomas literally follows a Neuller fan account. Whether it’s intentional on his part or not, it’s still a fun addition to the lore.

So, in conclusion, if not romantic ship, why romantic ship-shaped? 🥺 I’m with you; in another universe, perhaps one not so distant from ours, they got married and grew old together, settling into a house in the mountains, surrounded by horses and doggos. I’m just glad they found each other in this universe at least, because, as it turns out, a Schalker and a Bayern Ultra make one hell of a dream team ❤️

They didn’t know it yet, but they’d go on to coparent the most dominant and successful club in Germany

[ravinaaa]

v3n's hair eras ⊹ streamer dr.

2010 - 2013

before her internet career even began, lua was very familiar with dyeing her hair! she started young, with just the ends, later going for the full underside! with a brand variety of colors clashing with her natural dirty-blonde, this was her main outlet for expression during this time.

2014 - (late) 2015

when the virtual world met rav3n, she had what would become her most recognizable looks. darkdark purple, natural full wave, and always slightly messy. inspiration for the iconic coloring came from the persistent mentions of raven (teen titans) due to her digital handle. the hair cemented her visual identity to her own audience and the general public. (dis ones my favorite:) )

(early) 2016 - (late) 2016

the purple faded after a while, and v3n stuck with the pastel for a bit. later on the purple turned to pink, and then a weird/pretty mixture of the two.

2017

we started 2017 with a bang! a big favorite to many people within the fandom, platinum! and also a brand new haircut we'd never seen before.

2018

a year later and raven just couldn't sit still. we started with blue streaks and leading to what soon became a year of colors & experimentation. (unicorn rav3n!!!)

2019

2019 was the year of pink! this time as vibrant as lua could go. also a staple within the fandom, since the haircolor came accompanied by a change of style altogether, with rav3n's change from all dark colors and edgy style to a certain newfound softness. (lov3r v3n!!)

2020

the next year came with an era nor very appreciated by the fandom (but a personal favorite of mine). the shortest hair luara has ever had and a full head of a color she hadn't gone full-throttle with before. (blue big chop you'll always be famous!!)

(late) 2020

we grew a bit with the blue, with a variety of shades, until the end of 2020.

2021

now we've finally gotten to our favorite redhead!! with the biggest length v3n's ever had & the full embrace of her natural waves!! (lovelovelove)

[muzawrites]

Her Private Affairs (Chapter 1)

Reina Carter is living the dream — platinum-selling recording artist, fashion icon, and the face of every major campaign worth knowing. But behind the private jets and flashing cameras, she’s just a woman craving something real.

When a campaign shoot in Madrid introduces her to football superstar Jude Bellingham — charming, young, and impossible not to fall for — she doesn’t expect sparks. And she definitely doesn’t expect to run into Trent Alexander-Arnold a week later — steady, magnetic, and everything she didn’t know she needed.

Caught between two worlds, two hearts, and two versions of herself… Reina tries to keep her growing feelings a secret. From them. From the press. Even from herself. But how long can she live a double life before the truth demands to be chosen?

She knows she can’t have both. But what if she doesn’t have to choose?

~~warnings: smut, talks of feelings, fluff, sexually explicit, oral!f receiving, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), multiple orgasms, polyau

w.c: 2591words

Reina Carter gazed out the window of her private jet, watching as the endless stretch of the Atlantic shimmered beneath the afternoon sun. The horizon blurred where the sky met the sea, an infinite expanse that made her feel both untouchable and trapped. The low hum of the engines was a familiar lullaby, a constant companion on her never-ending flight schedule. Another city. Another obligation. Another round of smiling when she barely had the energy to keep her eyes open.

Across from her, Anna—her ever-efficient assistant—perched on the edge of her seat, tablet in hand and ready to dictate the next chapter of her chaotic itinerary. “Alright, here’s the rundown,” Anna began, scrolling through a long list of appointments. “Studio call time is 8 a.m. for the Adidas campaign shoot. After that, we fly to London for three days to meet with producers for your next album. Then it’s off to Monaco for the Grand Prix.”

Reina let out a slow breath and sank deeper into the plush leather seat, exhaustion settling into her bones like lead. The last few months had been nothing but flashing lights, deafening arenas, and back-to-back flights. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a full eight hours of sleep.

“And when, exactly, am I supposed to rest?” she muttered, rubbing her temples.

Anna shot her a sympathetic look but shrugged. “Unfortunately, this is the price you pay for being you. But hey, Monaco could be fun. Consider that your break.”

Reina lifted a skeptical brow. “How is that a break? I’m only going because my dad wants to show me off like some trophy. ‘Look at my famous daughter, isn’t she impressive?’” She tucked her legs beneath her, curling into the warmth of her seat. Anna smirked. “Not everyone gets to be the daughter of a self-made multi-millionaire who just so happens to sponsor one of the biggest F1 teams. Enjoy the perks while you can.”

“I’ll try,” Reina muttered, unconvinced.

A beat passed before a thought struck her. She lifted her head slightly. “Oh, by the way, did they finally confirm who I’m shooting the Adidas campaign with?” Anna’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you—it’s Jude Bellingham”. “The Real Madrid player?” “The one and only” Reina tilted her head, the name vaguely remembering someone mentioning he was getting signed by Adidas “Right…so he’s the new ambassador”

“Exactly,” Anna said, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “And it makes perfect sense. You’re a chart-topping artist, fresh off one of the biggest tours of the decade. He’s their new star athlete. Fans are going to eat this up.”

Reina hummed, unconvinced but amused. “If you say so.”

-----

Reina sat in the makeup chair, fingers curled around a steaming cup of green tea with lemon, eyes barely open as the stylists worked their magic. It was far too early for human interaction, but here she was, trying to function before her first sip of caffeine.

She heard the studio door swing open, followed by a deep, smooth voice. “Morning, everyone. Sorry I’m late.” Her eyes flickered to the time on her phone. 8:10 AM. Late? Barely. She’d been here for twenty minutes already, always preferring to arrive ahead of schedule.

There was a round of greetings, the energy in the room shifting slightly as the new arrival made his way through. She caught his reflection in the mirror before he even reached her—a tall, lean figure with easy confidence, brown curls still slightly damp, and a smile that could probably talk its way out of a speeding ticket. Then, suddenly, he was next to her.

“Hey,” he exhaled, like he hadn’t quite expected her to be sitting there. “I’m Jude.” His accent was smooth, a perfect blend of Birmingham and Madrid, and something about the way he said it made her lips twitch into a smile. “Hey, Jude.” She drew out his name slightly, amused when she saw the flicker of recognition in his expression—he’d probably heard a hundred Beatles references in his lifetime. “I’m Reina.”

His gaze dropped to her outstretched hand, but before he could take it, she gestured vaguely to the hairstylist pinning up the last of her curls. “I’d normally give you a hug, but…” She tilted her head slightly. “Bit occupied at the moment.” Jude chuckled, warm and low. “Fair enough.” Instead, he extended his own hand, and she shifted just enough to shake it. His grip was firm but easy, and she swore she felt his thumb graze her palm just a little longer than necessary.

By the time he settled into the chair across from her, she allowed herself a quick, shameless once-over. Tall. Handsome. Great smile. A bit of that effortless athlete charm.

And young. Reina, stop. She took a sip of her tea, almost as if the heat could burn the thought out of her mind. He’s 21. You’re 27. You’re too old for him. But then, their eyes met again in the mirror, and he smirked—like he could hear her thoughts.

The set was all sleek lighting and minimalist backdrops, Adidas logos scattered strategically. The concept was simple: high-energy, effortless chemistry, capturing two of the brand’s biggest stars in motion. Which meant a lot of close shots.

“Alright, Jude, stand behind Reina,” the photographer instructed. “Hand on her shoulder—yeah, just like that. Now lean in a little. Look like you’re sharing a secret.” Jude’s breath was warm against her ear. “I have no idea what I���m supposed to be whispering.” Reina fought a smile, angling her face slightly toward his. “Just pretend you’re telling me something scandalous.”

He hummed, considering. Then, just as the camera clicked, he murmured, “What if I just told you you’ve got the best-smelling perfume I’ve ever come across?” Reina bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. “Smooth.” “That wasn’t even my best line.”

“Oh? Well now you have my curiosity”

The shoot continued with more playful setups—standing back-to-back, facing off like rivals, and a final shot where Jude had to pull her into a spin, his arm firm around her waist. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” she murmured, her hands braced against his chest. Jude grinned. “And you’re not?” Her silence was answer enough.

By the time they wrapped, Reina was grateful to be out of the Adidas gear and back in her own comfy clothes. As she gathered her things, she caught Jude watching her from a few feet away, an almost contemplative look on his face. “So,” he started, strolling over with his hands in his pockets. “How long are you in Madrid?” She exhaled, rolling out her shoulders. “Technically? Leaving tonight. Flying to London for a recording session.” Something flickered in his gaze—subtle, but noticeable. A hesitation. Reina raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. “Unless, of course… I had a compelling reason to push my flight to tomorrow morning.”

Jude’s lips parted slightly before curving into a slow, knowing smile. “Can I take you out to dinner?” She let the question hang between them for a second longer than necessary, just enough to make him wait. “To celebrate a successful ad campaign, of course.” He added with a smirk. Reina chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah. Sure. For the ad campaign.”

But They both knew that wasn’t the reason.

Reina stepped into the restaurant, heels clicking against the sleek marble floors as she scanned the intimate setting. Low lighting, candlelit tables, and soft music humming in the background—it was giving date energy, and that alone had her questioning what the hell she was doing here. Then, she spotted him.

Jude was already seated at a table near the back, scrolling through his phone with a relaxed posture, one hand lazily drumming against the table. The moment he looked up and caught sight of her, a slow grin spread across his face.

“Fashionably late?” he teased as he pulled the seat open for her. Reina smirked, removing her coat. “Or just making an entrance.” Jude let out a small chuckle, eyes flicking over her in silent appreciation. “Yeah, well… you definitely did that.”

The waiter arrived, and after ordering drinks, the conversation flowed easily, their natural back-and-forth making it impossible to ignore their chemistry.

Halfway through, Jude leaned back in his chair, resting his elbow on the table. “I never got to tell you earlier, but I actually like your music.” Reina raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. ‘What it is’ is on my playlist.” She blinked, genuinely surprised. “That’s an old one.” Jude shrugged. “Good music’s good music.” Reina laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, I’ll take that. But since we’re confessing things, I should probably tell you… you play for one of my favorite teams.” Jude’s eyes lit up. “No way.”

She bit her lip, debating whether to mess with him, then sighed dramatically. “Yeah, but now that I’ve said it out loud, I feel like I just fed your ego.” He smirked, leaning forward slightly. “You definitely did. And now, you have to come to a game.”

Reina hesitated, twirling her fork between her fingers. Jude noticed. “What?” She exhaled, shifting in her seat. “Jude… what is this?” He paused for a second before tilting his head. “Straight to the point, huh?”

She nodded. Jude ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. “Alright, fine. Cards on the table? I think you’re beautiful. And funny. And I couldn’t resist asking you out to dinner because I’d really like to get to know you more.” Reina stared at him, heart skipping a beat at the honesty in his voice. She fought the warmth creeping up her neck and sighed. “You know there’s a bit of an age gap, right?” Jude’s expression didn’t even flicker. “You say that like it matters.” “It does.”

“Not to me.” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “It only matters if you let it.” She didn’t have an immediate response to that. And, judging by the look in his eyes, he knew it.

Jude insisted on walking her back to her hotel, his hand resting on the small of her back as they stepped into the elevator. The air between them had shifted—something unspoken, something heavier, something neither of them was willing to name just yet.

When they reached her door, she turned to him, suddenly feeling the weight of the night. “Thanks for dinner,” she murmured. Jude took a step closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming in the best way. “Anytime.”

A moment stretched between them. And then—

He kissed her. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t forceful. It was slow, intentional, like he was savoring the taste of her lips. His hands found her waist, pulling her just close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body against hers.

Reina’s breath hitched, fingers instinctively gripping his jacket.

Jesus.

She hadn’t expected a single kiss to knock the air out of her lungs, but here she was, practically clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her upright.

Somehow, she found the strength to pull away before they got carried away. Jude’s forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her lips. “Text me when you get to London, yeah?” he murmured. Reina swallowed, still catching her breath. “Yeah… okay.”

She barely remembered pushing open the door and stepping inside, but as soon as she did, she leaned back against it, pressing a hand to her chest.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. She never dated younger guys. Ever.

She usually went for men older than her, guys who had already established themselves, who weren’t still in their early twenties figuring things out.

And yet…Jude was making her heart flutter just a bit.

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The early morning Monaco sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of Reina’s suite, casting a warm glow over the plush bedding. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a distant hum, a reminder of just how far she was from the chaos of touring. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she reached for her phone instinctively and saw the notification waiting for her.

Jude Bellingham:

Morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well. Monaco treating you good?

A slow, unbidden smile spread across her face. It was embarrassing, really—the way a simple text had her grinning like a teenager with a crush. And that was the problem.

They had been texting all week while she was in London. A constant stream of messages, late-night banter, and playful flirting. At first, it had been harmless. But then, somewhere between the “Good morning” texts and the deep conversations about their careers and dreams, she realized something dangerous—

She liked him. Like, actually liked him. And when she caught herself in the studio, penning lyrics that sounded suspiciously like a love song with him in mind? Yeah. That was a red flag.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the suite door opening. Anna strolled in, expertly maneuvering a breakfast cart like she owned the place. “I don’t care how many times we’ve been here—this city, country, whatever—it’s beautiful. I think I’m gonna move here.” Reina smirked, stretching as she sat up. “Is this your notice of resignation?”

“Oh, definitely,” Anna replied dramatically, pouring them both some tea. “I’m moving here, gonna marry an F1 driver or one of these other rich millionaires, and live the glamorous, stress-free life I deserve.” Reina chuckled, squeezing some lemon juice into her tea. “You make it sound like I stress you out.”

“You do. Every single day.” Anna took a sip of her tea before sighing. “But I love you, and that’s why I stay.” Reina was about to respond when her phone buzzed again. Another message from Jude.

This time, she didn’t even try to hide her smile as she typed out a quick reply. Anna, however, was not about to let it slide.

“Well, well, well,” she teased, eyes twinkling. “Miss I’ll never date a younger guy out here blushing and shit.” Reina scoffed, setting her phone down. “In my defense, Jude and I aren’t dating. We’re just… talking.” Anna raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Right. And I just talk to the universe about manifesting my rich Monaco husband.” Reina rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped.

“Okay, how does our day look?” she asked, changing the subject.

Anna pulled up her iPad. “You’re pretty much free to do as you please most of the day. One of your dad’s PAs dropped off our paddock passes, so we can go watch the Free Practice sessions.” Reina perked up slightly at that. “However,” Anna continued, “your dad has also requested you join him on his yacht for lunch.”

Reina exhaled, already mentally preparing herself for the press, the photographers, the constant scrutiny that came with the Monaco Grand Prix. She loved the sport—F1 and football were the only two she ever really cared for. They were what bonded her and her father from the time she was young.

But their relationship wasn’t the same anymore. In recent years, with his company growing and her career skyrocketing, they had drifted. It wasn’t a bad relationship, per se, but it wasn’t the same as it once was. Still, she’d go. Because despite everything, she still wanted that bond with him. And maybe—just maybe—today would remind them both of the love they still had for the sport. And for each other.

Next Chapter

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[serexvu]

hello! can i please request an icon set of saki hanakago from platinum end. thank you so much!

thank you for your request <3

saki hanakago from platinum end

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Rant abt your Cds I'm curious

OK HERE GOES SCRAMS 2024 CD COLLECTION TIER LIST

(Disclaimer: these are just my personal opinions and if yours differ from mine, fine. It’s not a sin to be wrong)

S TIER-

Goo-Sonic Youth: Straight bangers all the way through. Girls love it when you show them your Sonic Youth cd. Extra points cuz the pamphlet unfolds into a sick poster

Midnight Vultures-Beck: Good album to clean the house to. Every song a banger. Beck as a person sets off alarms, though 🤔

Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot-Sparklehorse: Genuinely my favorite artist and album of all time. Fall asleep to Homecoming Queen often.

Siamese Dream-Smashing Pumpkins: Fire straight though. Good when you’re in a depressed 20-something mood. Better than Mellon Collie in my humble opinion.

Gorillaz-Gorillaz: The start of one of my favorite bands and objectively one of the best bands in the world don’t fight me on it I’ll kill you.

A TIER-

Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots-The Flaming Lips: Solid album. Iconic cover art. “Do You Realize??” always got me feeling feelings

Violent Femmes-Violent Femmes: Top 3 favorite band. Every song went platinum in my household. Would have been higher but reminds me of my mom too much.

Dig Me Out- Sleater-Kinney: Got it because the name sounded familiar. Ended up loving them! Doesn’t sound right if it’s not played loud, though, and considering I live in an apartment, I don’t play it often.

Fear Yourself-Daniel Johnston: Got it because I love “Hi, How Are You” but haven’t been able to find it anywhere. Was pleasantly surprised! Hits the same melancholy spot but slightly more upbeat.

Figure 8-Elliot Smith: My favorite sad boy that definitely DIDN’T kill himself. Not my favorite Elliot album but every one of his albums is A tier personally.

The Diary of Alicia Keys-Alicia Keys: WENT QUADRUPLE PLATINUM IN OUR HOUSEHOLD. Prime cleaning the house on Sunday music. Dragon Days is seriously underrated.

Garbage-Garbage: Don’t know how to say this without sounding insane but this album sounds like the color #DC007F and I like that color a lot

2-Mac Demarco: The CHOKEHOLD Mac Demarco had on us artschool bitches in 2016 OMG. Was gonna change my name to Viceroy

B TIER-

Money for Nothing- Dire Straits: Top tier dad music.

Lumine fever- The Adrenals: Got it cuz the cover looked cool. Was pleasantly surprised! They rock the adequate amount

Rocket to Russia- Ramones: They’re good but I don’t get the hype honestly. They’re the Flavor-Aid of Punk

Starfish- The Church: Only love one song on it, the only song anyone likes tbh. The rest are your standard 80s deal

Crooked Rain-Pavement: I really love Pavement but there is a thing as too much Pavement and I think I’ve reached it

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot-Wilco: Honestly should have been in A tier but all the pretentious music dudes I’ve met has soured this album for me so it goes in B outta spite. Jesus Etc my fave song tho

An Evening with Silk Sonic- Silk Sonic: Nice, short, gets me in a happy mood. Does what it needs to do!

Prolonging the Magic- Cake: John McCrea don’t really be singing, do he? He just fancy talkin

C TIER-

Gigantic, Fuel, and The Nixons: I got all 3 on sale and they all sound the same and that sound is…ok? Like it’s alright background music

Blind Melon-Blind Melon: What was with 90’s bands putting random kids as their album covers? Decent listen, though.

Summerteeth-Wilco: Good background music. I can’t remember any songs off it.

Los Angeles/Wild Gift-X: I like X but I hate that fucking album art omg it’s so hard to look at. I like their songs individually but as a cohesive album, eh.

D TIER-

Throwing Copper-Live: bought it on sale with the above 3 but liked this one substantially less. Only redeeming quality to me is the album art.

Ben Folds Five-Ben Folds Five: Misleading considering there’s only 3 of them. He sounds like my ex boyfriend from highschool before I realized I liked girls

F Tier-

The Ragetones/Fall Apart-The Ragetones: Saw them play at a shitting basement show. Everything sounds better when you can barely hear yourself think.

F Punk-Big Audio Dynamite: Found it at the thrift and rehomed it outta pity. Sounds like the 80s in a bad way.

[babygurlaura]

Isn’t it kinda weird that Kishimoto gave the Uzumaki clan red hair, but also tons of other characters have it? Because if you think about it, Uzumaki hair should be next-level vibrant like fire, vermilion, scarlet, neon, electric, even phosphorescent. Meanwhile, red-haired characters who aren’t Uzumaki don’t have that crazy glow. Like, the Uzumaki take pride in their hair that literally shines under the light. Shouldn’t that fiery red be their trademark? Did Kishimoto think about that or just spread the red hair around for fun?Also, the Uzumaki eyes are supposed to be huge almost mermaid-like because they lived in a watery environment. It’s rare to see an Uzumaki with dark eyes (myth doesn’t count since the manga shows them with light eyes, and some ending scenes even give them green eyes).And another thing their skin tones must be all over the place, from pale to bronze, Unlike other clans that, due to Japanese customs, tend to prefer pale skin, the Uzumaki don’t care as long as you look healthy and well taken care of. They’re all about that vibe, no matter your shade

When it comes to the Uzumaki clan, I feel a lot of things regarding the clan and its foundations within the realm of the story are last-minute and extremely underdeveloped. While other clans also suffer from this, we know surface-level concepts; the only true clan that's developed in my opinion, is the Uchiha. It also didn't make much sense to me that Kishimoto placed so much importance on the Uzumaki red hair just to create characters with red hair who have no ties to the Uzumaki clan. And besides their hair, there are times their eye color is different. I've seen at times Mito will have green eyes, other times her eyes are brown. If their eyes are meant to be light, but the manga and anime have constant inconsistencies due to how little they are explored that these details aren't retained as much.

For Gaara, who isn't an Uzumaki or has Uzumaki ancestry as we know, I found the idea that his red hair is a genetic mutation caused by the first tail. I've been playing around with the concepts of genetic mutations due to the tail beast and how it affects their host. For example, we know Naruto's iconic whiskers would be a consequence of this, but I think Gaara's red hair can also stem from this, seeing how the people in his family don't have red hair, their either blonde or brown. Some things I've talked about to further differentiate the Uzumaki were their height, their skin color, which I feel should be more tan and almost dark rather than pale, and so on. I feel like they should be similar to the Targaryens with their platinum blonde hair that was a rariety and only tied to the Targaryens.

I feel like there's so much that can be done with the Uzumaki and truly giving them the time they needed that kishimoto didn't give them. Also when Kishimoto writes at times it feels he comes up with certain things on the spot but doesn't always fully develop them.