#selfie fic

[izzystizzys]

There is a scratch mark on the floor of the Council chambers that Mace has never noticed before. Not a deep one, mind, quite shallow. This matters because it’s making the white-hot pulse of agony stabbing through his eyeballs ebb momentarily. Then, he chances a glance upwards at the fidgeting Knight in front of them, and it returns in full force.

Huh, he’s never seen Oppo Rancisis’ face turn that colour before.

“Hmm”, Master Yoda hums, deep and scratchy. His expression is unreadable even to Mace beyond a baseline gremlinness, and the force with which he grips the edges of his seat is making his bones creak. Master of the Order you should become, they said. Follow the calling of the Force, you should. A fulfilling purpose, it will be. Mace is going to hunt the little goblin for sport when this is all over, and he’s going to laugh the whole time.

“Show us the livestream again, could you, Knight Parvo?” Yoda asks. Mace bursts a capillary, he’s pretty sure, and so does poor Knight Parvo, whose orange Mon Cala skin tips all the way into blood red with stress. “Most unusual, this is.”

“Absolutely not!”, Ki Adi intervenes before Mace has to, thank the Force for little mercies. Plo Koon’s tusks tremble slightly with either suppressed laughter or abject horror, maybe both, and Stass Allie has her head in her hands. “The holo stills should be enough”, Ki Adi proceeds to add, and Mace has to reconsider all feelings of grace he just felt towards his fellow Councillor.

He never wants to watch Yoda zoom in on someone’s abs again. Or Depa raise her eyebrows at the curve of thighs bent over the dripping front of a speeder.

“Speeder Wash For Our Troops”, his former padawan reads out loud from a still of what has to be hundreds of the things gathered in the public senate parking lot. “Fund Our Boys And Get A Wet Seeing-To!” The series of images features dozens of Coruscant Guard troopers in various stages of unkitted, gleaming and shining with soap suds and water. The fact that the whole thing is also massive shatterpoint after massive shatterpoint is, quite frankly, insulting.

“Well hello- oh dear”, Obi-Wan’s blue form crackles to life in his chair, followed by several sounds of choking that are definitely not him. Good, Mace thinks acidly. If he has to deal with this, then so does kriffing Skywalker. “I’m sorry, why am I looking at Commander Thorn using a washrag like a lasso on top of a speeder?”

“Oh, the Guard’s little fundraising project”, Bail Organa says, as he steps into the Council chambers. Normally, Mace likes the man well enough. Now, he just smiles and adds on, “I’ve already donated, in mine and Breha’s name. Remotely, of course.”

“The Guard’s fundraising speeder wash?”, Obi-Wan repeats, edges of his holo form flickering with what Mace suspects is Skywalker very unsubtly trying to edge in. Force, but the man really is horrible at any and all stealth, like kissing his secret wife in an open arena in front of his Master. “And they are fundraising for…?”

“GAR budget allocations have to come from somewhere”, Organa shrugs. “And with the tide of public opinion turning, they’ve been tending towards cuts. The Guard feels them more keenly than any other sector - they’ve been reduced from half to quarter rations, and medical supplies have not made more than a token appearance in the last draft. The Chancellor has cancelled three consecutive meetings on the matter, and thus it was agreed that a more hands-on approach was needed. Any surplus will go into the Army fund.”

“Surely it can’t be that dire”, Oppo protests, a slightly less concerning shade of purple now. Senator Organa shrugs again, jostling the smattering of cracks slowly building around his person in a way that makes Mace wince quietly. “It’s all publicly available data, Masters.”

It really can be that dire, as it turns out. And quarter rations is only scratching the surface of how dire, considering the Guard has apparently never had access to bacta in all their posting, and also includes requisitioning forms available to the Senate for reconditionings and decommissionings, two words Mace has only heard Ponds whispers amidst shuddering in the early days of the war before Shaak Ti went off and just about tore some throats out over it.

“Alright”, he concedes, rubbing at his temples. “Fair enough, we have failed to tackle a massive blind spot in the Guard’s well being. There is no Jedi assigned to Coruscant, and that’s an oversight on our behalf. But how in the everloving kriff did this get past the Chancellor and Commander Fox?!”

Who have both signed, black on white. Bail Organa smiles cryptically. “Well, if you scroll a bit past that one image, up to the industrial speeder in the back - Commander Fox is currently having credits stuffed into his codpiece in the back, I believe.”

“HE’S WHAT IN THE WHAT NOW”, Commander Cody screeches through the speaker of Obi-Wan’s holo image, and Mace has to summon every bit of Jedi-serenity he possesses in his body to keep from dropkicking a cackling Yoda through the chamber windows.

[pia55tri]

Carcar prompt!!

Carlos follows Oscar back on Insta randomly and Oscar is very ??? about it hehe

thank you for sending in a prompt 🫶

Oscar gets so many notifications on his public socials that he’s muted them all. That isn’t to say that he isn’t immediately informed when anything happens, because he is.

This time, it’s a message from his social media manager, who doesn’t really manage his posts, but does keep an eye out on them for the team. It goes, Just a few comments from some drivers on your latest post. And Carlos followed you back.

And Oscar’s immediate instinct is to ask, Carlos who?

Is it Carlos Alcaraz? That would be cool, but unlikely.

Even just as unlikely is Carlos Sainz Jr. following him back. But that’s just what happens.

Oscar stares at his followers list for a long moment. He isn’t on bad terms with Carlos, per se. But they’re not on — on great terms either. They just.

They talk. A lot. Carlos talks a lot, in general, and Oscar is exactly the type to goad him, so when they end up in the same vicinity — which is often, nowadays, given that they’re both living in Monaco and bumping into each other at the gym, or the padel court, or even Lando’s favourite haunts around the city — they end up talking for longer than Oscar anticipates.

And they take the same private jets. Same planes, if they’re flying commercial. They have the same friends on the grid. They go to the same gym.

It just happens. Oscar never expected it to, but it does. And somehow all those coincidences and those conversations snowball into texting on the regular and sending each other ridiculous posts from the internet and sports news clips and short messages about their very separate days. And.

Anyway. Throughout it all, Carlos never followed Oscar back on instagram. It was funny, at first (and still is, really), because Carlos would leave comments on his posts like a terrible stalker. For the first few weeks of their sort-of-friendship, Oscar doesn’t think that Carlos even knew he hadn’t been following Oscar back. But it’s since been a little joke between them.

(And imagine that, an inside joke between Oscar and Carlos Sainz Jr. Oscar was a child and spectator at one of Carlos’s rookie races. Little Oscar would have laughed in disbelief. Rookie Oscar would have also laughed in disbelief, in, albeit, a mildly different manner.)

So, now. Oscar is up at an unreasonable time, lounging in his underwear, in the middle of his messy room, and staring at the carlossainz55 in his followers list.

What the fuck.

He needs a sympathetic ear.

🏎🏎

“Okay?” Logan is not at all sympathetic. “And, uh, how does that make you feel?”

“I’m. Normal about it.”

“If you were normal about it, you wouldn’t have called me about it at,” a rustle and a sigh, “three in the morning about it. Mate, I have a meeting in, like, four hours.”

“Logan, please.”

“Call Fred or something.”

“No!” Oscar immediately protests. “And no calling Lando either. They’ll just tell me to— to smooch him or something.”

Another pause. “Well, mate, I don’t know what to tell you, but I personally think that if you’re thinking about ‘smooching’ someone at three in the morning, then you should probably do that.”

Oscar groans. “Fuck you, too.”

“Cheers,” Logan says brightly, then hangs up on him.

Oscar groans again.

🏎🏎

He finally gives in to his little lizard hindbrain and pulls up his messages with Carlos.

So you’re finally signing up to seeing me on your timeline regularly?

He stares at his screen with some shock at his own audacity. What is he—

A buzz. And a reply from Carlos.

Much easier than me going to look for your account every time I want to see you, yes?

Oscar stares some more.

Carefully, he places his phone screen-down on his bed. Looks up at the ceiling.

He can feel his heart in his throat.

Well.

Well.

[calolily]

[klikandtuna]

“You’re so brave,” whispers Crowley.

“Of course I am. You’re here.”

—

Chapter 15, “All Else Is Folly,” is up! In which Crowley realizes what he’s done…and asks a favor.

Sky Clear Blue (rated E) updates every Tuesday and Friday with L A R G E chapters, so come and join the fun!

[baeshijima]

anyway since my hq!! hyperfixation has reared its head around once more, i shall remind u all of one thing:

iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer (+ argentina player oikawa tooru)

[thefallennightmare]

I feel like I should be going to the gym with my outfit instead of cleaning houses. Also please don’t say anything about my overgrown roots. I need to touch them up so bad but don’t have to energy. I need a 6’3” tattooed man to help me with it.

[rinzydings]

Your jesters. 💕

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[yukipri]

Wings in fall🍁🍂🕊️

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[gokartkid]

Maxiel prompt: anything to do with wag Daniel.

daniel is a fan-favourite wag-- or like, as much of a fan favourite as you can be while still being a wag (there will always be strange haters). he's a bit weirded out by it all at first, the attention for literally just seeing a guy (and max is, definitely in all ways just some guy) but daniel is also a bit of a peacock in every universe, so OBVIOUSLY thrives off of this

daniel loves those wag fashion accounts he finds them so funny but also likes to be helpful-- sometimes when he sees that they've gone hat: unknown, he'll reach out and be like hey bought my hat from (x brand) btw!

he likes posting max, making tiktoks with him etc. not just in big ways but subtle ones too (think: lily muni he's brillll socials presence) and like... daniel understands marketing and the importance of image and sure, it's not like this is some kind of PR relationship, or that he's shelling out their life for content but... he's always liked documenting!!

daniel makes his .jpg acc in this verse and it blows up, obviously, he just gets along with everyone really well and at this point its like, 2-3 years into their relationship so he's been in the paddock a ton now and just hung out with drivers/their wags in a normal way. so he CAN just go up to valtteri (who they see a lot if they're all in melbs/aus) and be like LOL CHEESE! (everyone finds it rlly funny when he gets in 'trouble' then has to put that 'licensed photographer' sticker on his camera from the f1 officials) daniel changes his bio to say an official f1 photographer 📷 for shits and giggles

the first time he gets interviewed in the paddock he doesn't even remember what he says-- totally blanks out and just rambles because he's already nervous and oh god totally not pr trained and-- gah! he's sure it's a weird rambling mess! except then he catches up to max later and max is like "so i heard you were off being famous!" and daniels like urghh no don't make fun of me, and max is like what? no you were rlly great apparently! very impressive. and daniels like oh.... oh okay :)

max and daniel do NOT do soft launching-- they literally go on a few dates fall very hard and fast in love and then daniel is being hard posted on max's ig bc he does not do social conventions like that lmfao. max is very like but im dating you... so im going to post our photos together. obviously. and daniels like oh but the mystery! the intrigue! max finds it rlly funny.

they do dinner at the horners pretty often-- daniel always says he feels like some kind of real housewife, which max finds hilarious, and they get very VERY drunk on their expensive gins.

[angelbitezzz]

I have a question about the state of things if it's not too spoilery!

It's mentioned that the reader went through speech therapy and was a weird kid, and also sees a lot of themself in frisk. So I'm kind of picking up hints that the reader used to talk like how you write Frisk's dialog, or am I way off base? (I really like the decision to write their dialog like that btw its a fun choice!)

I really love your writing and can't wait to see more of it ^^

I can't answer too much cuz it's spoilers, but everything I do does have a reason for being there! ^^

Thanks for your kind words! Here's a picture of the reader and frisk!

[cinematicnomad]

i went to happy hour with a few friends yesterday (…what started as happy hour) and i looked VERY cute but also i am SO hungover now and suffering through a 9AM meeting 😫

[fiori7ura]

“make him pay.”

words — 587 | rating — teen & up

★ warnings: none!

based on the prompt sentence, “If you die, I’m gonna kill you,” by @writinginstardust, which you can find here

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They're standing outside of the Munson's trailer, huddled in a group. Robin, Nancy, and Steve on one side, facing Eddie and Dustin. Thunder rolls in the atmosphere around them, and it's their final destination before they go to try and kill Vecna.

The air is musky and stinks like nasty ass mildew, it's fucking freezing, Steve can't feel his goddamn fingers, and now, he has to say goodbye to Eddie and Dustin and turn his back. Be the strong man, the big man, and walk away.

It's hard to do.

Steve makes sure to put his best into the little speech he prepared to Robin before all of this.

"Don't try and be cute, or be a hero, or something," he huffs, looking at Eddie. "You guys are just—decoys."

Dustin nods along with Steve while he's talking, and Steve imagines that's just like how he does when he's in class. He loves that kid with every bone in his body.

Eddie smiles weakly, his dimples not popping like they normally do. His smile doesn't meet his eyes, and Steve's chest aches in a bad way.

Steve goes to turn away as he gives Eddie and Dustin one last look, but he hears Eddie's voice ring out behind him and gives into the weakness crawling up the knobs of his spine.

"Hey, Steve?"

Eddie's eyes are squinted, his head is tilted ever-so-slightly, and there's a determined set to his jaw.

He looks down, eyes darting around, facing towards the hard dirt ground, avoiding eye contact with Steve. Then he glances back up, weary as ever.

"Make him pay," Eddie mutters out, and the mask he always wears to hide how he feels is now withering away. Steve can see it in his face.

Steve nods, goes to walk away, then pauses. Stands there for a second, maybe a minute, weighing his choices, and decides, fuck it.

He heads straight toward Eddie, grabs the open sides of his jacket, and pulls him close, pressing his mouth to Eddie's.

"If you die, I’m gonna kill you, Munson," Steve mumbles against his lips, hot breath passed between them in their small shared space.

Eddie cups his face delicately, like Steve will break if he's not too careful with him, and nods. "I promise, you'll see me after this, Stevie. You can hate me for as long as you live if I don't come back."

Steve pulls away, nudges his nose against Eddie's, and grins. "As if I could ever hate you, Eds."

Eddie chuckles, and his eyes crinkle, and those devistatingly cute dimples pop out, and Steve feels so giddy inside.

Robin clears his throat behind him, and Steve gives him a knowing smile, playfully rolling his eyes.

"Guess that's my cue. I'll see you soon, Eddie."

Eddie pulls his grimy hands away from Steve's face, and gives him one last peck, soft and sweet.

"See you."

Steve nods, and Eddie nods back, winking, and his smile is still present on his beautiful face.

When they see each other again, Steve wraps Eddie in the biggest hug, spinning him around in circles all while kissing him as long as he can.

They made it out alive, Eddie's safe and unscathed, and Steve can't believe his luck. Maybe the universe isn't so cruel.

"You kept your promise, huh, baby?"

Eddie smiles so widely Steve feels like he might already be falling in love. "'Course I did, sweetheart."

His southern twang comes through while speaking, and Steve kisses him again.

And again, and again, and again.

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[vinylandcoffeecollection]

Matty’s bathroom selfies: a series

[evanpfics]

New Photo Of Evan Peters. Hope he's doing okay.

Found On: Instagram (brevanpeters)

[segfaultfault]

"Haircut" (AO3 registered user link) by @endersbegin

This fic about a genderfluid Lucy getting a haircut she can be proud to rock as Leon too makes me 😭

“It’s still a big deal even if it grows back,” Maggie reminds her gently, hand running up and down Lucy’s arm in a firm, calming rhythm. “It’s a big deal if you say it is.”

😭