#snowboarding basics

[drinkabletoxicdishsoap]

i need to draw my main oc so bad.. like I love her and so much lore for her but i just haven’t drawn her.. and I don’t have the motivation to. especially today

[tumble-tv]

ICE raids are happening.

Any immigrants, no matter how long you have been a citizen of the USA, is at risk of being deported either out of the country as a whole or into what are basically concentration camps. Raids starting in Chicago, Illinois. and spreading to other major cities with high POC and Hispanic populations. The US Immigrations and Customs Enforcement (ICE) and Customs and Border Patrol (CBP) have started raiding homes and families in California.

There are no "protected locations" as of January 21, 2025. Hospitals, schools, and churches are all at risk of being raided, where before these places were deemed safe and off limits to raids.

When it comes to spotting an ICE agent, look for these:

Weirdly neat/well kept hair (shaved heads, side parts, military burs for men; low buns, high ponytails, close cropped bobs for women)

Oversized jacket (long and bulky outerwear makes it easier to hide tools/equipment without being suspicious)

Both hands in pockets

Many undercover agents/cops buy cheap plain clothes off the racks so they aren’t seen in their own clothes. This can make their outfit seem awkward

Sweatshirts with the hood up

Sports apparel (warm up jacket, sweats, etc) with non-sports clothes (jeans, cargo shorts)

Cargo pants/shorts (usually full of items like their badge, flashlight, taser, pepper spray, backup handcuffs, zip ties)

Military or hiking style boots, sometimes chunky sneakers (extra points if none of it matches anything in their outfit)

Outline of a gun in their pants/shirt (easy to see when bending, leaning, or raising arms) (NO NOT SAY ANYTHING)

Overly friendly

Overly inquisitive

“How old are you” and ���what do you know about this happening” are both red flags, along with generally odd and personal questions

Don’t fit in

Mismatched pairs in public spaces (usually cops do these things in pairs. They don’t talk to each other or acknowledge each other much, if at all)

DO NOT SAY ANYTHING UNTIL YOU ARE 100% SURE

YOUR BEST BET IS NOT TO SAY ANYTHING UNTIL THE SUSPECT STARTS ACTING OFF AND GETTING PUSHY

COPS ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO TELL YOU THAT THEY ARE UNDERCOVER

COPS CAN AND WILL LIE TO YOU

SCREAM “LA MIGRA” AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS

For protesting:

N95 masks

Respirator/gas mask if you have access to one

Water water water water water (I hate to say it, but disposable one use bottles are best here. If it comes to it, you need to be able to drop and run.) Use for flushing wounds, flushing eyes of tear gas, and of course drinking.

Snacks! You'll be doing a lot of walking and/or running and need to keep that energy up. Trail mix, dried fruit, nuts, granola bars, crackers, jerky/meat sticks, fruit snacks, candy, etc. Think of it like packing your lunchbox for a field trip.

Eyedrops (teargas is a bitch)

Goggles (I bring my old snowboarding goggles)

If you are wearing a t-shirt or have exposed skin, put on fake/temporary tattoos. If you are brought into something and they say you were there, showing a picture of you with the tattoos, show them where that tattoo would be and how there’s nothing there. How would you get rid of a giant flower on your forearm in 2 days anyways?

Wigs fall under the same category as tattoos. The person they're claiming to be you has a blonde bob and you have green hair past your shoulders.It also makes it possible to go with a completely different color without the use of hair dye. This means if they try to arrest you later and try to prove it was you by taking your hair and testing for dye, it won't come back the way they hope. (Thank you @violetrosepetals for this addition!)

Hide your hair. I tuck my hair into my beanie since it’s short. If you have longer hair, try to do the same or tuck it into your shirt. Balaclavas are also a good choice, as they cover both your face and hair.

Power bank

Chargers

Helmet. Any is fine, my personal choice is a skating helmet since they’re rounder and can take more damage, but tactical is also good

Hand sanitizer

Gloves with hard knuckles (tactical gloves). These pack a good punch even if you don't have the correct form. Don't have those? Wrist guards for roller skating/skateboarding work kinda like that too. More of a slapping motion, but still hurt like a bitch. Extra points if they're all scuffed up from use and falls.

Bandanas. Somebody might need one for their face or hair, maybe you need to get dirt off somebody’s face, maybe somebody got injured. They’re great for anything and everything.

Cash (try to stick to cash, your card can be tracked)

Medications if you take them. If you get arrested or happen to somehow be away for longer than expected after the protest, it’s always good to have emergency meds

FIRST AID ALL THE FIRST AID (Tourniquet, Quikclot, chest seal, trauma shears, gauze, bandages, duct tape, and all the usual stuff you’d have in there)

Good shoes. Boots and sneakers are your best choices. Not heels, not platforms, not sandals. Good boots or shoes that won't come off your feet too easily when you run. Steel toed shoes are a great option. Your toes won't be squashed, but also it'll hurt someone a lot more if you start kicking.

Spare socks. Trust me. You can use them to stop bleeding if it comes to it, but also you can put rocks in there and boom weapon. Also if the socks you're wearing get wet.

As much covering clothing as you can handle. Plain jeans, plain hoodie, plain t-shirt, keep yourself as anonymous as possible. Black and baggy is best.

Photocopy of your ID, not your real one.

Sunscreen!

Make sure your clothes have pockets, even if you have a bag. You want everything to be easily accessible.

Do not wear contact lenses. If tear gas is used, that will make everything so much worse. Wear your glasses or go blind. If you have overly unique or identifiable frames, goggles are your friend here. Get some goggles that will fit over your frames, preferably ones that are tinted.

If you use mobility aids, cover defining features. Logos, brand names, colors, stickers, all of it. Take some old plain t-shirt and tie it around your wheelchair’s backrest. Wrap your wheelchair frame in cling wrap, then duct tape, or plain black self adhering medical tape. Cover stickers on your cane or crutches the same way. Electric chair? You have a little more work, but you can do it. Wrap it up. Same idea. Walker? Same thing. Cover. It. All.

If you are bringing a bag, make sure that bag is as plain as possible. No pins. No patches. No keychains. Except maybe a pride flag so people know which team you're playing on.

Scarf or keffiyeh if you have one. They have many uses!

Write a reliable phone number (of someone who is not at the protest with you) on your body. On the off chance you get arrested, that is your emergency contact.

Pocket knife.

Pepper spray/mace/bear spray

if you get tear gassed, shake around first before using water. Most tear gas is more of a powder and water has a high likelihood of just spreading it around. (Thank you @actually-a-bread-loaf for this addition!)

Tennis rackets also work wonderfully for chucking tear gas canisters back at those throwing them. Anybody asks, you're going out to play tennis with friends later. Baseball bats also work! (Thank you @azul-nova-24 for this addition!)

Anything you can throw. Soup for my family.

IF YOU CAN, LEAVE YOUR PHONE AT HOME

IF YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT WITH YOU, TURN OFF LOCATION SERVICES ON ALL APPS AND TURN OFF BIOMETRICS (FACE ID AND FINGERPRINT) SO YOU CAN ONLY UNLOCK YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR PASSWORD

COPS CAN FORCE YOU TO OPEN YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR FINGERPRINT OR FACE ID

MAKE SURE SOMEBODY KNOWS GENERALLY WHERE YOU ARE

If you see a potential or active raid, take pictures and note the time and location. Post online if you can, as well.

You have the right to remain silent. State that you wish to remain silent. Avoid giving information about anybody's immigration status. You have the right to refuse to sign anything before speaking to an attorney. You have the right to refuse searches of your car, your home, and yourself. Schools do not collect a child's immigration status.

I do not want to scare anybody, but this is what life is right now. That man does not care how long you have been a citizen of this country. If you are not a white, cisgender, heterosexual, Christian male, you are seen as less than by men in power. You are not less than. You are a threat to them, and they are scared. Keep it that way.

Even if you're not currently protesting, it's good to know this just in case. Things are happening very quickly, and there is a very high chance of it changing very quickly within the next four years.

Here's the link to my post on what to bring in terms of first aid.

If you cannot attend protests, that’s fine. Do what’s best for you. Even just reposting information helps.

This is an updated version of this post,

Updated January 27, 2025.

[nbstevonnie]

someone refers to me with he/him: sure 👍

someone talks about me like i'm actually a guy: what the fukc

[23victoria]

snowboarding

ꨄ༊*·˚ pairings: f1 drivers x reader

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ꨄ༊*·˚ synopsis: snowboarding with the f1 drivers and you have a little accident

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ꨄ༊*·˚ F1 MASTERLIST

Lewis Hamilton

Lewis glides effortlessly down the slope while you, in contrast, move like a malfunctioning robot.

“Just relax,” he calls back. “You’re doing great!”

He shouldn’t have said that— because seconds later, you hit an uneven patch and face-plant.

Lewis stops so fast he sprays snow everywhere. “Babe? Babe?! Oh no— are you hurt?”

You roll onto your back, snow-covered but grinning. “I have become one with the mountain.”

Lewis lets out a relieved chuckle, covering his face. “Don’t do that to me, Y/N!” He flops into the snow next to you, laughing. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know.”

He shakes his head with a grin. “Next time, let’s stick to sledding.”

Charles Leclerc

Charles is all confidence as he helps you strap in. “Just follow my lead, bebé. Nice and easy.”

Nice and easy, my ass.

The moment you push off, you gain too much speed and, before you can stop, go flying straight into a snowbank.

Charles nearly trips over himself rushing to you. “Babe! Are you hurt? Talk to me!”

But instead of replying, you burst into laughter, struggling to pull yourself out of the snow.

Charles blinks. “You— you’re laughing?”

You nod, still giggling uncontrollably. He sighs, relief washing over his face before he starts laughing too, shaking his head. “You scared me, you idiot.”

“But did I look cool before I crashed?” you ask.

He snorts. “No. You looked like Bambi on ice.”

Carlos Sainz

Carlos is patient, guiding you through the basics. “It’s all about balance, cariño.”

Balance, you repeat in your head. Balance.

Then the snowboard betrays you. One sharp turn and suddenly you’re tumbling, rolling down the slope like a snow-covered burrito.

Carlos skids to a stop beside you, wide-eyed. “Y/N?! Are you okay? Speak to me!”

You peek up at him, grinning through your snow-covered face. “I think I invented a new trick.”

Carlos sighs in relief, then throws his head back laughing. “Dios mío, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” He shakes his head. “But I will admit— that was quite a spectacular crash.”

“Thank you, I do my own stunts.”

Lando Norris

Lando is already filming, grinning. “Alright, first time on a snowboard. What could go wrong?”

Everything. Everything could go wrong.

You barely make it five feet before catching an edge and wiping out spectacularly, your legs flinging over your head before you land in a heap.

Lando stops recording. “Oh my god.” He rushes over, panic setting in. “Y/N? Are you alive?”

Your laughter bubbles up from the snow, and Lando groans in relief. “You scared the crap out of me!”

You wiggle your arms dramatically. “Still alive, unfortunately.”

Lando bursts into laughter, dropping beside you. “That was the funniest fall I’ve ever seen.”

“Did you get it on camera?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Post it.”

Oscar Piastri

Oscar stands at the top, eyeing you cautiously. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes! I’m a natural athlete.”

You immediately fall.

Oscar’s soul leaves his body as he rushes to you, sliding to a stop. “Y/N? Please tell me you’re okay.”

You open your eyes and just start laughing.

Oscar blinks. “You’re— you’re laughing?”

You nod, wiping snow from your face. “That was fun.”

He sighs, shaking his head before chuckling. “I thought you died for a second.”

“Not yet, but the day is young.”

Oscar groans, but he’s still smiling. “You’re unbelievable.”

Max Verstappen

Max watches you from the top of the slope, arms crossed, smirking. “You sure you don’t want a few practice runs first?” he asks.

You roll your eyes. “How hard can it be?”

Famous last words.

One second, you’re upright; the next, you’re airborne, limbs flailing like a ragdoll before face-planting into the snow.

Max sprints down, panic in his eyes. “Y/N?! Are you okay?” He drops to his knees beside you, but instead of groaning in pain, you’re wheezing with laughter, unable to breathe.

Max stares for a moment before shaking his head, chuckling. “You absolute idiot,” he mutters, flopping onto the snow next to you, laughing. “You looked like a falling pancake.”

“A pancake?” you gasp between laughs.

“Yeah, a very uncoordinated one.”

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[genderqueerdykes]

Just another trans man chiming in. I didn’t realize how bad things are going until I tried to go to a queer meet up in the next city over.

I live in a very rural area where I 1. Can’t get a job because it’s my hometown and everyone Knows and 2. Can’t make friends because everyone Knows. But I haven’t had a car in ages so I was stuck.

Well, finally got a car (and a job! Where the men treat me like an Other and the women treat me like I’m afraid of periods despite having had many and they’re aware of this because Everyone Knows) and went to said meet up.

With in the first hour:

1. I was infantilized by and condescended to by a cis woman who was almost 10 years younger than me and thought she could enlighten me on the trans experience.

2. Told by a transwoman (who she herself said she identified as Very Woman) that all trans men “get over that and figure out they’re at least a little non binary or effeminate” when sharing that I felt like a “binary” masculine trans man.

3. Was told I couldn’t identify with MY womanhood because I don’t feel feminine at all (even though I’ve been a man for 6 years and a woman for 30)

4. And basically ended up alienated in a corner because I couldn’t engage with anyone without being treated like a toddler or having jokes made about how I look like a cis dude bro (I kind of am a dude bro. I go surfing and snowboarding and I really love wearing tee turtle graphic tees with joggers and these really cool boots) and they werent friendly jokes.

So yeah. You have it just so easy as a trans guy and it’s really cool and awesome being pushed out of your own community for being yourself.

jesus christ, i'm so sorry you've been through that, but thank you so much for sharing your experience. i'm noticing a disturbing pattern of trans women and transfems violently, proudly misgendering trans men for no reason. can we please stop this?

[zaynes-nieve]

Zayne Confirmed Lore

Anything confirmed by the developers, including any accounts or information within the game! (I will update you as the game continues, and I appreciate any info I can get from you all as well!!!!)

Tender Moments | Memoria | Bond | Devs/Offical/Messages/Calls | Main Story | Annecdotes

Basic Info:

Zayne's Birthday is September 5th | About Him

Other Names: Rei (JP), Lee See-Oen (KR) and Li Shen (CN)

Zayne's Constellation sign is a Virgo (like me)| About Him

Zayne is 6'1 | About Him

Zayne's age is 27 | About Him

Zayne is the Chief Cardiac Surgeon at Akso Hospital | About Him

Zayne's evol is Ice | About Him

Daily Life and a good chunk of the lore

Zayne is a workaholic, and he likes it | Gentle Twilight/About Him

He is good at snowboarding! | Everlasting Snowdrop/About Him

He knows how to peel an apple in one go | Spring Remnants/About Him

He is good at drawing (those anatomical diagrams, ftw!!!) | Suprise Encounter/About Him

He has a sweet tooth (like me) | Nostalgic Sweetness/About Him

He gets toothaches (unlike me) | Nostalgic Sweetness/About Him

He is a terrible patient (Strict against others, indulgent to his own whims) | Nostalgic Sweetness/About Him

Zayne is a teetotaler (a person who never drinks alcohol) | Drunken Intimacy/About Him

He is good at pool but is a strict teacher | Exclusive Tutorial/About Him

His Parents are also Doctors and work with Doctors without Borders overseas | Eternal Attachment/About Him

He sends them a message on his birthday each year, telling them he is just fine! | Eternal Attachment/About Him

Zayne has a hard time controlling his Evol | Main Story 4-10/Never Ending Winter ch.4

Starcatcher Awardee (2046) | Main Story 4-5

Linde Award Winner (Year 2046) | Main Story 4-5 / Never Ending Winter ch.10? Last chapter mention

His patients all are obedient (terrified) of him | A Pure White Heart ch. 3

Dr. Zayne and Dawnbreaker see each other in their dreams | (Never Ending Winter Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.4)

He has a pet squirrel named after the medication, Clopidogrel! | Feed the Squirrel/Message

It appears Zayne also frequently volunteers to assist in medical relief for disasters or joins the medical teams assisting hunters fighting wanders in high-frequency zones | Dawn's Shadows, Foreign Aid/Video Call, Hidden Motive, Medical Rescue

He is quick to forgo his well-being to save others in dangerous situations. He truly puts his own duty as a doctor above everything else.| Medical Rescue, Neon Night

He is surprisingly (not to any of us but to MC ig) a novice to the art of sleeping in. | Fluffy Treatment/About Him

When he is sick he dodges the cold medicine for Hot Cocoa. | Engraved Affection/About Him

Zayne used to secretly tag along to get Milk Tea with the Akso Hospital Staff | Everlasting Wish/About Him

His Past:

Zayne was one smart cookie and skipped several years! But because he was so young and his classmates were not. He had a hard time making friends | Delicacy/About Him

When he was in medical school, he visited a barbeque stall a lot | Delicacy/About Him

He has a good tolerance for pain����and he gets injured a lot, leaving many scars | Medical Rescue/About Him

Dr. Zayne was in the 35th Cohort of the Skyhaven Medical School in a PhD Program | Never Ending Winter ch.1

He was an intern under Dr. William (took him under his wing) | Never Ending Winter ch.1

It's implied he had to kill William after those black crystals seemed to be turning Dr.William into a Wanderer (Do we consider this confirmed enough?) | Never Ending Winter ch. 6

He Plays Tennis (and won a prize!) | Tennis Game/Messages

Due to the time travel shenanigans and our boy being the best at everything, Zayne is now an expert Jade carver! | Moonlit Dream

He briefly studied keyboards as a child. But quit after a month. | Heartstring Notes

All he knows how to play is Little Lamb | Heartstring Notes

When he worked at the hospital during New Years, the Akso Hospital Staff celebrated the holidays together | Cherished Longing/About Him

Zayne has a brother....it's a Monkey | Cherished Longing

His Likes:

He really hates carrots!!! | A Frozen Promise/About Him

He visits medical museums to relax, or he will go look out at the river | Heart Within Reach/About Him

Our Story 💙❄️☃️

He gave us a little snow seal when we were children (we thought it was a snowball) | A Frozen Promise/About Him

After seeing our name on the volunteer list for the Frontlines, he follows us. Hidden Motive/Insta Acc.

He is our Primary Doctor!!! (we're not gonna talk about the ethics of this LMFAO) | Main Story 1-8/About Him

Zayne said he melted an "old" popsicle (our popsicles at this time) for us when we were kids | Nostalgic Sweetness/About Him

Our Grandmother left us a letter with Zayne, and he seems to know more than he is letting on | Main Story 4-7

We voted for him in the Patient's Favorite Doctor poll on Asko's official account (He also won) | A Vote/Message

HE USES US AS HIS WALLPAPER | Screen Saver/Message

Zayne is not above bribery (whether it is us or his patients) | I Miss You/Message

We gave daffodils to Zayne! (they're garlic) | Gardening/Message

World Underneath

Longly Flame

Williams Girlfriend was named Sienna

She gives Zayne, Williams Martyr Badge.

(See the Everlasting Anecdote for more info on William)

They call Zayne the 35th academic god XD. They pray to him before exams lmfao

Zayne and Dr. Noah are apart of an experiment along with Carter regarding proctores and hearts. It starts growing black crystals

Zayne deletes all of his research

In General this just introduces that Dr. Noah had three protégés; Zayne, Carter and William

Snowy Stairs

Carter didn't get his doctorate degree (what a scum bag)

Carter is stalking Zayne.

He also seems to be playing and is obsessed with life and death

Cabin 607 is a patient, Carter is attempting to use to get Zayne to join him in his efforts at Xander Sciences

His name is Felix, 45 and a teacher

Carter tried to hack Zayne with a Trojan horse. This man is obsessed oml

Carter is now attempting to use MC to get to Zayne and possibly use MC for the X-Heart Experiment

No Morning (The Greyson Anecdote)

Zayne is the type to micromanage

This occurs after Im assuming after MC and Zayne’s trip to Mt. Eternal due to context clues but this may be wrong

Greyson has a crush on a Hunter

Zayne and MC are considered close by the Akso staff

Snowball Flower on Zayne's desk though it looks a little sick according to Greyson

Called a Snow Velvet

Rescue Operation, both Greyson, Zayne attend for 2 days and 2 nights

Awww Greyson got himself a little Hunter girlfriend

CPR and the 6 minutes if they're heart stops. To not give up cause that is when a person is declared dead and can't be resuscitated. (I think Greyson was telling Zayne this but I originally thought it was Zayne telling Greyson)

Overall it really is just getting into how scary being a hunter is from a non hunter perspective. Especially since it's from a surgeon who is like Zayne.

We also learn more about some of the medical conditions that occur with Hunters and protocore symptoms

And once again the mention of the Grim Reaper and again the mention of dark ICE crystals with the dying snow velvet .

MYTH STORIES

Foreseer

Master of Fate

Dawnbreaker

Anything talked about in this section is written as if you have already had the knowledge before hand.

Never Ending Winter: Zayne Anecdote #2

First mention of Dawnbreaker and also where we get the info of Zayne's Nightmare into Dawnbreaker's world.

Zayne mentions the nightmares again and talks about how his current reality is more bloody than his nightmares (Dawn Breaker World)

We get Dr.Zayne's perspective as he is "in that world of ice and snow" Zayne attacks himself from his perspective with dark crystals (which we know from The third ancedote is the color of Dawnbreaker's ice

Dr.Zayne refers to this black coated version of him as the Grim Reaper.

Zayne almost accidentally killed someone important to him when he was 12. He was 12 when he first started getting dreams of Dawnbreaker

Crystals begin to grow off of William (though, they mention the color of said crystals being black, they dont mention if they're ice)

Future edit: 1/25/25: Infold has made it very clear recently between the difference between the dark ice of Dawnbreaker and the black crystals that seems to involve humans turning into wanderers. Zayne now in the most recent main story with Caleb has made it clear that the crystals on Kevi was the ones that were on William!!!

The people Dawnbreaker killed appear in front of him after he kills William

Still in the Dark: Zayne Anecdote #3

Georgie's first description of Dawnbreaker Zayne is that of a Grim Reaper (hence the connection to all mentions of him in Never Ending Winter)

Georige is a young boy who hires Zayne to help him find the person who killed his mom

Dawnbreaker is the in canon title for the serial killer who leaves no bodys only dark blue crystals

There is footage of Dawnbreaker killing these people, so it isn't speculation

Detective Ivan, the police working on the Dawnbreaker case, gives distrubing insight into the situation, giving his point of view that the people who Dawnbreaker is killing leave behind shards like Wanderer protocores

When he catches Dawnbreaker in the act, he finds the victim with tentacles and attacking Dawnbreaker.

Georgie's mother was a worker at an ungergound protocore factory

Zayne, after running out of chocolate, takes some from Georgie, and so begins the Georige & Zayne duo.

DB!Zayne watches Old Doctor Television Shows

He also only lives off of Nutrient Solutions

DB! Zayne also has a Jasmine Plant

He also oftens visits a decayed plaza with a jasmine field

In their universe, Linkon City is a city from a distant past.

DB!Zayne confirms that he also dreams and that it is of our Linkon City

Chapter 4 is where we get the most intermigle between Zayne & DB! Zayne.

Zayne dreams of MC and the snacks we share with Zayne in particular a popsicle which could be a reference to the bond story Nostalgic Sweetness

He dreams of being a suregon. He started getting these dreams also at the age twelve

He knew at 12 that MC and Zayne would meet at 27

Dawnbreaker lives vicariously though these dreams and the remnants of Linkon he can find in his world.

Zayne calls the Humans who leave behind Protocore fragments "Abominations"

He plays some recording about Zhuangzi and the Butterfly essentially not knowing if he was the dream or if they are. (Butterfly dreaming of being Zhuangzi or Zhuangzi dreaming of being a Butterfly) Dr.Zayne and Dawnbreaker to a T.

Georgie dreams of being a monster (Foreshadowing yall). Zayne notices a bump under Georgies eyes 😭

Georgie, on the day he turns 12, begins to show more obvious symptoms of being an Abomination

IK this has been more of a recount, but we got little to work with Dawn Breaker lore yall

Dawn Breakers first kill was when he was 12, after he killed his adopted father, who became an Abomination

It is also here that we learn that if not killed, these beings turn into Wanderers.

Zayne is the one who murdered Georgie's mother

We find out that Georgie's mother requested that Zayne kills her half a month before she turned.

Her Coworkers having turned into Wanderers (She believes it was due to their long exposure to the protocores)

Zayne kills Georgie after he becomes an Abomination

Detective Ivan gives us the run down that the government and those in power are hiding the fact that some of those wanderers were once human. He also intends to stop and destory the investigation against Dawnbreaker, likely so Zayne can continue doing his job.

Eternal Attachment

Zayne's Birthday Card!!!! What is it doing in the Dawnbreaker section people ask as I slowly sink into despair about the implications of it

So! I conveniently didn't mention something in a previous section, Still In The Dark

Why are you telling me this you ask having after reading walls of text or just looking at this section first. Well because of this dialogue RIGHT HERE:

A familiar melody drifts through the darkness.

It’s “Happy Birthday”?

“Happy Birthday, Dr. Zayne!”

The girl’s clear voice rings out, her smile warm like the morning sun.

Is he dreaming again?

“From now on, I’ll always be by your side for your birthday.”

The girl’s sincere yet slightly shy expression makes him unable to resist the urge to caress her cheek.

He lowers his head and discovers they’re holding hands. He reaches out, but right before touching the girl’s cheek, she's suddenly looks shocked.

“You… aren’t Dr. Zayne. Who are you?”

Zayne abruptly wakes up. A gray wall stares back at him. The alarm resounds, and the holographic screen starts flickering red again.

Zayne takes a deep breath. What did that dream mean?

How did the girl see him? It’s as if she saw through time and space, through his dreams, to realize he’s not the doctor.

NOW LETS GO LOOK AT THE BIRTHDAY ETERNAL ATTACHMENT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!

Y'all I'm physically sickkkk. It was very mean of INFOLD to do us like this and then hit us with the Special Investigations.

But in all seriousness I think there was a similar situation in a 4 Star memory but I can't find it so maybe I've gone crazy. But it is connecting and preparing/setting the scene for the Special Investigation: Thorns Under The Moon

Special Investigation: Thorns Under The Moon

Dr. Zayne, our Zayne and DB Zayne or DB is Dawnbreaker

This first main story lore that connects our Zayne with Dawnbreaker. Everything else has come from the anecdotes or something extremely similar

Prologue

It's been two months since the N109 Zone

Once again modified protocores & Aether cores are making amouck

Specifically the type of Wanderer with a Beta Protocurve can distort time and space. That new aether cores may appear where these Wanderers do

We start off in Zayne's POV it refers to us as "The Girl" which makes me believe based off last experiences that this is Dawnbreaker

Black Crystals (Like we have seen regarding wanderers) spring out of the walls and move towards us.

It mentions a time distort which reminds me of those Wanderers mentioned earlier.

It then cuts to our Zayne. He had been sleeping. At the Asko Rehabilitation Center in a Sleeping Pod. He had a nightmare.

Zayne has been having nightmares since his visit to Mt. Eternal.

It's been two months and he hasn't been able to sleep at all.

He doesn't tell us what happened in the Artic only that he is having a rerecurring nightmare

MC mentions that Zayne has a business trip next week and that she is concerned for his health

Zayne tries to say something about how even if he collapses they're other doctors but MC isn't hearing it calling him "My Doctor" 💙

Dr. Zayne tells us he will be careful and stay alive

We tell him our concerns about who we think the fragment we gave him after the N109 zone is the cause of his nightmares.

He tries to tell us it's a coincidence but I'm not so sure about that. Zayne has had these nightmares since he was 12 yes but they're has been no indication they occur so often until now. I think the protocore fragment is doing something.

We also learn, relearn? That Zayne is studying the fragment and it's possible relation with Protocore Syndrome.

We learn about the Wanderer and the Protocore we are hunting

It moves through distorting space. Anywhere it appears those with Protocore Syndrome fall into comas and some even shock

The location is Chansia City. Which we then find out is where Zayne is going for his business trip!!!

We ask to join the medical team and it's Approved.

As we leave the building to meet Zayne, someone gets in our way. (It's Carter 🤢)

He tries to invite us to dinner which fucking EW. (If it was clear at this point that while I keep the lore/plot accurate I'm not afraid to put my own opinion on these. Now it is)

Zayne comes out and saves us and we get to see the Carter and Zayne beef live

Carter tried to invite all three of us to dinner but MC swiftly declines saying that the association forbids its hunters from accepting dinner for work related purposes (idk if that's true or not)

Carter is trying very hard to give us these flowers (I'm like 98% sure he did shit to them) but Zayne snatches them before we can decline and THEN GIVES THEM BACK TO CARTER(My God I love this man)

This line is EVERYTHING oml

"They're much appreciated. Unfortunately there's no room for them in MY car" omlllll

Carter apparently came to give us a warning about being careful when we are traveling which is SO fucking weird. How did he know we were traveling YALL.

Once we are in the car we try and get more information on Carter and Xander Sciences from Zayne

It flashes back to one of Zayne's earlier chapters regarding that rich person with Rafayel's art that sucked people into it. How Xander Sciences has been trying to get Zayne to join them

Zayne tells us that the only thing they have in common is that they studied under the same professor. (Which we already know because of World Underneath but again!!!! This is really connecting all of the outside Anecdotes and various other stories to the Main one!)

We get to call Carter crazy which is fun for me personally (Its also how we find out he is trying to poach us from Zayne to be Carter's patient. Ewwwwwwww)

Zayne also gets to call him crazy 🤣

We get more information about why the medical team is going to Chansia from Greyson

A specific patient has a weird crystal growth in his heart that is different from the normal patients. (Beta Protocurve anyone?) When this patient was admitted to the hospital he caused a Metaflux burst.

We keep trying to surprise Zayne on these trips and it never works XD. He signed all our paperwork so he knew we were coming

Dr Zayne in a surgery clothes!!!

The Wanderer we are chasing closely resembles Myst ( a type of Wanderer) the proctores don't match up however.

The proctore that is pulled from the patient is like the ones we gave Zayne from the monsters in the N109 Zone.

Then out of nowhere a Metaflux occurs

We try and get Zayne and the other doctors to leave the ER but Zayne refuses trying to keep the patient alive

Zayne asks us to use our evol to suprees the Metaflux (Something I didn't even know our Evol could do but also like ofc I will cause he asked me to 🤣)

We do manage to suppress the Metaflux using our Evol and give Zayne enough time

Zayne pulls us off to the side to do a quick Evol examination

Zayne calls us out for not being entirely honest about why we were here. Which fair. But I'm pretty sure it's like classified so-

Zayne counters our point about how the Aether cores can't be causing the mutations due to one being perfectly integrated with our own Heart.

Zayne believes it's human made and I'm definitely inclined to believe him with all the shady shit Ever and Xander Sciences has done.

Somehow the patient is already awake which is genuinely terrifying cause WTF did they do to this dude?

FUCKING CARTER IS BACK AGAIN. THAT WORLD UNDERNEATH SECTION WAS RIGHT. HE IS SO STALKING ZAYNE WTF.

He says he wasn't following us but I don't fucking believe that shit

And this is when we find out that this dude is a Xander Sciences client. Which like. I've been acting like he was already, but this is the actual confirmation from Carter no less

He is trying to get us interested in whatever Frankenstein shit Xander Sciences is doing but both Mc and I could care LESS.

"It's okay, you'll be interested someday"

Omfg he gives me the ICK

He tells us that only Xander Sciences can tell us about what is happening with our heart.

Greyson comes out and tell us that Zayne wants us inside and Greyson also kicks Carter out!!!!

The patient says that "It" trapped him somewhere, a nightmare.

We show him the Wanderer we are hunting. It's the one that put him into the coma

It's a little vague but we ending up in its reality shifting thing.

(Alr outside of the canon, I'ma mention this before we continue. This part is rooted in vague mentions. We still as of now 2/2/25 haven't really gotten any more information about what exactly occurs. We know Dawnbreaker is apart of it but wheter we actually meet Dawnbreaker or Dr. Zayne as Dawnbreaker is something that was debated and still is. Im going to try and keep it to the facts as much as I can but just know that it's difficult to tell even to MC in game who we are talking to. So unless it states otherwise I will be referring to them as "Zayne")

MC deduces after a moment that we are in the Wanderer's protofield

We see "Zayne" and sharp ice crystals materialize around us to pierce our heart

We wake up to "Zayne" in Dawnbreaker's outfit mind you. Which I don't think in any story outside of Dawnbreaker's we ever see Zayne wear.

His figure apparently matches up with the dark figure we have seen before.

MC describes the place she is in and it's Dawnbreaker's apartment from Still in the Dark

Ex. In the fridge is only "weird packets" which we know to the nutritional drink that DB drinks and Chocolate.

MC starts speculating. She mentions how the patient was only trapped in their own dream

She is implying that this is "Zayne's"

"Zayne" mentions that he has dreamed off this place but that everything was better off than it is now.

"Zayne" confirms that this is the place where his nightmares have been occurring

MC mentions how "Every Detail" of this place is fleshed out. That "Zayne" must have seen these places alot to recreate it so clearly (This is what I mean about vague. It's implying that is only a dream of this world but it also keeps hinting that it may be an reality)

"Zayne" mentions that while it dies resemble his nightmares. It is definitely a protofield. We see a Protocore cluster

MC deduces that there is another cluster somewhere and that they need to destroy both at the same time to escape

"Zayne" and MC argue a little bit about who takes the cluster which is across the city.

MC ends up going after it

AFTER SHE IS GONE WERE BACK TO "ZAYNE'S" POV

It goes back to referring to MC as "The Girl"

He freezes the mist and black impurities are in the Ice, some of it still normal Ice. (Is this supposed to be a reference to the fact that DB ice crystals are Black?)

"Zayne" starts seeing people he has killed as Our Zayne or DB.

William • Never Ending Winter

Georgie & Possibly Georgie's Mom • Still In The Dark

A BLACK ice crystal is what shatters part of the Cluster

More lines

"It's Her. But she can't possibly be here"

(It could be a reference to the fact MC can't be here cause she is across the city or because she doesn't exist in DB world)

It's definitely an illusion though as he is imagining her with dark ice flowers growing out of her and her begging for him to Kill her.

He forms BLACK ICE CRYSTALS

A random voice "Zayne" doesn't recognize says

"You shouldn't throw yourself in danger just for her" "Seek your destiny. Only then can you be redeemed" (Is this supposed to be Astra???)

We're back to MC's POV but we aren't back in Chansia. We are in Asko Hospital.

"Zayne" is injured, ice is growing from him.

"Zayne" tells us the clusters was just one layer. We still need to defeat the Wanderer.

MC hears a voice that is echoing "Zayne's" words. (90% certain it's the lines Foreseer gives MC in their myth story) So now Myth Stories are in main story too

Blackened Ice is whats growing on Zayne

MC doesn't think it's just Zayne losing control of his evol

Memoria: Frozen Nightfall

Frozen Nightfall is apart of Thorns Underneath the Moonlight. It is a free five star card taken directly from the story. So you get the cards content without getting the card at all

MC resonates with Zayne as we have done in the past to get rid of the ice.

"Zayne" tells her that the Wanderer isn't the only danger here. He seems certain that he may harm her.

It like suddenly does a Hard Cut? They are back in the city. They aren't in room they were in before and a bunch of mist appears.

"Zayne" is carrying an unconscious MC into a hospital room.

"Zayne" says letting her step into this nightmare was a mistake. He says he has "One last choice"

And seemingly takes the ice that we resonated from him back.

MC once again mentions the weary face of one Zayne and her own merging and then immediately separating.

The attack on MC from the Wanderer wasn't in the protofield

MC asks what "Zayne" did? (I'm not exactly sure what she means by that)

She asks if this is why he has no control of his Evol

MC asks if this dream is more than just a dream to him.

"Zayne" is concerned he will never wake up from this nightmare at some point.

Later, Zayne and MC use their evols together to destroy the last layer. The world turns into "Black Amber"

After defeating the Wanderer they are back in Chansia.

MC makes Zayne back and forth around.

She says she is making sure that "Dr Zayne is the person with me right now." (What does this even mean?!)

MC collapses but she says she is fine. She is holding a part of the aether core fragment it's green

It's been three days since Zayne and MC disappeared in the Protofield.

They discover a strange device in one of the Flux stabilizers in the ICU

Someone tampered with it (Looking at Carter)

We are back in Linkon now. We are in Zayne's home.

Zayne is resting and we get a call from Simone

Simone tells us that the device resonates WITH Metaflux fluctuations

It locates protocores and ATTRACTS Wanderers.

Raymond the rich dude who died, owned Xander Sciences. Xander Sciences was passed on to Ever.

MC says that Ever is creating Monsters

We're back in Zayne's POV. He is in a dream

It looks happy at first but then it goes back to that hallway and Zayne's Evol seemingly attacks MC Again

He is still having those nightmares 😭

NEW MAIN STORY

Pls hit me up with any more information and where it's from!!

[pha55ed]

War is Over || F1/F2

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, max, ollie, paul, pepe

summary :: the 2024 is finally over, which means they get to come home and finally relax with you

xmas celly here! || f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist

Carlos Sainz | 55

Skiing sounded terrifying for you. The risk of injury, the freezing cold, not being to control your movements, all of it seemed so scary. But Carlos peer-pressured you into it, which you couldn't be more grateful for. Although he's already experienced, almost at a pro's level, he still waited for you and taught you everything he knew.

There was no embarrassment in it either. He was so gentle and understanding when teaching you, always holding your hand, tucking your hair back into your cap, and cleaning your visor. It was hours filled with giggling at your mistakes and Carlo's poorly worded explanations.

But in the end, you managed to get the hang of it slightly, only doing small ramps and gliding around. He's never been prouder. He starts filming you like a facebook mom and he WILL 100% post it on his story.

Charles Leclerc | 16

Being so busy with driving makes him unable to do what he really loves, which is piano. So once it's Christmas time, he has get back his skills. But even though piano is usually played solo, he always tries to add you into it.

Either by letting you sit right next to him and sing the lyrics. Or letting you play the right-hand notes while he does the left-hand notes. He's very passionate about his music, always going into long rants about the musical choices he made and his biggest inspirations.

You can't help but just admire his nerdy-ness. It's so fun to hear the calming piano and his long rants, which helps you sleep. Which he doesn't even get mad at, instead he just drapes a blanket over you and continues playing.

Lando Norris | 04

Winter isn't something Lando wants to experience often. Of course, he loves to go snowboarding or watching the snow fall, but his comfort comes from the sun. So when the season ends, he's instantly telling you to pack your bags and prepare for an Australian "winter".

Which is perfect, since that's Oscar's hometown. So now you're stuck in Australia with your dumb ahh boyfriend and Lily's not-as-dumb-boyfriend. But you don't mind, it's great to get a bunch of double date time, discuss the grid drama, and more. Lily is basically your sister, you're almost more excited to see her than you are to see Lando.

But of course, he'll go back home to London with you so you can meet his family and have the true winter experience. He'll play in the snow, make an unbelievably disproportionate snowman, and possibly,,, just maybe,,, make a drawing in the snow with pee...

Oscar Piastri | 81

Christmas time means it's time for him to be his real self: a professional bed-rotter. Going out is so tiring for him, and he's sick of it. So prepare for weeks on end of just staying indoors, cuddling, ordering take out, and debating over movies.

Even though you're staying indoors mostly, it's never boring with him. Mainly because he has awful movie opinions. For example, he watched "Home Alone" with you, only to root for the kidnappers to take Kevin... Or when he was rooting for Voldemort to kill Harry just to thicken the plot.

Truly awful ideas, but you love debating them and hearing his logic behind it. Despite being drama free on the grid, he can't help but love the drama on screen. So, once you're done with every Christmas movie: it's time for Love is Blind, Love Island, and more shitty TV shows with even more shitty opinions.

Max Verstappen | 01

Racing was fun for Max, of course it is. But so is just staying home and being able to be a normal person. He really enjoys having time to himself just to think and enjoy the peace and quiet before he's forced to be back into a world filled with cameras, mics, and more.

So you two just do domestic tasks. Like grocery shopping, picking Christmas gifts, cooking together, and more. It's simple, but he loves it to death. There's been so many times throughout the season where he just wanted to call in sick so he could do something chill with you.

The only con is that he's an awful cook... And awful for grocery shopping... And he's not up to date with the kids,,, and picks the most awful gifts...

But thank god you're there to help! You'll be there to laugh at his stupid mistakes and help him do better, which he loves.

Oliver Bearman | 87

Family is one of the most important things to Ollie. He's who he is because of his family, so be prepared to be with his family almost every single week. Although it was scary at first, his family greeted you with open arms.

His sister loves you and gets to be girly with you. You go shopping with her and talk about the gossip at her school. His brother and you both team up to bully Ollie and prank him. His mom is so sweet and always treats you like her own daughter, giving you the best dinners and gifts. And his dad is so caring towards you, being more protective of you than Ollie.

It makes Ollie start to feel like HE'S the in-law instead of you. But he never complains, instead he's so grateful to have you. He couldn't ask for anyone better.

Paul Aron | 17 <3

You know those dumbass shirts at Walmart that say "Eat, Game, Sleep, Repeat"? That's the exact moto Paul lives by, but except it's training instead of gaming. Which means he's never had the chance to be able to fully relax. Even during summer vacation, he would sneak away to go to the gym or even fucking sneak a hand-grip onto the plane. This man is ADDICTED.

So you help him calm down, which is very needed. You take him to do all the fun stuff that he should be doing. But you know he's very concerned for losing his abs and muscles, so you make sure to make it a physical activity.

This means going to ice rinks, walking for miles in winter-themed towns, and even trying most aggressive ice sports. Things like skiing, snowboarding, and even hockey. Although you're not good at all of them, Paul is there to help.

Despite him just starting these sports too, he's already a pro at it. So now it's a time filled with giggles and laughs as you try all of these new activities together.

Pepe Marti | 21

It's well known by everyone that Pepe is one of the very few drivers in university. So this winter break is used by him to not only study, but also catch up with friends. You and him get to experience and cozy winter, filled with cuddling, procrastinating on homework, and hanging out with friends.

You hangout with not only his university but of course, the trio. Christian and Sebastian are so fun to hang around with and they're super sweet to you. It's as if they're your brothers who annoy the shit out of and Pepe.

100% Chris is the oldest sibling, Pepe is a middle child, and Sebs is the annoying youngest. You guys all mess around by playing stupid games, screaming karaoke, riding carts in Target, and more. Just a true college experience with the nicest people ever.

xmas celly here! || f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist

[svetamillss]

Headcanons: polyamorous relationship with Thanos (Su Bong) x Reader(f) x Nam Gyu🫦

Warnings: SFW and NSFW

A/N: I apologize in advance if these headcanons turned out to be quite boring.

🫦🫦🫦

SFW

• With you, they forgot about all the other girls. You are the only beautiful and best in the whole world for them and they don't need another one, so you're not very jealous, you can see that they don't care about them.

• Sometimes guys can't share you, so you try to spend as much time together with two as possible, and if you are left alone, then don't kiss hard (the second one is just jealous, so it's better to do everything together)

• You like to wear their clothes, and they like to see you in them. Literally your home clothes and pajamas are their T-shirts, which will not come back to them, and they do not mind.

• You sleep with them in a very strong grip, so don't think you can get up at night to go to the toilet or drink water, they won't let you go (sorry them for that, but they really need you).

• Su Bong and Gyu are very creative, so you will have the most unusual dates, from riding a limousine to trips to the mountains to go snowboarding.

NSFW

• During sex, guys can also kiss and jerk off each other, there is no upper and lower between them, they are both universals. But in normal times they do not kiss or caress each other, only during sex.

• Su Bong is quite quiet, so you rarely hear moans from him, only loud sighs and groars, but Gyu, on the contrary, is ready to tear throat, showing how pleased he is, so he is very loud with you.

• Thanos is a fan of fucking you with his dick, but Nam more like to deliver you oral caresses, giving you a great cunnilingus (well, a real cat, the tongue works well).

• You have sex anywhere, even in your bedroom or shower, or you can in the car or in the club of your Gyu, you basically don't care where, the main thing is to get maximum pleasure from the process.

• The three of you have a little fetish: to record your sex on camera, and then review and make you embarrassed. So let's say, your personal home porn.

🫦🫦🫦

[lanf1an]

SEASONS lando norris x fewtrell sister pt.2 - january 5 2025

pt.1 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

wordcount: 1810

The door of the ski lodge burst open, making you look up from your drink. Max appeared, the rest of the group having found Lando and you, waving and dragging his snowboard behind him, with Dylan close on his heels. Flo and Cisca followed.

“Absolute perfection out there,” Max declared, his grin as wide as the horizon. He dropped into the chair across from you and immediately launched into a story about his wipeout. Dylan followed, unstrapping his boots with practiced ease.

“Max, you forgot to mention the part where I saved your ass after you faceplanted.”

“Details,” Max said with a dismissive wave before turning to Lando. “Hey, Lan, you know what I’ve been thinking? Quadrant should sponsor Dylan.”

Lando raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Why not?” Max said, gesturing toward Dylan. “He’s Red Bull-sponsored already, and he’s basically a legend. Plus, Dylan would kill it in the merch.”

Dylan laughed, shaking his head. “I appreciate the thought, but I’m not exactly esports material, and I think Lando’s got the whole ‘speed’ thing covered.”

Lando leaned back in his chair, considering. “It’s not a bad idea. Could bring a new vibe to the team, snowboarding isn’t racing.” 

“Exactly!” Max exclaimed, clearly pleased with himself.

The conversation drifted as the group packed up their stuff and made their way back to the lodge. You watched Dylan joking with Cisca, Cisca had dragged Dylan into a conversation about snowboarding tricks and she was clustered to his lips, he was laughing as he sketched a move with his hands.“You’ve got to teach me that,” she said, eyes wide with excitement. “Anytime” Dylan said with a grin. his easy charm blending seamlessly with the group, and you couldn’t help but feel a swell of affection for him. 

Later, back at the lodge, Magui arrived, her presence lighting up the room. Lando was quick to meet her by the doorway, pulling her into a easy kiss before taking her coat. They looked perfect together, the F1 driver and the model—a picture straight out of a magazine. Their reunion was quiet and easy, as though they were used to these quick and fleeting moments together. This time she was also only staying for a few days.

You turned back to the kitchen, focusing on the mugs of hot chocolate you were preparing. Dylan leaned in the door opening, watching you with a soft smile.

“Should I take over?” he asked. “You’ve been hostess of the year this trip.”

You laughed, handing him a steaming mug. “I think I’ve got it under control. Go mingle.”

He gave you a mock salute and wandered back to join the others

You busied yourself setting the table for dinner, Lando helping. 

Dinner was a lively affair, with Max recounting his earlier escapades and Cisca chiming in with sarcastic commentary. Magui's laugh ringing out at all the right moments, but mostly at Lando’s stories, which were less frequent since they were having quiet conversations with the two of them, keeping to themselves, her hand resting on Lando’s arm as if it belonged there.

As the evening wore on, the group moved from dinner to games and then to music and dancing. The wine flowed freely, laughter and warmth filling the lodge. By the time the night wound down, most of the group was sprawled across the couches and floor, drowsy but content.

You found yourself beside Lando on the couch, the fire casting a warm glow over the room. He leaned against the armrest, his half-empty glass of wine dangling from his fingers. His gaze was fixed on the flickering flames.

“You okay?” you asked softly, tucking your feet beneath you.

Lando turned to you, his usual smirk replaced with something quieter. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

“Dangerous territory for you,” you teased, nudging his shoulder.

He huffed a laugh. “You’re hilarious.”

You sat in comfortable silence for a moment before he spoke again, his voice quieter. “Do you ever feel like… like you’re just going through the motions?” Lando asked suddenly, his voice low. “Like you’re living the life everyone expects you to, but it’s not really yours?”

You blinked confused, caught off guard by his sudden unexpected choice of subject. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, swirling the wine in his glass. “Magui’s great. She is. But sometimes I wonder if we’re together because we want to be or because it just… fits the narrative. F1 driver and model. Picture-perfect.”

You didn’t respond immediately, sensing he needed to say more.

“You and Dylan…” Lando continued, his voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “You guys are so natural. You actually know each other, and it works. It’s real. I want that. Something real.”

“Lando…” you started, unsure of what to say. “You’ll have that too. You’ve never even wanted that yet—focusing on racing, and look where that’s brought you.”

“You know what, Fewtrell? You’ve got it good with Dylan. That’s what I want. Someone who actually gets me. Not just someone who… looks good on my arm.” Lando repeated himself. 

“You’re drunk, Lan.” you concluded.

“No, I mean it. F1 relationships… they’re all the same. Shallow. Temporary. But you and Dylan… that’s real. I want that.”

You sensed he wasn't going to give it a break. You gave a short laugh, shaking your head. “Lando, you haven’t even been looking for something real.” you also repeated yourself, hoping he would hear it now.

He frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve been focused on winning races and kissing other girls in clubs,” you shot back, tone light but edged with meaning. “You don’t get to complain about not having something real when you’ve never made room for it.”

Lando winced, the guilt flashing across his face. You know you should judge him for it—anyone else, and you probably would have. But you also knew his world was different. A life on the road, racing nearly every weekend, with a level of attention and temptation most people couldn’t imagine.

You softened slightly. “Look, I know it’s hard. F1 relationships aren’t exactly a blueprint for stability. You barely see each other because you’re always traveling, and there are... distractions. But if you really want something real, it’s not going to fall into your lap. You’ve got to make space for it.”

“How do you know I haven’t?” he said defensively, though the edge in his voice was weaker now.

“Because I know you,”

His shoulders sagged, and the guilt returned, more evident this time. “Okay. Maybe I haven’t. But I want it now,” he said, quieter, almost like a confession.

You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “Oh, so now you’ve decided you want it all?”

He frowned slightly, unsure where you were going with this.

“You know, the McLaren constructor’s championship, driver’s world champion…” You gestured vaguely, your tone laced with playful sarcasm. “You can’t have everything, Lando. Life doesn’t work that way.’’ 

Lando leaned his head back against the couch, his gaze flickering to you. “You’re probably right.”

“Of course, I’m always right,” you said, sticking out your tongue, having had enough of this serious conversation this late at night, sleepiness taking over. 

He glanced at you, a faint smirk forming. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

— London, november 14 2015

At sixteen year old, it had felt like a disaster. Not in a catastrophic way—nothing earth-shattering had gone wrong—but in a teenage life it was one of the worst things. Her first time with her then-boyfriend, a sweet enough guy who she thought had cared. She’d expected… something. Fireworks, a sense of closeness, maybe even just a feeling of satisfaction. But all she’d been left with was disappointment  and a desperate need to shake it off.

When Max hadn’t answered her texts, she’d turned to the one other person who always seemed to know what to say—or at least how to distract her.

Lando had shown up within ten minutes of her cryptic “What are you doing right now?” text, a bag of chips in one hand and a pack of her favorite chocolate in the other.

“Alright,” he’d said, flopping onto the couch beside her. “What’s up? Max is out of commission?”

She hadn’t meant to tell him. She’d thought maybe they’d just watch a movie or play a game so she’d feel distracted. But the words had spilled out before she could stop them.

“It sucked Lan,” she admitted, her voice cracking between a laugh and a cry. “I thought it would be… I don’t know. Better.”

Lando blinked, clearly trying to process what she’d just said. “Wait, are you saying—”

“Yes,” she interrupted, burying her face in her hands. “And don’t make it weird, okay?”

“I’m not making it weird,” he protested, though his tone was slightly higher than usual. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.”

She peeked at him through her fingers, his expression a mix of surprise and something she couldn’t quite place. “What, you didn’t think I’d ever have sex?”

“No, I mean—yeah, obviously, you would. I just didn’t think…” He trailed off, ruffling his hair awkwardly. “Never mind. What happened?”

And so she told him. About the awkward pauses, the fumbling, the little to no attention for her, and the overwhelming sense that something was missing.

“It’s not supposed to feel like that, right?” she asked, her voice small.

Lando had been quiet for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t think there’s a ‘supposed to.’ It’s different for everyone, but… yeah, it probably shouldn’t feel like that. You want me to go beat him up? I’m not that big, but I’m scrappy.”

She huffed a laugh, leaning back against the couch. “Great. Glad to know I’m just unlucky, then.”

“Hey,” he said, nudging her with his shoulder. “It’s definitely not you. Sometimes it’s just… the wrong person. Or the wrong timing. Or both.”

“Thanks, Dr. Norris,” she teased, but her smile was genuine.

They’d spent the rest of the night watching the movie and talking about everything and nothing. By the time he got up to leave, the heaviness in her chest had lifted, replaced by a warm sense of gratitude.

As he slipped on his jacket, he turned to her, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “Can’t believe the first time your first time isn’t with me, it doesn’t work out. Mistakes, Fewtrell.”

She rolled her eyes, groaning. “Oh my god, Lando.”

“No, seriously,” he continued, winking as he opened the door. “We could have had an actual good first time, you know. Just saying, everything’s better with me.”

“Get out,” she said, throwing a pillow at him as he laughed and ducked out of the room.

But even as the door clicked shut behind him, she found herself smiling, shaking her head at his ridiculousness. Only Lando could turn a moment like that into something lighthearted without dismissing how she felt. 

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WN: Hi guys!! Thanks so much for reading!! Hope you like it! Let me know what you think, not my favorite chapter.... but bear with me please!! I'm open for all suggestions and feedback! Posting part 3 tomorrow!

tl: @ash88-yep @lewishamiltonismybf @harrysdimple05

[svelish]

reader is a pro snowboarder dating billie and she teaches billie how to snowboard and someone films it and the media see how inlove they are

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Billie had never been on a snowboard before, and if she was being honest, she was a little terrified. But when you, her girlfriend, had suggested spending the weekend in Aspen, she couldn’t say no. You had promised to teach her, swearing that she’d have fun—“once you get over the falling part,” you had added with a teasing grin.

Now, standing at the top of a beginner’s slope, bundled up in a thick black jacket, her beanie pulled low over her forehead, Billie wasn’t sure if this had been such a great idea after all. Her gloved hands clung to your arms, her knees slightly bent as she wobbled on the board.

“You got this, baby,” you reassured her, standing close, hands lightly gripping her waist to steady her. “Just trust the board and your balance.”

Billie huffed, shooting you a glare, but the effect was ruined by the nervous wobble in her stance. “Trust the board? The board wants me dead.”

You bit back a laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before adjusting her stance. “No, the board wants you to chill out and go with the flow.” You stepped back slightly, testing if she could hold herself up, and when she managed, a proud smile spread across your face. “There you go! Look at you.”

Billie groaned. “I hate this already.”

“No, you don’t,” you said with a knowing grin. “Because I’m right here with you.”

She sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop the small smile forming on her lips. “Fine. But if I fall, you’re carrying me down.”

“Deal.”

A few fans had already noticed the two of you on the slope, a few pulling out their phones, but Billie was too focused on not face-planting to care. You guided her step by step, teaching her how to shift her weight, how to turn slowly, and how to stop without panicking. The first few attempts were rough—she fell multiple times, the snow cushioning her but still making her yelp in frustration. But every time, you were right there, offering your hand, pulling her up, brushing snow from her jacket, and pressing a kiss to her cheek to soften the blow of defeat.

“You’re doing amazing,” you told her after she managed a smooth glide of a few feet without falling.

She grinned, proud of herself. “I’m basically a pro now.”

“Oh, for sure. Olympics next year.”

Billie laughed, and for a moment, she forgot about her nerves. She reached for you, gripping your jacket, and before you knew it, she had tugged you forward into a kiss—quick but warm, her lips cold from the mountain air, but her smile against yours making your heart race.

That was the moment someone caught on camera.

The video, posted later that evening by a passing fan, went viral within hours. It showed you laughing as Billie nearly toppled over, catching her before she could hit the ground. It showed the way your hands naturally gravitated toward each other, how you guided her, how she looked at you with absolute trust despite her complaints. And most of all, it captured the way she pulled you into that kiss, the snowflakes drifting around you like something out of a romance movie.

The media went wild. Fans gushed over how in love the two of you looked, how patient you were with her, how Billie had never looked so happy.

And when Billie saw the clip later that night, curled up against you by the fireplace in your shared cabin, she simply smirked. “Guess they caught us, huh?”

You kissed her forehead, arms wrapped around her as she nuzzled into your side. “Yeah,” you murmured. “But I don’t mind.”

She tilted her head up to look at you, her green eyes filled with something soft, something that made your chest tighten. “Me neither.”

And with that, she kissed you again, her lips warm despite the winter air outside, despite the snow still melting in her hair.

If this was what snowboarding lessons with you felt like, maybe she didn’t hate it after all.

[whenhypen]

falling for you...literally

maki x gn!reader, 1360 words playlist - heaven by txt content warnings: best friends to lovers? mutual pining

(masterlist)

author's note: maki said on live he went snowboarding in january and I thought I could make something cute. also, sorry if this is a bit inaccurate, I don’t live somewhere where it snows and have never been snowboarding.

It was Maki’s first day off in weeks, and he was beyond excited. There was something about the crisp winter air and the smell of snow that made him feel alive. Today, he wasn’t an idol—he was just a guy about to hit the slopes for a bit of snowboarding. But, there was one catch. He wasn’t going alone. 

You, his best friend who had never set foot on a snowboard in your life, had asked him to come along. The thought of seeing you try something new—especially something he loved so much—was a thrill he couldn't resist. 

“Maki, are you sure this is a good idea?” you asked, your voice a mix of excitement and fear as you stood at the base of the slope, wearing way too many layers for your first time on a snowboard. 

Maki smiled warmly, adjusting your beanie before pulling on his gloves. “Of course! Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. Plus, it’s gonna be so much fun. You’re going to love it!” 

You swallowed painfully. His smile—always so effortlessly charming—made your heart skip a beat, but you pushed the fluttering feeling deep down. He was your friend. Nothing more. But still, being around him like this made everything feel…different. 

You looked at the snow-covered mountains, the gentle fall of snowflakes stirring around you, and your stomach fluttered again. You’d always been interested in snowboarding, but the idea of falling flat on your face in front of Maki? Embarrassing. 

But then, Maki gave you that grin—his signature mischievous, teasing smile that somehow made your heart race—and you couldn’t back out now. 

“Alright, alright, I’ll give it a try,” you said with a laugh, trying to sound casual, though you were sure your voice gave away just how nervous you were. “But you better catch me if I fall!” 

Maki chuckled. “Deal. I’ll be right there, don’t worry.” 

He led you to the bunny slopes, a small, gentle hill filled with children. You couldn’t help but glance around—little seven-year-olds zooming past you with the ease of seasoned pros. Your face burned hot. This was where you were going to learn? Surrounded by kids barely old enough to tie their own shoes? 

Maki seemed unfazed, though. He adjusted your helmet, making sure it was secure, before grabbing his own snowboard. “Alright,” he said, eyes bright, “let’s start with the basics. This hill is perfect for you. Nothing too crazy, just a lot of practice.” 

You looked at the tiny children confidently carving their way down the hill and then back at Maki, his smile wide and encouraging. Despite the initial embarrassment, you couldn’t help but feel a little grateful. At least you wouldn’t be the only one falling flat on your face today. 

“You got this,” Maki said, giving you a playful pat on the back. “I’ll be right here the whole time. If you fall, I’ll catch you.” His words warmed your chest.

With a deep breath, you stepped into your snowboard bindings. Immediately, your feet felt awkward and heavy, but Maki was there every step of the way—holding your arm, adjusting your stance, and offering constant reassurance.

 “Okay, now we stand up slowly. It’s all about finding your balance.” Maki demonstrated with ease, hopping up effortlessly onto his board. “Like this. Don’t rush it.” 

You tried mimicking his movements, wobbling and flailing as you attempted to find your footing. The moment you stood, your knees buckled, and you quickly fell forward into the soft snow. 

“Whoops! First fall, but no worries,” Maki said, laughing and offering you a hand. You reached for it, feeling the warmth of his grip as he helped you up. 

“You make it look easy,” you said, brushing snow off your jacket and feeling embarrassed. “How are these kids doing it so well?” 

Maki chuckled, brushing snow off his own pants. “They’re just fearless. You’ll get there. The more you fall, the faster you learn.” He gave you a wink. “And you’ve got the best teacher, right?” 

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the little butterflies in your stomach his playful flirting (protein) gave you as you smiled back at him. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s see how good of a teacher you really are.”

The next few tries were… well, not graceful. You spent more time face-first in the snow than actually standing on the board, but Maki was there, laughing with you, encouraging you. He joked about your “snow angel” skills after each fall, teasing you in his usual playful way. 

But then, something clicked. After a few more tumbles, you finally managed to stay standing for a few seconds. The feeling of accomplishment made your heart race. 

“See? You’re doing great! You’re already better than those kids,” Maki said with a grin, giving you a high-five. Your face turned warm, wiping snow from your gloves, not sure if he was joking or if you really were improving. His praise made you feel like you were on cloud 9, even if you still couldn’t turn without falling. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll take it,” you said, laughing as you steadied yourself. “What’s next?” 

Maki gestured to the tiny hill. “Now we try the slope. Don’t worry, it’s real gentle. I’ll go ahead and you follow, alright?” You nodded, nervous but excited. 

You pushed off, slowly making your way down the slope. It wasn’t graceful, and you definitely looked nothing like the little pros zooming past, but the rush of sliding down the hill—controlled and fast—was addictive. You were actually doing it.

“Maki!” you called, your voice bubbling with laughter as you reached the bottom, still wobbling but feeling proud. “I did it!” 

He appeared next to you, his eyes gleaming with pride. “I knew you could. You’re a natural!” His grin was so genuine, so warm, it made your heart race for all the wrong reasons. “See? No need to be nervous.” 

You smiled back, your chest full of pride—but also something else. Something that made the snow feel a little warmer, the mountain air a little sweeter. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” 

Maki’s expression softened for a second, but before you could overthink it, he ruffled your hair in that familiar, playful way. “You’re doing amazing. Now, let’s do it again.” 

The rest of the day flew by, filled with more falls, laughter, and moments where you couldn’t quite tell if your heart was racing from the snowboarding or the way Maki made everything feel so easy. As the sun began to dip behind the mountains, the sky turning pink and orange, the two of you found yourselves seated on the chairlift, calmly watching the view. 

Maki looked over at you, his playful demeanor replaced with a softness that you hadn’t seen all day. “You really did great today. I’m proud of you.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. That warm feeling in your chest was more than just the cold air around you. You tried to calm the fluttering inside, but it was impossible. “Thanks, Maki,” you said, a soft smile on your lips. “Honestly, I didn’t think I’d make it this far. But you made it fun.” 

He looked at you, his eyes tender in the fading light. “It’s all about having fun together. I’m glad we did this.” He chuckled softly. “And don’t worry, you’ll be a pro in no time.” 

You smiled, a little bashful but also feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the cold mountain breeze. “Yeah. Me too.”

As the snow continued to fall, you couldn’t help but feel that today had been about more than just snowboarding. It had been about the time spent with Maki—the laughter, the shared learning, the way he always seemed to be there when you needed him. Something about the way he looked at you now, softer than before, made you wonder if there was more to this. 

Maybe these moments—these small, quiet moments—weren’t just coincidences. Maybe they were the start of something neither of you had expected. You caught Maki’s gaze, and for the first time today, you wondered if maybe the next step wasn’t just being friends anymore.

[desiree-uk]

Using NRaas Master Controller's Filters, Skill Stamps and Hot Keys - Part 2

Skill Stamps and Hot Keys

This is part 2 of my NRaas Master Controller tutorial on how I use filters, skill stamps and hot keys! (Tumblr wouldn't let me have my fun and use more than 30 images on one post, so 2 parts it is 🤨)

See also:

Using NRaas Master Controller's Filters, Skill Stamps and Hot Keys - Part 1: Filters

Tutorial under the header!

Mods needed for Filters, Skill Stamps and Hot Keys to show up:

Master Controller v.135

Master Controller Cheats v.134+

(9th Feb 2025 - desiree-uk correction: Additional mods needed for filters and door-locking system (my apologies! 😌) GoHere v.45 Tagger v.5

Skill Stamps:

I use skill stamps to add a whole bunch of skills to a single sim or sims in bulk!

When adding a newly created sim to your town, they may not have any skills yet until you play them, but a skill stamp can quickly add some skills to them as if they were already played for a while.

MC Cheats Interaction: Skill Stamp> Add New Stamp

Allows the user to define a skill set to apply during "Advanced \ Skill Stamp". Once added, selecting one from the listing will allow you to specify the levels for each skill.

I want some sims to be able to have some basic skills such as cooking.

Click on Town Hall/Computer>NRaas>Settings> Skill Stamp

Add New Stamp: name the skill stamp (e.g Basic Skills).

The skill stamp is listed. Click on it and set the cooking level to whatever you want it to be. I have both the regular cooking skill and the hidden child-skill level, just because. I don't know. 😄

I maxed out the child skill to 3 and set the regular skill to 1.

I've set other skill stamps such as ones for artistic sims (painting, photography, writing) and outdoor sims (athletic, waterskiing, gardening, scuba diving, snowboarding, diving, windsurfing)

I also set one for sims who I want to be able to drive! We now have the 'Sims Need Driving Lessons' mod by the awesome Phoebejaysims! All sims (except NPCS) can't drive until they've reached the maximum level of the driving skill.

Of course you'd want some sims to be able to drive in an already established town, right?

I want my adults and elders to at least have the driving skill, even if some don't have a car yet.

Set a skill stamp for driving:

Click on Town Hall/Computer>NRaas>Settings>Skill Stamp

Name the skill to something driving related, e.g Sims With Driving Licence.

Click on the 'Driving' skill.

Max it out to 3.

Adding skill stamps to a sim with no skills:

Click on a single sim: NRaas>MC>Advanced>Skill Stamp

You see the list of my skill stamps. When I click on each one, all the skills under the stamps will be added to the sim all at once (you'll see the notices that appear in the top right hand corner pop up notifying you the sims have the skills.)

Check their skill panel to see all their added skills. The driving skill is hidden, so it won't show on the panel, but you can check the sim has it by checking their skill levels in Sim>MC>Advanced>Skill Level. It should show 'Driving: 3'

To add the skill stamp to multiple adults and elders, I'll use the filter I made earlier in Part 1.

Click on Town Hall/Computer>Sim>Advanced>Skill Stamp

The filter 'AGE: Adults/Elders' is listed.

Click on it to see a list of all the adult and elder sims.

From the list you can select some of the sims who you want to be able to drive or scroll to the top and click 'All'.

The Skill Stamp list will pop up - choose the 'Sims with driving licence' skill stamp. The skill stamp will be applied. As stated before, you won't see the hidden skill in the sims panel, but they'll be able to drive. You can of course check their skill level via MC>Sims>Advanced>Skill Level.

While you're at it, you can edit some of the selected sims driving skill levels according to whether you want them to do a driving test, theory test or have their skill maxed out so they can drive straightaway when you give them a car...

PJsims mod interactions notes:

If they are level -1 or 0, sims can first do their theory test which will increase driving skill to level 1.

Once they are level 2 in driving, they can do their driving test which, if passed, will automatically max out their driving skill.

Now you can make and add as many skill stamps to any single sim or multiple sims in a filter.

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Hot Keys:

MC Interaction: Hot Keys

Allows the user to specify which interactions are to be shown directly under the "NRaas" menu

You can add any MC interaction to the uppermost level of the NRaas menu when you click on a sim, household or terrain as short-cuts, especially your most often-used interactions.

I added the 'skill stamp' and other interactions as hot keys so I can easily edit a sim when I click on one.

Click on Town Hall/Computer>Settings>Hot Keys

I added:

* Change Autonomy

* Reset Sim

* Skill Level

* Skill Stamp

Make sure 'True' is next to the interactions you want to see in the NRaas menu:

Click on a sim or the terrain and you'll hopefully see all your created hot keys.

See my screenshot - all 4 are there!

With the skill interactions you can quickly and easily set a sims skill level or add a skill stamp to them when you click on the sim in less clicks than clicking on multiple dialog boxes.

The other two are self explanatory, turn on/off a sim's autonomy and reset a sim.

Note: The more hot keys you add, the slower the pie menu will take to pop up, so keep that in mind.

If you still don't want to click so many times in the menu to find your interactions, you can use Arro's UI Tweaks mod (currently in testing, soon to be released - it's an excellent mod, I highly recommend it! 👍🏾) You can search the menu by clicking on the magnifying glass icon on the menu or press the 'F' key and type the interaction you want, using a full or partial word!

That's it! That's how I use filters, skill stamps and hotkeys. It will become second nature the more you use them and they can be as easy or as complex as you want them.

If you use them already, how do you set them up and in what scenarios? Share in the comments or let me know if I can add or explain anything! :)

Click for part 1:

Using NRaas Master Controller's Filters, Skill Stamps and Hot Keys - Part 1: Filters

[tumble-tv]

There’s word (very strong and big word) that Donald Trump is going to start mass deportations on Tuesday, January 21, 2025.

He wants any immigrants, no matter how long they have been a citizen of the USA, to be deported either out of the country as a whole or into what are basically concentration camps. They’re starting in Chicago, Illinois. The US Immigrations and Customs Enforcement (ICE) has started raiding homes and families in California. Here’s some information.

When it comes to spotting an ICE agent, look for these:

Weirdly neat/well kept hair (shaved heads, side parts, military burs for men; low buns, high ponytails, close cropped bobs for women)

Oversized jacket (long and bulky outerwear makes it easier to hide tools/equipment without being suspicious)

Both hands in pockets

Many undercover agents/cops buy cheap plain clothes off the racks so they aren’t seen in their own clothes. This can make their outfit seem awkward

Sweatshirts with the hood up

Sports apparel (warm up jacket, sweats, etc) with non-sports clothes (jeans, cargo shorts)

Cargo pants/shorts (usually full of items like their badge, flashlight, taser, pepper spray, backup handcuffs, zip ties)

Military or hiking style boots, sometimes chunky sneakers (extra points if none of it matches anything in their outfit)

Outline of a gun in their pants/shirt (easy to see when bending, leaning, or raising arms) (NO NOT SAY ANYTHING)

Overly friendly

Overly inquisitive

“How old are you” and “what do you know about this happening” are both red flags, along with generally odd and personal questions

Don’t fit in

Mismatched pairs in public spaces (usually cops do these things in pairs. They don’t talk to each other or acknowledge each other much, if at all)

DO NOT SAY ANYTHING UNTIL YOU ARE 100% SURE

YOUR BEST BET IS NOT TO SAY ANYTHING UNTIL THE SUSPECT STARTS ACTING OFF AND GETTING PUSHY

COPS ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO TELL YOU THAT THEY ARE UNDERCOVER

COPS CAN AND WILL LIE TO YOU

SCREAM “LA MIGRA” AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS

For protesting:

N95 masks

Respirator/gas mask if you have access to one

Water water water water water (I hate to say it, but disposable one use bottles are best here. If it comes to it, you need to be able to drop and run.)

Snacks

Eyedrops (teargas is a bitch)

Goggles (I bring my old snowboarding goggles)

If you are wearing a t-shirt or have exposed skin, put on fake tattoos. If you are brought into something and they say you were there, showing a picture of you with the tattoos, show them where that tattoo would be and how there’s nothing there. How would you get rid of a giant flower on your forearm in 2 days anyways?

Hide your hair. I tuck my hair into my beanie since it’s short. If you have longer hair, try to do the same or tuck it into your shirt.

Power bank

Chargers

Helmet. Any is fine, my personal choice is a skating helmet since they’re rounder and can take more damage

Hand sanitizer

Gloves (either to keep your hands warm or simple nitrile exam gloves, both work)

Bandanas. Somebody might need one for their face or hair, maybe you need to get dirt off somebody’s face, maybe somebody got injured. They’re great for anything and everything

Cash (try to stick to cash, your card can be tracked)

Medications if you take them. If you get arrested or happen to somehow be away for longer than expected after the protest, it’s always good to have emergency meds

FIRST AID ALL THE FIRST AID (Tourniquet, Quikclot, chest seal, trauma shears, gauze, bandages, duct tape, and all the usual stuff you’d have in there)

Good shoes

Spare socks. Trust me.

As much covering clothing as you can handle. Plain jeans, plain hoodie, plain t-shirt, keep yourself as anonymous as possible

Photocopy of your ID

Sunscreen

Make sure your clothes have pockets

Do not wear contact lenses. If tear gas is used, that will make everything so much worse. Wear your glasses or go blind.

If you use mobility aids, cover defining features. Logos, brand names, colors, stickers, all of it. Take some old plain t-shirt and tie it around your wheelchair’s backrest. Wrap your wheelchair frame in cling wrap, then duct tape, or plain black self adhering medical tape. Cover stickers on your cane or crutches the same way. Electric chair? You have a little more work, but you can do it. Same idea. Walker? Same thing. Cover. It. All.

If you are bringing a bag, make sure that bag is as plain as possible. No pins. No patches. No keychains.

Scarf if you have one

Write a reliable phone number (of someone who is not at the protest with you) on your body. On the off chance you get arrested, that is your emergency contact.

Pocket knife.

Pepper spray/mace

Anything you can throw. Soup for my family.

IF YOU CAN, LEAVE YOUR PHONE AT HOME

IF YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT WITH YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON, TURN OFF LOCATION SERVICES ON ALL APPS AND TURN OFF BIOMETRICS (FACE ID AND FINGERPRINT) SO YOU CAN ONLY UNLOCK YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR PASSWORD

MAKE SURE SOMEBODY KNOWS GENERALLY WHERE YOU ARE

I do not want to scare anybody, but this is what life is right now. That man does not care how long you have been a citizen of this country. If you are not white, cisgender, heterosexual, Christian, and male, you are seen as less than by men in power. You are not less than. You are a threat to them, and they are scared. Keep it that way.

Here's the link to my post on what to bring in terms of first aid.

If you cannot attend protests, that’s fine. Do what’s best for you. Simply reposting information helps.

[starryjkoo]

"the best trips i've had in my life"

I’m still stuck on Jungkook saying that the AYS trips were the best of his life? That’s actually a crazy thing to say when you look back on those trips and where they went and what exactly they did. Hearing “best trip of your life” you would expect something more grand, but for Jungkook it really was just hanging out with Jimin, doing pretty mundane activities and eating a lot of delicious food. Somehow these trips were impactful enough that he felt they were the best of his life? That’s crazy to me.  

Sapporo was beautiful, but Connecticut was… Connecticut lol, it’s pretty but not that interesting compared to other places they’ve traveled and Jeju is somewhere they’ve both already been plenty of times. The accommodations in Sapporo were especially nice, but CT was a camping van and the house from my suburban nightmares. The Jeju house was gorgeous but not anything particularly new for them either. 

The activities? They definitely did a lot of fun things, but most of them were things they had already done before, some of them even on other seasons of BV or with other members, friends, and on “private” vacations. A lot of the trips were actually filled with pretty mundane activities. Jimin even said in Sapporo that was just how he usually spends his time at home. It gave them an excuse to eat lots of delicious food, but that's hardly the only time they’ve done that either.

And yes, obviously they would enjoy these trips because they basically planned them. But that’s another thing, how compatible Jikook are and how well they click because not everyone would enjoy this kind of trip. Even TH questioned why he came at first because they already do all that in Seoul anyways, or how he went off to play golf one morning. So obviously Jikook were going to enjoy AYS, but I still never thought that these trips would end up being the best of JK’s life? Eating, taking drives and playing around with Jimin really topped every other trip he’s ever been on? 

The Jimin part is important because while some of the activities like snowboarding were fun on their own, what made the little things entertaining was how Jikook could take any simple activity and make it so silly and fun. I especially loved things like Jikook shining their bedside lamps at each other and how delighted JK was with that game, how happy he was when JM started playing along with him. Playing cards or having dinner with someone or playing in a pool, shining your bedside lamp at them or taking a drive wouldn’t be fun if you weren’t with someone who made those kinds of things fun and dynamic, if they couldn’t match your humor and energy. In fact some of those things could be pretty boring or tedious with the wrong person. 

There’s so many delightful examples of Jikook being adorably silly while doing these simple things like the mock cooking show in Sapporo, the way they made that scuzzi jacuzzi so fun with the snow, or Jikook coming up with the pool slap game and being so proud they showed it to TH and taught it to him the next day. You could list off so many examples like this and it’s just one of my very favorite things about AYS and Jikook’s friendship in general. I mean, the amount of mileage they can get out of a tiny pool or some bedside lamps is really crazy. JK talked about how they would be copies of each other if they were the same age and it really shows in AYS.

But what I also think really encapsulates Jikook’s bond is that even when things went wrong, such as in CT, they still had a ridiculous amount of fun and considered it a good trip. The cursed hamburger, Walmart, Jimin’s stomach virus, getting eaten up by mosquitos, getting nailed with rain that felt like hail, JK having a cold, JM getting burned by the motorcycle and then stepped on, JK falling into the river, elbowing JM in the face, JMs nose being bruised half the trip, having a fever, honestly just annoying the hell out of each other lol. But they loved that trip! JK wanted to do twelve more seasons after, they started planning Jeju and future trips before CT was even over, (they signed up to enlist together right after this!), JK recounted the trip to Yoongi with the biggest smile on his face. They enjoyed watching that first episode so much and laughed so hard at moments I didn’t even think were that funny (to be fair they were a little drunk there lmao).  

So, even when things went wrong they still enjoyed their trip immensely because they have the kind of relationship where they can take something bad and bond over the experience, turn it into something positive and memorable, create inside jokes that'll probably last forever. They also never truly got annoyed or stressed out at each other either despite both being sick or tired. You have to be so close and get along with someone so well to be able to do that?

So despite JK going to Jeju & Busan with his 97 liner friends, despite allegedly going to Japan with Eunwoo, despite already going snowboarding with TH and WS, despite any other trips or breaks or BV seasons over the years, despite CT being a mess, Jeju being somewhere they’ve both already been, none of the activities being that new or particularly exciting for them, despite being “company content”, in that moment JK felt so strongly and so positively and so fondly about his AYS experience that they felt like the best trips of his life. You don’t even need JKs words to know that, it was clear by the constant smiles and laughter throughout the show how much he loved it. And what made those trips so fun and impactful was clearly that they were together. That’s just amazing to me? To have someone you get along with so well, someone you have so much fun with and enjoy being around that much? 

I do think these trips offering a break from his insane schedule made them more impactful and meaningful to Jungkook too. You could tell how exhausted he was working nonstop during his solo schedules. Jimin even said in CT he was glad he came because otherwise JK wouldn’t have gotten to do all of those things. It’s funny that solos & tkkrs tried to make it seem like these trips were just piling onto JK’s busy schedule when in fact they seemed to offer him a much needed break to relax and do something fun instead. So the timing of these trips probably did add to why JK loved them so much.

I also think that JK felt so strongly about it specifically in that moment because Sapporo was a pretty emotional trip for them too. Based on JKs words they were also using the trip to make memories to look back on during enlistment, probably also wanted to have one more enjoyable experience before they would have to go away for eighteen months. I think that played a part in this trip feeling more special and sentimental than it ordinarily would have. I thought it was especially sweet how when they were both feeling particularly emotional/melancholy on the train ride they shared that moment together and took comfort in each other. Jimin said that he didn’t think he would have felt excited about the snow in SK, but in Sapporo he loved it so much. And JK saying that he wanted to return to Japan because it was the location of their first trip was terribly sweet. It was a really nice and poignant way to end AYS, because those trips and Sapporo in particular did have a lot of meaning for them, clearly. They truly loved AYS so much.

I have so many other thoughts and feelings about AYS I’d like to unpack eventually but really I think what encapsulates my feelings on AYS is just JK saying that these were the best trips of his life. I guess this is just my really long winded way of saying how special I think Jikook’s bond is. You can’t really argue that JK enjoyed AYS as much as he did for any reason other than that he was with Jimin. Even if JK simply enjoyed getting to take a relaxing trip during his busy schedule, what made a lot of the small things so fun was Jikook’s unique dynamic. That trip wouldn’t have been possible with someone else because quite simply it wouldn't have been the same trip. It had to be Jikook for AYS to be so incredibly relaxing but also have the right amount of activity, eating, and playing, for the simple things to be that enjoyable, the food so prominent, the shared dorky sense of humor, the few moments of softness and vulnerability, the comfortable vibe between them.

I’ve never seen JK yap that much in BTS content either, you can tell how comfortable he is with Jimin in particular and how easy and familiar their dynamic is too. I’ve never honestly seen them that relaxed and stripped back in BTS content before, which was part of the reason I enjoyed AYS so much. I felt like I got to genuinely know them better and I really loved that. They could have made the show more dynamic and entertaining by packing it full of activities or other people, but it seems like the main focus was just doing the things they enjoy doing together and having their ideal vacation, which I massively preferred.

I also thought it was really meaningful that they did their little AYS thing right before they enlisted together. They just really enjoyed that show so much, they really bonded over creating it, had so much fun coming up with the title and the little details, and clearly felt so much genuine fondness for it. For them to end their CH2 with AYS was really meaningful, because that’s literally how they closed out the whole CH2 “solo” era, with something they created together. Just the fact that they were even thinking about AYS in that moment shows how impactful it was for them. Jikook closed out their CH2 together while at the same time entering the next chapter of their lives together too. They just make my heart so warm for real. I really loved AYS so much and I’m so glad that Jikook loved it just as much as we did if not more.

ending this with my favorite Jikook edit ❤️‍🩹

[nizhspo]

cloud 9.

chapter one: wipeout

m.list | next

synopsis: you had it all, until one mistake landed you at a rundown kennel, working for the boy who thinks you’re all shine, no substance.

pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader

you were always the girl with the perfect landing.

hair curled under your helmet. lip gloss tinted just barely enough to catch the light. a signature move—not that it was hard, it was actually pretty basic, but it was sharp, and it looked good, especially when you slowed the footage.

you knew your angles.

you grew up snowboarding instead of skiing—even though your parents begged otherwise, just so you could hang around your older brother and his idiot friends, all of them shirtless in the snow and shouting over each other in the half-pipe like it was their birthright. you were twelve, maybe thirteen, teeth chattering under a pink helmet, and already moving like you belonged.

while some snowboarders dreamed of redbull caps and burton gear, you wished for sponsorship deals with cerave and posted unboxings in your dior snow boots. you learned how to tail press before you could even hold a proper carve. you did what looked cool. you did what was cool. and in iron mountain’s skating circuit, that was enough.

until it wasn’t.

they never told you directly.

tsukada just started pulling you off rotation. at first it was just practices. then it was the small showcase downtown. then it was qualifiers.

you knew what it was before he ever said anything, and he never really did. he just looked at you the way people do when they’ve already decided something. when they don’t want to feel bad about it. when they’re hoping you’ll make it easy and step away first.

and sukuna? oh, sukuna.

he thought it was hilarious.

called you princess, but said it like it was a slur. told anyone who would listen that you only made the team because of how your ass looked in leggings and because coach “definitely wanted to fuck you.” said it right in front of the assistant coach once, too. didn’t even flinch.

“maybe if she trained as much as she posted,” he said one afternoon, voice raised just enough to slice across the ice like a blade. it echoed through the rink, caught the tail-end of your landing. you pretended not to hear. everyone else didn’t.

you hated him. thought he was a prick. an arrogant, red-eyed bastard who coasted on raw talent and treated everyone like they were background noise.

and then you dated him anyway.

there was something gratifying about being chosen by someone like him. someone so good it was cruel. someone who didn’t just win, but dominated.

he was the kind of skater who never practiced full out until the day of a comp and still scored higher than everyone. every. single. time.

he had status. medals. fame. followers. rumors that he once landed a cab 1260 during warmups just to prove a point. the team called him a prodigy. outsiders called him an asshole. you called him yours.

three months of high-altitude highs.

of smugly holding his hand in public like it was a trophy. of bragging that you were the one who tamed him, of being the girl he let close, the one he let in.

he’d lean against the boards during your drills, smirking behind his hood, arms folded, red eyes trailing every twist of your body. after practice, he’d crowd into your locker room with that half-lidded look, eyes dragging over you like flame on tissue. on your hips and his mouth at your throat, breath hot, voice low and mean.

“you looked so fuckin’ good in that bodysuit at practice,” he’d murmur, lips brushing your jaw. “i know you saw everybody staring.”

his grip would tighten when you didn’t answer. like he needed to remind you who you belonged to. who chose you.

and sometimes in the quiet that came after, you wondered if the two of you were just reflections of the same shallow thing.

if he only wanted you because of the way the other snowboarders looked at you. the name your family carried. the resort your father owned. the fact that everyone in the circuit whispered about you, watched you, envied the way you landed even your weakest tricks like you’d rehearsed them in a mirror.

and maybe you only wanted him because he was untouchable. because he didn’t need anyone and still picked you. because when you walked into a room with him on your arm, people looked. people stared.

maybe you were both chasing something. attention. status. power.

but you let him kiss you anyway.

and you called it love.

but love with sukuna was like skating blindfolded on thin ice: thrilling, doomed, and just one crack away from collapse.

you caught him texting other girls. not just one, but three. maybe four.

he laughed. actually laughed. like it was a game, like you were being dramatic.

“you know it’s not serious,” he said, eyes barely lifting from the screen. “they’re just bored. i’m bored. who cares?”

you felt the sting hit your throat before it reached your eyes. blinked hard. clenched your jaw. your lip started to tremble and you bit down on it before it could. you didn’t want to give him that.

you just stared at him, chest hollow, fingers shaking as you handed him his phone. your hand brushed his. it made your stomach turn.

“first of all,” you said, voice raw, cracking, “the girl you were just texting isn’t even as pretty as me.”

you waited for him to cut in. he didn’t.

“and you’re a dick.” softer this time. final.

he scoffed, turned his back. “good,” he said. “your prissy ass was starting to get clingy anyway.”

he didn’t mean it. not really. but you left anyway.

you cried the whole ride home, windows up, and music off. just the sound of your own breath catching and the windshield wipers dragging across glass like they were tired too.

your makeup was ruined, mascara clumped, glitter pooling at the corners of your eyes. your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing, lit up with texts from the girls on your team.

wtf was sukuna on today?

why was he flirting w that junior girl??

are u guys still together or?

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. your hands were clenched so hard around the steering wheel, one of the swarovski rhinestones on your acrylics popped clean off and skittered somewhere under the seat.

you stared straight ahead and thought, briefly, about how every rapper and singer lied. they made it sound glamorous: crying in a mercedes. like the leather seats were supposed to cushion the heartbreak. like tinted windows made it softer.

but the sting in your chest still hurt like shit.

but the worst part?

it didn’t even feel like heartbreak. it felt like embarrassment. it felt like being the punchline to a joke he was already telling to someone else.

you ignored his story likes. his half-baked apologies. the screenshots he sent of those girls blocked with captions like see? they didn’t mean anything. you ignored him when he tried to talk to you after practice, when he lingered at your locker, when he grabbed your board without asking like things hadn’t changed.

and then he showed up to your door.

roses in one hand. venti iced matcha in the other. the most apologetic he’d ever looked, eyes soft, hoodie half-zipped, voice low.

you didn’t even like roses. lilies were your favorite.

but you took him back anyway.

you went to a party with him that weekend. let him drive your car because he said “the benz drives better than my corolla.”

you’d laughed. let him flex the keys. let him promise to be DD so you could drink with your friends, just for once, just to breathe.

at some point, you stumbled over to him, cheeks flushed and warm from wine coolers, and blinked at the bottle in his hand.

“wait… babe,” you frowned, voice slurred just a little. “weren’t you supposed to drive?”

he looked at you like you were being cute. smirked. shrugged. “you can drive, babe.”

“i’ve never driven drunk in my life,” you snapped, a little clearer now. “and if i fuck up my car, my dad’s gonna kill me. he just got it for me—”

“i’ve driven drunk so many times,” he said, voice lazy, one hand grabbing your waist and pulling you closer, breath hot in your ear. . “trust me. you’re gonna be fine.”

you flushed, but still pushed away. crossed your arms tight against your chest.

“sukuna, why can’t you drive?” you muttered, voice quieter. “i don’t want to.”

he stepped back just enough to look at you, eyes half-lidded. “because if you get pulled over, your dad pays off the judge, boom—end of story. but me?” he tapped his chest. “i get a DUI, and that’s it. say goodbye to every deal i’ve got lined up. every brand, every team. they’ll drop me the second my name’s in that report.”

you frowned. not just because he made it make sense, but because of how he said it. like your future didn’t matter. like you didn’t have contracts coming. tryouts next month. a whole season you were fighting for.

like it would only be his loss.

but he just smiled. dangled the keys in front of your face, silver glinting under the floodlights of the backyard. pressed a kiss to your forehead, sticky-sweet and coaxing. “baby, you’ll be fine.”

you weren’t fine.

you were swerving five minutes out, in fact.

you kept crossing the double yellow line, blinking too hard, everything feeling half-second delayed. the street felt too dark. too narrow. the sky too big. your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping the steering wheel, palms sweating through your leather gloves. sukuna’s playlist—some mix of rap and r&b, blasted too loud over the speakers, bass rattling the rearview mirror.

“babe, i think that’s a state trooper behind me,” you said, voice pitched tight, eyes wide, heart thudding like a fucking rabbit.

he glanced up lazily from where he was slouched in the passenger seat, sipping a sprite he definitely poured vodka into. his smirk barely moved. “nah, you’re good,” he said, dismissive. “it’s like 2 a.m. the pigs clock out at ten.”

you didn’t believe him. not really. but you didn’t argue either.

you just breathed in through your nose, kept your eyes glued to the road, fingers locked so tight around the wheel your rings were digging into your skin.

and then the mailbox came.

you didn’t even see it, not until it was too close. your vision tunneled, headlights bouncing weird off a patch of snow, and then crunch.

the sound was loud enough to make your stomach drop. you screamed. jerked the wheel. slammed the brakes too late. the car skidded sideways in the slush.

sukuna? he thought it was hilarious.

“fuck that mailbox,” he cackled, doubled over in the seat, slapping the dashboard like it was the funniest shit he’d ever seen. “babe, you smoked that shit—”

and then the blue and red lights lit up behind you, and you froze. blinked at the mirror. no music now. just your breath and the click of your turning signal, still going.

the cop didn’t laugh. the breathalyzer didn’t laugh. the judge didn’t laugh.

and your parents? they were furious.

your dad paced the kitchen in his suit jacket and socks, tie already loose from work. “a DUI,” he snapped, not even looking at you. “are you out of your mind? do you have any idea what that could’ve meant for your record? for your future?”

your mom didn’t yell at first. she sat at the table, quiet, hand clenched around her coffee mug like she was imagining smashing it. but when she did speak?

“do you think your name is a shield?” she asked, voice sharp and calm in that terrifying way. “you think because your father pays for half of the county and your brother’s a national finalist, that you can go around crashing into people’s property and embarrassing us?”

“it was a mailbox,” you said, small. wrong.

the look she gave you could’ve turned your skin inside out.

“and next time?” she hissed. “what if it was a person? what if it was someone’s child?”

you didn’t answer. didn’t even cry. you just stood there, arms crossed, eyes burning, chewing on your lip so hard you could taste the blood.

your older brother called the next day. but not to comfort you.

“tsk, tsk,” he said, drawling like he was reading headlines. “a dui? crazy. even i wouldn’t do dumb shit like that.”

you hung up halfway through his lecture about how expensive benz bumpers are.

but big money helps.

your dad’s lawyer was a shark. the expungement was fast-tracked, sealed. the fine paid the same afternoon.

but snowboarding? that didn’t survive.

there wasn’t an official announcement. just whispers. your name dropped off flyers. your invite to regionals “postponed indefinitely.”

you knew how these things worked. they had a board meeting—not on paper, but in a room you’d never be invited into again. tsukada. your parents. someone from the athletic committee. a PR rep who kept repeating the word liability.

you were benched. “temporarily,” they said. “a pause.”

but what they meant was: you’re done.

your parents didn’t argue. they didn’t even flinch. they just nodded, and offered a solution. a way to make amends.

“we spoke to the owners,” your mom said over breakfast like she was talking about a donation. “you’re going to apologize. face to face.”

you groaned. “you already took the money out of my account to pay for a new mailbox. what else do they want?”

the look she gave you was terrifying. one brow raised. mouth pinched. a look that said say one more thing and see what happens.

you shut right the fuck up.

she folded the paper, looked you dead in the eye. “some people have less than, y/n. and this?” she tapped her nails against the counter. “this is the least you could do. if your father wasn’t still babying you, i’d take every device in this house, but since we’re being gracious, you’re going to take yourself down to that address and offer to help them however they see fit. no complaints. no eye rolls. you understand me?”

you nodded once. tight. small. bitter.

because the mailbox you hit?

was attached to the fence of a run-down kennel on the edge of town. another thing broken on the property including the fencing and the heating and the warped little sign that read:

ten shadows rehabilitation & rescue

your mother pressed the address into your palm like a punishment. “you’re going,” she said.

so you did.

your mom dropped you off, obviously—no license, no car, no trust left.

she barely said anything the whole ride. just listened to a podcast while you stared out the window, trying not to feel like a prisoner on the way to sentencing. when the GPS announced the address, she didn’t even slow. just pulled into the gravel shoulder, leaned over, and popped the door open like it was an errand drop-off.

“be nice,” she said flatly. “and don’t embarrass me again.”

you stepped out into snow that came up to your ankles, icy mud seeping into the suede of your uggs.

the place was almost hidden from the road. half-swallowed by frost and forest, tucked behind a crooked fence with slats falling out like loose teeth. snow piled high on either side of the gravel path, crunched underfoot with every hesitant step.

the air smelled like cedar and wet fur, and something sharper underneath. bleach, maybe. or ammonia. something sterile trying to mask something wild.

the building looked like it had been built a hundred years ago and never renovated. wood slats bowed from rot. paint peeling. shingles missing like someone had picked them off by hand. the porch light flickered like it was scared to stay on.

you adjusted your jacket, a brown northface from the skims collection, cropped and cute but absolutely not meant for this kind of wind, and knocked.

no answer.

you were just about to turn back and call your mom when a voice drifted around from the side of the building, low and flat, like it came from the trees.

“you here to see the dogs or just breaking more of our shit?”

you froze. turned.

he stepped into view a second later.

tall. sharp. beautiful in a way that didn’t feel soft, like he was carved instead of born. black hair pulled half-up, loose strands falling over a pale, unsmiling face. his eyes were cold, but not mean, just unreadable. like he didn’t care enough to react. like whatever you were about to say, he’d already heard it.

he wore a heavy black hoodie under a gray utility coat. pants scuffed at the knees. boots caked in snow. he looked at you like you were a problem he’d already solved. not a threat. not a guest. just… annoying.

“hi,” you said, nerves catching in your throat. “i’m y/n. i was looking for the owners?”

“i am one of them,” he said, voice like a dull knife. he didn’t move. didn’t even cross his arms. just stood there, letting you squirm.

“oh—uh, hi,” you stammered. “i’m… i was the girl who hit your mailbox last week. i wanted to come here and, um, formally apologize. and also ask if there was any help you guys needed or anything i can do. i’m really sorry.”

his gaze dropped, assessing. you could feel him scanning everything: the leggings tucked into your uggs, the northface, your necklace stack, your ears weighed down in gold hoops and crawlers, your acrylics with little star charms that clinked every time you moved.

he sighed, then called behind him, voice low but clear: “tsumiki.”

more snow crunched. footsteps light and fast. and then another figure appeared, a girl about your age, maybe a little older, with warm brown eyes and a long, dark braid tucked into a faded windbreaker. cheeks flushed from the cold, but her smile was soft.

“this her?” she asked.

megumi muttered, “girl who hit the mailbox,” like it was your new legal name.

tsumiki grinned and stepped forward.

“hi, y/n,” she said kindly. “i’m tsumiki, and this is my brother megumi. thank you so much for your apology, as well as the very large check your family wrote for the damages.”

you gave a little tight laugh. “yeah, uh… of course.”

“we would actually love some help here.”

megumi’s head whipped to her. “wait, huh—”

tsumiki ignored him. “do you have any allergies to dogs?”

“um… no?” you blinked.

“great! come inside. let’s talk about the help we need.“ she turned without waiting, waving you along like this was a spa appointment.

you followed, kind of stunned. in your head, this was supposed to be a smile, a wave, a thanks-but-we’re-good.

not this. not real work.

inside, the place was warmer than it looked, but barely. the smell hit you first. gross. raw. dog shampoo and wet paws and something faintly like rawhide and rubbing alcohol.

before you could even take a full step in, a blur of white barreled out of the hallway, fast, heavy, low growl in its chest. a white akita with mismatched eyes skidded to a stop right in front of you, tail wagging once.

you flinched.

megumi let out a sharp whistle, two fingers in his mouth. “kiba. down.”

the dog obeyed immediately. sat, alert. staring.

tsumiki laughed. “don’t worry. all the dogs here are up to date on their shots.”

you blinked.

shots? what the fuck? there’s a possibility you could get bit?

you forced a smile, nodding along, your grin getting tighter with every word she said.

she wrote you a little makeshift schedule, notes about your shifts, their feeding times. all printed on a half-ripped piece of letterhead.

“thank you again for coming. we really appreciate it,” she said brightly. “mondays through fridays—you don’t have to worry about weekends, we’ve got it covered.”

you nodded, tucked the paper into your sleeve. “of course. um. i’ll see you soon.”

you stepped outside, face burning, and fished out your phone. dialed your mom.

“i’m ready to be picked up,” you muttered. she said on my way and hung up.

you scrolled through your contacts. clicked nobara. she answered on the second ring.

“hey—”

“can i cry?” you sniffled. “like actually cry.”

“oh god. you already went?” she said, voice pitching up. you nodded, even though she couldn’t see. “they want me to take care of dogs, nobara. every day. five days a week.”

“oh i’m so sorry baby,” she said quickly. “you definitely don’t want to know what happened at practice today then.”

your stomach dropped.

“what?” you asked, already feeling the tear welling.

she sighed. “sukuna was definitely kissing that junior in the locker room.”

you broke.

a sob ripped out of you like something physical. you crumpled down onto the curb, hand pressed to your mouth.

“oh my god,” you cried. “oh my fucking god.”

you heard tires crunching behind you. turned.

your mom’s car rolled up slow. she looked at you, hunched on the sidewalk, eyes puffy, phone still pressed to your cheek, and raised one perfectly sculpted brow.

“i’ll call you later,” you hiccuped into the phone, still sobbing. hung up.

you slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door.

“they want me to take care of their dogs every day of the week besides weekends,” you sniffled, wiping at your face with your sleeve.

your mom pulled away from the curb with a sigh. “at least they gave you weekends off,” she said dryly. “you should be more grateful.”

you sniffled again. hard. she glanced at you and softened. just barely.

“…did something else happen?”

you didn’t answer for a second. then: “sukuna was kissing a junior at practice.”

her face went cold.

“i never liked him,” she muttered. “i always said he was going to be trouble.”

you curled deeper into your seat, biting the inside of your cheek to stop another cry.

“y/n, this is a terrible situation,” she said gently. “but sometimes terrible things are just… doors. ugly ones. but they open to the right place.”

you didn’t say anything.

“and whatever you do,” she added, voice steel now, “do not give him the chance to show you who he really is a third time.”

[sdmnpact]

H. LEWIS MOODBOARD I.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Dating Harry Lewis ♡

[] Cute Little Things.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pajamas all day

Its widely known that Harry basically lives in pajama pants. That also means that you live in pajama pants. He loves getting you guys matching pajama pants and laying on the couch with you, your legs intertwined. He never shares them but loves taking couple pictures with you, especially in matching pj pants.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ cuddling on the couch

He loves being coddled! He rests his head in your lap while you stroke his hair. This sweet innocent moment is what he longs for after a tiring sidemen shoot. He loves being the little spoon when you cuddle as you struggle to wrap your arms around the large lad but enjoy it just the same. Being in your embrace is so comforting to him and he never wants to leave the warmth of your arms.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ snow days

He loves taking you to snowy locations! Teaching you to snowboard was the best and worst thing he's ever done. You became a pro and almost outshine him. Whenever he becomes a bit jealous, you make sure to stumble a bit to stroke his ego. He knows what you're doing and he loves you for it. He's just happy he has a partner that can enjoy the cold weather and fun activity with him.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ cooking

Dinner is the best time ever. Sometimes cooking together can be stressful but sometimes it's the most romantic thing ever. When you two aren't bickering about how much salt the meal needs, your arms are wrapped around his waist as he slowly stirs the pot. Your head resting on his back, taking in the sweet aroma of the meal and his lovely scent. You are his food taster and he is yours. You are the nicest person when it comes to criticism but this man turns into Gordon Ramsey. He loves you but won't hesitate to call you an idiot sandwich at the tiniest mistake. It's all fun and games until you two end up in a heated makeout sesh and burn the food, resulting in you just ordering in.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ camping

He loves the outdoors and takes you out every and any chance he gets. Whether it's nature walks, hiking, or camping, you two have the best time. You're not too athletic and tend to lag behind him a bit but he makes sure to slow down and let you take your time. It works out in his favor because he can just stare at you longer. You may be breathing heavy, sweating, and wheezing but he is just in awe at the sight of his beautiful partner regardless of your rugged appearance. After the sidemen camping video, camping because a monthly thing. He loved it and you loved watching him fully in his element. Harry would make sure to get up bright and early, ready for the day and you would watch as this man turned into an excited child ready for Disneyland. Nights by the campfire would end up in steamy makeout sessions that definitely escalated quickly. ♡

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ hands

His hand is always holding yours. Whether it's dragging you through a crowded area, making sure not to lose you at the store, or just enjoying lunch at a restaurant. He is always grabbing your hand. The cramp and sweat that accumulates after an hour of walking with him is insane. But you think its sweet and love it. He gets pouty when you release his hand because you have to do something using two hands. He immediately reaches for it the second you're done. Your hand is never swinging on its own if he's by your side.

~~~

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