#so putting it here for a moment and then i will delete it

[suliigwp]

Lucky Page — OP81

Oscar Piastri x reader | established relationship, SMAU

SULI: have this little treat before the next chapter of tronab — I'm obsessed with this man. Short and sweet🧡 also please pretend it says Saudi Arabia instead of Miami in a pic😘 you'll get it

Warnings: Thirsty comments, sexy jokes

SUMMARY: Every time Oscar Piastris girlfriend posts him on her private Instagram page before a race— he wins

China race week

Liked by pastrypriv, lando.jpg and 21 others.

y/npriv: IM GONNA EAT HIM (lando ipad kid behind 'em)

16 comments.

lando.jpg: I was reading your post🙄

pastrypriv: only you're allowed to eat me

↳ y/npriv: 👀

↳ pastrypriv: can you be wholesome for just a second?

charl3smess: no bc why does he look like he’d taste like strawberry yoghurt

car1105.finsta: I bet he smells like sunscreen I gifted him

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: I think if you bite him he’d make that lil “ow :/” sound

↳ y/npriv: CAN CONFIRM. tested. 7/10 bite resistance

piastrilicious: what the hell is going on here

georgewearssocks: blink twice if they’ve put seasoning on u

↳ lando.jpg: he blinked once. medium rare incoming

↳ y/npriv: dinner’s at 8 x

↳ car1105.finsta: save me the elbow

↳ charl3smess: i want the cheek. soft bits hit different

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: dibs on the fingers

↳ pastrypriv: you guys are sick

↳ y/npriv: bff you literally said I'm allowed to eat you

↳ pastrypriv: bc I wanted to be devoured with love 💔

...

Liked by mclaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 1M others.

yourusername: First win of the season and so many more to come! I'm so proud of you🧡

24k comments.

oscarpiastri: Couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm 🧡

↳ yourusername: Are you calling me the tire strategy again 😒

↳ oscarpiastri: Maybe 👀

piastribabe99: SHE MANIFESTED THIS I KNOW SHE DID

landonorris: Here we go. Can’t wait to hear about this for the next 3 months.

↳ yourusername: You’ll live.

↳ oscarpiastri: You’re just mad I finished ahead 😌

↳ landonorris: Don’t test me little man

mclarensunshine: this is my Roman Empire. the way she looked at him on the podium 😭

↳ wagsonsight: HER EYES WERE GLOWING

danielricciardo: OH HE’S WINNING WINNING 🔥

↳ yourusername: more things than the race if you know what I mean

↳ danielricciardo: oop

↳ lando: WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOR

↳ oscarpiastri: y/n.

gridwives: their dynamic >>>>>

maxverstappen1: Congrats, mate. Let’s see if you can do it twice 😉

↳ yourusername: 👀 challenge accepted

↳ oscarpiastri: 😬

oscarpiastriluvr: She’s the proudest gf and I’m sobbing about it

carlossainz55: You better frame this post. Historic moment.

↳ yourusername: Already making a scrapbook 🧡

↳ oscarpiastri: I’m scared

f1wifematerial: real love is posting him even when he still has champagne in his hair

...

Bahrain race week

Liked by charl3smess, a.lbonbutmakeitferal, georgewearssocks and 19 others.

y/npriv: how he was looking at me last night

22 comments.

pastrypriv: Y/N!

↳ y/npriv: just like last night

↳ lando.jpg: stop this madness 😭

lando.jpg: YOU NEED TO GO TO CHURCH. IMMEDIATELY.

↳ y/npriv: my god is busy blessing Oscar

↳ lando.jpg: I’m calling his mum

m4xisnumberone: I should not be here

↳ y/npriv: then leave

↳ m4xisnumberone: not until I report you to the FIA

charl3smess: I will never unsee this

↳ lando.jpg: SAME

↳ charl3smess: why are you everywhere

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: Delete this before I make a group chat without you

↳ y/npriv: you wouldn’t dare

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: try me

georgewearssocks: This is entirely inappropriate

↳ car1105.finsta: just say you’re jealous

↳ georgewearssocks: 😐

car1105.finsta: wait so is this a before or after quali kind of look

↳ y/npriv: Carlos?

↳ car1105.finsta: i’m just trying to understand the timeline 🧎‍♂️

↳ pastrypriv: this is so humiliating

...

Liked by car1105.finsta, m4xisnumberone, lando.jpg and 22 others.

y/npriv: LAWRD HAVE MERCY

comments.

lando.jpg: GET A GRIP

↳ y/npriv: I physically CANNOT

↳ lando.jpg: you need to be stopped

m4xisnumberone: nah cause this one actually made ME flinch

↳ y/npriv: 😌

↳ m4xisnumberone: NO

charl3smess: you’re not normal

↳ y/npriv: he unzipped his suit and so did my sanity

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: not to be dramatic but i feel unsafe here

↳ y/npriv: okay but imagine you saw this in PERSON

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: i’d pass away

car1105.finsta: you didn’t even try to be subtle

↳ y/npriv: didn’t even TRY

↳ car1105.finsta: that’s love i fear

georgewearssocks: Lord have mercy? No. We need a restraining order.

↳ y/npriv: try and catch me 😌

↳ georgewearssocks: i’m telling Oscar

dannyricc3: yeah okay this one is a little bit illegal

↳ y/npriv: delete your jealousy x

↳ dannyricc3: i’m texting your mother

dannyricc3: Not Oscar keeping his silence

↳ pastrypriv: let me be

...

Liked by dannyricc3, m4xisnumberone, car1105.finsta and 17 others.

y/npriv: HE WON AGAIN. TWO IN A ROW. i’m not saying it’s because i posted him last night but i posted him last night.

18 comments.

lando.jpg: no because this is getting weird now

↳ y/npriv: don’t act like you’re not scared

↳ lando.jpg: i AM

↳ lando.jpg: imagine how big the gap would be if you attend a gp👀

charl3smess: if he wins three in a row i’m opening a shrine to you

↳ y/npriv: start collecting candles

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: I KNEW IT. WITCHCRAFT.

↳ y/npriv: consider me your local track witch 🧹✨

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: you’re too powerful

georgewearssocks: I was skeptical. Now I’m terrified.

↳ y/npriv: you should be

m4xisnumberone: This is how cults start

↳ y/npriv: you’re just mad i didn’t post you

↳ m4xisnumberone: DON’T

car1105.finsta: can i send a photo of ME with puppy eyes for this week??

↳ y/npriv: lol no. this account chooses oscar now.

↳ car1105.finsta: brutal

pastrypriv: Two wins. Coincidence.

↳ y/npriv: say that again when you’re holding another trophy next week

...

Saudi Arabia Race Week

Liked by gridlife2025, paddockfashionista, waglifeinsta and 45k others.

F1GossipFeed: Spotted at the Saudi Arabia GP: @/yourusername making a stylish appearance in the paddock! Looks like she’s here to support @/oscarpiastri in person this weekend. ✨🏎️

12k comments.

f1fanatic_23: Love seeing the support! Hope Oscar feels the energy 💙

gridlife2025: She always looks so cool, no wonder Oscar’s killing it this season

raceweekbuzz: VIP vibes for sure, who else wishes they had paddock access?

speedqueen_94: This is the motivation Oscar needs to bring home another podium 👏

paddockfashionista: Okay, her outfit is EVERYTHING. F1 fashion goals!

motorsportjunkie: Supporting your driver in person? That’s next level. Respect.

tracksidevibes: I’m here for the power couple energy, can’t wait to see them at the podium

...

Liked by lando.jpg, georgewearssocks, pastrypriv and 22 others.

y/npriv: trying something today🤭 good luck my boys!

10 comments.

lando.jpg: You better post me twice for extra luck

↳ y/npriv: double the trouble 😈

pastrypriv: Don’t jinx it, witch

↳ y/npriv: oh, I’m blessing you. Big difference.

charl3smess: Proof that the best wingwomen come with filters and funny faces

m4xisnumberone: I demand a selfie too or I’m boycotting podium photos

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: Make sure you send one to me or I’m crashing your next Zoom call

car1105.finsta: Officially the best hype squad captain

georgewearssocks: I see the power of good vibes in action

dannyricc3: This energy is everything. Good luck boys, don’t disappoint!

...

Liked by yourusername, nicolepiastri, ln4 and 2.3M others.

mclaren: ✨ DOMINANCE ✨ What a sensational performance from @/oscarpiastri and @/landonorris today at Saudi Arabia! A commanding 1-2 finish, crossing the line nearly 30 seconds ahead of the rest of the pack. Pure teamwork, focus, and speed. 🏆🏆

77k comments.

f1fansworldwide: That’s how you show up and shut it down. McLaren is back baby! 🔥

oscarpiastrifan: Oscar and Lando are unstoppable when they’re together. Loved every second of that race!

landonorrisfanclub: A 30-second gap? Unreal. Proud of my boys 🧡💙

yourusername: My boys did THAT 👀💥 So proud!!

↳ mclaren: our lucky charm🧡

...

Private Group Chat—

'Paddock Hazard'

@/yourusername:

ok but seriously… 30 seconds ahead??

Lucky Page magic strikes again 💅✨

@/lando: I want to believe but you’re gonna have to post me solo next time or I’m out 😤

@/oscarpiastri: I’m not sure if I believe this “Lucky Page” thing but… can’t argue with results 😂

@/maxverstappen1: I’m starting to think you’re the real driver here tbh

@/charles_leclerc: Not gonna lie, I’m lowkey jealous of this power you’ve got.

@/alex_albon: So when’s the ritual? I wanna join the cult.

@/yourusername:

First, you gotta post the ugliest selfie you have.

No exceptions.

@/lando: Nooooooo

@/oscarpiastri: If posting on the Lucky Page means I keep winning, I’m down to let her do whatever she wants.

@/yourusername:

Careful what you wish for… next race I’m posting the one of you with bedhead.

@/lando: Wait, that was private!

@/maxverstappen1: I vote for more bedhead pics. It’s only fair.

@/charles_leclerc: Honestly this chat is the best thing about race weekends.

@/alex_albon: Agreed. Also, when’s the group photo for maximum luck?

@/yourusername:

Only if you promise to not fight each other

@/georgerussell63: you expect too much from us

@/maxverstappen1: No promises.

@/georgerussell63: see?

@/oscarpiastri: Whatever happens, Lucky Page is here to stay. Thanks for keeping my podium streak alive

_____________________________________________

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[momomogos]

My art was stolen by stores and made into products for sale

Just the day before yesterday, I was told by a friend that my work had been stolen without my knowledge by a private store on PDD (Pinduoduo, a Chinese e-commerce platform), who had made my art into products and sold them for profit! They even erased my signature and mark (momo-mark), and put the words "Don't steal" on the promotional image.

So brazen.

I contacted the store the moment I found out about it, told them I was the owner of the image and warned them to take the item off the shelves immediately. I also spread the word within the Chinese DCA fandom community not to buy this product. I would like to thank Ms. Summer @summeramkuv for her help in spreading the word and reporting it, without her things wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

It took two days from the time of the incident, the report was very fruitful and the product has now been taken down without any problems.

However, the moment the matter was resolved, I found out that another store had stolen other artists' works and made products to sell commercially as well.

Some people have helped to contact the artist, and others like me have posted on social media telling people not to make purchases.

I'm not the only victim.

I only post my work on LOF/QQ/tumblr/pin (LOFTER and QQ are both Chinese social media apps), so I've done something about my social media as well, I've deleted some of my QQ friends and taken steps to ban people from downloading my work from LOF.

I have also been alerted to people posting my work on pin, I am Chinese , my language skills and energy are limited, there is no way I can do to warn all the people who posting my work away. 

And now I will use bigger and bigger markers try to avoid this situation.Post more of my art on PIn and tell everyone: I'm the one who drew this!!!!

Outside of the initial, I've received some unreasonable accusations from someone (who also posts on tumblr) who accused me on QQ of unilaterally deleting her friends.

And even warned me on my private channel:If U can't talk properly, don't talk at all.

(Blue: my reply. red: her statement) My relationship with her has only been a conversation on a public channel, not a close friendship. She is a person who likes to complain on public channels, and we all just verbally care about and comfort her.

I have responded positively and told her: if you are embarrassed about seeing my posts, I will block you. Making friend is a two-way street and I have my standards.

I was just expounding on my experience and had no intention of picking a fight, I've resolved everything, which is why I'm posting here to share what happened to me, and hopefully to warn some of the people out there against maliciously stealing an artist's work and disrupting the environment of the community.

We are all here together to create and share, not to complain and accuse each other!

I've been very distracted by all of this lately, making art for dca famdom is just a hobby for me, and if this hobby affects my daily life and my socializing, then I'll just have to give up making art for this community ……

I love the dca community on tumblr, thanks for the everyone's support!

[housemdork]

house md rewatch: 2x16, "safe"

voluntarily vs. involuntary confinement, plus wilson's realization that he does this shit to himself.

that may be my favorite shot in the whole show, btw. somebody who's in film studies should explain why i like it so much because even i'm not sure.

2x16 is no "clueless," but i still enjoy it. it's also another installment in this relentless run of Shock Value Patient Plots. above all else, it's the precursor to "all in." i don't have as much to say about it as i do the surrounding episodes, but i like what it says about wilson's character growth from here on out (nobody is surprised lol).

this leg of wilson's stay with house is devoted to one thing - forcing wilson to confront himself. even before he finds out that house deleted the voicemails about the apartment he applied for, it's clear that he feels that the walls are closing in around him. house is so outlandish about the shit he pulls that viewers share in wilson's shock and horror.

like how could house make him wait outside for hours? skimp on all of his chores? try to make him pee in his sleep? continue to eat all his food because he can't be bothered to prep anything beforehand?...

...until we remember that he could just leave. in reality, house is pushing wilson to the brink to show him how he creates his own misery. he also forces reflection upon wilson by calling out just why he's putting up with all of house's bullshit: "you're not going anywhere. you're gonna sit on my couch and depress us both because you can't admit that it's over with your wife...as long as you're here, it's just a fight."

very poignant, greg. house denies that this is "therapy," but their experience living together isn't Not like therapy. it exposes wilson. he voluntarily does the dishes and picks up after house because it's easier in the moment than picking a fight. but, long term, this breeds the exact resentment that ends wilson's relationships. sam even attests to as much in season 7.

house's accusation of misery is even funnier because wilson relentlessly accuses house of relying on his own misery to maintain the status quo; his dependence on misery/sameness, in wilson's diagnosis, is what drove that final wedge between house and stacy. takes one to know one, i guess. misery has become their great equalizer! surely this won't have larger narrative implications!

this all contrasts well with the patient plot - melinda, having received a heart transplant six months ago, is kept secluded from the "real world" because her mother is afraid of her getting sick because of an compromised immune system.

melinda's seclusion prohibits from seeking out relationships romantic or otherwise. melinda is constantly seeking out new experiences because she may only have 5-10 years left (i will not bring up the series finale...). wilson, meanwhile, willingly keeps himself from reality; the sickness is of his own making*. as stated earlier, house forces him to confront this.

my favorite (and everyone's favorite) moment is, ofc, when house's cane collapses. it cuts a bizarre feeling in the audience at first - house fucking with wilson's materially is different than wilson potentially injuring his disabled friend, yes? it's not funny at first. we don't have permission to laugh, especially based on house's initial expression:

this is the same face he makes when truly horrific things happen lol.

but the following exchange reaffirms 3 things: this is funny, a built-in component of their relationship; wilson's sense of self has returned; house's autonomy over the very narrative of house md - follow me on that last one.

first, wilson reflects his own emotional feelings of immobility by taking away house's physical mobility, something only wilson could ever get away, exemplified by how proud house looks after the fact. this is another great equalizing moment.

it's not just for dramatic effect that wilson leaves house behind, either. his absence highlights wilson's subtle benevolence for house, that which we take for granted sometimes because house takes it for granted. it's been written about before, but wilson always keeps pace with house. whereas the ducklings are usually spread out behind him, even racing to keep up, from day 1, we see house and wilson walking in time. that makes this prank all the more potent, while also confirming that wilson is ready to leave house's apartment ("at some point").

wilson's "at some point" cracks me up because he's like a baby bird being slowly let back out into the world. just say that you kinda like the college dorm of it all with house, why don't you? who else are you gonna have this synchronicity with?

sit closer, house. you can't.

but re: house's autonomy, i like this scene and how house gives us permission to laugh because it allows him to dictate how his disability is treated. in a narrative that always showcases his pain being ignored, downplayed, or repressed, he's able to impart his own feelings about it to the audience. i think there's some agency in that. if they'd just cut to him laughing right away, it wouldn't hit as hard.

now, finally something NOT to do with house and wilson! i wanted to mention foreman's attachment to melinda. he's immediately involved in melinda's case, even getting into it with her mom after we learn just how overprotective she is. i think this narrative choice alludes more to future characterization than it does confirm anything outright. we'll learn more about his family life soon enough. my stomach drops just to think about it.

but! i have to emphasize how his story/experience is repeatedly snuffed out by the parents and house. i think this instance is about more than the racist joke house makes at the whiteboard or, rather, that joke means more than casual, edgy 2000s racism. the whiteboard is their control center, from which foreman is barred in 2x16, and foreman clearly has a personal story that he wants to share to melinda to relate to her, but he can never get the words out. he's interrupted every time.

and while he surrenders to house at the last moment about the tick, if not for this scene between melinda and foreman, they never would have put the pieces together. foreman being allowed to express vulnerability and seeking out space with the patient are both things house cannot/would not do, yet they prove integral to saving melinda's life. that they happen in private shows how unseen foreman's work often goes, how he is taken for granted at most every turn.

lastly, i'm not gonna mention house and foreman in the elevator with melinda. we've all seen it. let's just be glad that he found the tick in time, and let's not be surprised that wilson is the one who gave him the out.

*AND YET. if we borrow from my 2x14 argument that the diseased heart symbolically represented wilson's superimposed heterosexuality, melinda's heart transplant that will eventually kill her is...pretty exciting stuff...

[taintedsoul-if]

Hey everyone,

Okay, so maybe I bit off more than I could chew. I’ve been working tirelessly to make sure the updates roll out on time, and honestly, I’m up to my neck with everything that needs my attention. So, for now, we’re putting the character lore posts on hiatus and shifting our focus fully to Chapter Four.

I'm currently around 5k words in, right before the scene where the MC heads off to school. There’s a moment where Nothingness experiences a small glitch in its system—it briefly glimpses two potential plotlines and is now compiling that data to send to the MC.

I still intend to drop the chapter opening by July 21st for Paid Patreon subscribers, as promised. Over the next few days, I’ll be tackling a few behind-the-scenes tasks as well.

In the meantime, I’ve decided to release Part One of Chapter Three to the public. If you'd like to continue right into Part Two, you can head over to my Patreon and sign up for the Carnivorous Creature tier.

And now, without further ado, here are the links! I truly hope you enjoy the journey—I'll also include links to the posts outlining what to expect from both the public and paid updates.

UPDATED DEMO PUBLIC | Chapter 3 PT1 PUBLIC

For public readers, please note that since you're receiving this partial update now, there will be no additional update on the 21st—only Patreon users will receive new content on that date.

Chapter 3 PT PATREON SUBSCRIBERS | PAID DEMO UPDATED LINK

It is very important to note that I’ve deleted the old Patreon link and replaced it with a new one, so paid users will need to restart their games.

As always, if you spot any grammar issues or coding errors, feel free to send them my way.

Have a beautiful week ahead 🫶.

[rasqberrypetalpostcards]

025.

emotional hoarding: the need to save screenshots, songs, and sentences forever an essay about digital keepsakes, the tenderness of collecting feelings, and the ache of wanting nothing to be lost

i don’t delete things. i don’t mean to be dramatic about it — it’s not always conscious, not always desperate — but i keep everything. old screenshots. archived messages. playlists i haven’t listened to in years. photos of moments i barely remember but can’t bear to let go of.

it’s not just nostalgia. it’s not about the past being prettier. it’s about preservation. about keeping proof that certain feelings were real, that certain people were here, that i was once that soft and that open and that full.

it’s emotional hoarding. and it’s not cute. it’s cluttered. my phone storage hates me. my folders are a mess. i label things with half-thoughts like “important” or “this one hurt” or “remember this always,” and i never clean them up. because what if i forget?

what if i lose the sentence that broke me open? what if i can’t find that one screenshot of a chat that made me feel seen? what if the song that once held me slips away before i get a chance to thank it properly?

keeping things as a way of keeping yourself

sometimes i wonder if i’m collecting these things because i don’t trust my own memory. or maybe because i don’t trust the world to let good things last.

so i archive. i back up. i save duplicates. i bookmark quotes and copy-paste text into six different places.

because maybe, somewhere inside, i think that if i save enough, i won’t lose the version of me that once felt deeply. i won’t lose the girl who read that line at midnight and gasped. i won’t lose the softness that song created in my chest.

i won’t lose the love that bloomed, even if it was brief.

a folder full of ghosts

you’d be surprised how loud a silent file can feel.

you click into a folder and suddenly you’re sitting in a memory you didn’t ask to revisit. the playlist you made for someone who never made one for you. the screenshot of a message you can’t reread without your stomach knotting. the blurry picture of a day that felt infinite at the time.

you saved them because they mattered. and they still do. but now they haunt you a little.

because keeping them means keeping the ache.

and still, you keep them.

songs as emotional timestamps

i have playlists that are practically diaries. no descriptions, just vibes. titles like “hurt but soft” or “this felt like falling” or “i loved you gently.”

songs i don’t even love musically — but they’re tied to a moment, a feeling, a version of me that i can’t recreate without them.

sometimes i’ll put one on and suddenly it’s last winter again. i’m crying in the back of a cab. or laughing under string lights. or sitting alone at 3 a.m., trying to feel something clean.

and it hits me, all over again — music isn’t just sound. it’s emotion storage.

screenshots as modern keepsakes

i don’t print photos. i don’t frame letters. but i screenshot everything.

an old friend saying something kind. a stranger being unexpectedly gentle. a stupid meme that made me laugh when i was falling apart. a tweet that articulated what i didn’t know i needed to hear.

and i scroll through them like someone flipping through pressed flowers.

tiny, pixelated proofs that someone once saw me. that someone once made me feel like i wasn’t alone.

and sure, maybe i’ll never look at them again. but the thought of deleting them feels like erasing a piece of my heart.

sentences that became lifelines

we don’t talk enough about how a single sentence can anchor you.

a line in a book. a caption. something someone said once, maybe not even to you.

words that hit like medicine. like a mirror. like a hug.

i collect them. obsessively. in notes apps and text files and margins of old notebooks.

because sometimes you don’t remember the day or the context — but you remember how it made you feel.

and isn’t that the most honest kind of memory?

not everything we keep is pretty

it’s not all soft and sentimental. some things are ugly. painful. full of longing or regret.

sometimes i keep things because i need to remember what i survived.

because deleting them would feel like pretending i was never hurt. like pretending i didn’t love someone who left.

keeping the evidence is a way of honoring it.

like, yes, this mattered. even if it’s over. even if it wasn’t kind. even if it only lasted a moment.

it mattered.

what if we kept feelings the way we keep files?

what if we organized our emotions like folders? what if we labeled our memories gently, instead of pretending they didn’t happen?

what if we gave ourselves permission to hold on, instead of constantly being told to let go?

maybe it’s okay to have a little mess. a little weight. a little archive of everything we’ve felt.

maybe it means we cared. maybe it means we still do.

soft clutter is still sacred

there is something deeply romantic about saving things no one else would. about keeping pieces of conversations that made you smile. about hoarding proof that once, someone said something soft to you.

you don’t need to apologize for that.

you’re not being too sensitive. you’re being attentive.

to meaning. to memory. to the little moments that might’ve gone unnoticed — but not by you.

you are allowed to hold on

this world moves too fast. deletes too quickly. says “move on” like it’s that easy.

but your heart is not a hard drive. it’s a scrapbook.

so keep the screenshot. keep the song. keep the line that made you feel real.

your softness is not clutter. your memories are not excess. your need to hold on is not wrong.

some things are meant to be saved. outlined in pastel highlighter by, R.

[bunnithechubs]

hey did your doli’s save posts get removed or something?? I had liked the last couple so I could go back and get caught up when I had a moment but it’s disappeared from my likes & I can’t see it on your page either when I go to look?? I didn’t mute the tag either because I double checked

It could be a me issue or something with the app bugging or glitching but I’d thought I’d let you know just incase!

Hi anon(s)!

First off tysm for showing interest in that gp. I was experimenting with a new kind of story/gp and was excited to share it with you all. I had been feeling like it wasn’t “liked” on my page since the engagement was pretty low (in comparison to my other stuff).

Now, with saying that you shouldn’t post on here just because of engagement. I normally don’t care about engagement but for some reason it sort of hurt that I was putting in all this extra effort into a story and then it felt like I was putting more effort for it to be liked.

Then came the anon ask about the tag. Now I don’t think that anon was being rude/mean. They had a genuine question and people should block whatever they don’t want to see.

However, that just sort of solidified my feelings on trying to get the gameplay more liked and it not being “good enough.” So in a minor crash out I deleted all the posts associated with that gp. I went on stream after and was asked about it where I was met with a lot of encouragement to continue so I’m planning to continue it but just posting updates rather than a story.

Thanks for being so supportive about it and I’m sorry if I stressed you out with my little crash out. 🩷

[dollopole]

I should find another hobby

Anyway, if Merlin was set in modern times, Arthur would have called Merlin his “gay awakening”.

[remyfire]

Find somebody who is as excited about you as Alan Alda is about stingless bees.

[c2-eh]

Hey love ❤️

Would you like to share your top 5 Charlos moments from 2023?

uuuu hi baby <33 yesss of course and with pleasure!!

1. the bracelet video. carlos calling charles darling. kiss kiss. you just had to be there. i love how playful and cute they are and so comfortable with each other 🥺❤

2. CAR REVEAL!! everything about that honestly. from tiktoks to photos to them talking on the radio. HELLOOOOO babe MATE!!!!!!

3. goggle games. the whole video tbf, they are so extremely cute in that and laughing the whole time, touchy feely, the hand holding.... i love them sm

4. c2 music challenge but especially this little moment... i mean. look at them :'))) i miss them doing challenges bc it looks like they have soooo much fun.

5. charles driving carlos at drivers parade in miami. idk this was so very important to me

i honestly love every single interaction but i can't fit it into this and my limit of 5 is reached!

[coridallasmultipass]

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[bikananjarrus]

the thing is....... i don't want to complain about sw all the time. but the writers for sw shows/movies make it so fucking hard to be excited bc half of them can't fucking write

[bandsanitizer]

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[taskforce420]

the other woman. simon 'ghost' riley.

unbeknownst to most, simon riley can be a stubborn and blind man. which is why he can- irritate you sometimes.

you and simon had been together for just over a year, everything was going well- a couple hiccups here and there, but nothing serious- that was until a new nurse had arrived at the base. naomi, her name was, she was a sweet girl, a freckled red head, with a confident attitude. sure, she was a good nurse, always lending a hand whenever someone needed it, but she was a barrack bunny. always willing to get a quick shag in with a soldier whenever possible. you never cared about her actions, that was until you noticed simon had been leaving your room every couple of nights to go out with her.

sure, he never lied, he never hid it, but he didn't realise how badly it effected you, he didn't realise he was falling right into her trap.

"'aye sweetheart, going out with naomi t'night. that ok?" simon spoke, walking towards you, pulling a shirt over his head. he smiled beneath his balaclava as he saw you sat on the bed, concentrating deeply on the book that rested in your lap.

you sighed to yourself, you tried to figure out how to bring up the topic of him and the nurse without making it awkward and coming across as if you were angry at him.

closing the book, you leaned forward towards him. "si, do you have to go tonight?" he stopped in his tracks as he looked over at you, studying your face. he was confused.

what's wrong with going out with naomi? its just a bar..shes just a friend.

"well..i don't have to, but id like to..what's wrong with her?" you couldn't believe he didn't know naomi's intentions. for an observant man, he had absolutely no idea, maybe its because he only has eyes for you; he doesn't pay attention to other women. only seeing them as friends.

you played with the corners of the book you were reading. "baby, i don't...appreciate you goin' out with her. you know what she's like, simon." he stopped what he's doing, looking at you for a moment. completely dumbfounded.

"aye?" is all he said. he sat down on the edge of the bed, looking into those eyes he fell so in love with. "i don't understand" no shit

you put your book down and sat up completely, able to talk to him properly. "for a man who has- how many years in the army- you can't see that a woman is trying to get into your pants? naomi is known for sleeping around, soap told me everything, and she's trying to do the same with you"

he stayed silent for a lot longer than what you expected.

"oh."

he spoke, before taking his phone out of his pocket and what looked like- searching for naomi's contact. you watched with furrowed brows, that's all he can say? oh?

new nurse -> edit profile -> block -> delete number

your mouth fell slightly agape as he completely removed naomi from his phone within in an instant, he chucked his phone back on the side and turned to you. he felt horrible, how dare he make his woman feel like that. he loved you so dearly, there was no need for another woman to enter his life. he had you and laswell, and as far as he was concerned that's all he needed.

"so, what do you want for dinner?" he said, removing his slightly fancier clothes and balaclava, which he is more then happy to remove in front of you. the smile that crept its way onto your lips was unbelievable, you let out a small giggle and replied softly with a,

"you.."

[ola987]

Ola: From the Peak of Ambition to an Urgent Need for Your Help Today

Hello dear ones, this is Ola speaking to you from the heart of suffering.

In just a few moments, everything seems so far out of my reach. The world is no longer what it once was; my life has been turned upside down. I once saw myself as a student fighting for her dream, achieving success one after another. But today, after all this, I am left with nothing but memories and broken dreams. 💔

I have lost so much, and now I am back at square one, as if all the effort and hard work I put in over the years has vanished. But still, I cannot lose hope. I am Ola, the ambitious, passionate one who made it to the top. I graduated with distinction and received the top student award at the university. I was first in my college with a GPA of 96.01% " Excellent with 1st. Honor degree", secured a teaching job, and began my master's studies.

My dream filled me with energy; I was eager to achieve more and pursue a Ph.D. program. But today, what can I say?!

Life has been harsh enough, turning everything into darkness. The days have been heavy, and it has been over 471 days since this struggle began, and the wound is still in my heart. Yet, I haven’t lost hope. I still have a dream, my great dream of continuing my studies and achieving my aspirations.

But now, after all I've been through, I need your help more than ever. I ask for nothing but your support, kind words, and a renewed sense of hope. My family and I are living in darkness, and we need your humanity to help us rise again.

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[snail-day]

Okay, Satoru. It’s just a thought. Just a tiny little passing thought that’s totally not turning his insides into goo. You should move in with me.

He thinks it once. Then again. Then another twelve times before lunch. Tossing and turning in bed, kicking the sheets off in frustration because the thought keeps trickling back.

He’s lying flat on his back in bed, hair a mess, blindfold askew, thumb mindlessly scrolling his phone while you hum in the kitchen. And it hits him again - soft and sudden - how nice this is. How perfect. How stupidly, heart-warmingly good it feels to have you here.

You’re wearing his shirt. His biggest one. It swallows you whole, slipping off one shoulder, sleeves dragging past your fingers. And you look so at home like that. Humming and barefoot and sleepy-eyed, stealing strawberries from his fridge like you belong here.

And maybe you do.

He makes a list in his notes app again. Title: Reasons you should move in Beneath it:

No more goodbyes

No more packing bags

No more waiting for a “made it home safe” text (even though he loves them. But he’d rather hear you say it in person. Whispered, sleepily, into his chest.)

No more having to wait when he has missions to come see you

No more nights without you

And then, after a pause:

I love you.

He stares at it too long. Taps the screen a few times. Doesn’t delete it.

Then, Shoko. Of course it’s Shoko. At the worst possible moment, over coffee, just sips and goes, “Most couples break up when they move in together, y’know.”

And now Satoru is spiraling. What if you hate his weird dish organization system? What if you think he takes up too much of the closet? What if you want to split rent even though he just wants to spoil you rotten and give you everything? What if you get tired of him? What if he says the wrong thing and ruins it?

He’s big. He’s loud. He forgets to put the cap back on the toothpaste sometimes. He talks too much when he’s nervous (which is always, around you). He’s him.

But then - you’re here again, on his couch, laptop propped on a pillow, mumbling at apartment listings with the cutest frown on your face.

“This one’s tiny.” “Why is there carpet in the bathroom?” “Three stars and one said ‘roach army.’ I can’t do roach armies.”

And something in his heart just snaps - in a soft, trembling, full-body kind of way.

He watches the way your nose scrunches. The way you tuck your feet under you. The way his hoodie dwarfs you completely. With the throw blanket you always leave thrown across your lap. You belong here. He wants you here. Desperately.

So he says it. Barely above a whisper. Practically choking on his own heartbeat.

“…You could just move in with me.”

And then he’s frozen. Stiff as a board. Sweat prickling at his neck. His pretty mouth parted like he wants to suck the words back in.

You blink up at him. And then that smile. Bright. Full of surprise and something sweeter, something soft and glowing and yes.

“Are you sure?”

His heart stutters. Then melts. Then does something violent and romantic in his ribcage.

God, you’re so pretty. Why are you so pretty? He swears the sun could retire, you’re smiling so bright.

“Yeah,” he says, voice a little hoarse. “I mean - only if you want to. I just thought... it’d be nice. Y’know. To have you here. All the time. With me.”

And then you’re in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, giggling into his hair, and he’s pretty sure his soul just left his body.

He clutches you, hands slightly trembling, grip lacking because he's scared this is some dream. Hides his face in your shoulder. Mumbles something pathetic like, “You’re gonna kill me.”

You laugh. “In a good way?”

He nods into the hoodie you stole. “The best way.”

He doesn’t let go for a long time. Anytime you move away, he brings you back. Hopefully so you don't see the mess he's become. He's the strongest. Yet you make him weak.

Later that night, you’re lying in his bed again - your bed now too, maybe - and you’re talking about what corner your books would go in and whether he has space for your desk, and he’s just watching you, glassy-eyed and stupid in love.

Your fingers graze his jaw, after tracing a few scars on his body, brush his snowy hair from his lashes. And he just… melts. Turns into a puddle right there.

“I can’t believe you said yes,” he whispers. Slow and full of disbelief.

You giggle, a soft gentle noise that somehow still makes his heart stop, brushing your nose against his. “I can’t believe it took you this long to ask.”

Satoru smiles, wide and sleepy and helpless. He’s flushed pink all the way to his ears. He wants to bottle this feeling. Keep it forever. Because for once, everything is quiet. Safe. Full of love. That this is what forever feels like. New list: The proposal.

[himasgod]

can you maybe do a fic about any of the overblot characters turning to a frog and having to have true loves kiss to get back to normal please and thank you

OVERBLOTS X READER

Where they turn into frogs and you, their true love, have to kiss them.

“Unacceptable! Utterly unacceptable!!”

The tiny red frog paced back and forth across your desk, sputtering in fury, his tiny webbed feet making the smallest pat-pat-pat sounds.

You bit your lip trying not to laugh.

“Riddle, calm down—”

“Do not tell me to calm down! I’ve been turned into a frog! A frog! This is a disgrace to Heartslabyul, a violation of school policy, and I demand a formal apology from that imbecile who—!”

You reached out and gently scooped him up before he worked himself into a meltdown.

“...Put me down.”

“You’re going to pop a vessel, and I’m not dealing with frog Riddle and internal bleeding.”

He huffed, cheeks puffing out — which didn’t help his image.

“Professor Trein said the curse can only be broken by a true love’s kiss.”

Y“You… think I’m your—?”

He flushed from neck to forehead (or whatever frogs have).

“I’m not saying that! But… the spell reacted when you held me. I-it warmed slightly. It must mean something.”

“So… do you want me to try?”

“Only if you want to. It would be... appreciated.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his head — and the next moment, you were nearly bowled over by a very flustered Riddle, kneeling on the floor.

“I—I’m back?” He patted himself frantically. “My hands—my hair—! Thank the Queen!”

“Nice to see you again, Riddle.”

He glanced at you and cleared his throat.

“Ahem. This… this doesn’t excuse public displays of affection without permission, but… I suppose I’ll allow it. Just this once.”

“So I’m allowed to kiss you now?”

He turned red again.“Y-you already did. Don’t push your luck!”

“I find this form oddly peaceful,” the frog says in that same deep tone.

You look up to the roof of Ramshackle, where Frog Malleus sits like a green gargoyle (LIKE BATMAN BRO)

“You’re… surprisingly calm about this.”

“In my long life, I have transformed into many things—dragon, mist. This is merely a new shape. Though I must admit, the lack of horns is somewhat tragic.”

“Lilia says it can only be undone with a true love’s kiss.”

His bright green eyes meet yours.

“…Then allow me to make a humble request.”

“You want me to—?”

“I would entrust my form, my life, and my curse to you alone.”

Your heart flutters like a hummingbird. You reach up and kiss his head.

When it fades, Malleus stands before you—tall, regal, radiant.

“I knew it,” he says, lips curling into a soft smile. “It was you.”

You glance away, flushed.

“You’re really okay with me being your… uh… ‘true love’?”

He steps closer.

“You already were. Long before this spell.”

You open your closet and find a bright green frog sulking on a pile of hoodies.

“Idia… you’ve been hiding in here for three days.”

A croaky sigh.

“Don’t look at me. I’ve become one of the background mobs. No… worse. I’m the tutorial boss.”

You stifle a laugh.

“Ortho said only true love’s kiss will break the curse.”

“Ugh, man. Cringe. That’s such a normie mechanic. What is this, some knockoff otome game from the App Store?”

“Idia. You’re literally living in my hoodie drawer.”

“If I croak, delete my browser history. But not the bookmarks. Some of them are important.”

“Do you want to be cured or not?”

“…If it has to be anyone, I’m… okay with it being you. But don’t laugh, okay?”

You gently kiss him. Idia is human again — hair ablaze in blue flames, sitting on the floor in your hoodie.

“You… you kissed me. That was, like, a cutscene moment. Did you see that sparkle effect??”

“Maybe we got the good ending.”

“I am going to SUE whoever enchanted that bottle.”

You stare into a porcelain teacup where Frog Azul is sitting, glaring indignantly.

“You turned into a frog in the middle of the Lounge, Azul.”

“In front of customers, no less! Floyd’s been threatening to toss me in the fryer all morning.”

“Jade said the only way to undo it is with—”

“—Do not say it. I already know. And I hate it.”

“But it’s—”

“True love’s kiss, yes, yes. What a cheap fairytale mechanic. There should be an antidote. I should have an antidote. I sell antidotes!”

“So what’s stopping you?”

He goes quiet.

“…You do want it to be me, don’t you?”

He makes a tiny, deflated ribbit.

“You just had to say so.”

You lean down and kiss him gently and a moment later, Azul is back, flustered and drenched.

“Note to self,” he mutters, adjusting his glasses.

“Burn that perfume recipe. And draft a new contract with… specific kissing clauses.”

“So I am your true love?”

He blushes down to his collar.

“well—technically—yes—but let’s keep this strictly off the record!”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You stared at the small frog sitting on your desk. The frog crossed its little arms (legs?) and let out an exasperated sigh.

“It’s not my fault! Azul's experimental potion exploded, and this is what I get for dodging it too late.”

“You’re a frog, Jamil.”

“Thank you for the observation, my savior,” he deadpanned.

“Now hurry up and kiss me so I can get back to normal before Kalim finds out and tries it himself.”

Your face twisted in horror.

“You want me to kiss a frog?!”

“Do you want me to stay like this and croak around the school forever? Besides, it’s not like you’d be kissing any frog. It’s me. I know it’s not ideal, but you’re my—”

You interrupted, cheeks warm.

“I’m your...?”

He looked away, small arms crossed.

“...My best chance at breaking this curse. Obviously.”

“…You could’ve just said ‘true love’ instead of dancing around it.”

“I’m not dancing around anything. You’re the one making this weird.”

Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, your heart thumped a little harder. You hesitated, leaned down, and—

“Do not tell anyone about this after I turn back,”

You pressed a quick kiss. A second later, a very flustered, very human Jamil stood before you — eyes wide, lips parted, face red.

“I cannot believe that worked,”

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.

“I’m going to kill Azul…”

You looked at him smirking.

“But hey... true love’s kiss, huh?”

“Don’t make me regret this,” he mumbled—but his eyes lingered on your lips little longer.

You stared down at the most perfect frog you’d ever seen.

Velvety green, regal posture, and an expression of pure judgment in those little violet eyes.

“This is... humiliating,” the frog croaked — and yes, that was Vil Schoenheit’s voice.

You choked back a laugh.

“You actually still sound graceful. Impressive.”

“This is not the time for jokes, sweet potato. I was merely trimming a rose stem when that clumsy oaf Epel tripped into the cauldron. Now look at me. My skin is... green. Green!”

“Well, at least it’s glowing,”

“The only way to undo this is a kiss, and Rook has already tried to volunteer. I had to hop away in terror. You’re my only hope, darling.”

You knelt down beside him.

“So… ‘true love’s kiss’ actually works?”

“Rook thinks the potion was modeled after an old fable. He also said you’re the ‘fairest in Vil’s eyes.’ And honestly? I’m inclined to agree.”

“Wait… are you saying you—?”

“I don’t say anything I don’t mean,” he interrupted.

“Now. Kiss me. Preferably before I croak... in the literal sense.”

Suppressing the heat rushing to your face, you gently leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

Vil returned — golden-haired, poised, a hand already brushing nonexistent dirt from his shoulder.

“Thank the stars. My complexion is intact.“Though I must admit... for a kiss with a frog, it was surprisingly romantic.”

“You planned this, didn’t you?”

“If I did, would you be mad?”

The frog lay sprawled out in your pencil case. You stared at him, unimpressed.

“You’ve been like this for three days and haven’t moved except to complain.”

Leona lifted a webbed foot.

“I’m royalty. I don’t do peasant things like hopping.”

“You’re literally a frog.”

“Tch. And I’d be a prince again by now if you’d just kiss me already.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s the whole ‘true love’s kiss’ cliché. Apparently I’m cursed. Just my luck. I’m not letting just anyone smooch me. So c’mon. Be a sport.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one I’d willingly let get that close. Don’t act surprised.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

“Does this look like a prank? Do you think I like being this size? I’m living in a lunchbox, herbivore.”

Despite everything, he looked ridiculously smug for a frog.

You sighed and leaned down. “If this doesn’t work, I’m feeding you to Grim.”

Leona snorted.

“Just kiss me already.”

You kissed him, and your frog vanished — replaced by a lounging Leona, now human.

He grinned lazily.

“Knew you’d go for it.”

“Don’t flatter yourself—!”

He smirked. “Too late. You already kissed me. That makes you my lover now, right?”

You threw a pillow at him.