#sorry i forget to post here oopsie

[necrobratz]

dont u hate when some 30 smth irish guy kidnaps ur kids

[zaacoy]

traffic light trio posting!! heeheehoo

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Inspired by this tweet!!!: :D!!

[bimbo-baggins17]

KINKTOBER REQUEST!

hear me out:

incest, boot worship, and rape (I forget the numbers oops) with Kurt Matheson.

the idea in my head was that you're his sister or daughter. because of his untreated issues and very sensitive mental state, you visit him often to check on him. you end up staying over one night, nd during that night, it became unsafe to go outside, so you're stuck with him until further notice.

he confides in you about how long it's been since he's had a woman around him, and you get weirded out and ask him to stop, which bums him out.

in the middle of the night, he comes onto you, babbling about how desperate he is and how pretty you are and how much he needs you. ofc, he's a vet and works out, so he's much stronger and can easily overpower you. you wake up out of your sleep screaming and crying, and he ends up raping you.

finally feeling some sort of control, he tells you to worship him - his body, his voice, his very being - and he starts with shoving you down onto your hands and knees, one booted foot heavy on your spine while you're forced to lick at his other boot, cleaning away the dirt and grime.

I KNOW I JUST WROTE THE WHOLE DAMN THING OUT, BUT IF ANYONE CAN WRITE THIS, IT'S YOU!

I’M POSTING THIS ONE EARLY BECAUSE I CANT KEEP IT TO MYSELF ANYMORE

I know I already told you in our messages how much I loved this but OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. YOUR BRAIN IS BEAUTIFUL BNUUY. Hands down my favorite request like EVER. I went with it being his daughter. Definitely more of a fic than a drabble. Oopsies.

TW: DDDNE!!! Rape and incest!!! Don’t like, don’t read.

One of the only times Kurt would make an exception to answering the door is when he knew you were expected. Every other week, like clockwork, you’d come with some groceries and necessities for your mentally unstable father.

“Hurry. Come in, come in.” His voice is gruff as he quickly ushers you in out of the storm before locking the door once you’re barely past the threshold.

You take a moment to look around his dimly lit space, discarded food cans litter the floor. You sigh as you set the bags of groceries down before stooping to try tidy clean some of it up. Kurt turns to come over to you, his eyes drifting to your ass as you do.

“You know, if you kept your space clean, it would probably help you a bit mentally.” You say with your back still to him. Honestly it probably wouldn’t do much to his fragile mental state but you still tried.

“You worry too much.” He says dismissively coming up beside you.

With a sigh, you straighten up and look at him, “Maybe you don’t worry enough.”

He huffs out a laugh, “You sound just like your mother. Trust me. I worry plenty.”

You shake your head but drop it instead, not wanting to argue. It was draining with him and you were always walking on egg shells. You opt for putting away the items you brought. “I’ll get these put away and then I’ll head out. I can’t stay long this time, sorry dad.”

He exhales and rubs a hand over his stubble. “Can’t give your old man a couple more minutes?”

“Sorry, not tonight. But I’ll be back next week with your med refills.”

He waves a hand at that, “Don’t. Theyre useless anyways.”

You stop and look up at him. “Are you implying you aren’t taking them anymore?”

Kurt looks away, shaking his head. “They don’t work anyways.”

“They can’t work if you don’t take them consistently. We’ve been over this.”

“Yeah you really sound like your mother now.”

You give him a look, unamused by him. “I only say that because I care.”

The lights flicker and both of you look over to the window seeing the storm has gotten significantly worse in the short amount time you’ve been here.

Your dad looks back to you again, “I don’t think I’m comfortable with you out in the weather like this.”

And that’s how you get roped into staying the night at your dad’s. You knew he worried. God he worried about everything. What led to your parents’ divorce was that exact reason. His PTSD got worse and worse until he was unable to leave the house for fear of the end of the world.

Both of you sit on the floor with a lantern between the two of you, barely giving off enough light. The sound of the storm outside drowns out the scraping of utensils in the cans you were eating from.

“How’s school been? I feel so out of the loop anymore.” Kurt speaks up, trying to make conversation.

You shrug lazily, “Alright I guess. You’d be in the loop more if you had a cellphone like a normal person.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I’ll ignore that comment,” He mumbles. His eyes move slowly over you again. He’d be lying if he didn’t think you were beautiful, the way your curves filled out more over time, the way your breasts seemed to nearly double in size over the last year. His chewing halts for a second as he feels a familiar twitch in his pants, one he hadn’t felt in so long. “You got a boyfriend?” He questions after a moment.

You stop and look up at him, shaking your head, “No.”

Slowly he nods his head. “You should. You’re beautiful.”

You shift a little where you sit, uncomfortable with the compliment. Sure it was normal for a dad to compliment his daughter but not your dad. “Um. Thanks.”

“I mean it. You’re looking more and more like your mom did in her prime.”

You look up at him again, “Uh..yeah I guess so.”

“Filling out like her too. Getting her curves.” He continues on. He probably should stop but it’s been so long and yeah it’s probably wrong but he’s so starved for pussy, he’ll take whatever he can. It’d be a waste of a perfect opportunity if he didn’t try.

“Dad?” You question with your eyebrows furrow together tightly.

He sighs and hangs his head. “Sorry. It’s just,” Kurt sighs once more and shifts a little closer to you placing a calloused hand on your leg. “It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman and I-“

“Oh my god, dad. Gross! Stop it!” You shove his hand off of you and quickly put some distance back between you too.

Kurt’s hand clenches into a fist as he brings it back to his lap. “Right. Yeah. Sorry.” He tries to suppress the disappointment in his voice.

“I’m going to bed, I just..ugh.” You were unnerved to say the least. You get up off the floor, leaving the half eaten can of food on the ground.

“You-uh..you can take my cot.” He calls after you before he’s mentally beating himself up again. This was going to be a long night.

Kurt tosses and turns for what feels like hours on the floor, his cock so painfully hard. He sits up a little to look at you on his cot. You looked so peaceful while sleeping, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest with each breath. It was pure torture to have a woman so close but not being able to do anything about it. Any rational part of his brain was gone years ago so his conscience wasn’t telling him to stop as he got up off the floor, slowly making his way over to your sleeping form.

He reaches down and brushes some hair off your face, “So beautiful,” He murmurs, letting his hand move off your face, slowly tracing down your neck over the pulse point, then your collarbone before he’s allowing himself to squeeze your supple breast. He bites down on his lip to keep from making any noise noticing you weren’t wearing a bra to sleep. His cock throbs.

Kurt palms himself to try and cause any kind of relief this way as he continues to knead your breast, feeling the pebbled nipple poking his palm. He lets out a shuddered exhale. His eyes trail down further seeing the hem of your shirt bunched up a little. A peek wouldn’t hurt right? Not like you’d know. Slowly he inches the shirt up until he’s able to see at least one of your breasts. Leaning down slowly, he presses an open mouthed kiss to it.

You stir a little in your sleep but don’t wake up. He freezes for a second to make sure you stay asleep before he envelopes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

“Fuck,” He murmurs, releasing it. Making a bolder choice, he lets his hand continue its decent to the waistband of your pants before he’s slipping it in, finding your cunt with his fingers. He draws in a shaky breath feeling how you were wet. “What’re you dreaming about babygirl?” He whispers into the dark.

Against anyone else’s better judgment, he eases your pants and panties down, revealing your core to him. He hesitates for a second looking at it, imagining how tight it would feel wrapped around his shaft.

“I’m so sorry baby. Just been so long..and..and it hurts. You know I love you. You’re my beautiful little girl. I know you’d forgive your dear old dad for this.” He rambles quietly before he’s easing onto the bed between your legs as he bends them. Quickly he fishes his leaking cock out, running it through your folds.

Time isn’t a luxury he has right now. As much as he’d love to savor this, he can’t so he pushes into you, keeping his eyes on your face to make sure you aren’t waking up. Slowly he starts to rock into you, biting back moans that threaten to spill out.

“Oh sweet girl..so good to me.” He pants out, rocking his hips into you faster as he chases his much needed release. The caution he had at first is quickly abandoned as his thrusts grow harsher.

You’re stirred from your slumber feeling something that you most definitely shouldn’t be. Hazily you try to make sense of what’s going on as you come to your senses. Quickly you put together that your father is on top of you fucking into you. “Wha-? S-stop! Stop!”

Kurt’s eyes fly open and land on your face seeing you’re now awake. “Shh..it’s okay baby. I know. I know. Just couldn’t help myself-“

You claw at him to try and get him off, shoving at him but he doesn’t budge. “Dad! Please stop!!” You cry.

“No. No. Just-..nghh..be good for your dad.” He grits out.

You continue to squirm and try to fight which only serves to irritate him. He can’t have that. The years of working out and military training served well and he’s able to easily over power you, pinning you down tightly against the cot. “I said, be good.” He continue to pound into your poor pussy, taking what he wants and not caring about your protests.

“Stop! Please!” You keep repeating the words through far tears that roll down your cheeks.

“Don’t cry baby. You’re helping out your dad.” It’s his attempt to console you. As if reminding you it was your father who was fucking you would somehow make it better.

Your protests soon die off, continuing to cry and sniffle under him.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He coos before he’s cumming into you. He leans down to press a wet kiss to your chest. “Now tell daddy thank you.”

Quickly you shake your head. The worst was over, so you assumed. You’d leave after he got off of you. “What? No. You’re sick. Sicker than I thought.” You sniffle.

Kurt leans back, a scowl on his face. “Ungrateful brat.” He spits the words out.

Your eyes widen. You’d upset him, that much was clear. You shake your head again, taking back what you said for the sake of not having him rape you again. “No. No wait. I’m sorry..I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh yeah? You’re sorry, hm?”

You nod your head. “Yeah. Yes, yes I’m sorry dad.” It made you sick to call him that now.

“Show me then. Worship me.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “W-what?”

“I said, worship me. Make your dad happy.”

You don’t even know where to begin, how to lie that well. Kurt is unhappy with how long you take. Slipping out of you, he quickly yanks you up and shoves you onto your stomach on the floor before you can process what’s happening, his one booted foot shoved directly into the center of your back while the other one rested by your head on the floor.

“Lick it.” He instructs.

“What? Lick what?”

He huffs in frustration, “My boot. Lick it. Show your dad how much you love him.”

You start to protest despite your compromised position, but Kurt presses his boot more firmly into your back. “Lick. It.”

You shakily raise your head and stick your tongue out, giving a little kitten lick to the toe of it.

“More.” He encourages, adding more pressure. “Clean it with your damn tongue.”

You sniffle but oblige him, knowing you weren’t getting out of this without doing so. You run your tongue along the toe of his boot, moving to the front of it, dipping down to the sole of it.

“There we go. Much better.” He praises, “Now tell me you love me.”

You suck in a shaky breath, “I-love you dad.”

He hums happily, “Good. Now my voice.”

“I..love your voice.” You sniffle.

He releases a little of the pressure on your back, “My body.”

You fight the urge to recoil at the words he wants you to speak, “I-…I love your body.” You want to puke.

“Mm. There we go. You made your dad so happy, little girl.” He praises softly, “That wasn’t so bad, yeah?”

You shake your head for the sake of appeasing him, “N-no..it wasn’t.”

“Good,” He takes his boot off of your back but then places it down infront of your face. “Now lick this one.”

[dear-ao3]

Re your RB cursed second seat post, just wanted to add a few things and make a couple of corrections because this stuff really does add to the uh... flavour

First, while I know it's not entirely relevant, the whole Racing Point driver swap was SO MUCH more dramatic because Lance Stroll and Esteban Ocon are like. Besties. Like BFF friends forever since childhood. Poor son of mechanic and rolling in cash son of billionaire true friendship story. Esteban was fired in favour of his best friend, by his BEST FRIEND'S DAD. PEAK drama. They're still besties, bee tee dubs, because Esteban only makes enemies with his teammates.

F1 Invisible Moustache Twirling Supervillain Christian Horner also has a history of 'we're fully supportive [x driver] to be the best they can be and have no intention of changing our driver line up' and then oops, sorry. We lied. Like... five minutes later. Happened to Gasly, happened to Albon, and the former is currently where we're at with Checo. Christian has admitted that they were too hasty with Albon but oh dear how sad too bad boy's thriving now oopsie doopsie.

Also not forgetting that while Daniel was twiddling his thumbs waiting for his metacarpal to heal, Liam Lawson, the AT and RB reserve, got the highest placing position for the Alpha Tauri team this season (up until Mexico, anyway) while driving in Daniel's seat, and also threw himself into the RB second driver conversation.

And a couple of minor corrections:

DR didn't just leave RB because of the unreliability, it was more about being pushed aside for Golden Child Max Verstappen (affectionate, maybe slightly derogatory), which of course he knows all about because DR did the same thing to Vettel back in 2014. Who also had experience in that field because you could argue the cursed seat actually started with Mark Webber vs Seb Vettel back in like... 2010

Honda has been in F1 before. They sold to Brawn GP for the princely sum of one euro symbolic cash when they were going under, because Ross Brawn knew they'd built a MEGA car and couldn't bear to see them not run it for the 2009 season. Brawn GP won that year, it was Jenson Button's one and only championship win.

F1 drivers can't really go back to F2. If you've won it before, you can't compete again, but it's a feeder series so there's no way some ex-f1 driver is ever gonna be in F2 (or any of the lower formulas) because it's specifically for young talent. IDK maybe you meant Formula E? They also often go to WEC or IndyCar. Even rallying.

RB didn't give Checo another car at Suzuka he went out in the same car after they fixed it up enough for it to drive around one lap. Worth noting he was like 32 laps behind by this point (IDR the exact number but it was LORGE). spare cars haven't been a thing in F1 since 2008

Finally, the Fernando and Charles rumours are so fucking funny ain't no way either of them are gonna go to RB only to be a second to Max. I can see Carlos doing it though, trying for the grand return a-la DR. He's just Like ThatTM (affectionate, again also slightly derogatory). They've also been hardcore courting Lando Norris, who's way too smart and aware of his mental health to put himself into that depression spiral.

ANYWAY this isn't intended to be a big GOTCHA i just wanted to, as I said, add some extra flavour because F1 is so much more insane than anyone who doesn't follow it can POSSIBLY comprehend. Thanks for the post, I love seeing people explain the bonkers bullshittery.

yes yes thank you for pointing out all my mistakes and all that i j ew i was going to be getting Peer Reviewed (again, tumblr deleted my damn post so the first version was more accurate but i was pissed and i was also 1am so…) but yes. i am also new here in terms of the f1 drama. but yes it’s totally positively bonkers do you guys See now why fandom people are attracted to it???

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Drama CD - Hijikata Biyori Track 33 Eng translation

This is obviously a bit late if you go off EST, but guess who passed out at around 11 and left this half-finished (rhetorical)? 😅 Oopsies.

Anyway, this post is meant to make up for last Thursday!

Enjoy!

Hakuoki Hijikata Biyori Track 33: Moon Viewing Sake

Translation by KumoriYami

Nagakura: Oh, what a beautiful moon. It's perfect for sake. Heyo/Just a bit. Ah, this is nice. Got a special seat. Sano, I'm sorry but I'm going to have some of your sake. Aahh~ this tastes great. (Sneezes.) It's a bit cold.

Hijikata: You're drinking in a place like this?

Nagakura: Ah, Hijikata-san, this is…

Hijikata: I don't intend to rebuke you right now. Besides, there's a beautiful moon tonight.

Nagakura: Ah.

Hijikata: Okay, I'll have some too.

Nagakura: Hijikata-san?

Hijikata: What, I can't? It's fine once in a while, isn't it? Drinking sake like this is nice too.

Nagakura: Yeah. It's really not bad.

Saito: Vice-Commnder.

Hijikata: Ooh, it's Saito. Saito: Could it be.... that you're drinking sake right now?

Hijikata: Well, this is... the moon's not bad...

Saito: The moon?

Nagakura: It's nice, isn't it, to hvae a cup full of sake. It's a beautiful moon. Saito should also have some.

Saito: Ah... drinking with the moon/the moon and sake... It's very refined.

Nagakura: Huh? Haha, I guess. (Sneezes)

Hijikata: Are you alright?

Nagakura: Ah, I'm fine.

Saito: It's a bit cold here. I'll go get a shikimono [mat].

Nagakura: No, it's fine. Drinking sake will warm me up... (Sneezes) Hijikata: Hey, are you really okay? Did you catch cold?

Nagakura: Nono, how could such a thing happen to the body that I train so hard every day! Let's just drink.

Saito: Don't push yourself. As a member of the Shinsengumi, it is unacceptable to be unable to manage your own physical condition.

Nagakura: I know. But I'm seriously okay.

Hijiktaa: Shinpcahi! Don't be so stubborn.

Nagakura: Hey hey, what are you two doing? You've got such scary expressions. We won't have many opportunities to drink like this again, so please be lenient with me today.

Hijikata: Ah, yeah, that's right. Sorry. I don't think there will be an opportunity like this again.

Saito: Vice-Commander...

Hijikata: Give me a minute. I'll bring out some special sake.

Saito: My apologies for disturbing the atmosphere.

Nagakura: Huh? It's fine. Let's just have fun drinking.

Saito: Ah, that's right, this is for you.

Nagakura: Huh?

Saito: It's Ishida Sanyaku. It should help your body recover.

Nagakura: Ah... that's right. They say that Ishida Sanyaku goes well with drinking sake.

Saito: No, that's with hot sake.

Nagakura: It's all sake, what's the difference.

Hijikata: Sorry to keep you waiting. Although this was a gift, don't hold back and drink it.

Nagakura: Yosh! I've been waiting for this!

Hijikta: What's up? You seem very energetic now.

Nagakura: Ah, that's because that panacea worked.

Saito: No, it's impossible to have worked. You can't get the right results with the wrong perscription.

Hijikta: Oh, what are you talking about?

Nagakura: Oh, just forget it. C'mon, let's drink. If we sit around doing nothing, it'll be dawn in the blink of an eye.

---end---

[levi-ackermvn]

Hi! I was scrolling through the Levi tag and came across your account. I was just wondering if your Levi and Salone (hope I spelled that right) is a story that I can read or if it's still in the works? Or is it just like, a personal oc thing? ❤️

hi hello !! i'm so sorry for responding to this so late ( i forget i have an account on here sometimes oopsie )

but thank you so much for asking !! as of right now, i am still working on the drafting process of sloane and levi's fic to ensure i have all of my details in order for each chapter before i start officially writing, then eventually posting. once it is finally ready to be published, i will have a post pinned on where you can read ( most likely on ao3 and possibly wattpad ) and have it linked in my linktree in my bio as well <3

[martyrbat]

I love your Blog and Posts dearly but please get a second Account for your Hockey Reblogs, I constantly get stuff abt Pens lb on my For you bc I follow you, I'm not even Interested in Hockey.

sorry you're getting unwanted posts and thanks for the kinda compliment but like.... lol me annoying people is part of my blog... usually i spam on hockey nights but otherwise its maybe a few posts in normal hours so i dont really think i post too much on it considering my blog's nature. but theres a few ways to avoid it more:

block tags and words. it'll keep those less likely from showing up in your explore or 'for you' tab. on browser with xkit i think it wont even show you my posts with it.

not liking any of my hockey posts will also make it less likely for other posts to be recommended. if a post shows up hit not interested and it'll eventually stop or wean out

i have a panel, edit, and original text post tag if you're here just for that. sometimes i forget to include everything in them and my more shitposts arent in it because oopsie but you can follow those separately and not my entire account. if youre here because my IDs (since i know i do those for a lot of different things), if it'll make you feel better i can make a tag to just throw those all in when i rememebr. but otherwise you too can experience penguins hockey (misery)

[musette22]

LMAO yes this is SO stucky jsjdsjd but can we imagine this as like shrunkyclunks where steve's drunk on mead and bucky is this fresh-out-of college twink who works at this coffee shop and steve has been crushing on him for a while???

and like later on, steve gets up and he's like "aight how 'bout... we donkey kick it 'gether?" bucky shrugs bc he just wanna gets inside the safety of his home you know? so they do it and end up destroying his door and steve's all "oopsie daisy ihihi"

and bucky? bucky can't. can't be mad at him. because he's so handsome and fucking cute while being drunk so he's like "well. you seem like a brickhouse... you can play my door while i sleep, come inside"

needless to say, they wake up all being octopused on bucky's teeny tiny bad sjdjsjsks (sorry i just couldn't help myself 😭)

ARGH ELIF, oh my god, that is so precious 💞💞 I'll admit that the I thought of Shrinkyclinks first because the line “wow. more torque…. than i expected. you’ve got a surprising, uh. torque to size ratio” initially made me think of preserum Steve (you know he'd have a surprising torque to size ratio lmaooo).

But the “this is fun. being locked out together. we should hang out more” line definitely sounds like post-serum Steve drunk on mead and just generally being a bit of a disaster trying to talk to the pretty guy he's been crushing on for ages 😂 So I am definitely here for your Shrunkyclunks headcanon!!!

Oh my god, the idea of drunk Steve forgetting to keep his strength in check and just decimating that door with one kick and then being all bashful and giggly about it is literally the cutest thing I've read in a while 😂 You know Bucky would be a bit like '...what the fuck' but at the same time also like 'I am looking... respectfully' 👀👀 They definitely wake up all tangled together on Bucky's single mattress and of course Steve, once he's slept off his buzz, is mortified by how he behaved last night. Bucky tells him it's fine, but that if Steve wants, Bucky can think of a few ways how Steve can make it up to him... 👀 (by which I mean getting him a coffee and some bagels, of course) (the other ways can wait until after breakfast)

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Okay I'm finally gonna make a regular pinned post instead of that ✨old ass✨ Ambrose one

(this is really just for my own benefit and for new followers/lurkers more than anything else but it's super neat if you read it also. ill give you 7 dollars if you do)

*throws introduction and facts about me on the table:

i'm usually called Sillo but i'm cool with any names anyone wants to give me. bitch, enemy of the state, Dick Van Dyke.

pronouns are largely she/her/hers but im trying out other pronouns like a new pair of pants. i also identify as GNC so you'll hear me refer to myself with masculine terms from time to time but i still want to be a girly girl. if that makes sense. im also cool with they/them/theirs also!!

im currently 23 years old but my dream is to one day live into the hundreds so i can be a knife wielding disillusioned bitter old lady

im poc 💖 this doesn't affect anything but i just thought id mention that

if i ever misunderstand your words or accidentally say something insensitive, offensive, or upsetting, i super duper apologize deeply, i'm autistic so i unfortunately have a hard time reading social cues, understanding people properly, or taking others' emotions into account. please please please lmk if this ever happens so that i can correct myself and do better in the future 💖

i mostly post analysis posts on wizard101 lore and its characters but take this with a grain of salt because my knowledge of the game is very limited, i forget most of what i experience and i havent played the game in maaaybe 8 years? so my observations and opinions are very outdated sorry. oopsies

i have a sideblog at @/anxiously-sideblogging if anyone wants to lurk or follow me there for non-wizard stuff. it's just my hyperfixations on kid cartoons and kid games and i just made it like 2 weeks ago so its pretty empty and cringe

This blog is 18+! i don't post super explicit things very often (I will tag these posts when I do) but overall this isn't really a kiddie friendly space

i am a hypocrite. i may like things for the same reason i may dislike things. sorry im just a lil bit messed up like that 💖

FUCK TERFS and racists and all the -phobes actually. not that the wizard101 fandom has any of these but i wanna say this just in case i get any nasties on here. get out of here 💖💖💖

If you read all that congratulations and thanks that's super cool of you! welcome to my disorganized mentally ill hell 🥰

[fagbearentertainment]

Turns out I misread earlier and Evan is 5 in this not 10 O_o

That’s a my bad, sorry

Him being 5 and having Cerebral Palsy doesn’t make calling him the “smallest baby ever” and “an infant who doesn’t know better” any less bad tho, especially since he is shown to understand what his dad did to Cassidy and that he’s done many bad “oopsies” (ie murdering a bunch of other kids)

I’ll go more in depth in the post about Evan but I believe he has Ataxic Cerebral Palsy and the creator just misspelled it in the comic which affects balance, coordination, and things like writing and anything that requires using hands or quick movements. Just writing it here so I don’t forget

[r0ttenhearts]

Hey girl! (I’m sorry if these aren’t your pronouns I wasn’t able to find them on your page. :( )

I just finished reading your Scara short ‘Last Night together’ and saw the note saying it was from a real life experience. And I just wanted to give you a little advice and confidence.

But you can totally disregard this post if you find it rude or anything I just wanted to give you advice.

Ok here I go.

Forget him. He’s coming to your house talking shit about you and your friend presumably. Which isn’t cool and is fucking wrong.

You aren’t in the wrong I hope you know. From the way you typed it he sounded toxic and wanted attention. When he was done he thought you were something to disregard and step on. Girl never hold yourself to that level your most definitely a amazing person babes.

Bringing that toxic mess into your house, insulting you, degrading you. Tell him to suck your dick babe. He’s talking all of this but if he didn’t want to be there in the first place he didn’t have to come. If he didn’t like you and wanted to leave? The door is right there!

I Hope your ok, and this message reaches you in a better mental state since that post was June 4.. Oopsie 💃🏻

But fr, don’t let people disrespect you because honestly if there doing that. There most definitely miserable people. And misery likes company. Seeing you down and depressed will make them feeling better about themselves. They don’t deserve a fraction of that.

They can kiss your ass and leave!

Alright I’m done sorry for this rant. If you find it rude please delete it. And I’m sorry you went through that. Cut miserable people off! 💖🦅

Ok bye bye.

i really did need to hear this. i wrote that fic based off of what he told me word for word just bc i couldn’t get it out of my head that night. that was the last time we talked, we’ve been apart since then. after 3 years of being friends it was time. arguments i’ve had with him are most of the ideas behind my scara fics. the bad that he’s done to me has to be for something so i write about it. i feel better now that we’re apart though. it’s hard losing someone but that toxicity eats you up inside. thank you for this lovely ask! i’ll probably write more about the numerous outbursts he’s had so i hope you guys can at least enjoy that lol

[leclerced]

I found the bracelet! I’m so relieved I didnt actually loose it just put it in a different drawer😮‍💨

Also I’ve listened to news from F1. I swear if they put Ric in Red Bull imma combust on the place. This guy needs to retire sorry not sorry. Give Liam a seat or I’ll fucking show up on your doorstep red bull. Newey’s possible contract talks with Ferrari are in kind of a dead end. The wind whispers he considers McLaren or Aaston. Rolex’ contract comes to an end. It was for 50 million. Now the company that owns the big things like LV and this shit I believe will be the sponsor. I mean in Poland we have a saying “z deszczu pod rynnę” and…yeah… Toyota wants some kind of deal with Haas but rather small one (the wind/aerodynamic tunnel? Is that what it’s called?). Possibly Ocon to Haas. What’s Ollie done in his short 19 years of life to deserve this? Hopes and prayers if it’s true

im so glad you found it !! i knew it would turn up. this post takes up my whole screen on my pc so im adding a read more for everyone's sake.

i think they should knock out two birds with one stone and retire checo and daniel, then put yuki in the rb because he's been in the vcarb since 2021, and put liam and a new driver in the vcarb seats. and if yuki doesn't do well in the rb, they can swap him and liam around so yuki can mentor the new rookie on the vcarb team or somethinggg idk.

i saw that ferrari apparently doesn't want to pay newey as much as he wants (they spent all their money on lewis?) but mclaren and aston will, so we will see how that turns out. i personally think it'd be fun to have lewis in a car designed by newey, so i still would like to see him go to ferrari but it doesn't look like it'll happen.

the lvmh group or whateverrr owns tag heuer, who currently sponsors redbull and used to be their official time keeper and had their engine branded with tag heuer until their partnership with toyota began! so likely, tag heuer will be the new time keepers instead of rolex. wonder what will happen with the redbull sponsorship, are they going to keep supporting the bulls or will they solely be sponsoring f1 as a whole?? i looked up that saying and it seems we have it here too! out of the frying pan and into the fire. it's a good one and very fitting for a lot of things currently

the article i skimmed earlier was talking about haas using toyota's technical facility in germany because they have better/more specialized equipment including two wind tunnels, (it mentioned other things too that i don't recall) and more employees, so it would all around be better for the research and development of future cars!

im so confused about ocon at haas tbh i don't know what to think about that. i genuinely forget he exists sometimes. oopsies. im rooting for ollie, i hope he does well when he gets a seat. i'd hate to see another rookie be bumped up too early ):

[glitches-and-techs]

Intro post!! ˙⋆✮

Hi!! So I recently decided to rewatch Glitch Techs after not watching it in full since 2020,,,, and then it stole ALL of my brainspace for the last four months. oopsies.

So like a totally normal person I'm making a sideblog for this show! Expect a lot of Miko and Five (platonic or romantic!) <3 they make me extremely emo!!! If i think abt them for too long I'll start crying hahah a h a

I'm also writing a longfic for the series! Here's the link to it here! (adding link to it once i make an intro post for it ^^; ) Huge thanks to pointlessjey for making the art for the cover :DDD The link i track for this au series is #miko forget me not au LAST THING!! I made playlists :3 one for just Miko and Five here and one for my au here! I just love music so much haha

ANYWAYS go watch glitch techs it's one of the best shows ever <333 (Also hi Nickelodeon and Netflix I am in your walls :) if you don't renew the show rn say goodbye to your kneecaps :) sleep with one eye open tonight :) /j )

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★ I headcanon Miko and Five in a QPR personally :D I personally love the idea of them being in a poly relationship with Zahra as well where it's romantic for Five and Zahra and platonic between Miko and them ^^ (it's complicated i know sdghfsdjd) And also MAYBE Mitch is in their polycule too,,, MAYHAPS,,,,, I’m THINKING abt it 👀👀👀👀 (the dynamic would be SO good,,,) ★ I LOVE the bond between Ridley, Miko, and Five!!! I love how they all care abt each other despite Ridley's different perspective and goals!! They make me emo your honor ★ I found out abt this show bc an anon who said that Miko and Five reminded them of Star and Marco from svtfoe so HUGE shoutout to that anon from 2020 <3 love u wherever u are bestie <3 singlehandedly cause me to watch the show LOL ★ I wrote really old fanfics for glitch techs back when only the 1st half of the season was out! They're SO bad but I'm proud to have written stuff for the show back then :D ★ I relate to Miko a LOT she's literally just like me frrr I really love her as a character and as ADHD rep!!! <3 ★ my blog theme is a MESS rn so sorry :') bare with me while i fix it up haha ★ feel free to ask me to tag anything or edit a post and etc if needed! I have really bad memory so if you need me to add or change anything just lmk!

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[superblycaffeinated]

Ahhh just post them! i need to read ur new fics hahahaha <3

As my dear Lizzie would say...

Oopsie Daisy!

Sorry I dropped away again guys!

Gallagher Girls is my safe place and my oasis and my all things I love about reading and writing wrapped up in a series and fandom. And I was dealing with not fun stuff in my other Fandom and also so much personal stuff (I’ve been traveling a lot and my career has changed drastically in the last year - I'm writing whole ass movies and trying to submit them to anyone who will read and give feedback and it's just...a lot), and I just end up always letting GG fall away as a priority.

And I think it's because I know it's always there for me when I need it, but I forget that if I'm not writing for it and engaging, all that love and spark and passion goes away too - and so I'm trying to be better about that 🩵

I'm *finally* posting that Zammie smut tomorrow. I'll try to post a few blurbs too.

Thanks for being here 🥰

[cemiestrellaffxiv]

This is the FFXIV Blog for @ac122400's Warrior of Light, Cemi Estrella!

Born in Eorzea, she was a small child when she was taken to an orphanage after being rescued by an Ishgardian Astrologian. She then started her journey in Gridania as an archer, seeking to become an Astrologian.. however, she did get extremely attached to the bard lifestyle! Now she switches between the two often.

read below for more info (PLEASE)

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Cemi has a lot of growing up in her story as the wol! Here's all her designs for each expansion/story driven moments!

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Blog created by @ac122400, Cemi Estrella is my WOL!

MINORS GO HOME, I am an adult, and will post adult themes, so please click off!!!

I'll try not to spoil too much and tag properly, but sorry if I forget!! oopsies

[danielfuckingricciardo]

Rise Like A Phoenix - Chapter One

Pairing - Jenson Button x Reader + Charles Leclerc x Reader + Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Word Count - 1305

Content Warning - Violence, swearing, sexual references, torture mention

Synopsis - When a German agent goes missing investigating a diplomat’s disappearance, you are asked to take the case as your old adversary is revealed to be the one to blame. However, you soon find out that you will not be working alone, and will have to complete your mission with the help of agent Charles Leclerc.

Author’s Note - So sorry this is kinda late!! I wanted to post it around five U.K. time but I ended up going out for dinner after getting a tattoo with my friend… oopsies? I might schedule the rest of the fic just in case I’m busy and forget to post, which is very likely to happen as anyone who knows me would be able to tell you. Anyway, here’s chapter one, aka the call to adventure as Joseph Campbell would call it! Enjoy!!

Chapter One - By Any Means Necessary

You were never called to Jenson’s office unless you had done something bad, or someone else had done something even worse. Considering you hadn’t committed any acts which, if you were a normal person, would certainly have landed you in jail, you assumed there was some serious shit about to go down.

You, of course, were far from a normal person. For the past two years you had been a field agent working at MI6, the United Kingdom’s secret service agency, your identity hidden from public knowledge, and a license to kill bestowed upon you in the name of homeland security. You were a spy, and a damn good one too.

Intelligence agencies from across the world had already staked their interest in your career, offering you better jobs prospects and perks, and salaries that had so many zeroes in them your jaw dropped at the sight of them. But every offer you received, Jenson always made sure to match. You were his best, his most reliable, even if sometimes you were rather unconventional in your methods and went against orders, he had made it very clear that he would do anything to keep you under his employment.

As you walk through the corridors of the MI6 building towards the ornate mahogany doors of Jenson’s office, your heels clicking and announcing your presence growing ever closer with each step, you wonder just what he wants you to do this time. Would it be an underground terror threat? A high-class drug trafficking ring? A kidnapping? Or maybe some technological hacking nonsense you couldn’t quite understand? The possibilities racing through your mind excited you greatly. The danger of it all, always having to think ahead, use your skills and brilliant mind to take down the enemy: that was your favourite part of the job. You were a spy, and you fucking loved it.

You make eye contact with Jenson’s secretary, a blonde woman who was intently rubbing some expensive looking hand cream into her skin. She offers you a smile and a nod, prompting you to enter the office. She knew, of course, that he had summoned you, and the fact that he was not engaged in some meeting that had overran or some angry sounding phone call meant that it must be serious. Someone, perhaps everyone, was in danger.

Knocking on the door, as always, before entering had become your way of signalling to your boss that it was in fact you who had arrived. Many of your colleagues tended to burst right in. Something that you had discovered to your annoyance and shame when agent Hamilton had stormed in on you while positioned between your boss’ legs beneath his desk. You had spent an hour hidden beneath his cramped desk waiting for Lewis to finally finish his rant and storm out again. After that, you had promised to only take part in such activities with your boss out of working hours, or, when the two of you were feeling particularly desperate, to always check that the door was locked first.

Meetings of that nature were always planned covertly via text. You had a few code words you’d send to one another to organise hook ups so no-one would become suspicious. That’s how you knew that this meeting was specifically work related and not some midday booty call, though you were secretly hoping thats how this meeting would end. If you were going away for a while on a mission, getting fucked on your boss’ desk would certainly be the best kind of send off.

“Enter” You hear from behind the door, and you push down the lever, revealing your boss sat at his desk, a disgruntled look on his face, a man you had never seen before stood opposite him.

“This is agent (y/l/n), she’s my finest agent, and she’ll be working the case.” Jenson says as you approach his desk, taking a quick glance at the man who stood beside you.

His brow was furrowed, a look of distress and anguish in his eyes which seemed old beyond his years. He’d clearly seen some shit in his time for a man who appeared only to be in his mid thirties.

“Ah, i’m familiar with miss (y/l/n), I’ve followed her career quite closely, and I was keen to have her come work for us, but you were obviously very keen for her to remain here.” He says, glancing over at Jenson whose face was struggling to remain expressionless.

The man extends his hand to you and you shake it firmly, nodding your head to him and offering him a small smile.

“I’m Sebastian Vettel, head of the BND in Germany. We’ve corresponded in the past but never met in person before. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Likewise, It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” You say, smiling warmly at him, “I wish it could be under better circumstances, judging by the occasion of our meeting I can assume something is very much wrong.”

“You are sadly, correct, (y/n). Yesterday evening, an agent of the BND went missing. He had been investigating the disappearance of a German government official when his disappeared. No phone signal, no contact, even his tracking chip that was implanted in his neck went dead.” Jenson says, and your eyebrows furrow.

“Tracking chips? We should do that, sounds like a good idea, but back to the point, why have you come to me to find him? Isn’t this a case that the BND should be dealing with?” You ask.

“Well, we thought the same, until we saw this. The last thing the agent did before he went missing was to record a video. Their tech guys were able to salvage a short portion of the footage from the cloud, it was only two seconds long, but they made a positive identification match on one of the men in it and sent it straight to us. It’s him.” Jenson says, and your blood runs cold.

You clench your fists beside you as you attempt to control you breathing. After all this time, two years of being missing and presumed dead, he shows up once again to make your life hell. The man you had spent your life trying to escape, the man who had haunted your dreams every night since you had broken free, the man who had tortured and beaten you to the brink of death. He was back. Edmund Fortescue was back and he would never leave you alone.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay?” Jenson asks, and you nod firmly, unable to speak as you may simply burst into tears.

“I’m aware of your history with Fortescue, you know him better than anyone out there, and I truly believe you will be the one to take him down for good this time. We’re depending on you, (y/n), to bring back my agent and the politician he kidnapped, by any means necessary.” Sebastian says.

“I can get him. But I can’t promise you I’ll be able to take him alive. If I see him, it‘ll take every ounce of my self control to not shoot him dead that very moment.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Men like Fortescue don’t deserve your mercy, that bastard’s escaped capture more times than I can count. Do what you have to do.” Jenson says, and you nod to him.

“Call George, let’s get started. The sooner I can kill that fucker, the sooner your agent can sleep safely in his bed.” You say, and Jenson stands from his desk, giving you a reassuring nod and a smile.

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