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r3starttt · 9 months ago

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VELVET RING

PAIRING: abby anderson x reader

CW: fluff. brief-non detailed mention of overwhelming thoughts such as stress, pressure, and insecurities.

SUMMARY: sweet kisses and plump lips that make your worries go away.

The front door creaked open, and Abby stepped inside, the familiar scent of home mingling with the faint hint of sweat from her workout. She toed off her sneakers and glanced around, her eyes softening as they landed on you.

You were curled up on the couch, looking a bit worn out and overwhelmed. The TV droned softly in the background, its low volume barely masking the silence that filled the house during Abby’s absence. The weight of the day pressed down on you, your shoulders slumped and your eyes heavy with fatigue. Everything seemed to be too much—yourself, life, stress, the constant push to achieve and be productive, never allowing a moment to simply rest. You had been too exhausted to muster the energy for anything else.

Your gaze wandered until it settled on her. Blonde, sweat-dampened locks of hair framed her face, stray strands clinging to her forehead. The usual perfect braid was replaced by an explosion of messy baby hairs and loose strands. Her white tank top revealed a sports bra beneath, matching her black workout pants. As she walked, her white socks made the floor beneath her creak with each step.

Even in your vulnerable state, the sight of her stirred a desire to be near her, to feel her presence. Abby sat on the edge of the couch, gently moving your legs to make space. The pads of her fingers caressed the bare flesh of your ankles, sliding down to massage your feet.

“How was the gym?” you asked, clinging to the routine of hearing about her progress.

"Good," she replied with a nod, hesitating slightly as her grip on your flesh tightened momentarily before relaxing. "There was this guy—so loud, as if that helps him lift more."

You chuckled softly. "Groaning and everything?"

"Groaning and everything," she confirmed with a roll of her eyes and a small laugh.

Your eyes roamed over her face, taking in every detail. She turned her attention to your feet, focused on the massage. "You good?" she asked hesitantly, making your heart warm.

Her question held layers of love and care, and you felt a rush of emotion. You didn’t know what to say. Claiming you were fine felt like a lie, and you knew she wanted to understand the reason behind your exhaustion. Yet, if you admitted you weren’t okay, she’d want to talk about it, and you weren’t sure you could handle that. Lost in your inner debate, you didn't notice her standing until she was right in front of you.

Abby’s hands were gentle as she helped you up, guiding you with care. You furrowed your brow, confused about what you had missed while lost in thought.

“Gonna shower, come on,” she said softly.

She started the water, adjusting it to the perfect temperature, then turned her attention back to you, her eyes filled with tender concern. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” she murmured, gently removing your shirt and sliding it off your shoulders. She undressed you with care, her touch both soothing and intimate. Once you were undressed, she quickly shed her own workout gear and stepped into the shower, pulling you in with her.

The warm water cascaded over both of you, washing away the tension. Abby’s hands moved with practiced ease, massaging the knots from your shoulders and back. Her touch was firm yet gentle, each movement radiating her love and care. You leaned into her, feeling the warmth of her body against yours, the water cascading all over you.

Her hands reached for the shampoo, lathering it in her fingers before gently massaging it into your hair, the callouses on her pads working through the strands with meticulous care.

As the water rinsed away the soap, Abby’s hands never left you, her presence a constant source of comfort. When she finished washing your hair, she turned to tend to her own, and you helped her, your fingers undoing her braid and applying shampoo to her scalp. The warm water enveloped you both in a cocoon of comfort. You moved aside so she could rinse the soap from her hair, her arms encircling you protectively.

You sighed, feeling the tension melt away as you rested against her. The warm water, combined with Abby’s comforting presence, created a haven of peace and tranquility. She pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, her lips lingering as if to imprint her love into your skin.

“I’m here for you,” she whispered, her breath warm against your ear. “Whatever you need, I’m here.”

You closed your eyes, letting the sound of her voice and the steady beat of her heart soothe your frayed nerves. The world outside faded away. In that moment, you felt utterly cherished and safe, knowing that with Abby by your side, everything would be okay. The worries and exhaustion of the day dissolved, replaced by a profound sense of peace and love.

You turned slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her jawline. “I know," you whispered, her arms tightening around you. “Always, babe. I’ll always take care of you.”

#( 𓍼𓈀A𝕽𝐂𝐇𝖎V𝕰 ⨟ 𓍯 abby )#( 𝕽EQ'S﹕⠀ ❪ Abby ❫#this was so cute SO CUTEEEEEE #abby x you #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby x y/n #abby x reader fluff #abby fluff #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson x you

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mickyschumacher · 2 years ago

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NGL I LOVE UR WORK... ive been hopping thru ur m.list since the last hour.... its currently 1 am and i have an essay to finish before 8 am(im sure my prof will give me more time ik dey love me) anywasy i was wondering if u could do an enemies to lovers with Lewis((like really hated eachother)the reader could be a driver its oky don mind what she does) and then they were arguing abt sumting lewis says something thats completely out of the line and she starts crying in front him then he just kinda leaves her be, a few days later he would go on then apologize to her abt wat he said and then more fluff. (just ignore this if ur not into it or not takin a request at the moment. but im actually just hapi i kind of got the courage to ask u for a request also ur stories are soooo good i admire and envy u at the same time.)

[RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: as lewis's former teammate, there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. but a bad move from lewis puts him completely out of line.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: enemies to lovers trope!, poor humour, some fluff, in depth moment of an alternated 2021 wdc (apologies in advance), therefore ANGST, bad race jargon, horner and masi discussed :(, mention of intermittent explosive disorder, misogyny, allusion to racism (not from the reader ofc!), shitting on the fia for a bit, lewis kinda being a dick for probably an unfair reason lol, a proclamation of feelings from sir lewis himself

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lewis hamilton x red bull!driver!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: you're too sweet to me! 🤧 i couldn't tell if you wanted this to be romantic but i went that way in the end! hope this was good! ♡︎ very very loosely based of swift's 'right where you left me'. but if you argued it wasn't, i would be inclined to agree. proof-read...ish?

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

No one ever truly understood your move to Red Bull. It was in 2019, far from when Max was practically living on pole, so Red Bull wasn't exactly a threat to Mercedes, your previous team. Toto had even put a three-year extension on the table several months before your contract came close to expiring.

Yet you had chosen to sign with the devil.

When the commentators, journalists, and fans took a closer look at your decision, the only thing they could all collectively agree on was that you had moved to Red Bull because of Lewis Hamilton. Because you both couldn't keep your differences aside and Lewis had finally struck your last nerve.

While you weren't quite sure about the last part, the first was true. You had Lewis had never ever exactly met eye-to-eye. Every F1 driver had a specific style of driving. You liked to call Lewis' the 'calm before the storm'. He raced with a composure and maturity that most drivers did not hold. He was particularly calculative and the everyone loved him.

You, on the other hand, had given yourself a new nickname along side 'Flash 13' because you did everything in a flash: you overtook ruthlessly and calculated, you pushed the car till it was undrivable, and you were decisive to the very nanosecond. But you had also garnered yourself the name 'IED', after the behavioural disorder.

In part this nickname was due to the misogyny you faced as the only current female driver in F1 but also due to the sheer anger that bursted out of you whenever you encountered Lewis.

The amount of warnings Toto had given the both of you was simply endless. He had even resorted to putting you two with the team therapist.

The source of your hatred for each other was as clear as day. You hated Lewis' arrogance because somehow it was even worse than Rosberg, Alonso, Räikkönen, and Verstappen. And Lewis hated you for your 'perspective'. You didn't know what he initially meant by that but you regretted asking him. He said you needed to be stronger to be in F1 and that you were far too soft-hearted. Right after you had gotten your first ever pole.

It was ridiculous, to say the least.

No F1 driver was soft-hearted. You were all, simply put, a bunch of dicks. Not literally, of course. Naturally, following that comment, Lewis had pissed you off. He hadn't even had a second to know you before even making that judgement. It was ironic as well, considering your nickname that labelled your anger.

After watching Lewis win several championship titles with you following multiple places behind and seeing you only get angrier with each other, you had decided to call it quits for Mercedes. If people were going to take your annoyance and frustrations with amusement, you were going to head to the angriest team of all and leave your former team fuming.

Two years later, in 2021, you had finally gotten the perfect opportunity.

You hadn't really a clue how exactly Red Bull had made the 2021 car so well that you were matching the speed of Mercedes' car but you didn't care. You were matching Lewis. And Christian Horner was a happy man. A sexist prick but a happy man nonetheless.

Pole was either Lewis' or yours. Either he was a Grand Prix winner or you were. It was a game of cat and mouse, always in a constant pursuit of each other. The same went from your team leaders, Toto and Christian, who practically had the race director, Masi, on speed dial.

And by Abu Dhabi, you were equally tied, locked at 369.5 points. It hadn't been easy after getting penalised for multiple incidents against Lewis, but you were here. Lewis was trying to get his eighth championship and you your first.

You weren't sure how this was going to end. Heck, no one could've predicted what happened that day. But all you knew was that you were not going down without a fight.

You secured pole in Abu Dhabi which had put the entirety of Mercedes and F1 on edge. After a discussion with your engineer and several strategists, you had opted for soft tyres to further your advantage over Lewis.

Despite all of that, it was Lewis who had led the first corner after those red lights had gone out. It was only by turn six did you even get a lead. But it was a moment too short as your former teammate regained his top position by going off into the damn run-off area of the track.

You didn't need to scream in annoyance. You couldn't hear Horner, but deep down you knew he had already called up Masi, demanding an investigation. Your engineer reported to you that the stewards had dismissed it. The gap between you and Lewis was getting bigger, the race was coming to and end, and you knew you needed a miracle towards the end of the race if you wanted to win.

And that miracle was called Nicholas Latifi. The poor guy had crashed into Mick and the safety car was out on the tracks. Thankfully, they were both okay, but the timing of it was simply impeccable.

You had pitted to get new soft tyres and Mercedes was on the fence about heading to the pit lane in fear of the race restarting. So Lewis didn't pit. Miracle 2.

You re-joined the track with five lapped cars in between you and Lewis. And soon enough, Race Control had given the dooming message: lapped cars were not allowed to overtake.

The taste in your mouth was bitter. You had cussed out Horner, asking why you were even seeing these lapped cars in front of you.

Then came Race Control again: only the five cars in between you and Lewis were allowed to overtake. Miracle 3.

But of course, F1 had a flair for the dramatics. Because you were fucking restarting. Putting you and Lewis on a tight show-down for the final lap.

The bad news? Lewis hadn't pitted yet.

The good news? You could overtake Lewis. Miracle 4.

And the headline? You won.

You fucking won.

You were F1's first female champion in history.

You made history... or, well, herstory?

Yes it was controversial. Yes it was dramatic. Yes, questionable decisions had been made.

But you won.

By the time you had gotten out of your car and finished with screaming and crying in pure happiness, you had finally caught a glimpse of Lewis.

A small part of you felt bad. You knew for a fact, that these decisions weren't 'human error' as the FIA would go on to claim the following year in Bahrain.

It was entertainment. It was business. It was money.

You had both worked so hard this year. But the fight between an F1 driver breaking the record for the most championship titles and the first possible female champion in F1 was too good to resist.

Things between you and Lewis after Abu Dhabi hadn't gotten worse. You just talked far less than you normally did. You barely argued with each other anymore. It was disconcerting to say the least. Especially now that you were struggling to match Max's pace, always coming second or third as per the instructions of your engineer. For a moment you thought, what was the point of winning if you weren't going to win again?

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You were still determined. Beating your own teammate would be hard. But you weren't a stranger to the idea. You had spent years trying to beat Lewis while purposely being the support for him to win. They were two actions they didn't go together but it had happened.

That being said, the venture was proving to be more difficult than you anticipated. In fact, it had caused a full collision with Lewis in the first lap of the Qatar Grand Prix.

You were so focused on beating Max you hadn't taken a second to look around you.

"What the fuck was that?" Lewis' voice invaded the air as he barged into your driver's room, ridden with sweat and still in his racing gear.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. I didn't see you. It was my fault. End of story," You told him curtly, not really wanting talk to Lewis any further.

"Damn right, you didn't see me. You could've taken me or anyone out! Are you so fucking stuck up your ass that you couldn't see me?" Lewis asked incredulously.

You scoffed at his accusation. It was true. But you didn't like when the truth fell from his lips... especially not when they sounded like that.

"Lewis, drop it. No one got hurt. Let's just move on okay?" You queried, annoyance dripping from your voice.

"Why? Can't handle the truth, L/N?" He laughed gently, almost mocking you. "Right... you were always like that."

You snapped your head towards him, raising a sharp brow. "Excuse me?" You spat as if to say he was becoming dangerously close to crossing a line he did not want to cross.

Lewis folded his arms, shrugging nonchalantly. "What? You don't like the truth. It's simple. I told you that you need to be stronger because you're too soft-hearted. And you hated that. And now that I'm telling you that you're selfish, you obviously can't handle it."

"Oh my God, you are one to talk. Lewis, you are so blinded by your arrogance that you can't see anyone else win. That's why you can't accept that I won right?"

"Not Abu Dhabi, aga–"

"Yes, Lewis, Abu Dhabi again. You are so fucking sour about losing that even when the hate targeted me, you let it. You let them say that my win was due to race and gender. Me, Lewis, out of all people, me."

No matter your differences, you had stuck up for Lewis on many accounts when it came to the FIA, 'fans', and haters. But he wasn't there for you.

You could see dark expression fall onto Lewis' face. "That's not true, Y/N."

"Then what was it Lewis?" You flailed your hands in exasperation. "Because you sure as hell didn't come to my aid."

"Because you didn't deserve it!"

You blinked blankly, arms falling to your side. Your mind took a minute to process the words that had fallen from his lips in mere seconds.

Lewis' face dropped as realisation struck him. What the fuck did he just say? "Y/N, I–"

"Get out," You grumbled.

Lewis did a double-take on the fresh line of tears accumulating on your waterline. He took a step closer to you, hands reaching out. "No, no, no, Y/N, I–" But your words made him stop.

"Lewis, get the fuck out of here before I start screaming like the bitch everyone thinks I am."

You watched Lewis return his hands to the side, clenching his jaw tightly as he made way to the door of your room. He stopped briefly, hesitating to open the door, taking one last glance at you before leaving.

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Four days.

You had pondered in deep thought for four days. And after 72 hours, one thing had become obvious to you.

Lewis wasn't with you or any of the other drivers. He was still in 2021, right where you had left him. Not a second had gone by for Lewis where he hadn't thought about Abu Dhabi.

What if he had just pushed for Bono and Toto to get him in that pit lane?

What if he had veered the car a little to the side and you didn't overtake him?

Lewis was still reliving the worst moment of his career and his life and everyone had moved on. Sure, every fan and commentator talked about it time to time. But it was something of the past.

To say you didn't deserve your championship title... you had heard it from several 'fans' and insignificant others. But to hear it from Lewis? It fucking killed you.

You cared about his opinion more than anyone in the world. And he knew that.

You would've never said anything as shitty as that to him or anyone for that matter.

You had worked your ass off to get to F1. Fuck, you had won F2 two fucking times because no one was willing to let a girl on their team... into a man's sport. Every driver worked hard to a certain degree. But you were a girl who didn't grow up with the means of driving yourself to your death every day. If everyone worked hard, you had worked ten times harder.

Everyone knew that you and Lewis had fought. And by the looks of it, they also knew it was far worse than your normal fights. You wouldn't look at him, you refused to speak to him, you spent minimal time in the same room, you had even paid your media fines in full to avoid everyone...

Max had even become some sort of bodyguard, telling Lewis to turn back around when he neared the Red Bull garage.

All of this protection, and yet, he had still found you in your favourite place. The one you both came to when you needed to become level-headed. The top stand of any empty Grand Prix, in this case the México Grand Prix, where the air felt a little bit cooler against your heated skin and you could think for even it was for just a second.

You sucked in a sharp breath, seeing Lewis in your periphery while you were firmly seated. He looked nervous, chewing on his bottom lip and taking cautious glances at you.

"Hey," Lewis greeted, making you raise a brow at his lame entrance.

You forced yourself to look at the rest of the empty seats in front of you. "Hey," You mumbled back, trying to swallow the bitter taste in your mouth.

An unsettling silence enveloped the both of you. You were sure Lewis was here to apologise. But you could also tell he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not in a selfish way. But in the most guiltiest way possible.

You sighed. "How are you?" You asked gently, peeking out of the corner of your eye.

Lewis winced at your question. Leave it up to you to still be this kind after what he had said to you. "Sorry. I'm so so sorry," He rasped, voice raw with the pain that had been gnawing away at him ever since those god forbidden words had left his mouth.

You nodded slowly, taking another deep breath. "I know you're going to call me soft-hearted but what you said really fucking hurt, Lew," You jested with a brief smile.

Lewis grimaced at your poor humour, before his ears perked up at the old nickname you had given him when you first started getting on each other's nerves. "I know. I'm an idiot for saying something like that. Or that you're soft-hearted. You've worked so hard for all of this. You absolutely deserve everything and that win was only the first of many, I'm a hundred percent sure of it. Your Dutch shortie doesn't really know what's coming."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile after huffing in amusement at his diss towards Max. "Thank you," you told him earnestly. "Although, I am quite positive he is like almost ten centimetres taller than you. But, thanks anyways."

Lewis rolled his eyes. "Have you seen me? You don't think I give off tall energy?"

"You mean tall in insults?" You joked, grinning at the blank look on Lewis' face.

Lewis sighed. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean any of it. And by 'it', I mean all of the insults and fights. I was just disappointed in myself. Even more so that I didn't stand up for you. I'm so sorry."

You drew your eyebrows together, turning your body to face him. Confusion filled you. "Then why did you say it at all?"

"I–" Lewis blew out a small laugh. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Lewis, can you not see me dying here? Like a whole kitchen set of knives in my back?" You deadpanned.

Lewis rolled his eyes again. So dramatic.

He brought his hands together, staring at you briefly before looking at the empty stand. "Well, obviously, I heard of you before you joined Mercedes. I thought it was ridiculous that you had to get two F2 championships to get a seat, but anyways, I digress. Toto told me, he was considering you even though you had never been in the junior team.

And I remember just being so fucking jealous of you. Toto was consumed by you. He and Horner had been fighting for your seat for so long and now that they finally had an open seat, it was chaos. Toto won, obviously. And then we met each other in person for the first time and I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world."

You felt your heart begin to race and your skin heat at the sudden proclamation. "You... you what?"

Lewis smoothly glossed over the compliment. "And then we had our first quali together and you beat me. You got pole on your first race. So you were talented and beautiful. A crime, might I add.

And so when you came to tell me, you were so excited with all your talent and beauty, I was pissed. Because out of all things in the world, I had gotten an amazing competitor I was bound to feel for. I thought that by saying you were soft-hearted and all, it would get on your bad side and it would make me less attracted to you. It didn't. It got worse while it got easier to pretend to hate you."

You blinked blankly at him, cheeks aflame. Lewis Hamilton liked you. Your stupid teammate? The same one who's eighth championship you arguably took? "I'm sorry... hold up, we've been fighting for years because I'm a hot, talented, gifted, smart driver and you're a simp?"

Lewis squinted his brown eyes at you. "I did not include all those adjectives."

"I mean... that's basically what you said," You shrugged, flickering your eyes to the setting sun.

Where did all the damn cool air go? You wondered, pressing your hands to your flushed cheeks and feeling your soft palm absorb the molten lava known as your skin.

Lewis chuckled, picking up your flustered reaction quickly. He watched as you suddenly stood up. "Okay, well I'm... I'm going to meet Hugh and find a way to beat Max. See ya!"

Lewis paused, grabbing your wrist. "Wait? What? You aren't going comment about what I just said?"

You eyed his hold on your wrist: it was searing you. You turned to him, lowering your head to meet his gaze. You briefly looked down at his lips before looking back up. "I think I prefer hating you."

Lewis felt you press your lips on his cheek before walking past him. He watched your retreating figure, your kiss feeling heavy on his face, putting him right where you had left him: absolutely and utterly smitten.

#mickyschumacher #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic

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santoschristos · 1 year ago

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The Tree of Life - Binah - Kabbalah and the Sephirot

Binah is the womb from which all souls are born, Chokmah the energy that the soul is made of, and Kether the idea of the soul within the Monad itself. In fact at the level of the Supernal Triad, Kether is the self-realization of the Supreme Being that emanates from En Sof, Chokmah is its Living Spirit and Creational Force, and Binah is its Supernal Soul Body through which the Spirit may interact with the lower realms of creation. The soul has always been associated with a feminine energy by Kabbalists as well as many other traditions. Similarly Binah is the Supreme Feminine Archetype, while the Spirit, Chokmah, is the Supreme Masculine Archetype and Kether, the Supreme Union Archetype. Chokmah and Binah are El and Eloha, the creator God and Goddess of this system, together in Divine Union and balance they are Elohim. Kether, however, is neither masculine nor feminine, it just is. The god name associated with Kether is EHEI (Eheyeh), which means “I Am” or “To Be”.

The supernals are the “3 mothers” associated with the Hebrew Letters Shin (spirit/fire), Aleph (air), and Mem (water), which are also the 3 mother rays of Amon Ra: numbers, letters, and sounds that are used to write the name of God, from which all creation comes. The third ray, Binah (Mem), being the one from which all other rays and creational energies are birthed or emanated out from. We see this in the Kabbalah by the path that the lightning bolt or ‘flaming sword’ takes as it carries the creational energies down from source to Malkuth. Binah is the last of the supernals that it enters before coming into the lower realms. Thus, Binah is the closest of the supernals to the world of form, hence it is the original archetypal form, whereas Chokmah is the original archetypal force. These roles of form and force can also be explained through the beginning stages of creation.

Before the beginning of creation there was only En Sof. En Sof was everything, yet no-thing, everywhere and nowhere, all potential but nothing manifest… At this stage En Sof does not even know it exists and has no concept of creation. And then a contraction occurs. En Sof contracted within its own being and from this withdrew from an infinitesimal point. This point became the center and it was a void. But even in its state of void, it still contained the memory of the essence of En Sof that previously was there. This center point of all existence is called the Shekinah by some Kabbalists – the feminine aspect of En Sof. In the very instant that En Sof contracted and this void was formed, so too did the infinite capacity of En Sof move to fill the void, for there can be no place that is not one with En Sof. As the energy of En Sof moved into this infinitesimal point it became a concentrated and intensified spark of light. This spark of light is Kether (the Center Point of the Universe). In the same instant, the intensity filling this point became so great that there was an outward explosion of light and energy moving in all directions. This dynamic expansion is Chokmah (the Big Bang and the photons/energy of light). But the influence of the feminine aspect to define the space and allow for creation was still present as a reflection of the Shekinah, and this influence served as a vessel for the energy to pour into and then subsequently be channeled through towards manifestation. This vessel or womb that channels and directs the light is Binah (Primordial Matter, which leads to Gravity, which is an attractive force that draws things into form). Einstein’s famous equation E=mc2 can be related to the supernal triad, where E is Energy, whose essence is derived from Kether; c is the speed at which light travels outward from its source, which is Chokmah; and m is the mass of matter, which can be likened to Binah. The union of matter and the speed of light (mc2), Binah and Chokmah, releases an extraordinary amount of energy (sourced from Kether) that can be used for creation below the Abyss.

Thus the light flows on across the Abyss, through Daath, and on to Chesed then down the rest of the Tree until it finally reaches Malkuth. But it is Chokmah that generates the life force energy that enlivens the process of creation, while Binah is the womb that holds the egg that, once impregnated by Chokmah’s life-giving seed, becomes the vessel that gives birth to the other 7 sephiroth.

Geometrically, these initial stages of creation are represented by nothing (En Sof), the empty/black point (Shekinah), the full/white point (Kether), the line (Chokmah), and the triangle (Binah). Thus Binah is also the foundation of the entire Supernal Triad, whereas Kether is its root/source, and Chokmah its life force, and En Sof is the unseen/unknowable essence that flows through all of it. The triangle is the first form created and thus it is the primary key to the powers of heaven (the square and circle being the other two keys).

The supernals are in a realm that is beyond the human mind, thus any discussion of them can only be limited to metaphors and symbolic language. And because they are all just three aspects of a unity, it is difficult to say anything about any one of them alone. To say anything at all is to define, separate, and limit, thus not a true representation of the supernals. And yet, often in books these are the three parts of the Tree that are given the most attention – perhaps because they are the furthest from what we are acquainted with and hence the most mysterious and alluring. But truly, the only way to come to know and understand the supernal realm is through direct experience, which is the purpose of the ascension up the Tree of Life, which culminates in the crossing of the Abyss. This ascension brings one the vision of seeing God “face-to-face” – the inner and outer God. This experience may only be a momentary glimpse, but even that is enough to change your life, and it will give you the experience through which wisdom and divine light may illuminate your entire being.

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nullnvoid911 · 7 months ago

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German Bundeswehr SOF (KSK). Unknown source, likely military journal; caption is "Well trained and equipped, German SOF (KSK) have been little involved in actual operations."

Unknown, <2017

#military #germany #KSK #needs-more-info

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araybiaaa · 6 months ago

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your stories are amazing!!!

i would like to see more angst between rafe and sof🥹 like idk jealous scenes or just rafe being an asshole and then making up to her

❝ affiliated heartbreaks, r. cameron ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… rafe cameron & sofia

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… jealousy, insecurities, drinking to cope, non descriptive violence, bruised hands, mild smut.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… rafe's jealousy leads to a much needed conversation about his recent insecurities in his relationship with sofia.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… really loved writing this one! hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

Sofia brushed past Rafe as he opened the front door to their house, absentmindedly tossing her purse onto the couch as she stands in the middle of the living room with her hands perched akimbo and her countenance marred into an irritated scowl. She stood there, impatiently tapping her heeled foot against the floor as she watched Rafe close and lock the door behind them.

“Are you ready to talk now or do you want to act like a child for the rest of the night?” She inquired, abhorrence and annoyance lilts heavily in her voice, causing Rafe to rub a hand over his stubbed jaw.

He knows he’s the reason for her anger, specifically because of the way he acted tonight. His jealousy and petulant behavior towards one of Sofia’s coworkers and Rafe’s presumption that he’d been unabashedly flirting with her all night resulted into Rafe roughhousing him and causing a fracas in the middle of her law firm’s holiday party.

The entire scene caught the attention of the other attendees at the party and resulted into him being escorted out of the premises, leaving Sofia alone and embarrassed for the remainder of the night. Rafe too had been chagrined because of his actions and his unwarranted act of impulse that he had venomously unfurled onto her coworker.

It wasn’t smart and he knows that she would have to deal with the repercussions of the fallout Monday morning when she returns to work. He never had any intentions of acting out in the way that he did; but he allowed his emotions overpower him and it inevitably resulted into him doing something completely idiotic.

Sighing deeply in exasperation and massaging his temples that were throbbing excruciatingly in pain, Rafe shrugged his shoulder.

At his noncommittal response, Sofia scoffs wryly and shakes her head in disbelief, throwing her hands up warily in the air. “You’re unbelievable. If I hadn’t pulled you off of him you probably would’ve beaten him to a pulp!” She accosts in disbelief, still appalled and disappointed in her fiancé's behavior tonight.

She’s never seen him act so irate and violent like that before. She doesn’t know the source of where this all derived from, but what she does know is that she never wanted to see him act that way ever again.

Rafe’s jaw clenched incensedly in recoil. He ignored her chastising and berating words of anger as he walked into the kitchen, heading directly for the freezer. His hands clenched and unclenched in a fist as he flexed his fingers, trying to soften them out. He grabbed a handful of ice cubes and placed them against his knuckles, attempting to soothe them.

They were still throbbing in pain and were now a slight dark mauve color from where his hand roughly connected against the guy’s jaw.

He still sees the look of horror on Sofia’s face and hears her mortified gasp of “Rafe!” every time he closed his eyes.

“You embarrassed me, tonight. Don’t you see that?” She catechizes, her tone softening a bit as she stares at him with solemnity in her eyes. And that only further increases the immense guilt that he was already feeling.

“I know, Sof.” He sighs softly in defeat. “I didn’t mean to—”

Sofia cuts him off mid-sentence with a shake of her head. “No, you did mean to because you were acting sour all night.” She rebuttals in haste, recalling back on his behavior through the night that consisted of him making sly comments and blatantly displaying his disliking of Chase.

She had immediately caught onto his impertinent behavior and attitude and pulled him aside, forewarning him in caution to cease it all together as this was an important night for her.

He tried so hard to prevail through the traitorous thoughts of jealousy that were tormenting him. But every time he looked up, there Chase was practically conjoined at Sofia’s hip or standing too close to her and she was too oblivious or too indulged into a conversation to even notice.

It didn’t help that she had been wearing a beautiful all black gown that perfectly cupped and complimented her curvaceous figure. Her beauty was godlike, catching everyone’s attention the moment she entered the room.

Rafe was typically secure with himself and his relationship with Sofia. He’s gotten jealous on occasions but it’s never resulted into something like this before. He knows that it wasn’t fair for him to unfurl his anger over his conflicted feelings on someone else, but at that time in point he didn’t care.

He honestly did try to the best of his ability to refrain from overreacting, but all logical thoughts left him the moment he saw Sofia and Chase standing in the corner of the room giggling and conversing lowly amongst themselves. He acted on impulse and rage as he approached them, spewing vulgar obscenities and accusations at Chase, much to Sofia’s chagrin.

“Oh, so you did notice me tonight.” He mutters sarcastically under his breath, tossing the now, halfway melted ice cubes into the sink before walking out of the kitchen and ascending up the staircase towards the direction of their bedroom.

The abrupt comment causes Sofia to furrow a confused look. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?!” She asked, trailing behind him in tow as she follows him into their bedroom. She folded her arms beneath her chest as she narrowed her eyes at him. She didn’t appreciate what he was insinuating at all.

Rafe chuckled humorlessly as he began to undress himself; loosening the knot in his tie. “Nothing, just forget it.” He attempted to dismiss, but Sofia persisted against it.

“No, tell me what you meant by that. Because if it’s what I think you’re trying to say then we have an issue here that’s deeper than all of this. You know how I feel about you.” She ripostes, taking a step closer to where he was currently standing. She looks into his eyes, her gaze unwavering. “So, for you to even suggest that tells me that you don’t trust me like I thought you did.”

Rafe turns away from the mirror and looks at her; his countenance marring something akin to hurt and despondency. “Well what the fuck am I supposed to think then, Sofia? These past few weeks you’ve barely been home, whenever you do come home it’s late at night-”

“Don’t do that. I’m a lawyer, Rafe! Of course I’m gonna have hectic work hours.” Sofia rebuttals in defense, her anger accruing minutely. Sofia was bewildered at how completely unreasonable and unfair he was acting right now.

“Sometimes, I have to stay late at the office whenever there’s a big case you know that! And you what? I worked my ass off to get that promotion, it’s not fair that you’re throwing it in my face like you’re trying to punish me for finally getting the job of my dreams,” Wetness burns the back of her eyes, blurring her vision.

Rafe nodded as he pursed his lips in a worn moue; his expression seemed forlorn—just as Sofia’s heart felt like. “You know what? If that’s what you think I’m doing and that that’s what tonight was all about then I don’t think there’s anything else that we need to talk about, Sofia.” He concedes wearily in defeat; informing her that he would be sleeping over at Barry’s tonight. He turns away from her, snagging his car keys off of the dresser before retreating out into the hallway down the stairs to the front door.

…

He feels like shit.

Arguing with Sofia left his heart aching in remorse. He didn’t intent on confronting her so abrasively like he did; but he couldn’t contain the feelings that had been festering inside of him for weeks. Rafe wasn’t necessarily jealous of Chase, he was justenvious of the time that Chase got to spend with Sofia that he has been deprived of recently.

He knows that there needs to be a conversation about everything regarding his feelings of jealousy and neglect, but he decides to save that talk for later when he knows he’ll actually be rational enough to do once his anger’s subsided.

He waits in the driveway, ruminating and contemplating on if he should go back inside. He only sits there for a brief moment before he turns the car on and pulls the car out of the driveway, making his way downtown past Barry’s house and towards the bar.

…

The loud music that plays through the speakers ricochet; reverberating in an echo against his eardrums. He sits alone at the bar, chugging down his fifth shot of the night.

His clouded pupils gander over the rim of his glass that he brings up to his parted lips, allowing the bitter liquid to chisel him into a haze. Rafe leers around the populous room, glancing at the inebriated club goers as they were either dancing provocatively against each other or engaging in jovial conversations.

He knows that he’s consuming way more alcohol than is needed and that he will have to deal with the unfortunate consequential effects of his drunken stupor afterwards. But, he momentarily disregards that caring, along with everything else as he picked up the glass and easily chugged the liquid down his throat with a recoiling wince. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Rafe gestures a hand airily waving the bartender down.

The brunette; who was occupied wiping down the counter and cleaning up the remnants of trash that was loitered around, glanced up at him after realizing that he was vying for her attention. Sighing softly, she wipes her hands onto the fabric of the black loose fitted apron that was tied around her waist before making her way over to him.

“Yes?” She asks rhetorically, already well aware that he desired another shot of tequila. Though he wasn’t as drunk as some of the other attendees she could see that he was steadily approaching that precipice.

(He looked a mess; completely disheveled and unkempt. From the sullen looked that lingered in his eyes she could tell that he had a bad day and was trying to numb his pain by drowning it in alcohol.)

“I wan-‘nother one,” He mutters, the words messily slur together barely coming out as coherent.

Retrieving the shot glass from him, she moves it towards the mixing station out of his reach. “Do you have someone that can come pick you up?”

Rafe blinked at her, his face furrowed. “Just pour me ‘nother drink,” He reproaches dismissively at her concerned tone. He didn’t need or want any conversations—he just wanted to drink. The bartender rolls her eyes, completely nonplussed by his sudden hostility.

“Well, you’re not getting another one because you’re drunk. Too drunk to be making smart decisions right now,” She attested and Rafe has to resist the urge of scoffing at her proclamation.

“That’s the point. I don’t want to think. I’ve had a really shitty night, alright? I just want to forget. So pour me another shot.” It was easier said than done when his every thought revolved around Sofia.

(He knows that he can’t truly forget what happened but he can distract himself until he’s numb even if it’s just temporary.)

The bartender folds her arms beneath her chest as she heeds at him, staring in contemplation. “Okay,” She nods, pushing herself off of the counter. “But I’ll only do it if you give me your phone so I can call someone to pick you up after this.” She bargains, to which Rafe now audibly scoffed.

Too drunk and too annoyed to rebuttal further he concedes, reaching into his pocket to receive his phone. “Fine. Here!” The bartender smiles in triumph at her coaxing. She retrieves the phone from him after he unlocks it then turns around to fix him another drink.

As she scrolls through his call log, searching for an emergency contact it’s interrupted by a flashing notification. At the top of his screen she sees an incoming message. “Someone named Sarah texted you, how about I tell her to come get you?”

“Sarah?” Rafe dismays with a shuddering frown, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before petulantly pushing the glass aside. “God, no.” He loved his sister dearly, but he undoubtedly knows that if she were to find out about his and Sofia’s argument, that she too would berate him for his behavior and frankly, Rafe wasn’t in the mood for his little sister’s nagging.

“Too late. I sent her the location. Sit tight until she comes.” The bartender says, with a shrug before extending his phone back to him. She bid Rafe a goodbye before trotting off to the other side of the bar to attend to other customers.

Great. Rafe reveries, warily running a hand over his face. He had come here tonight to seek a temporary resolve from his relationship issues, but the bartender’s conniving insistence had altered that plan—abruptly cutting his night of drinking and sulking short.

Miraculously, Rafe managed to stagger his way towards the bathroom.

He cleaned his sweat soddened face, splashing water onto it hoping that it would help him look not so disheveled. He dried his face clean with a paper towel then made his egress from the bathroom. Walking back to his perched seat at the bar counter, he halts his movement mid-gait when he sees Sarah looking around the room. Her search for him is brief because when she turns around and spots him, she gives him an indiscernible expression before approaching him.

“Don’t, alright?” Rafe murmurs, snatching his suit jacket off of the empty stool before reaching inside of his pockets to retrieve three wadded up $20 bills that he sits underneath his empty glass.

Sarah gives him a stern look, undaunted by his dismissive tone. “Oh, there’s going to be a conversation about all of this, you’re not getting out of it no matter what you say,”

He rolls his eyes, shrugging his arms through the sleeves of his jacket as he follows her out of the bar’s front door and outside to where her car’s parked.

…

“So, instead of talking to her about your feelings you decided to lash out on her coworker and punch him?” Sarah congresses in disbelief, tucking her legs beneath her body as she accompanied him on the couch.

“Why do you sound surprised? It sounds exactly like something he’d do,” John B, who’d eavesdropped on their conversation from the kitchen, asked, holding his hands up in defense when both Cameron siblings give him a pointed look. “I’m going to go give Valerie a bath,” He says, announcing his departure so they could finish their conversation.

Sarah sighs as she turns towards Rafe who sat there on the couch still sulking in his self deprecating misery. “I know, alright? I know that I should’ve talked to her. But it’s been hard to do that recently when she’s hardly ever home. And it’s not like I’m not proud of her, because I am, I just miss her.” He laments, feeling the heaviness of his heart swell.

“So go tell her that.” Sarah insisted, prompting him towards reconciliation.

He knows that she’s right.

Of course she’s right; Sarah had always been the voice of reason between the two of them. But with the things he said to Sofia tonight, he was worried that she didn’t want to see him again.

“What if she doesn’t want to see me?”

“She texted me after Barry told her that you weren’t at his place. Believe me, she wants to see you just as much as you want to see her. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

…

Regardless of their argument, he knows that he shouldn’t have walked off in the way that he did. That’s not how they communicated and he didn’t want her to feel as if he was disregarding her feelings simply because he was hurt. Walking back into the house, he makes his way back up the staircase to their bedroom.

His remorse thickens when he sees her perched at the end of the bed with her hands buried in her hand. Stepping over the threshold, he saunters further into the room as he approaches her.

“Thought you were supposed to be sleeping at Barry’s,” Her voice is hoarse, like she’d been crying, and gauging from the way she’s avoiding his gaze, he could tell that his suspicions were confirmed.

Rafe exhaled a heavy sigh of exasperation as he leaned against the wall athwart from her. His hands slacked in the front of his pockets as his head lowered and his shoulder sagged solemnly. “I, uh went to the bar instead to clear my head. Sof, I—” He paused momentarily, almost as if he was apprehensive about revealing the truth of his feelings.

He eventually continues after a brief moment of contemplation because this conversation needed to happen. They couldn’t allow this unresolved tension to fester; his relationship with her meant too much for him to allow anything to interfere with it.

“Things are different between us, Sof. I mean you have to have noticed it too. We’re not connecting like we used to, you started being more distant, working late and I know that it’s only because of your new promotion at the firm and believe me, I’m so fucking proud of you but...”

His eyes finally look up to meet her gaze again. Her heart nearly plummets at the sight of his heartbroken expression. “I feel like you’re pulling away from me. I’m losing you. And you’re too busy to notice it. I feel like you’re moving forward and starting this new chapter in your life while I’m still stuck at the beginning trying to find where I fit in. I trust and love you with everything in me, Sofia, I do, but I can’t help but to feel jealous seeing the guy you’ve been spending most of your nights with, touch all over you and have you in the ways that I’ve been wanting to have you for these past few weeks,”

Rafe shrugs a shoulder half-heartedly as he shook his head. “I know I shouldn’t have done what I did tonight. I should’ve talked to you about how I’ve been feeling and I’m sorry for embarrassing you.” He lamented in regret and guilt.

Sofia sat there in silence as she quietly ruminated over everything that he’d just loquaciously confessed to her. She was unaware about Rafe’s insecurities of losing her and their relationship coming to an end—or that her hectic and inconsistent work schedule had played a contributing factor in this whole ordeal.

It was true: she has been working messy hours recently and hasn’t been as affectionate with him as she previously was. But that was only because she’s been tired from work not because her feelings for Rafe had changed. She was still adjusting to her new promotion and has been getting a plethora of new cases recently which has unfortunately caused her to miss out on a few dinners and had her coming home at later hours than usual. She never would’ve guessed that her new promotion would be a direct cause of her current relationship issues.

“I wish you would’ve come to me about this. You know that I love you more than anything. Chase is a friend and coworker that’s it. I’ve never looked at him in any other way and I don’t want to. Baby, I’m not going anywhere and you’re not losing me to anyone or anything. I’m here with you. You have to know that.”

Rafe nods somberly as he bites down on his bottom lip. “I know. I was just scared. You’re the single most important person in my life. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

Sofia clambers to her feet to approach him. His eyelashes flutter softly when she reaches up and cradles his face within her hands. She looks up into his eyes, directly, their gazes never wavering from one another’s.

“You won’t. I’m here. I’m right here.”

…

There’s so much that they still need to discuss, residual issues that were still unsettled and lingered between them that they needed to talk about but those issues are momentarily brushed aside along with everything else.

Everything except for the way Rafe’s eyes stared at hers with a smoldering warmth that made her feel overwhelmed with enamor.

Their breathing slows, transitioning into soft pants. She feels an avid shiver run down her spine, body aching in a wanton desire, goosebumps prickle her skin when she sees his lidded eyes hastily flicker down to her lips then slowly lift up to meet her gaze again.

It’s been weeks since she’s had the feeling of his body against his, or had the pleasure of feeling him nestled deeply inside of her.

“Sofia,” He whispered, his raspy, deep-baritone voice trembled a bit as her name fell off his lips in a litany.

She responds instantaneously, her body reflectively answers to his beckon as her face begins to move towards his. He meets her halfway, his large hand reaches up to cradle the side of her face as he tilts her face towards his.

His tongue traces along the outline of her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She quickly compiles as she widens her mouth open, allowing him to receive better access of her lips. His lungs burned in desperation, pleadingly wanting him to part for air but Sofia’s lips felt too good and perfect against his to retract. “I love you.” He says, the words easily falling off of his lips, his gaze looming a soft warmth as his eyes met hers.

“I love you, too.” She whispers softly, the weight of her words embedding the same heartfelt sincerity as his.

They kissed again, softly, tenderly as they begin to maneuver backwards towards the bed. Sofia scoots closer to him, their knees brushing lightly in her movement. She moved her hand that rested on his leg upward, raffishly moving it closer to his upper thigh.

Her small hand proceeded toward its salacious path until it reached its desired destination. She could feel the rigid outline of his hardened erection, curling stoutly against his thigh. He swallows thickly, inhaling a soft breath when she eased the zipper of his pants down.

Sofia pulled the zipper further down, still heeding tentatively at his reaction. He groans lowly, body avidly shuddering in a desperate need as she shimmies the slacks over his hips. He lifts his hips slightly off of the bed to assist her, pulling the pants down until they pooled around his ankles, absentmindedly kicking them aside afterwards.

Their hands worked in a tandem, undoing the buttons of his white long-sleeved dress shirt, popping each of the buttons open until she could see the sight of his fawn toned chest beneath the pallid fabric. He shrugged out of the shirt as it loosened around his arms and shoulders, tossing it somewhere along in the forgotten mix of his pants.

She bit at her lower lip as she appreciatively roved her eyes over his body; the taut muscles on his chest glistened under the warm hues of the moonlight that poured throughout the room, his physique was lean, not too strawny, not too bulk. His boxers snugged loosely around his hips, revealing the slight dip between the juncture of his lower abdomen and the beginning of his pelvic bone, where the wisps of his pubic hairs peeked over the elastic band.

His cheeks were colored with a pretty pink blush under the gauze of her smothering scrutiny. He looked deliciously irresistible.

Rafe gently pushed her shoulders so that she was falling backwards onto the plush mattress. He sat on his knees at the edge of the bed as he grabbed ahold of her ankle, smirking sheepishly at her as he unhooked the latch on the back of her heel in his feat of undressing her.

His hand glides up her bare thigh, hiking up the fabric of her dress so that it’s now pooling around her waist. The thin, laced material of her thong comes into his view as he parts her legs open. Her breath hitches and body shivers when he teased a finger against her clothed covered clit.

“Rafe,” She keened breathlessly, using that forewarning tone that he knew all too well.

He grunted, his deft fingers moving in a hurried haste as he began to rid tug the flimsy thong that covered her ass, over her curvaceous hips and down her legs. Sofia assists him, allowing the ruined pair of underwear to fall to the floor with a soft thud.

She pulled the dress over her head, that too absentmindedly found its way on some surface of their bedroom, leaving her splayed out before him. Her body resembled a goddess as she laid there completely nude beneath him.

His ogling of appreciation of her body was interrupted by Sofia grabbing ahold of his shoulders and pulling him down for another kiss. She keens into his mouth, breath hitches a bit when she feels his swollen girth prodding through his boxers and pressing against her center. Her body twitches at the delicious contact. “Rafe.”

He moves his lips insistently along hers, kissing her with an insatiable vigor, sucking on her wet tongue, tugging at the plushness of her bottom lip. Sofia’s mind feels dizzy, her body ached for his touch. Her nipples go taut, he could feel the swollen nubs pressing against his flattened chest. His hand ghosts over her tender breast, squeezing and fondling the sensitive flesh as a cacophony of her moans rings through his ears.

“Need you, now.” She huffs, impatiently.

(And he feels it too, the same insatiable desire that’s reflected in the way she’s currently looking at him.)

His cock twitches against his thigh at Sofia’s pleads. Propping the weight of his body onto his elbow, he lifted off of her so that he was able to tug his boxers off. Flicking them aside elsewhere, he shifted his body again, upholding his weight on his elbow so that he was now hovering over her.

He slides a hand underneath her ass, lifting her hips up so that he’s angled just at her center. A breath catches in Sofia’s throat at the intrusion of him slowly penetrating her. It’s pleasure that licks up her spine when she finally feels him inside of her — thick and stretching her fully enough to have her eyes stinging with tears again.

…

They’re sprawled out naked across their bed post orgasm. Rafe eases his flaccid cock out of Sofia before plopping down next to her. His arm rested behind his head as he turned to look over at her.

“I know that I apologized already, but I really am sorry. And I’ll uh, apologize to Chase for what I did.”

His comments causes her to look over at him. She nods her head, somberly, giving him a small smile. “I know. I am too.” She scoots her body closer to his, tucking her head on his forearm as her arm rest over his torso. “And I know that my schedule’s kinda crazy, but just know you’ll always be the most important person in my life no matter what.”

He brings her hand up to his mouth so that he’s able to brush a chaste kiss against her knuckles. He caressed his thumb over the stunt of the diamond on her engagement ring. She smiles as she watches his idle movements, “I can’t wait to be your wife,”

His smile broadens as he craned his head down, meeting her halfway in another kiss. “Sofia Valdez-Cameron,” He murmurs, nodding his head. “It’s got a nice ring to it,”

“Mhm. So does Rafe Valdez,” She teases, feeling his breath coolly brush against her face as he huffs a small laugh. He retracts from the embrace, his eyes soften in adoration as he pushes a few strands of hair out of her face.

“I’ll be whoever you want me to be just as long as I get to marry you,” He avows, making her heart swoon and her love for him grow more profoundly.

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changbeansss · 11 months ago

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Sketches of love

Pairing: Artist!Hyunjin x reader

Genre : strangers to lovers, fluff

Warnings: None

You'd always been skeptical about meeting new people, especially those who seemed to have a mysterious aura around them. Moving to a new city for your job, you were excited but also wary of the unknown. Your life had a comfortable routine, and you weren't looking to disrupt it. That is, until you met Hyunjin.

Your first encounter with Hyunjin was at a quaint little café near your apartment. It was your favorite spot, a quiet refuge from the bustling city. You were sipping your coffee and reading a book when someone sat down at the table next to yours. Glancing up, you saw a tall, handsome man with striking features and an air of quiet confidence. He caught your eye and smiled, a small, polite smile that you returned before quickly looking away.

Over the next few weeks, you noticed him more frequently at the café. Sometimes he was alone, sometimes he was with friends. He always had a sketchbook with him, and you often saw him lost in thought, pencil moving gracefully across the paper. You were curious but hesitant to approach him. However, fate had other plans.

One rainy afternoon, you were caught in a sudden downpour on your way to the café. Drenched and frustrated, you entered the warm, inviting space, only to find it unusually crowded. The only available seat was at Hyunjin's table. He looked up as you approached, and without hesitation, he offered you the seat with a warm smile.

"Looks like we're both here to escape the rain," he said, his voice smooth and pleasant.

You nodded, grateful for his kindness. "Thank you. It’s really coming down out there."

As you settled in, an easy conversation began to flow between you two. You learned that Hyunjin was an artist, passionate about capturing the beauty of the world in his sketches. He spoke about his work with such enthusiasm that you couldn't help but be drawn in. The more you talked, the more you realized how much you enjoyed his company.

Days turned into weeks, and your casual café meetings became a regular occurrence. Hyunjin started to share more about himself, his dreams, and his inspirations. He listened intently whenever you talked about your own life, offering insights and encouragement that made you feel truly understood. You found yourself looking forward to seeing him, your heart fluttering with anticipation every time you walked into the café.

One evening, as the sun set and cast a golden glow over the city, Hyunjin asked if you wanted to take a walk with him. You agreed, and together you wandered through the streets, talking about everything and nothing. He took you to a nearby park, where you both sat on a bench, watching the world go by.

"There's something I've been wanting to show you," he said, reaching into his bag and pulling out his sketchbook. He flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. It was a sketch of you, sitting at the café, lost in your book. The details were so precise, capturing not just your likeness but also the serene expression you often wore.

You were stunned. "Hyunjin, this is beautiful. I can't believe you drew me."

He smiled, a hint of shyness in his eyes. "I wanted to capture the moment I first saw you. There's something about you that inspires me."

Your heart swelled with emotion. No one had ever made you feel so special, so seen. "Thank you, Hyunjin. This means a lot to me."

As the days passed, your bond with Hyunjin deepened. You spent more time together, exploring the city, sharing your dreams and fears. He became your confidant, your source of joy, and you found yourself falling for him more with each passing day. His kindness, his talent, and his unwavering support made you realize how much he meant to you.

One evening, as you sat together on a rooftop, watching the stars, Hyunjin turned to you, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "There's something I need to tell you," he said softly.

You felt your heart race. "What is it?"

"I've fallen in love with you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've felt this way for a while now, and I can't keep it to myself any longer."

Tears filled your eyes as you reached out to touch his hand. "Hyunjin, I love you too," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I've been falling for you since the day we met."

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you both let the weight of your feelings wash over you. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the night sky, you knew that you had found something truly special. With Hyunjin by your side, you felt ready to embrace whatever the future held, knowing that your love would guide you through it all.

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monsters00km · 5 months ago

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I wanna talk about people fighting for Zaun. Bc i feel like they did interesting things as a show.

Vander.

Made a deal with the sheriff. That helped protect the people but wasn't good for the progres sof Zaun as a community/economy.

Silco.

Helped the economy of Zaun. But this really only benefitted the chem barons and himself. The people of Zaun were thrown into addiction and further into poverty.

Sevick.

Never really helps zaun on her own. She will have the opportunity now as a council member. But she mainly helped who she thought was Xauns best choice as a leader; Vander, Silco, then Jinx.

Chem barons.

We don't see them too much. But pretty sure they were kidnapping children in s2. Using child labor. And creating shimmer. So not helping Zaun.

Jayce.

He is interesting. Bc he fights for Zaun for a minute. Then, he kills a kid. And gives up. Then decides the best option is to hand zaun over to Silco. Who is not helping Zaun either. So he is just kinda throwing the problem away instead of working to fix it.

Viktor.

WANTS to help Zaun. But never does. Bc of piltover politics, hextech is to help piltover first. And jayce doesn't help in this matter.

The Council.

Not helping Zaun. Also SUPER ignorant to what is going on. Bc the last 2 sheriff's made deals with Zaunites to keep the council out of their business.

Cassandra Kiramman.

She cleaned the air. She is definitely ignorant of what is going on. But used her power and money to clean the air of Zaun bc she believed they deserved clean air.

Vi.

Doesn't help Zaun. Listen. This isn't a shot. It makes perfect sense. She gives herself up in s1 to stop a war between Zaun and piltover, bc of Powder. She always picks her family first. And then she spends 7 years in prison and is released into a world she doesn't know. She has no obligation to Zaun and I do not expect her to fight for Zaun.

Ekko.

Fights for Zaun. Like fully. Best boy. He is trying to stop the distribution of shimmer. But. Here is Ekkos but. He isn't powerful enough to stop it/ take on silco. He is focused on a brighter future. And it trying his hardest.

Caitlyn.

Ooo caitlyn. Actually, tries to help Zaun. Don't freak. It's true. She completes 2 of her 3 goals. Eliminates shimmer production. And the chembarons. Which is 2 things that are not good for the people of Zaun. Her methods are ehhh. But in reality. Ekko couldn't stop the source of his issues being shimmer, silco, and the chem barons. But Caitlyn does. But she also helps ambessa with martial law. Which is bad. But then she stops the use of solitary cells in stillwater. She also is the person who gives them a council seat.

Caitlyns journey with Zaun to me is so interesting. Bc in s1. We see her eyes open and her want to help is there. Then Jinx kills her mother. And she STRUGGLES. understandable. And she makes bad decisions. But then at the end she's making decisions to help zaun.

Jinx.

Helps Zaun on Accident. Yes. It needs to be said. Love her. But she had zero intentions of helping them. She becomes a symbol of hope bc she's the zaunite who attacked piltover TWICE and didn't get caught. But the first time was literally in anger about what they had done to her. And the second time was bc they were looking for her. When asked to help Zaun she said no. In fact she only helps AFTER Isha gets kidnapped. Then walks into those cells like a hero. When the only reason she is there is for Isha.

She is like Katniss Everdeen. Her goals are like survive and help little sister. And everyone around them are like... wow what a rebellious symbol. And I love this about them both. It's so real. Like i feel like alot of people who are symbols. Dont choose to be. And thats Jinx.

I just kinda wanted to talk about this. And see what other people thought. Mainly bc I feel like there is this standard of who helped zaun. And so much is overlooked or embellished.

#arcane #caitlyn kiramman #vi #vander #silco #jayce #viktor #ekko #jinx #sevika #cassandra kiramman

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drewsbuzzcut · 4 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/drewsbuzzcut/771910257659248640/i-dont-think-i-ever-talked-about-mat-and-model?source=share

I would love a little blurb about them finding out, or maybe Mat going all out for their baby boy

Not edited so sorry about that! Here’s Mat and model finding out that Nolan is a boy!

“Would you like to find out the gender?” The sonographer asks.

The question catches you off guard. At the moment you’re still relishing in the sound of your baby’s heartbeat and the tears it brings to Mat’s eyes. You didn’t even realize that you’d be able to know the gender. You don’t know if you want to know, or if Mat wants to know.

You turn your face towards his, eyes finding his immediately and it’s all the assurance you need.

You both nod and say a nervous, “yes.”

After a pause that seemed to last forever, you hear the words, “it’s a boy.”

Everything seems to fall away except for Mat whose large hand is wrapped around yours, squeezing tightly.

“I knew it!” Your boyfriend is the first to speak, shock and elation laced in his voice.

“A boy?” You whisper more to yourself than anyone else.

“Yeah, baby. A baby boy,” he says with a giggle.

Mat leans closer to you, pushing some of your hair back and taking the time to gauge your reaction. Tears gather in yours eyes and you let your bottom lip free from the confines of your teeth. A soft sob mixed with a laugh bubbles from your chest, and you quickly bring Mat into a hug.

“Oh my god! We’re having a boy! Barzy, you were right all along,” you gasp, tightening your hold around his back.

“What can I say? Dad’s intuition,” he teased cockily and you can clearly picture his smirk.

Later in the day Mat decided to go out for some things for baby boy. Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling and you feel as if your heart could burst from all the excitement. Your pregnancy just became a lot more real now that you know what you’re having.

A text is sent to you from Mat to open the door because his hands will be full. You’re not even sure what he was supposed to be buying.

You open the door in a haste, excitedly jumping in place, ready to see your man.

“Car seat and paint secured,” he grins as he walks through the door with a big box in one arm and two pails of paint in the other.

“The blue paint we picked out?” You ask excitedly and grin so happily once you see that the paint and car seat are both exactly what you wanted.

“I also got the darker blue in case you wanted to go through with the stripes,” he hums nonchalantly.

“Ugh you’re so sexy right now,” you sigh, falling against the doorframe as you gawk at Mat.

Mat cocks an eyebrow at you, but then shoots you an even sexier smirk.

“I was thinking maybe we could do a hockey theme. Is that too predictable for us? I just really think it’d be cute. Plus we could put the hockey puck jelly cat in there,” Mat suggests in a ramble that makes you blush. He’s too cute.

“I think a hockey theme is fun. A little on brand, but we can make it super cute. I love that you’re so involved,” you whisper, tucking your hands underneath his shirt to feel his skin.

“Why wouldn’t I be involved?” He places his face in the crook of your neck, pecking you until you’re giggling.

“It’s just been a little hard with the roadies, but I appreciate that you’re still very present even when you’re working hard off the ice. I love you so much,” you say against his cheek, trailing your lips over to his.

“I love you and baby boy, so much.” You smile blissfully, but quickly resume your kiss.

A fiery need sparks within you as Mat’s tongue explores your mouth and his hands grasp at your hips and ass.

“I’m going to make his nursery everything you’ve ever wanted,” the hockey player states.

You swoon, knees like jello as you let him spin you around.

“I’m going to need you to do that quickly, because I desperately need you in our bed, in me,” you hum in his ear, long nails scratching his seemingly sensitive abdomen.

“Yes, ma’am,” he nods.

You nod back and with a soft slap to his chest, you walk away.

“Let’s get moving, hotshot,” you shout.

His footsteps follow immediately.

#visceral in doses #visceral in doses blurbs

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talonabraxas · 10 months ago

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Etz Chaim 'Celestial Tree of Life'

THE KABBALISTS' CONCEPTION OF THE NATURE OF GOD

The Kabbalists speak of God in two ways which in no wise impair the unity of their thought. When they attempt to define God, when they distinguish His attributes, and wish to give us a precise idea of His nature, they speak in the language of metaphysics, with all the lucidity permissible in matters of such nature and by the idiom in which they are expressed. But sometimes they represent the divinity as a being which can not be comprehended at all, a being that lives always above all the forms with which our imagination may clothe it. In the latter case all their expressions are poetical and figurative, and then they combat, as it were, imagination with the weapons of imagination; then all their efforts tend to destroy anthropomorphism by giving it such gigantic proportions, that the frightened mind can find no term of comparison, and is compelled to rest in the idea of the Infinite.

The Crown is the source from which an unending light springs forth, and therefore the name 'Infinite' ‏אין סוף‎ (Ayn Sof), to designate the Supreme Cause for in that state it has neither form nor countenance; therefore, there is no means of comprehending it, and no way of knowing it; and it is in this sense that it is said: 'Meditate not upon the thing that is too far above thee, and investigate not what is covered from thee.' Then a vessel comes into existence, as restricted in dimensions as a point--as the letter ‏י‎ (Yod)--in which, nevertheless, the divine light penetrates. This is the source of wisdom, it is wisdom, by virtue of which the supreme cause takes the name of the all-wise God. After which it constructs a great vessel like the sea, called the intelligence, whence the name of God the 'Intelligent.' We must know, however, that God is good and wise by virtue of Himself; for wisdom does not deserve its name because of itself, but because of Him Who is wise, and Who produces wisdom from the light emanated from Him. Neither is intelligence conceivable by itself, but through Him Who is the Intelligent One, and Who replenishes it from His own substance. He need only to withdraw to let it dry out entirely. In this sense we should also understand the following words (Job XIV, 11): 'The waters run off from the sea and the river faileth and drieth up.'

"Finally, the sea is divided into seven branches, and from these result the seven precious vessels called Mercy or Grandeur, Justice or Strength, Beauty, Triumph, Glory, Kingdom and the Foundation or Basis. For that reason He is called the Great or the Merciful, the Strong, the Magnificent, the God of Victory, the Creator to whom belongs all glory, and the foundation of all things. This last attribute sustains all the others, as well as all the worlds. Last of all, He is also the king of the universe; for all things are in His power. He can diminish the number of the vessels, and He can increase the light which breaks forth from them, or the contrary if He deems preferable."

-The Kabbalah or, The Religious Philosophy of the Hebrews by Adolphe Franck

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eri-pl · 8 months ago

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Silm reread 11: Men! And the Noldor again!

AKA the part where Fefe dies and Angrod is made by the narrative to look like a fool and Turgon needs a manual

So we apparently switch to another source or at least another editor, because it starts with "the Valar made the sun and stopped caring (except Ulmo) and the only thing protecting the land from Morgoth's rule was the courage of the Noldor". Which may be factual but doesn't sound like something we would get in the narration in one of the previous parts. Huh.

Ulmo tries to teach Men, Men are too dumb. :)

In the First Age Men and Elves do not differ in height or physical strength. Elves are more skilled and beautiful, and the Eldar are (taller? more powerful in another sense? translation unclear :( )

Elves do not die of diseases, but it seems like they may get sick, maybe. They do look like Men, but this will change as their spirits remodel their bodies. But Men are weaker (less buff?), die more easily (also from wounds etc), and heal less easily.

Earendil, Elwing and Elrond mentioned as having full effective-Elvenship, which confirms that all other half-elves (Dior, Nimloth, Dior's twins, also any hypothetical half-elves) do not. But unclear what this means.

Return of the Gnomes Noldor

Wait, does Fefe land his ships on the Morgoth-screamed-like-a-kid-because-spider Land? :D

Second Battle (First one was the Sindar), the Noldor are OP and awesome, light of Aman and what not. An army that has been besieging Cirdan is called back to attack them and Celegorm intercepts it and defeats it.

In ten days, Morgoth's army is reduced to almost zero.

Feanáro expects too see Morgoth just round the corner and chases the orcs laughing and congratulating himself on his courage and disregard of the Valar (it is in the text) and is very brave and strong, but mortally wounded anyway, by Gothmog himself.

Also: Balrogs > Ungoliant and SoF > Balrogs, which is pretty cool for the sons of Feanor. Ungoliant had fire vulnerability, but still, it does look cool.

Fefe dies looking at Thrangorodrim, because revenge > anything else, apparently. Realizes it is impossible for the Noldor to conquer it. And regardless he tells his sons to re-swear the Oath and to avange him. (Also, he curses Morgoth again, three times)

Sindar and Noldor have a language difference, and I've mentioned it with the Dwarves already, but Sindarin seems easy to learn.

The initial assumption (of the Sindar and Dark Elves) is that the Noldor came ordered by the Valar to help them.

Just as Fefe dies, an emissary comes to invite his sons to a parlay. Maedhros convinces his brothers to pretend to want to parlay. I totally forgot that part!!! It is his idea! And as we all know, both sides betray the agreement, but Morgoth side does it with more success. He ordered to capture Maedhros alive (I'm not sure what is the main reason for that).

The other 6 fortify and do not want further "negotiations", this sounds like it's all happening very fast, but then the timelines suggest it took years. Morgoth demands the Noldor get out, they do not because they know he won't let Mae go anyway. After it's clear the talking is over, Mae is hung at the cliff. Which suggests to me he hung there for most of his capture.

There's tension, Fingolfin thinks that all 8 burned the ships together, his host is numerous and angry. Doom of the Noldor starts acting and instead of cooperation, there are tensions. And the SoF are too ashamed of their treason to go talk with the newcomers openly. :(

Fingon and Maedhros are… it reads as they had more or less officially unfriended each other at some point in Valinor, because of all the stuff between their fathers. Fingolfin doesn't know Maedhros opposed the ship-burning. He thinks Maedhros sees him as an enemy or at elast a jerk. Still, he goes to save him. I love this.

The song-rescue!!!

Oh, the song-rescue. I am so insane about this trope. It's just so— I don't know how to even call it. Not only this one scene (or the other two), but this scheme in general, I do have a thing about it. Very much. But tbh it's one of the things where my love for it is in big part "non-canon, very niche connections I make about it". Same as with…. most things I like in the Silm, probably. Hmm.

Also, let's have a moment for Mae, seriously. The rescue scene is so … poor Mae. And it is not even the worst part of "fate awaited him with fell purpose" :(

Yea, Manwe still cares about the exiled Noldor no matter what Namo's intern said. :D (yes this is a hc, because I do not imagine Namo saying something that isn't literally true)

Mae survives only because he's supercharged after having spent a long time in Valinor. (I'll need a better mental model of how it works, but I'm pretty sure it's the same thing that made Luthien die faster on the Silmaril and makes mortals allegedly die faster in Valinor, it's just different for Elves. But I wouldn't be surprised if later the Eldar faded faster than the Dark Elves)

Meadhros apologizes for ship-burning and gives the crown to Fingolfin (I for some reason misremembered it as Fingon. Huh.)

Thingol is not entirely happy about guys wanting to establish their own kingdoms, does not open his borders to them (for this reason, I think) and does not open the Girdle (because Morgoth). This is probably still when he assumes that the Noldor were sent to Beleriand by the Valar. So, it is … not terrible, but probably not a fully nice behavior either. Especially including his friendship with Finwë. On the other hand, maybe Melian already does have a hunch that something shady is going on with the Noldor.

He invites Finarfin-s family, because their mom (Earwen) was Olwë's daughter??? I forgot that part. Oh. this must have been awkward.

Angrod talks with thingol and does not mention the kinslaying, Oath and all the jazz, because "he thought it was ok now"? Excuse me, narrative, what? I need this in English, I'm not sure what even it's saying exactly.

Fortunately, much text of the Silm is Googleable.

he spoke long with the King, telling him of the deeds of the Noldor in the north, and of their numbers, and of the ordering of their force; but being true, and wisehearted, and thinking all griefs now forgiven, he spoke no word concerning the kinslaying, nor of the manner of the exile of the Noldor and the oath of Fëanor.

It does not help. He thinks the grieves are forgiven by whom? The Valar? The Teleri? Iluvatar? (who was mentioned in the Oath, it turns out, just the Polish translation misses this).

Like, ok, Professor, I get that you want Angrod to not be a liar (because he's son of Finarfin and they're the good ones) but also Thingol to not know about the shady parts, but I don't think it works. It just makes Angrod look really stupid at best.

Thingol lats the Noldor settle in the free parts of the land, to protect the settlements of his subjects. Makes sense to me. Also reminds them that he's the king of Beleriand, which sounds rather too proud, but again, nothing more than being a bit of a jerk. The Feanorians are upset.

Maedhros calls him a fake king (affectionate) and Caranthir (who we are told is a jerk in general) gets angry and disses the Arafinweans. Maedhros puts him in his place (which is important to note, because it makes me assume he generally puts his brother in place, eg Celegorm after Luthien probably even if it's not said in the text)

Maedhros is cool, he is friends with cousins… ut he is oath-bound as we are ominously reminded.

Oh, so here it is about Caranthir and money. He disses Dwarves but as they both hate Morgoth, they decide to fight against him by… making Caranthir the sole sales representative of the Dwarves.

The feast of peace! We have M&M (no other brothers, maybe because they are less diplomatic), some Sindar, Cirdan&friends, less important Elves Green Elves, and from Doriath we get Mablung and Dearon.

So yes, Maglor and Daeron get to meet each other.

The Noldor are great at crafts and lore, but Maglor is the greatest minstrel among them. The Sindar wre great at music, but Daeron is the greatest scholar among them. Oh, the cultural exchange when they two get drunk and argue about what tuning is better invent modern music theory and what not. I don't care for the alliances and stuff, but give me a fic of those two just talking music theory and similar things.

Also, many oaths of firendship and alliance were made — I guess the idea of swearing oaths is not traumatic yet. Makes sense. We are early in the timeline, before lost battles and most mass murders.

Here we get the difference in language-learning between Noldor and Sindar.

Turgon and Finrod get visions from Ulmo, each one assumes he's the only one to get it. I like Silm more than LotR, and Silm characters more than LotR characters on average, but at least iirc Boromir and Faramir talked to each other. :D

Finrod visits Thingol, makes Nargothrond, the Dwarves help and in the published vevrsion there is no conflict at any point between them. Finrod gives them a lot of gems, the Dwarves give him Nauglamir, it's pretty and one-size-fits-all, and magically light.

Meanwhile, Galadriel gets married and becomes Melian's student.

Turgon is less effective at hidden-city-making than Finrod and Ulmo has to tell him what exactly to do. It's not really stupid or anything, but kind of funny and I will laugh at Turgon for needing a how-to. :)

Another won battle (third one). fingolfin says Morgoth will never be able to break the siege. Ironic how it is him to say that. Both because what happens later and because he's called "Wise Finwë".

Also, Morgoth does have some intel because he regularly captures some Eldar alive and asks them questions. So he isn't completely dumb yet. Years pass, we get baby Glaurung. It's like 400 years from coming of the Noldor? And still nobody told Thingol (and probably any other non-Elda) about the problematic parts. This is weird.

Here we get the comparision of Noldor and Sindar skills and preferences. Also, they do merge in some settlements into effectively one nation, speaking Sindarin.

Also, a note about the ban (which will come later): Sindarin was the common language at this point anyway, becase the Noldor learned it easily and the Sindar learned quanya with difficulty. So, Thingol's ban was more of a formality than a practical issue.

It was as if Thingol put a "I hate the kinslayers" decoration on his Facebook picture. This kind of gesture. At least that's how it seems to me from what I've already reread.

#silm reread #thingol #angrod #maedhros #fingon #fingolfin #earwen #finrod #galadriel #turgon #nargothrond #maglor #daeron #caranthir #eri reads the legendarium

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schizo-bbgs · 1 year ago

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How did you study about military gear? I'm currently trying & searching sources and looking for some tips.

I really like your work btw. Keep going✨️

Hi! Thank you so much, I'm excited to share some knowledge with someone. <3 I tried summing up methods that have helped me the most: 1. lots of research (vids, blogs, magazines, loadout lists,...) 2. store/product photos 3. military photos (not airsoft!) 4. damtoy loadout showcase vids I first started off with doing extensive research on cod operators. Cosplay guides by shadeops21 (DeviantArt) are a huge help with the most accurate loadout lists.

Next step was looking up product photos & studying the functions, shapes, different angles. Store/product photos are my most used refs, they're in high resolution & you'll see every detail thanks to a well lit environment. I also collect military pics in one huge folder, not only for pose refs & inspo, but also as refs on how the gear is used. Product photos will lay flat, worn gear will always look different!

Make sure to learn how to differentiate airsoft from real military pics, airsofters (except for dedicated reenactors/milsimers) tend to have wacky tastes (ugly, black amazon gear and fake, glowing NVGs,...).

The gear of Damtoys is incredibly accurate & precise, watching videos of the dolls being dressed will also give you an idea on how accs (pouches, glow sticks, radio systems, ...) are attached to the equipment.

My strongest interests lay in SOF, so I'll also collect magazines with expert info, insights & loadout descriptions (K-ISOM (German) SPECIAL OPS (Polish)). To my advantage, I do have friends who are either huge military nerds or in active duty, I'll sometimes ask them questions and learn about the features and (dis)advantages of various pieces of gear. It's a life hack, but you'll achieve your goal either way if you're determined!

After you got a feel for the basics, you can start accommodating knowledge. Study drawing/recognizing the most used equipment first, western modern kits are very repetitive (as the products are so good, they don't need to be replaced). Headsets: 3M Peltor ComTac, Sordin, Ops-Core AMP Helmets: Ops-Core, Crye AirFrame, Team Wendy, MICH 2000 Plate carriers: Crye JPC, Crye AVS, First Spear, Lindnerhof, AGILITE, LBT Slick & 6094 Gloves: Oakleys, PIG FDT Alpha, Mechanix, Petzl, Nomex flight gloves, Outdoor Research Ironsight After that you can start looking up more niche or less iconic brands and gear, you'll be a nerd in no time. I hope this is helpful and I'm sorry for the late reply. If you ever need help or info on something, feel free to dm me on Twitter or Tumblr!

#tutorial #military gear #tactical art

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its-all-or-nothing94 · 2 years ago

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Racing Hearts - Part 4 // Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: The first encounter with being in the public eye - and you're not to happy about it. But also: FIRST DAY ON THE PADDOCK!

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: Pure Fluff and some snuggling

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

A/N: So, we are on our first day on the paddock :) AND I'M SO EXCITED THAT IT'S RACEWEEKEND AGAIN! (not only in my story)

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional, and any character portrayals are just how I wrote them - hence fictional! I don't know them, except my OCs.

Tagging: @liebgotts-lovergirl, @softly-writes, @bellewintersroe, @faithm120601, @needtokeepfeelingsincheck, @bbygrllllllll

After your wonderful date, you woke up with a big smile plastered on your face, but just as the day before, Sofia came jumping into your room.

"Holy sweet cheeks, you are already famous!" she exclaimed, and you looked at her confused.

"What the hell are you talking about, Sof?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

Sofia took out her phone and held it into your face. "About this, silly. They wrote about you. In the news !!"

You took Sofia's phone and stared at the tabloid.

Love Afloat: Charles Leclerc's Yacht Romance with Mystery Blonde - Is Isabella Rossi History? Monaco's beloved racer, Charles Leclerc, was seen sharing an intimate moment on his yacht with a stunning unknown blonde beauty. The pair seemed to be in a world of their own as they exchanged a passionate kiss under the Mediterranean sun. But what about his long-term relationship with glamorous model Isabella Rossi? Have the winds of change blown a new love into Charles's life? Our exclusive sources reveal that the young couple's romance has hit the rocks, with whispers of tension and heated arguments. Could this encounter with the mysterious blonde be a sign of moving on? We can't help but wonder - is Charles Leclerc ready to sail away from the past and embrace a new adventure with this enchanting stranger? Stay tuned as we keep you updated on all the juicy details!

You sat up straight in your bed, reading the article. "What the fuck! What is this?"

Sofia cocked an eyebrow. "This, my dear, is called being in the spotlight."

"What? I mean... why?" you asked, giving Sofia back her phone.

"Because you, sweetie, are dating Charles Leclerc. That's why." Sofia lay down on your bed, looking through the article again.

"We're not dating. We're just..."

"Snuggling?"

You took your pillow and threw it at Sofia, who looked at you shocked, but then you two started laughing.

"Just ignore it, okay? They write about everything they can get their hands on", Sofia assured you and you thought about it. You tried not to let this get to you.

The days passed, and Charles and you spent a lot of time together. He showed you all his favorite spots and places you would've never seen as a normal tourist.

As Monaco race week approached, Charles had to focus on the race more and more, and he had less time to spend with you. At that time, he sent you random cute texts to let you know that he was thinking of you.

You felt like you were in a dream, watching from the sidelines as Charles worked hard to prepare for the race. You knew how important this was to him, but it was hard not to feel a little left behind.

You didn't take it too personally, as you spent the days with Sofia and, to your surprise, also with Lorenzo, who was with them a lot since the encounter at Jimmy'z.

One morning Sofia and you went shopping to get new clothes for the race, as the brunette stated. And by shopping, Sofia meant raiding her father's store, among others.

When you approached Starbucks for a coffee, you almost collided with someone, and as you looked up, it was no other than Isabella. Charles's ex.

She looked you up and down, clearly remembering you. "Well, would you look at that? This is the new one I told you about", she said to her posse, and they giggled.

"This? You're telling me that Charles is dating this?" her friend said, and you and Sofia exchange a gaze.

"Yes, apparently. But don't worry. As soon as he realizes that that isn't good enough for him, he will come crawling right back to me", Isabella said, giving you a dirty look.

Sofia snorted, amused. "Wow, you really are as conceited as I thought you would be." She stood closer to Isabella, since she was almost as tall as Isabella. "Let me tell you one thing, starveling, just stay away from my girl here, and it would be best if you would from Charles, too. He is with her now, and he is as happy as he can be."

Isabella lost her face for a millisecond before she smirked at Sofia. "And what if I don't?"

Sofia snorted again. "If I see you near Y/N, I'll promise you, you won't recognize your face in a mirror for a long time."

Isabella and Sofia gave each other an eye duel before Isabella turned around and walked away with her posse.

"You know, you don't have to defend me, right? I'm more than capable of doing that myself."

Sofia chuckled. "I know, but little Miss My-Daddy-paid-for-my-modeling-career doesn't need to know that for now, does she?"

You and Sofia looked at each other and then laughed. "You're right."

As you and Sofia walked through the bustling paddock during Monaco Raceweek, your excitement was palpable. The atmosphere was electrifying, with the sounds of engines and the energy of the racing world surrounding them. The VIP and Ferrari pass that Charles had given them made you feel both special and a bit nervous, being amidst all the action.

As you turned a corner, they spotted Pierre chatting with some of the team members near the Scuderia Ferrari garage. He was wearing his Alpine Shirt. You exchanged a quick glance with Sofia, who offered a reassuring smile.

Pierre turned and noticed the two familiar faces approaching him. His eyes widened in surprise, and then a warm grin spread across his face. "Well, well, look who we have here!" he exclaimed, giving you and Sofia a playful wink.

You smiled back, relieved by Pierre's friendly greeting. "Hey, Pierre! It's great to see you again."

Sofia chimed in, "We're so excited to be at the Monaco Grand Prix. This whole experience is unbelievable."

Pierre gestured towards the garage, his excitement evident. "Welcome to the heart of Formula 1, ladies. It's the most prestigious race of the season, and it's going to be one hell of a weekend."

As they chatted, you noticed Charles making his way toward you, and your heart fluttered with excitement. He looked dashing in his Ferrari team attire, and your smile grew even wider. Charles gave Pierre a nod of acknowledgment before his gaze locked onto yours.

"Hey," Charles said warmly, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. "I see you've met Pierre again." He winked at his best friend, knowing well of your past playful banter.

You laughed, feeling more at ease with Pierre around. "Yes, and he's been showing us around the paddock. It's incredible!"

"Wait till you see the race," Charles said, a sparkle in his eyes. "It's going to be something else."

Pierre, ever the teasing friend, leaned in and grinned. "So, Charles, you didn't tell me you had such beautiful company joining us today."

Charles rolled his eyes but chuckled. "You know Y/N, and you know Sofia. They're here to enjoy the race."

Pierre raised his hands in mock defense. "I'm just saying, it's not every day we have two stunning ladies on the paddock."

Sofia laughed at the playful banter between the two friends while you blushed, feeling both flattered and a little bashful. You knew that Pierre was teasing, since you also knew that a lot of celebrities are attending the Formula 1 races, especially in Monaco.

As the day at the paddock drew to a close, it was time for you and Sofia to bid farewell to Pierre. You exchanged warm hugs and promises to catch up again soon. After Pierre left, Charles led them to the prestigious Ferrari motorhome, an exclusive area where the team members relaxed and strategized during the race weekend.

"Welcome to our humble abode," Charles said with a grin, gesturing toward the impressive motorhome.

You and Sofia stepped inside, your eyes widening in awe at the luxurious interior. Charles introduced you to some of the Ferrari team members, who greeted you warmly. Then, he led you to meet Carlos Sainz, his teammate.

"Hey, Carlos, these are some friends of mine, Y/N and Sofia," Charles said, smiling.

Carlos shook your hands with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you both. I see Charles wanted you to have the supreme package."

You chuckled. "Oh, he's certainly not shy about it."

Sofia laughed, playfully nudging you. "And she's not shy about teasing him either. It's great to meet you, Carlos."

Carlos and Sofia seemed to hit it off immediately, engaging in lively conversation about the race, their experiences, and their interests outside of Formula 1. You couldn't help but smirk as you noticed the ease with which they connected.

Charles looked on, amused by the interaction between his teammate and Sofia. "Looks like you two are getting along well," he remarked.

Carlos nodded, grinning. "Yeah, Sofia is fun to talk to. You've got good taste in friends, Charles."

"Hey, I know," Charles replied with a playful wink, looking at you.

As the evening progressed, you and Sofia enjoyed spending time with the Ferrari team, soaking in the atmosphere of camaraderie and excitement. You were treated to a delicious snack and even got to see the team strategizing and preparing for the upcoming race.

As it was getting later, Charles walked up to you while Sofia was once again talking to Carlos.

"So... What do you say? Want to come over tonight?" he asked, and you looked at him a little surprised.

Before you could answer something, Sofia ran up to her. "OMG, Y/N, Carlos asked me out to dinner. You don't mind, do you?" she asked, and you looked at her.

"Of course not! Have fun!", you said and pushed Sofia in Carlos's direction. The two were talking and then said their goodbyes.

"So, does that mean you have time?" Charles asked, and you smiled.

"Apparently, I do."

Charles smiled and walked out of the paddock with you, leading you to his car. You were photographed as you left the paddock, and you tried to lower your head as best as you could. Charles led you to his car, and then you drove to his apartment.

As you entered, Charles put his things down and looked at you. "So, what do you wanna do?"

You smiled and looked around in his living room, especially at the big TV. You grinned at Charles, and he understood.

"Movie night it is", he smiled. He walked over to his room. "Do you want something more comfortable to wear?" he asked you from the bedroom.

"Oh, that would be great", you answered, and he stood in the door with some short sweatpants and a shirt. You took them and smiled at him.

"You can change in there. I'll put on something more comfortable as well", he said, pointing at the clothes in his hands as he made his way to the bathroom.

You went into his bedroom, changing into more comfortable clothes. You put her hair in a messy bun and decided to remove your makeup. Since you felt that comfortable with Charles, you didn't care.

As you stepped out of the bedroom again, Charles was already lighting some candles and his cozy living room, dimly lit by the soft glow of flickering candles strategically placed around the room. The evening sun has set, and the darkness outside is met with the warm ambiance inside.

Then you heard a popping coming from the kitchen when you smiled at Charles. "I see, you are prepared" you grinned, and he nodded.

"Hey, no movie without popcorn", he smiled, and then he realized that you were purely natural now, with no make-up and your hair in a messy bun. And he loved it.

He finished preparing the popcorn before hopping onto the couch and patting next to himself to invite you to sit with him. You smiled and sat down next to him as he spread a blanket over you.

"So, what movie should we watch?" Charles asked, looking at you with a playful grin.

Your face lit up with excitement, and you couldn't hide your enthusiasm for fantasy movies. "Oh, there are so many great ones to choose from! How about 'Lord of the Rings'? Or 'Harry Potter'? Or maybe 'The Chronicles of Narnia'?"

Charles chuckled, realizing that you had a vast selection of fantasy movies to choose from. "You really love your fantasy, don't you?" he teased.

You nodded eagerly, "Absolutely! I love the magical worlds and the epic adventures. It's like escaping to another realm."

Charles chuckled and looked at you with adoration, as you were already dipping into a different world. "Which one is your favorite?"

You looked at him, blushing. "Well, my all-time favorite is still Y/F/M, I guess", you said shyly, and he got up from the couch, and to your surprise, he put it in.

"Y/F/M it is", he said and sat back down.

You smiled warmly at him and then cuddled closer to him so that your bodies touched. As the movie went on, you got closer and closer to each other so that when the movie was almost finished, Charles had his arm around your back, softly caressing the skin on your back, as your shirt slid up a little and you had your head on his chest and one leg over his, breathing in his scent.

As the movie night comes to an end, you and Charles find yourselves wrapped in each other's embrace, still feeling the excitement and emotions of the films you watched. The closeness you shared during the movie has intensified your feelings for each other, and the atmosphere in the room becomes charged with undeniable chemistry.

Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and you both feel the spark between you grow stronger. Your hands gently explore each other's bodies, and your hearts race with desire. However, amidst the passion, your voice breaks the moment.

"Charles," you whispers, your breath slightly uneven. "I... I'm not ready to take this step yet."

Charles stops immediately, understanding the importance of your words. He pulls back, looking into your eyes with genuine care and respect. "Y/N, I completely understand. We don't have to rush anything. I want to be with you, but only when you're ready."

You smiled gratefully, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. You appreciated Charles's understanding and the fact that he respected your boundaries. "Thank you, Charles. I really care about you, and I don't want to ruin what we have by rushing things."

Charles caressed your cheek tenderly, "You won't ruin anything. I'm here for you, and I want to take things at your pace. We'll always communicate openly and honestly about what we're comfortable with."

You pushed yourself up a little and gave him another tender kiss. "You are just the perfect gentleman, aren't you?"

Charles chuckled. "What can I say? My Mom had some strong opinions when it came to her parenting."

You smiled. "And what about your dad?" You noticed an immediate shift in his demeanor, and your smile faded. "Sorry, I didn't mean to overstep."

"You didn't", Charles said softly, smiling at you with a sad smile. "It's just that my Dad died a few years ago. He was really sick and well..." Charles sighed. "He is the reason I am what I am now."

You looked at Charles and caressed his chest, comforting him. "I'm sorry about your Dad, Charles."

"It's okay... Well, it was hard, but we managed." He cleared his throat and pulled you a little closer. "What about your family? I never asked. How are they feeling about you, being gone for so long?"

You chuckled. "Well, I'm really close to my Mom. It was always us two against the world." You averted your gaze slightly and pressed your lips together. "My Dad... Well, let's just say he's gone for a long time."

Charles realized that you didn't want to talk about it further and accepted it. "So, do you wanna watch another one or head to bed?" he asked instead.

You looked at your phone for the time and then stood up slowly. You stretched out your hand to Charles to pull him to his feet. "Bed it is. You have a tough day tomorrow, Mr."

Charles laughed and stood up as well. You put out all the candles and the electronics before heading to bed. You snuggled up to Charles as he opened his arms warmly for you. You could hear his heartbeat and just felt comfortable.

As you lay in each other's arms, Charles took a deep breath, gathering the courage to ask the question that's been on his mind. He looked into your eyes, a mix of vulnerability and hope in his gaze.

"Y/N, I've been thinking a lot about us, about where this is going," he began softly. "And I know it's still early, but I can't help but wonder what you see for us in the future."

Your heart skipped a beat at his question, and you appreciated his willingness to discuss your relationship openly. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, wanting to be honest with him.

"I've been thinking about it too," you admitted, your voice steady. "And I have to be honest with you, Charles. When we started this whole thing, I wasn't looking for anything serious. I wasn't prepared for the way I'm feeling about you now."

Charles nodded, understanding where you were coming from. "I felt the same way, to be honest. I never expected to fall for someone that quickly, especially with my career and everything that comes with it. But being with you has changed everything, Y/N. You've become such an important part of my life."

You smiled softly, feeling a warmth in your heart. "You're important to me too, Charles. That's why I'm worried about how all of this will work out. Your career is incredible, and I don't want to be the reason you miss out on anything."

He took her hand, gently intertwining your fingers. "Y/N, you're not holding me back. I want to be with you, no matter what. Yes, my career can be demanding, and there will be challenges, but I believe we can face them together."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love in his gaze. "I want to be with you, too," you said softly. "But I'm just scared of how it might change things."

Charles nodded, understanding your fears. "It's natural to be scared, Y/N. But we don't have to figure it all out right now. Let's take it one step at a time, enjoy being together, and see where life takes us. And if at any point you feel overwhelmed or unsure, we'll talk about it, okay?"

Your heart swelled with love for this understanding man. "Okay," you replied, a small smile forming on your lips. "I'd like that."

He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Good, because I really care about you, Y/N. And I want to be there for you, no matter what."

You cuddled closer, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

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