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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: Lights Out {4}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: The triple header is turbulent with some serious bad luck hitting your Monégasque man. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, angst, smut WC: 3k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out One || Two || Three || Four || Five

The Triple Header - Austin

Between the distraction of Lando and Charles arriving together, and Daniel making his grand return for Alpha Tauri, you were able to sneak into the paddock through the secondary staff entrance. You were sweating beneath the hoodie that swamped you but as soon as you were in the McLaren garage you took it off.

“This feels weird,” you murmured as you watched Lando get into his racing gear.

“It will probably take a while to get used to,” he said, kissing you as he reached for his balaclava. “But you heard what the doctors said, it’s a miracle we didn’t lose her with what happened. You know how hard the races are on our bodies.”

“I understand that, but it still feels weird. I don’t like missing out on things.” You sighed and opened the door for Jon who was waiting for Lando to start his warm up. “I’m going to check in on Charles. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Though you could hide in Charles’ garage for the race there was nowhere to hide when Lando pulled into the third place parking spot. There was nothing that was going to stop you from waiting with the rest of his team and between your mother and his father, they kept you safe from the jostling engineers eager to clap their driver on the back.

Everything seemed to be going great and you had avoided all the media crews wanting to get a statement. You had to admit it was satisfying to watch Aston Martin struggle to pull 9th place for Lance and a DNF for Fernando so it was a good thing a microphone didn’t come close to you.

Everything was going great as you and Charles watched Lando take the podium before they both went to shower and change. Unfortunately word came that there had been two disqualifications. Charles seemed to have a sixth sense when bad news was coming and his smile dimmed before his engineer even relayed the information. Charles and Lewis were both disqualified.

Sinking into the couch in Lando’s room, he hung his head in his hands and sighed. The sound made your heart ache and you could feel all the pressure he was under in that heavy exhale. He was already concerned about how his points compared to his teammates but this would make the gap even closer and add to that worry.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you said as you sat beside him, lacing your fingers with his while Lando took his other hand. 

“This sucks,” he groaned before looking at Lando. “At least you’re second place now.”

“Suppose,” he murmured. “Doesn’t feel like I earned it though.”

“You don’t know how much Lewis’ car could have been affected by the worn plank, it might have been a matter of tenths off the second without the proper weight,” you reminded him before biting your lip and looking at Charles. “No offence. It wasn’t your fault anyway, you’re the driver, it’s your mechanics who should be checking that the car meets the regs.”

“I know,” he murmured as rose to his feet. “I’m going to the pit then I’ll head back to the hotel.”

Lando had more media duties expected of him and he nodded his head towards Charles’s back. “Go with him, love, I’ll catch up after.”

You hung back in the shadows while Charles gave a statement in the media pit. You could feel the disappointment in his words but he tried to be positive for his fans and you knew he was a better person than you, because there was no way you could have praised your team in that moment like he did. 

Thinking about your team, you looked over to Fernando who was able to smile despite his DNF. He was just happy to be back in a race car after finding his brief retirement too boring for his liking. Unfortunately the two disqualifications had bumped Lance up higher in the points and he spotted you watching their interview, sending you a cocky smile that had your fist closing. 

“Ready to go?” Charles asked as he was finally free of his duty.

You tore your eyes away from the green uniform across the pit and nodded, grateful for the distraction. “Yeah, glad to go.”

Charles sighed and kissed your forehead as he draped an arm over your shoulder and led the way to the exit. “Me too, mon amour.”

The Triple Header - Mexico

“You look like you could do with a drink,” Lewis said as he joined you on the balcony above the pitland and offered a glass of amber liquid. “Don’t worry, it’s non-alcoholic tequila. It’s the first batch, reserved for special occasions only.”

You took the glass with a small smile. “Thanks, Lewis.”

“Congrats, by the way,” he whispered. 

Your eyes widened in surprise and you almost choked on the smooth drink you had sipped. “For what?” you tried to play off the shock with coyness.

Lewis shrugged and looked down at Charles pacing in the pit lane. The two drivers had bonded over their DQ and it was Lewis who had been able to talk Charles into going out to celebrate Lando’s second place in Austin last week. 

“They aren’t exactly the best at keeping secrets,” he chuckled, turning around to rest his elbows against the rail. “Especially once they’ve had a few drinks.”

“Trust me, I know. It’s only a matter of time until everyone else does too.” You swirled the liquid around the glass, amazed at how much it tasted and looked like the real thing. “I just want to enjoy the little bit of privacy we get for as long as possible.” Lewis coughed a laugh and you rolled your eyes. “I know it’s impossible, but I’m still going to try. ”

“I wish you all the luck in the world, honestly,” he said with a sincere smile. “And if you want any more ‘tequila’ to keep up the ruse, let me know.”

“Thanks.” You smiled at the offer as he pushed off from the rail and made his way down to Mercedes for the race. You felt the cameras on you and couldn’t help raising the glass to them before swallowing the last mouthful. Rumours had been swirling around social media since Fernando replaced you, but that photograph should at least put the brakes on the pregnancy rumours - even if they were true.

“Aren’t you meant to be keeping a low profile?” Lando asked when you stepped into the garage. He nodded his head to the footage of the pit lane on F1 TV and cocked a brow at the shot you took.

“Relax, it’s Lewis’ Agave. It’s really nice too,” you said as you velcroed his collar into place. “It was a gift, along with his congratulations.”

Lando took your hands and held them against his chest. “I’m sorry, it just slipped out.”

“Mhmm, I’ve heard that a few times now,” you chuckled. “I’ll see you after the race, be safe.”

“Always,” he promised, letting you go so you could speak to Charles before he disappeared into the grid. 

Your throat was hoarse by the time the race finished and you hardly looked ladylike like the other WAGs when you celebrated Charles’ third place on the podium. It felt like it had been too long since he last stood up there with Max and you were ecstatic for him after the fight he put up. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you gushed as you sat on Charles’ lap in the bar. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and you could see Lando and Max were well on their way to being drunk but Charles was happier to take it slow with a few beers. “You do realise you have a permanent sober driver for the next six months, you can drink, babe.”

“I know,” Charles chuckled as he watched Lando dance wildly. “But I am happy like this, seeing you and Lando happy.”

“Of course I am happy, I have you and him, and little bean, and Fernando DNF’d…” 

You both watched Lando for a few minutes before Max clamped a hand over his mouth and started to drag him towards the booth you had taken. “Shhh, stop telling people. Ow, did you just bite me?” Max stared at his palm and saw the teeth marks in his skin.

“Mon cher, ça va?”

“I’m fine,” Lando grinned as he unbuttoned one of the few remaining ones on his shirt, baring even more skin that was flushed with colour. “I’m fucking amazing.”

“He was about to tell the whole club about your little surprise,” Max explained as he shook his sore hand out. 

“I hate keeping secrets,” he whined as he shuffled across the booth and under Charles’ arm. You combed your fingers through his damp hair and he pulled your legs over his lap as he snuggled closer. “I just want to scream it to the world.”

“I know you do, mon cher, but not yet. Just a few more weeks and the season is over,” Charles reassured him. “It’s safer this way, you know how crazy it can get with fans.”

He sighed and dropped his head into nook between your neck and Charles, mumbling his agreement but that it still sucked. His racing heart slowed with the hand running calmingly up and down his spine and he eventually looked up with sleepy eyes. “Can we go? My tummy hurts.”

Charles smiled softly and nodded. “I think your head is going to hurt more in the morning.”

The Triple Header - Brazil

One week's good luck was all Charles was given. It was almost as if he was too happy and the universe needed to balance that happiness out. Starting from pole should have given him the best possible chance of holding the lead but then he disappeared from your view on the formation lap. One moment he was in the camera’s view as it panned around the corner and then he was gone, even the cameraman looked confused as he searched for the bright red Ferrari.

“Why the fuck am I so unlucky?!”

The voice in your headset was absolutely broken and the cameraman finally found Charles crashed out - yellow flags flying before the race even began. You only listened long enough to hear that Charles was uninjured before you left the Ferrari garage that you had been watching from.

The back paths were empty with the race gearing up to start without Charles so it was easy to break into a jog. You met him halfway around the track, his helmet still adorning his head that was bent down. He didn’t notice you at first, walking straight past you as he continued his walk of shame back to the pit lane. When you fell into step beside him he almost growled thinking you were a marshal trying to kick up a conversation to get an autograph.

He stumbled to a stop when he saw your face in the narrow slit of his visor. “Amour, what are you doing here?”

You reached for the buckle under the helmet and pulled it over his head, tucking it under your arm while he tugged the balaclava off his face. “I thought you might want some company.”

The whine of the engines spurring their cars off the starting line had Charles flinching and you cradled his face in your palms. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Not your fault the car is a piece of shit,” he murmured as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours until the cars had passed. “We should get back, the team will be wanting a debrief.”

“No, fuck the team. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know, find a priest?”

You chuckled at the seriousness in his tone and shook your head. “I don’t think god has that power. He might have turned water into wine but turning your tractor into a race car might be beyond his capabilities.”

Charles snorted a laugh, taking his helmet back with one hand and holding your hand in the other. “Fine, let’s hope our man has better luck then.”

It was easier to dodge the few fans around the obscure ends of the track but Charles still chose to traipse through the trees instead of the footpath. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone and you respected that as you walked quietly beside him, catching glimpses of the red flags through the mesh fence until you got back to the garages and saw the carnage that had opened the race.

“Where did you want to watch from?”

He looked down the pit lane where Redbull separated McLaren and Ferrari. He was torn between loyalties and your heart ached for him before you made the choice that would hurt least.

“Come on, there’s spare clothes in Lando’s room.”

He kept his head down as you led him into the back of the McLaren motorhome, waving off anyone who attempted to approach him. “It will take a while for them to clean up the mess on the track. Why don’t you shower and change before we go back?”

Charles nodded sullenly while you locked the door to Lando’s driver room but he made no attempt to undress as he stood looking lost and broken. He barely breathed as you dragged the zip down his body, pushing the suit over his shoulders before pulling his fireproof shirt off.

“I wish I knew the magic words to make you feel better,” you murmured as you kissed his collarbone. He hadn’t even started the race but the suits were so hot that his skin tasted salty on your lips. “But, I do know one way to distract you…”

His chest finally moved as your hands dragged the rest of his suit down his muscular legs and you dropped to your knees in front of him. Green eyes darkened as he watched you lick your palm before wrapping your fingers around his cock and stroking him to life. His lips parted when you moistened yours and sealing them around his tip and a soft moan filled the room.

The sounds slowly grew louder as you took him deeper in your mouth and you revelled in the sweet praise he gave. His large hand gripped the back of your head as he surrendered himself to the escape from reality that you offered and you moaned when his cock pulsed with his release. The taste of his come coated your tongue and you swallowed it down before licking your lips clean of the saliva that had run down them.

“Shit,” Charles groaned as the door handle rattled, but it was Lando’s voice on the other side and he relaxed at the sound.

Charles reluctantly stepped into the shower cubicle as you opened the door and Lando stole a kiss as a greeting when he entered. He hadn’t seen Charles but his eyes darted around the room as he tasted the lingering musky residue on your lips, pouting at missing out. “You started without me.”

“You still have a race,” Charles pointed out as he turned on the shower.

Lando’s lips turned down and he took a seat on the couch, pulling you onto his lap so you could both watch Charles shower through the glass window.

“He was rather miserable,” you whispered. “He can’t wait for the season to end.”

Lando could understand why. It was an odd position he found himself in because the more points he scored then the more stress was placed on Charles’ shoulders. It was a double edged sword that he hadn’t quite thought about when he envisioned dating a driver.

“I can’t blame him,” Lando muttered. “Just two more races. Hopefully his team manages to fix the car for them. It sucked seeing him spin off like that. I knew he was fine, but it still freaked me out.”

You saw his worry in the form of a frown and forgot that he had been behind the crash. “We have been lucky there hasn’t been any serious crashes this season,” you mused as you rubbed his frown away. “It was bad enough before, but now…” You placed a hand on your stomach and shook your head. “I never want to know that kind of worry.”

There weren’t any words of solace he could find without lying so instead he distracted you from the thoughts with a searing kiss. Soon Charles stepped out of the shower with a towel slung low on his hips and Lando debated staying longer, but he reluctantly shifted you to his side so he could stand.

“You can watch from upstairs if you want,” Lando offered Charles as he watched the water droplets run down his chest. “Or hide in here.”

Charles chuckled knowing ‘hide’ was absolutely a euphemism for what you would actually do. “We will watch you, mon cher,” he assured him with a kiss. “Go and fight Max for first.”

Lando grinned at the thought, loving the challenge that was unlikely but still something to aim for. “Will do, but it should have been you, love.”

Charles shrugged, feeling a little lighter after blowing off some steam and the shower. “It is what it is.”

You heard the announcement over the PA system and checked your watch to see how long there was until the restart time. “Go, your team will be waiting. I’ll take care of Charles.”

“Again?” Lando laughed as he stepped back to the door. “Give the man time to rejuice, baby.”

“Focus on the race,” you reminded him as you opened the door. “I’ll still be here when you finish and then you can think about my mouth all you want.”

You enjoyed the soft groan that clawed up his throat at the thought but you closed the door with a laugh before he could step back in. “Go. We love you!”

“Love you too,” he replied before testing the door handle one last time and finding it locked. “Fine, I’m going.”

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[sweetyyhippyy]

Sweet Cravings. Dad!Eddie series. *FLUFF*

(My header ☺️)

Summary: Eddie wakes up when he realizes his wife isn’t in bed next to him. He finds her in the kitchen satisfying a craving.

Word Count: 710

TW: Mention of food throughout. Eddie being an obnoxious husband (but lovingly 🥰). Very small illusion to sex.

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It was only 2 am and Eddie was fast asleep next to her, snoring away from a long day at work. But here she was staring at the ceiling trying to talk down the little voice inside her head that was telling her to wake Eddie up.

She huffs, getting out of bed slowly and quietly, knowing that Eddie had a sixth sense as far as her leaving bed. She sneaks out of the room without being caught, and goes into the kitchen.

She opens the refrigerator, looking through each shelf for anything that sparked her interest. Any type of meat made her nauseous, dairy made her want to gag, but the fresh strawberries she had bought the day before were practically screaming to be eaten.

She takes the container out and throws them in a strainer, rinsing them off as she goes into the freezer to look for the sweet treat she had bought for her and Eddie…

Herself and the baby…

Herself.  

She spots the ice cream carton, smiling because she knew her craving was going to be satisfied. She was so focused on getting her sweet snack ready that she didn’t hear Eddie walk into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Whatcha doing?” Eddie’s sleepy voice makes her jump.

She yelps, fighting not to drop the ice cream container. “You can’t scare me!” She scolds him. “What are you doing, it’s late.”

“Yeah I know it’s late. It’s late for you too, both of you should be in bed.” He points to her stomach. “Ice cream at 2 in the morning?” Eddie raises both his dark eyebrows, a stupid grin on his face as he walks over to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“The baby wanted it…” She mutters quietly, looking up at Eddie with an innocent look. “Plus I got some berries.” She couldn’t help but snort seeing how half of his hair was smashed from laying on that side.

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. “Blaming my sweet innocent child for you being up past your bedtime, how dare you.” He jokes as he watches her scoop some ice cream into a little bowl.

“Hey, part of this is your fault.” She gestures to her stomach.

“If I remember correctly, you said, and I quote: ‘don’t stop!’ About 400 times, so I listened to you.”

She stifles a laugh, elbowing him in the ribs. “You’re disgusting. You’re lucky they can’t hear you yet.” She says, handing Eddie a spoon so he can snack with her.

“Wait, they can hear me?”

“Not yet. If you read the baby book like I asked you to, you would know they can hear you from inside my belly at 20ish weeks.”

A smile spreads across Eddie’s face at the thoughts swimming around in his head. “I have some time to start getting a mixtape full of songs I want them to hear. Teach them the history of rock n roll.” He says, rubbing her slightly swollen stomach. “Got to have a better music taste than mom.”

“You know what, you don’t get any ice cream. You’re being annoying.” She pokes, sticking her tongue out at him.

Eddie smirks, kissing her cheek. “I wouldn’t be annoying you if I didn’t love you.”

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“Both of you satisfied?” Eddie asks.

She nods her head as she spoons the last strawberry into her mouth, placing the spoon back in the bowl. “ ‘M cold.” She shivers.

“Go get in bed and I’ll clean up. Meet you in 5 to warm you up.” Eddie says, taking the bowl from the table in front of her.

She stretches up to press a kiss to his lips before walking back into their bedroom, getting cozy under the sheets. She lays her hands on her little belly, rubbing the skin. “Can we go to bed now?”

Eddie shuffles in, tucking her into bed by putting the sheets over her body. He throws himself on the bed next to her, softly kissing the skin of her exposed shoulder. “I love you.”

She reaches her hand up to his head, scratching at his scalp. “I love you too, Eds. Even if you’re annoying.”

Eddie chuckles, stretching over to kiss her lips . He wouldn’t have it another way.

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To Be in Clover

notes - another big thank you to @sunfl0wer-power for the header and encouragement. this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so i thought i'd share!

warnings - none! just a night with dad!jake

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"to be (or to live) in clover", meaning to live a carefree life of ease, comfort, or prosperity.

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“Daddy!” Your little girl squealed from her booster seat at the dining table. You had received a text from Jake earlier, explaining how the band meeting ran late, that he wouldn't make it for dinner, and how sorry he was. This has started to become a routine lately. You knew what you signed up for when deciding to marry him and start a family, but sometimes it felt like he was a traveling nomad in your shared life. 

You didn't even hear his car pull into the driveway as you were wrestling your 3 year old, Clover, into her seat for dinner. But she did, she always did. It's like she had a sixth sense for when her father was around. Since she was born it was like her and Jake shared a brain. Every little detail about them was the same - their unwavering kindness, their steadfast stubbornness, even down to their mannerisms when they tag-teamed far-reaching, but always entertaining, bedtime stories.

Though you had just tucked her legs into her seat, you knew it wouldn't last long until she whined for you to help her down so she could meet her father at the front door. 

You lifted her out by her underarms and set her down on the floor. Immediately, she was out of your grasp and stumbling to the foyer as quickly as her little legs would let her. You followed behind to catch any blows that were common these days with your high-energy toddler.

You hear the click of the lock, the squeak of the door hinge, and then the excitement from your daughter as Jake walks into the house.

“Hi, Clove!” He lifts her up in the air and then hugs her close to his chest. “How was your day, Honey Bee?” 

Her arms wrap around his neck and her legs around his waist to get closer to him, if that were even possible. “Good. Me and Mommy went to the park to feed the ducks. One of them looked like you! We named him Jacob.” She glances up to meet his eyes as they both giggle, “Mommy took a picture. He's real funny lookin’.” Jake looks over at you with a gasp and wide smile from his daughter’s candid observation. 

“You saying I'm funny lookin’?” 

She shrugs nonchalantly, “Kinda…” That earns her a prod from Jake's fingers to her side, prompting another round of giggles.

When her laughs die down some, he steps towards you and slides Clover onto his hip so he has a free arm to bring you in for an embrace. 

“So, you made it…” you state with a pointed tone.

“I did! I missed my girls!” He says with a kiss on your forehead to try to relieve any tension - though he knows a discussion needs to be had between you two when the little one is put to sleep. You weren't the only one feeling the pull that he’s been causing recently. You both need to find a compromise and make it work - just like you always did. 

He turns his focus back to his daughter, “So guess what, Bee? Uncle Danny and I finally finished that riff we’ve been working on. You know the one?” She nods enthusiastically - you, in fact, did not know what he’s referring to but with their unspoken communication and daddy-daughter moments he always makes time for, sometimes it’s hard for you to keep up, “So, I was thinking of playing it for my harshest critic, if you’re up for it.” Clover immediately wiggles out of his grasp, takes Jake’s hand, and bolts to his music room like her life depended on it. 

“Woah, woah, woah hold on a minute,” they immediately freeze like statues at your abruptness, “Uh, dinner? You know, the food I’ve been preparing. The food that’s probably gone cold?”

“But Mommy, you got it from that one place down the road…” she states, and you see Jake unsuccessfully hold in a laugh, looking up to the ceiling to conceal his grin from Clover. 

“Not the point!” You look to Jake for some help, although you know you're not going to get it from him when it comes to his mini-me. She got her wit from him after all. 

“Pleaseee, Mommy, can we go play?” And that came from Jake, the grown man who is now acting like his own toddler, lips pouting and everything. You shake your head and roll your eyes before you turn your back and head into the kitchen to reheat the food as it looks like dinner will now be eaten in Jake’s music room tonight. 

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You return, arms full of plates and cutlery, to the most picture-perfect moment. Your partner and daughter sat on the carpeted floor, legs criss-cross, mirroring each other - they look more alike every day that she grows into herself, you think. Guitars are propped on their arms - Jake’s Gibson acoustic pulled off the wall and her mini one, fitted to her tiny hands, which usually hangs right next to his. Despite what her father thinks, she is not some baby prodigy so she has no idea how to even play the guitar, let alone understand the chords Jake repeats back to her. But it’s the way they bond. She likes to watch his fingers glide effortlessly along the strings and hear the pretty sounds created from his movements; she thinks he’s making magic, which you can’t argue with. 

Despite Jake’s constant reassurance, you always feel like you’re interrupting these moments. You know they won’t last forever; when she finds her own interests and doesn't see her mom, dad, and uncles as the lights of her life anymore. Sometimes, when she is curled up in his arms drifting off to sleep, Jake mentions how he wishes she could stay small so he can hold her close to his chest and feel her heartbeat flutter next to his forever. 

Jake’s cursing is what brings you out of your thoughts, “Jacob.” you hear Clover scold - even at just three years old, she’s caught onto the idea of naughty words and will take any opportunity to remind her dad and uncles of their place. You’re still surprised her first word wasn’t ‘fuck’ despite how often it’s used around her. 

You make your way from the doorway to where they’re sitting and put their plates down to their sides. His tattered leather bound journal is laying between them, turned to a page filled with his and Danny’s handwritten notes that look like illegible scribbles of crossed out chord progressions and quick notes only they would understand. You sit next to Jake and he offers a quiet thank you and leans over for a kiss.

As he begins to strum a mixture of chords, you start to shovel food into Clover’s mouth as she's too focused on the show in front of her to do anything other than open her mouth for access and chew. These moments have been too far and few between lately as he’s spent his nights in the studio and returns after Clover is asleep, and you missed them dearly. The simple comfort found in the quiet of Jake’s soft thrum of his instrument, the wind-down and relaxation from the busy day, and the way you get to finally be together, just the three of you, a little family filled with love and warmth. 

A couple minutes pass by before he finishes his rough draft of the new riff and he finally looks up from his notes, always a little apprehensive of showcasing his work. The silence is filled with Clover’s open-mouthed chewing - you’ll let it slide this time - as her eyebrows furrow as if she’s deep in thought. 

After a swallow, she says, “Mmm, I like it… but I think you need to practice more. You should ask Uncle Danny for some help, he’s really good, ya know?” Now it’s your turn to chuckle at her blunt honesty not directed at you this time. 

Jake clicks his tongue and smirks, trying not to take his daughter's comment to heart. “And what do you think, darling?” 

“I think she said all that needed to be said,” joining in on the playful teasing. 

“Oh, is that so?” Jake moves the guitar to the floor and places your half eaten dinner out of the way before pinning your body to the ground and poking the spots he knows are off limits, the ones he found early in your relationship that make you laugh uncontrollably. You feel this tiny bit of weight added and in your haze of laughter you look over Jake’s shoulder to see that Clover has jumped onto his back with her arms wrapped around him, joining in on this impromptu dog-pile. 

In this moment there isn’t anywhere else you would rather be and all you want is to sit in this bliss for as long as you can. The conversation you were going to have with Jake can wait for another day.

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thanks for reading <33

[madasrabbits]

went to someones blog to block them and they had a harry potter header that was my sixth sense

[elia-de-silentio]

TENTATIVE ANALYSES: THE SANDMAN

Issue 6: 24 Hours

NARRATIVE STRUCTURE

John Dee uses the ruby to torment the world in general and six people in a diner in particular.

The story is intersected with small header notifying the reader to how much time has passed since the start and what is Dee dedicating it to. During the first hours, he waits for a good number of people to get into the diner. In the second, he prevents them from leaving. In the third, everyone listens to Judy, a customer, trying to loudly and anxiously call back her girlfriend after a severe argument. In the fourth, he watches television, and manipulates the host of a children program into giving instructions for suicide. In the fifth and sixth, he once again hypnotizes people into not leaving. In the seventh, he has them live their dream lives, and in the eight, he observes them. In the ninth, he has them fight; in the tenth, he is worshipped by them; in the eleventh, they wantch the news of the worldwide chaos. In the twelfth, he has them confessing the worst things they have done. In the thirteenth, he forces them to have sex with each other. In the fourteenth, he uses the three female patreons as mediums for the Fates, and tries to get them to tell him his future. Fifteenth hour: he gives them their sanity back, so they can look at the full horror of their situation. Sixteenth hour: I have no idea what happened, it's just dark and screams. Seventeenth hour: one of the patrons confesses his sins and nails his hand as a punishment. Eighteen hour: he has them act like animals, two of them died. Nineteenth hour: he tells them fairytales. Twentieth hour: he has them play cabaret. Twenty-first hour: Judy blinds herself with pins. Twenty-second hour: everyone is dead. Twenty-third hour: he eats a fly and plays with the ruby. Twenty-fourth hour: Morpheus arrives.

NARRATIVE TECHNIQUES

The main narration reflects Dee's thoughts (the victims are referred to as 'flies' in a trap), but also has a repetitive rythm, announcing the hour and the 'activity' it is dedicated to. It creates a sense of detachment that contrasts with the strong emotions evoked by the characters and the terrible, gory situations they're in. It's not the only game of contrasts in this chapter: it also shows up on TV, where an innocuous, goofy thing like an hand puppet show for children is used as a vehicle for instructions on how to commit suicide, and halfway the disaster at the diner, they all watch television where a neighbourhood superhero, in the absence of anyone more qualified, is interviewed; the poor guy looks terribly out of place with weak attempts at reassurance. Then, one contrast is played to amp up the sadness of the situation, with a good deal of dramatic irony: the chapter opens with Bette's personal narration about how she writes stories about her customers which all have happy endings; the trick is knowing where to stop, or they'll end in death. As we see, the situation where the patrons and Bette herself end up is anything but happy, and eventually, they are all dead before 24 hours have passed.

CHARACTERS

This chapter is noticeable for having quite a large cast, but still characterizing well all of them.

Bette: the waitress at the diner, she has a complicated family history (husband dead, son disappeared, as we'll learn later she also had an affair that ended tragically) and doesn't like her job. She copes with all of this by writing stories about her customers getting happy endings ('happy' by her perspective), and has a dream that all of this will make her a published, famous writer.

Judy: a lesbian girl who spends all of the first half of the episode freaking out about her bad breakup with her girlfriend Donna. Turns out, she has been physically abusive to her out of obsessive jealousy, and she left her for it.

Mark: a young man who was supposed to have a job interview that day, and dreamed of a brilliant career as a billionaire CEO.

Garry: a dude that became rich with her wife's money, but regularly cheates on her with economic prostitutes, whom he then beats and throws out of the car.

Kate: she is aware of her husband's infidelities and extremely frustrated by them, to the point of deeply aggressive repressed feelings about him.

Marsh: a former postman who, after the death of his wife for alcohol abuse, turned to petty crime and became a truckman after he was released from jail. He actually had an affair with Bette, and that lead his wife to kill herself; in jail, he exploited Bette's son prostitution, and then started visiting her again without telling her anything. He is a man who runs away from the problems he himself causes, and this gives him a deep self loathing, to the point of desiribg death.

John Dee: he acts essentially as a petty bully with supernatural powers. He torments this random group of people he found, he sows destruction and violence in the whole workd, for no other reason than he can and likes to do so.

THEMES

This issue is about the importance of stories, of every story. The theme is introduced by Bette's musing about her dream career, and how her customers are 'raw material' for her tales. She likes to think that she has them figured out, that she knows how their story should go to have an happy ending, but she's far from infallibile. She inevitably has prejudices that get in the way (see how she thought that Judy's homosexuality was a sin, and wrote for both her and Donna an 'happy ending' consisting in marrying 'fine young men'), she couldn't be more wrong about Garry and Kate's love life, and she left out from Marsh's tale the affair she herself had with him and even thought fondly about his wife. She is fixated on stories having an happy ending to compensate for her own horrible life: she stops all of them before the theme of death can arrive to spoil the happy ending.

And then her story, and the stories of all the people unlucky enough to be in that particular diner, end horribly. As the 24th hour clocks in, Dee is alone with several mutilated corpses. And you know what? All of these stories still mattered.

Those people could have been just a gory showoff, instead we got to know them. We saw their dreams - small-minded, materialistic, despicable, obsessive, self-loathing, terribly human. We got to know their lives, Bette's frustration at the disaster her life turned out, refuge in fantasies and desire for recognition, Judy's relationship issues, Mark's ambitions to make it big, Garry and Kate's disastrous love life, Marsh's troubled past. None of them is a particularly good person; none of them is an atrocious monster. They're random people, and yet, their stories were still worth being told. Their lives weren't perfect and ended horribly, but they were still worth spending the issue on, they were worth our horror and empathy and pain for what was happening to them.

SYMBOLISM

• The TV: it seems to relate somehow to what's going on in the diner. The soap opera parallels the explosion of Judy's relationship drama; under the control of the ruby, a TV hosts directs children on how to hurt themselves, the very thing Dee is forcing the diner's patrons to do. Essentially, their suffering is just a mild entertainment for him, like an average tv program.

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Erling Haaland did the unexpected to give Man City control against Bayern Munich

Haaland does it all

The theory is that Erling Haaland is the missing piece of the jigsaw for Manchester City in the Champions League. His relentless appetite for goals could prove to be the difference between those agonising near-misses and City finally getting their hands on that iconic trophy.

His mind-blowing record of 45 goals in 39 games - 11 in seven in the Champions League - suggests it could be an accurate assessment. He can pick open tight games and pummel opposition who are on the ropes.

But he's becoming more than just a goalscorer as well. Pep Guardiola has said consistently this season that he hopes to leave his mark on the 22-year-old, by getting him mor

e involved in the build-up play and a more unpredictable threat.

There is still more to come on that front but if it's the unexpected you want then look no further of what was Haaland's sixth assist for the club. When Jack Grealish played him in after winning the ball from Dayot Upamecano it looked like a great shooting opportunity.

But as Yann Sommer came out to narrow the angle, Haaland feinted. He pulled his left foot but instead flicked a cross into the space that was quickly being targeted by Bernardo Silva. His header doubled City's lead after Rodri's brilliant opener.

Haaland did what he usually does, of course. His finish for City's third was underrated and that's the goal which pretty much killed this tie off ahead of next week's second leg in Munich, but the versatility in his game is another reason why this could yet be City's year.

Bernardo vs Davies

It was a clash of styles down the City right at the Etihad. Alphonso Davies has pace to burn at left-back for Bayern, while Bernardo Silva has to be, with all due respect, one of the slower right-wingers on the circuit at this level.

But speed doesn't always beat brain. Davies showed some good recovery pace when Bernardo was sent clear behind him, but so often the City wide men protected the ball and found space because he made the ball do the work at close quarters.

He never looked to surge clear of the Canadian international. He kept the ball close to his feet, used his low centre of gravity to shift his balance and generally bamboozled Davies.

The build-up to the first goal was a case in point. Davies had stopped Bernardo's breakaway but looked fearful to dive in and take the ball away, sensing that as soon as he made the move, the ball would be gone. Bernardo found a pass out as he lulled his marker in and a few seconds later the ball was in the back of the net.

It was just one of a catalogue of brilliant moments from a player who so often saves his best for the very biggest games. There was the second-half triple nutmeg when he poked the ball through the legs of Davies (twice) and Leon Goretzka and to cap it off the header to put City in control of the tie.

Champions League quality

In his programme notes on Tuesday Guardiola opined of the Champions League: "This competition is special; it is the most beautiful in football, with the very best players all competing on the same stage."

Anybody who had the privilege of witnessing the quality of this match in what were often filthy weather conditions could only agree with that sentiment. This was high-quality football.

There was tactical intrigue, technical quality and plenty of goalmouth action. It might not have been one of those crazy Champions League scorelines, but it was a brilliant game of football, with the right team coming out on top.

Stones' new role

There was a feeling that Kyle Walker might be restored to this City side, with his pace an insurance against Bayern's rapid speed in the final third, something that felt even more noticeable when Leroy Sane, Kingsley Coman and Serge Gnabry all appeared on the team sheet.

But Guardiola opted to stick with the same defenders, if not the same exact set-up. John Stones has spent a lot of his time playing in midfield of late, shifting back to right-back when there was a threat down that side, but he was more of a central defender against Bayern.

Rather than be tasked with having to get across to Sane, Guardiola left Manuel Akanji against the former City winger. Instead, Stones stepped forward a bit once City had a spell of possession but then quickly shifted straight back in alongside Ruben Dias when Bayern began their build-up.

It didn't always work flawlessly and the England international must have been sick of his manager's voice by the end of the game, such was the level of coaching and instruction he received, but at the moment it feels like Stones can adapt to those positional changes.

Ghosts of the past and present

Sane was afforded a polite welcome back to the Etihad when his name was read out before kick-off. His time at the Etihad didn't end brilliantly, although it wasn't too acrimonious either. He wanted to play more regularly and City never keep players against their will. He was a big part of Guardiola's first title-winning team but his muted reception felt about right.

Sane did get the better of Akanji midway through the first half to set up a big chance for Jamal Musiala, which was brilliantly blocked by Dias, and he curled a shot from distance just wide at the end of the opening period and straight at Ederson early in the second half.

source: manchestereveningnews.co.uk

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I bring Sunkit, a golden tabby with some orange splatters and white socks! they have bright green eyes and are a molly (female) (i hope i did this right!)

As Featherstorm makes his last mark on the sand and turns to the parents, they gives a lick to the kit. "Must be a favorite of the stars, little furball," he says, as he beckons her parents over.

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Woah! And I thought I wouldn't ever get as favorable of a chart as with Duskflower!

Let's take a looksie!

[Image ID: Under the header “What will Sunkit’s life be like? (02/18/2023)” 16 rows of tally marks crossed out two by two until there is only 1 or 2 left uncrossed. To the left, a shield chart at the top with the following geomantic figures: Fortuna Minor as the first mother, Amissio as the second mother, Puella as the third mother, Tristitia as the fourth mother, Cauda Draconis as the first daughter, Laetitia as the second daughter, Coniunctio as the third daughter, Fortuna Maior as the fourth daughter, Coniunctio as the first niece, Amissio as the second niece, Coniunctio as the third niece, Acquisitio as the fourth niece, Fortuna Minor as the right witness, Fortuna Maior as the left witness, Via as the judge, and Fortuna Maior as the sentence. Below the shield chart, an astrological house chart with the first twelve geomantic figures above mentioned assigned to houses 1 to 12 in the order mentioned above. /end ID]

(If you're confused why it's bars and dots and not just dots now, I'm just trying out another way of drawing the figures. Just aesthetics to see which I like better.)

Interpretation under the cut:

I can't hardly imagine ever getting a more favorable arrangement of court figures. Via as the judge indicates that Sunkit here will have a very dynamic life, lots of twists and turns, but the sentence, Fortuna Maior, tells me this will end in guaranteed and lasting success. Furthermore, the witnesses, Fortuna Maior on the right and Fortuna Minor on the left, further predict success, first of a dependent kind evolving into the independent one represented by Fortuna Maior. Which like. Doesn't that just decribe the natural path of a succesful life? Success with the help of the adults around you evolving into success on your own.

From the first house figure, the theme of success prevails with Fortuna Minor occupying this house. This make sense within the narrative of the court, reinforcing the idea that independent success is the conclusion of a journey begun with dependent success.

On the second house we have Amissio, loss. Once again at the house I never know what to do with at all. I'm just be lazy and pick an interpretation from other charts with Amissio in the second house and say lousy hunter just to be done with it.

Puella in the house of platonic close relationships bodes well! Seems like Sunkit will be well taken care of by others around them. Or will be the one to take care of them. Leaning towards the former on account of the fact we already have plenty of nurturing types in SandClan. Plus with the next house...

Tristitia in the house of parents points to a tragedy of some kind. And I think I want to go here for orphaned. Thus the sorrow of Tristitia could very well refer to a sense of longing for parents she never met. Take this with the previous house and it seems to me the chart is suggesting a cat who was taken care of very communally. House 3 is the house of neighborhood and community after all.

Moving on to the fifth house, Cauda Draconis is hardly ever a good omen. I'm leaning towards fertility issues for this one and here's my rationale. As the figure of foregone conclusions and endings, in this house it suggests to me this idea of trying for a child in spite of knowing it isn't going to work. On the first house in traditional geomantic lore also often indicates a stubborn querent who is likely to ignore the advice of the chart. Thus it fits rather neatly, don't y'all think?

On the sixth house is Laetitia, so good health and enjoyment in it. That's a very positive message to be getting here, if rather uninformative. Positive figures in this house are typically so boring. I wish I had much more Amissios in this house so I can keep giving these characters cool scars and injuries. But alas!

On the seventh house, Coniunctio, connection and communication. So, great love life, a partner she clicks well with. It may not be smooth sailing, as a certain house ahead tells me, but it overall bodes well!

On the eigth house, Fortuna Maior. The urge to make this character the girl boss that just guts someone is pretty strong, ngl. But it could also refer to the fact her very attentive and nurturing upbringing due to being orphaned paves the way to being succesful independently. We'll see if our last four houses suggest anything. We haven't touched much on Via being the judge, change hasn't factored much.

On the ninth house, Coniunctio again, connections in the house of long journeys. Which is what suggests to me the house seventh figure was not going to be smooth sailing or immediate. The love story is what seems to be one of the stronger unifying threads of the narrative.

On the tenth house, Amissio, so loss of respect or authority. Here's an interesting twist to her story, what respect or authority is she losing? She doesn't strike me as a high ranking Clan member. But perhaps if we factor the Fortuna Maior in house eight that's perhaps a reputation hit for having done what she thought was necessary?

On the eleventh house, Coniunctio. Even through the loss of status she seems to still be well-connected. I can only suppose she got people on her side thinking what she did was the right thing to do. Although also...

On the twelfth house, Acquisitio. Gain in the house of enemies and antagonistic figures. She will also be facing strong opposition. From the Clan's beloved communal child to a pretty controversial figure. That seems to fit the vibe of Via pretty well and the narrative of the court. Overall it all ended well, she found independent success. But these last houses do indicate strife in her life.

So! Putting it all together:

Orphaned very young, Sunkit was showered in attention from the Clan at large. Though she very much wished to have known her parents, overall she had a happy childhood and grew up into a great warrior, if not the best hunter. Though the road to finding her ideal partner was long, she did eventually settle down with a good cat and planned to start a family. Fertility issues got in the way though, and though she was made aware of such by Featherstorm she stubbornly kept trying. Her life looked idyllic but on the borders, the constant conflict of SandClan with an aggressive force (proably another Clan, must be something under the protection of the code in order to really cause a stir) forced her to take extreme measures. By committing an assassination, potentially of a very important figure, she made a great deal of enemies, but within her Clan maintained solidarity and connection. This did, however, make others very weary of her and hurt her reputation somewhat. But ever confident and independent, she was able to thrive on her own.

A good name would be Sunshade I think.

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yesyes a thousand times better--

omg wait. pause. halt. an idea just hit me.

genshin hp!au. rex lapis as the headmaster of liyue schools of wizardry. he disappears after being in the position for thousands of years, and everyone is scrambling over trying to look for him or someone to take over his position. meanwhile, a handsome professor gets admitted into the school to assist in the lack of manpower (the previous headmaster used to teach all sorts of subjects himself but now that he's gone the school is literally lacking teachers), and he seems to be very knowledgeable in all things.... plus, he gives off the same vibes as the previous headmaster too.... hmmm..... *finger snap* could it be??? rex lapis' son???? that has to be it, right?! you, a fellow professor, are determined to get the truth behind this! everyone tells you you're crazy but no, you know this man has got to know something about the headmaster's disappearance! zhongli is very thoroughly amused and decides to entertain you. but jokes on him because he didn't count falling for this stubborn but endearing teacher. 

hehehehehe you changed your theme i see. very very pretty!!! loving the soft aesthetics and ayato on the headers + icon!! heizou theme, you will be missed, sorry but ayato's taking over for now!!!

to be fair i'm not as good in photography, it's just bc hubby is so handsome the picture turned out great slkdsldklskd I WILL for sure lolol it sounds like it's gonna be fun (fingers crossed i don't die too much)

right!! sheesh he acts as if he didn't fanboy over the pretty mercenary lady (she is super pretty tho)... lol do what your heart tells you to do, sweetie!!! al haitham would be good too, i'm sure. and even if he's not, he's a total eye candy soooo win-win situation lmao

we'll see, we'll see~ hehe~

i'm happy collei likes me enough to come home so many times but also. sheesh. she's a testament of how stubborn zhongli is ;w; IT IS VERY FANCY indeed!! i'm gonna start leaving zhongli there whenever i log off. i'm sure he needs a change of pace from always sitting on third-round-knockout lol

gosh, imagine sitting in a fine dining establishment with zhongli, in some fancy restaurant high in the sky overlooking the city. live jazz music playing in the background, sipping osmanthus tea while talking and enjoying each other's presence..... sighhhhh

gosh i have been benching kazuha since sumeru bc i added zhongli to the party and i wanted at least 1 dendro character for convenience. i can't swap out xiao bc he's my main dps, and shinobu is essential cause she's healing xiao every time he does his burst....... 'zuha i'm so sorry ;w; random thought: if zhongli has his shield and he does plunge attack shouldn't he basically be immune to the damage also?????

*announcer voice* welcome to sumeru! here we have: the spiderman zipline, very convenient, makes you feel like a spiderman, zipping around the map with ease! weird t-rex monstrosity which might eat you alive! cliffs to climb, slip, and fall to your deaths! how exciting! heart-pounding! book a tour with us now! 1-800-rex-lapis-holdsmyheart! #notascam #realnotclickbait

can you blame me tho angst is so *chefs kiss* when written perfectly!! i still remember that fic, hhhhh so beautiful and heart-wrenching </3 don't you love it when your faves suffer heehee

YES, I HAVE BEEN HALTED AND PAUSED AND AM LISTENING INTENTLY. genshin hp!au, but it's zhongli doing the liyue trial all over again and the reader always has the sherlock holmes sixth sense. (a student from house slytherin, shikanoin heizou is the only one to share your sentiment.)

something about this man is enigmatically off and... familiar. oh, but you've never been the type to rest well until you've uncovered the truth! you'd scrutinize him up and down at any chance you get, either unintentionally or not; when he is in the great hall, when he gives a speech, when he talks with students and other teachers alike — to the point your own colleague, ganyu has to snap you out of it. zhongli, on the other hand, finds your tenacity quite charming. after all, he is the very own truth lying behind the walls of deception you seek to destroy, so will you? will you be the one to break them? the stubborn endearing x calm endeared trope is SOOOO <3 (it's zhongrin in a nutshell /j)

nyehehe, ty! how do you feel as the person who gave me the last push? 🎤 (/j) i saw the header on pinterest and i SWOONED. the white + soft blue palette just immediately comes to mind! aha, now that theme has been made reality thanks to you >:)

nahhh, the model may be the subject of beauty in the picture but the lighting and angle are things decided by the one behind the camera, me thinks! ;D hoping i win the 50/50 with alhaitham because i did not expect to get c1 kazuha when pulling for heizou cons last time <//3

the bgm in the tavern literally makes me wanna have a slow dance??? it's fitting to have zhongli greet you when the bgm plays, hehe <3 THE PORT ORMOS BMG THO. WHY DOES IT SLAP SO HARD. (/lh) but liyue bgm's still and always have a soft spot in my heart, especially 'foxes at play'! speaking of, what is your favorite bgm from liyue, rin jie??? >:) liyue is your nation, after all~

when sumeru dropped, everyone rushed to get collei which is understandable because it's a free character of a new element !! i just utilize the dendrogram, so i keep my team per usual: it's currently ganyu, kazuha, heizou and klee for better exploration! but i switch out ganyu for kokomi when i clear out a withered zone <//3 but collei is in my teapot now since thoma already reached friendship lvl 10 and she's so nice :( <3

THAT RANDOM THOUGHT, HELP. iirc, in his second story quest when we encountered the possessed miners, his shield is naturally lateral and doesn't protect the head so if we ask him to extend his shield into a cylinder, maybe it'd work??? 🤔

the numbers look like an invitation to a marriage to me. (/j) and rin jie, i am still an avid member of ruin machines slander club but i have unsealed the t-rex monstrosity once out of pure curiosity.... 0/10, do not recommend. all that moving around and having to defeat said monstrosity for an exquisite chest 🕳️🚶 ruin hunters are definitely worse tho fjejskksk #ruinhuntersdonotslay

a beautiful kind of pain <//3 you really chose violence that day and that was the first request i received too. so, you can imagine the way my jaw dropped 😭 (/pos) but your request was the first ever angst content on this blog! so, the balance was well-needed and plus, your request was actually one of my favs to write too (it got a special mark on my masterlist) <3 my faves suffering??? *nervously reaches out to ayato and heizou* both of them are people who hide their weaknesses, so to see them break... IS NOT VV GOOD FOR MY HEART 🏃 but for starlight anon, i shall take a headfirst dive! 🤝

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Published: April 06, 2024

Australian star would take on Puerto Rican over longer distance – but first faces Mahfoud for WBC strap in Las Vegas

Skye Nicolson says she is open to facing Amanda Serrano over 12 three-minute rounds if that gets the fight on. The Australian is targeting a comprehensive win on Saturday night over Serrano’s old Sarah Mahfoud for the vacant WBC Featherweight belt at Bleaulive Theater at Fontainebleau Las Vegas, live worldwide on DAZN, to stake her claim for the mega showdown.

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 Nicolson (9-0 1 KO) is fighting Mahfoud (14-1 3 KOs) for the WBC strap that Serrano vacated in December, a move Nicolson has previously stated was due to the seven-weight champion not wanting to face her, and not down to wanting to fight over the 12 three-minute round distance.

The Australian star has landed the World title fight she’s been craving, albeit against tough Dane Mahfoud instead of the Puerto Rican. The duo previously met for undisputed in September 2022, with Serrano prevailing on points. Although Nicolson has put the Serrano fight to one side to focus on the task at hand, the 28-year-old can’t help that it’s a fight that she’s asked about all the time – and aims to deal with Mahfoud in better fashion than Serrano to prove she’s ready to take on the living legend. “I can only fight who they put in front of me,” said Nicolson. “Serrano is the dream fight, and to have been boxing for undisputed in my tenth fight would have been legendary, but it didn’t happen. It is what it is; I’m not looking past Sarah. I’ve got a good opponent in front of me, and it’s for the best belt in boxing, in my opinion, so I am fully focused on the job in front of me, and we’ll see what’s next after that.    I hope the Serrano fight happens; I am ready and waiting. I want the best; I feel like I am constantly saying it, but it’s true. I wanted the Serrano fight in my eighth and ninth fights. I have Sarah for my tenth fight, so maybe it’s Serrano in my 11th fight; who knows? I want the belts, so I am going to keep pushing for that.   “12 x 3s suits my style. I’m a patient fighter; I love the longer rounds, so for me, it makes sense. For women’s boxing, I personally don’t agree with 12 x 3s; I think the depth of women’s boxing, 10 x 2s, has been really good for growth. It’s kept it exciting, and you’ve seen the women’s fights steal the show time and again, and I think that’s down to the two-minute rounds. So, for me, I love three-minute rounds, but for women’s boxing, not so much - but if the only way to fight Serrano is over three minutes, sign me up.   “The Serrano fight for Sarah was 97-93, 97-93 and 99-92. That’s not happening, that’s all I will say. The way I am boxing right now, I don’t see the fight going the distance. If it does happen to go the distance, it’s 100-90.”

Nicolson’s clash with Mahfoud is part of a big night of action in Las Vegas, led by a double-header with two of America’s brightest stars: Richardson Hitchins takes on Gustavo Lemos in a final eliminator for the IBF World Jr. Welterweight title, and Diego Pacheco defends his USWBC and WBO International Super-Middleweight titles against Shawn McCalman.   British Olympic gold medal man Galal Yafai defends his WBC International Flyweight title against Agustin Mauro Gauto. Marc Castro gets a first title bout in his 12th pro outing, taking on Abraham Montoya for the vacant WBC Continental Americas Super-Featherweight title, Harley Mederos is in action for the sixth time in the paid ranks over six rounds against Pedro Vicente, and there’s a pro debut for former Team USA talent Steven Navarro over six rounds at Super-Flyweight against Jose Lopez.

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NM3217 W6 In-Lecture Exercise

This typographic representation violates many rules, thus making it hard and strenuous to read, obstructing the flow of the content, especially the body paragraph.

Firstly, anatomy. This typographic representation uses capitalisation for all its alphabets. As such, the x-height is constant throughout and all alphabets occupy the entire distance between the baseline and x-line, without any descenders and ascenders, thus making the alphabets look disconnected despite putting them together side-by-side, and affecting readability. 

It also uses a typeface that is hollow, and not filled, thus affecting readability with a white contrasting background. 

The leading of the body text is also too low, making it hard to read the block of texts as they seem too compact.

The text is centre-aligned, thus making it difficult to read as there is no margin to have an anchor of reference for readers when moving on to the next line.

The kerning is too low, thus some alphabets might seem like they are “connected”, thus making it hard to distinguish each letter from the other on their left and right. For instance, in “TRISTIQUE” - the S and T seem to be combined or are touching the edges of each other.

The body text is also slab serif, thus making it harder to read compared to a serif running text.

This typographic representation can be improved by adhering to the 8 rules.

Firstly, getting the basics right. The typographic representation could be made better by using capitalisation of the first alphabet of every sentence only. This makes it easier to identify the start and end of the sentence. The non-capitalised words will also have ascenders and descenders, thus making the text look more connected and easier to identify when placed side-by-side. 

Next, kern, not kem. Kerning for the text can be increased, to make the alphabets seem more distinguished and less connected and compacted. A higher kerming will make it easier to read the text.

Next, typeface communication and typeface communication. This idoes not apply to this text as the text is of random words that do not make sense.

Fourthly, readability. The running text can be left-aligned. This creates a consistent starting point and anchors readers’ attention onto the left margin, making it easier to identify the next line. The typeface for the running text can also be less blocky and with non “hollow” but filled, making it easier to read with a contrasting white background.

Fifth, complementary typefaces. The headline can be slab serif, while the running text serif to create contrast and emphasise the qualities of each other, with the headers creating a sense of drawing attention to it while the running text being easier to read.

Sixth, hierarchy matters. A variation in fonts between the headline and the running texts can create contrast. For instance, a bold headline but regular for the running text will create contrast. The use of paragraphing can also be helpful.

Seventh, consider typography as art element. The typographic representation can consider using different shades of colours. For instance, the headlines can be of a different colour depending on the contents of the text, to bring out an artistic viewpoint.

Eighth, pushing beyond the rules. The typographic after following the steps above according to the rules, the typographic representation can experiment with different alignments, kerning, grids, margin, etc. with the contents of the text for a more artistic representation. 

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hello!! I’m new to studyblr and really love your blog!! I was wondering what your note taking process is... for example do you write your notes the way they are the first time? or do you write your notes as anyone would in class and then rewrite them after you have your first draft? thanks!!

hi thank you so much and welcome! my note taking process varies from class to class, and i’ll put overly-detailed info abt that in the read more but if u take 2 points pls let it be these:

don’t rewrite your notes (it might b fun but unless you’re making a review sheet from a lot of different notes or something: it’s just a huge waste of time and it’s not helpful for actually reviewing material!)

all you need to take notes is a pen/pencil and a notebook (seriously. if you are abt to spend a bunch of money on colored pens or w/e for fun? go nuts. but if it’s bc you think it will help you study better? it will not.)

ok here we go (no pictures! bc 1. i am too lazy to take the time to find my old notes and 2. i don’t want u to try to emulate what my notes look like. these are supposed to work for u!)

for in-class notes on a lecture, i tend to just have a black pen and scribble everything down as fast as i can. bullet point format. i copy down what the professor is saying, but if they’re repeating something i go back and circle it, or if i notice a connection i just draw a line between the concepts. might look chaotic to other ppl  but as long as i remember what i meant then it’s doing it’s job. for a math or science class i usually keep a second color pen to write Important Formulas or a pencil to work out example problems if those are a thing

for discussion classes it’s moving a lot faster you shouldn’t b focused on note-taking you should b participating!! my notes here are just abt keeping me awake lol. might write down something someone says if it’s interesting (including and especially myself tbh! most of my papers are based on a random point i made while babbling in class!) mostly tho it’s just doodles :) oh also sometimes i think of jokes during class and write them down to text to my friends later

textbook notes are my neatest and *~prettiest~* notes. they take me h o u r s not bc i’m making elaborate drawings but bc i use v neat handwriting to force myself to slow down and actually read every word. i use one (1) black pen and one (1) colored highlighter for headers/definitions/formulas. in the beginning of high school i was still figuring shit out and ended up writing down like. every detail even if it wasn’t important in the slightest? but after experience u get like a sixth sense for what u actually need to write down (my go-to is one page of 8x11 notes per 10 pages of reading). also my handwriting has gotten better :D (after 90 pages of textbook reading in one night it usually deteriorates into a scrawl tho)

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A kit for Sandclan! Cobrakit, a short-furred ginger tabby tom

(Forgive that I'm not giving Featherstorm's reaction for this one. It's not personal, I simply have run out of fun things to write for that section.)

A TOM!!!!! YES, THANK YOU! We are severely lacking those, our gender ratio is sooooo skewed.

But anyway! Chart!

[Image ID: Under the header “What will Cobrakit’s life be like? (02/12/2023)” 16 rows of tally marks crossed out two by two until there is only 1 or 2 left uncrossed. To the left, a shield chart at the top with the following geomantic figures: Via as the first mother, Populus as the second mother, Puer as the third mother, Carcer as the fourth mother, Puella as the first daughter, Amissio as the second daughter, Laetitia as the third daughter, Puella as the fourth daughter, Via as the first niece, Rubeus as the second niece, Tristitia as the third niece, Fortuna Maior as the fourth niece, Puella as the right witness, Albus as the left witness, Carcer as the judge, and Coniunctio as the sentence. Below the shield chart, an astrological house chart with the first twelve geomantic figures above mentioned assigned to houses 1 to 12 in the order mentioned above. /end ID]

This chart's a little more evocative. Immediately I notice Carcer as the judge and Coniunctio as the sentence so some kind of restriction or bondage, whether physical or immaterial, is the overall theme of Cobrakit's life but in the end it will bring connection and community. I'm lowkey hoping this chart will look overall favorable for a leader. Cobrastar sounds so cool. Anyway, our witnesses are Puella to the right and Albus to the left. Puella and Albus are weird in opposition, the former representing emotions and putting the needs of others before one's own and the other wisdom that comes with age. Is the chart trying to tell us Cobrakit will defy the status quo? Will they stand up to the establishment in service of others? Still hoping for a leader-like character here...

Via in the first house is always a welcome sight. The symbolism of motion and change always lends itself to eventful character biographies.

Populus in the second house is also welcome because I honestly just appreciate not having to think too hard about what the association of the second house with material posessions even could mean in this setting. This is seriously the biggest weakness in the method I believe. If anyone has any suggestion for how I could work the second house more cohesively into the system, I'm all ears.

On the third house we have Puer. I know I said that interpreting Puer and Puella simply by their meanings as signifiers of the gender polarity was boring and all but. I've wanted to give more of these siblings and we are in need of more toms so... an all male litter? I'm thinking three or so.

Carcer in the fourth house is something we have seen before! Strict parenting and/or mentorship. I'm leaning towards mentorship more. I do still want to see if I can finnagle this into Cobrastar.

Puella in the fifth house which I'm choosing to interpret as Cobra will grow up to be a nurturing parent. We love to see our den dads around these parts and I'm taking any excuse I can.

Amissio in the sixth house... You know what we are missing? A character with a cool scar or something. I am picturing the loss predicted here to be perhaps... losing an eye? Once again, would make a lot of sense if we're trying to slot this chart into a potential leader.

Laetitia in the seventh house! Good family life with his partner. I like that. I like that.

Puella in the eight house. Overlaps a little with Hickorydawn's whole thing but I think if I'm already dead set on leader for this one being able to be a comfortable presence for his clan in their time of need would be good. Honestly, between Puella here and Puella in the fifth house, I'm just thinking this dude would grow up to be just a super charismatic and comforting presence in the Clan.

Via in the ninth house. We already saw it in the first house and here it reinforces the idea he had a transformation of some kind. The rest of the chart is not implying it yet, but I think I have an inkling of what I can weave with the last three houses...

Rubeus in the tenth house is where I think I can get my angle in. While the chart has been portraying him as a pretty uncomplicated and chill dude thus far, the notion that anger and positions of power are related for him is certainly interesting. I could perhaps say, could he initially ascend to deputy on the basis of being a more aggressive type than he ended up being? Was the journey in question about mellowing out? Perhaps this is how he lost that eye I decided way back in the sixth house.

Tristitia in the eleventh house we can build this up further. Tristitia, sorrow, in the house of allies and supporters perhaps refers to how his supporters will react to his mellowing out. Perhaps as he turns to a new cat he can and becomes an emotional support for his clan his old supporters will lament a lot about who he used to be.

And finally Fortuna Maior in the twelfth house. He'll have to work hard to overcome adversities (perhaps those who liked him better how he was before?) but in the end he will thrive by his own efforts.

Putting it all together:

Cobrakit was born alongside two brothers. He was apprenticed to a warrior that was very strict with him and encouraged in him an aggression that would earn him a reputation as a ferocious fighter. He even lost an eye to show for it and everything. This put him in the radar of the leader as a favorite deputyship candidate of a certain vocal faction of aggressive cats within SandClan. He of course gladly accepted but the position of responsibility began to make him rethink his approach. Particularly as the Clan came to rely on him more and he took on more of an interest in being an emotional support through the tragedies of combat and death, he began to mellow out. The faction that had initially favored him for deputy felt extremely betrayed at this but Cobra now stood up for himself on his own authority and his likability as a deputy. Along the way he found a partner, raised children on his own, and has grown quite well into his duties as deputy and, eventually, leader.

So, give it up for the leader of SandClan Cobra(strike)star!