#this wasn't in my 2023 bingo but here we are now

[messrsbyler]

cause you wear short skirts i wear t-shirts

you're cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers

dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

THAT WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR HAS BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME

[astonmartinii]

into the arms of another part three | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

part one part two masterlist tips

yourusername

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yourusername: working up a storm and flirting up a frenzy

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user3: SHE'S BACK

user4: that month she was gone was dragging

user5: i almost forget she has a job lol there's always so much drama i forgot girly was getting the bag

danielricciardo: oh what a lovely picture of you two being gross at dinner i wonder who took it

yourusername: it's this lovely gentleman, i'll have to introduce you. he's quite loud, very charming and should consider going into theatre with his vocal projection

danielricciardo: you think i'm ready for the stage?

maxverstappen1: i think we all think you're ready for the stage

user6: wait so do you think daniel, heidi, y/n and max go on double dates? that's so cute

user7: sometimes i hurt myself by thinking it could've been a triple date if charles wasn't such as ass

maxverstappen1: when she's a triple threat 😍

yourusername: but i can't sing, dance or act?

maxverstappen1: but you are smart, beautiful and can put up with me :)

yourusername: you act like being with you is a chore maxy :( i'd spend all my waking moments with you if i could

landonorris: i'm sending these ^^ comments to my therapist, you guys make me feel so lonely

maxverstappen1: sorry dude

yourusername: lando !! let us play matchmaker ??

landonorris: i'll let you play matchmaker just don't let max have too much input

maxverstappen1: why not i clearly have good taste?

user8: anyone else wondering whether y/n and charles actually spoke after he was seen outside her building?

user9: i was thinking about that too ... i'm guessing they either didn't or it didn't go well by the fact that he's no where to be seen here

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maxverstappen1: new weekend, new helmet. this one was designed by the love of my life who put her architecture degree to good use to make me this beautiful lid. love you y/n hope to bring you a trophy back in return 🧡

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user13: max being the resident grid sweetheart was not on my 2023 bingo card

yourusername: no worries max, it was an absolute honour to design a helmet for you.

maxverstappen1: it's an honour to wear something designed by you

yourusername: call me the adrian newey of helmet design

maxverstappen1: that's a big shout, that i'm inclined to believe

redbullracing: adrian gives his stamp of approval y/n !

user14: i swear in an older charles vlog y/n spoke about how she always wanted to design a helmet for him :( i'm glad she finally got to do it

user15: no shade but at least this helmet might actually win the race lol

danielricciardo: cute lid, is y/n open for commission?

maxverstappen1: nope she's mine and mine only (unless you're paying)

yourusername: what he said

user16: i just know charles is screaming, crying and throwing up rn

user17: probably not, people stop being friends all the time, he's got more than one friend and is a millionaire, he's living his best life

user16: his track record says otherwise, he's extremely petty, he probably can't handle that max and y/n don't care about him anymore

user18: tbf from what we saw charles was looking to reconcile, it's more y/n who has been unreasonable

user19: i think she's well within her rights to refuse forgiveness and from reports charles never apologised, this has been a pattern of behaviour for years now. she deserved better, she's now got better

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user20: i love that max likes all the shady comments about the situation cause i know y/n would never

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charles_leclerc: always make time for your real friends.

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user21: if there's one thing men will have, it's the audacity

user22: well this is an interesting response

user23: are we meant to clap?

arthurleclerc: what happened to the plan?

charles_leclerc: than plan failed in the minute she closed the door in my face

arthurleclerc: call me, but also stop making excuses

user24: yes it is logical to do this offline arthur, but consider this, i want to read the drama

user25: but at this point how is it drama? it's just charles being stubborn. y/n gave him a full explanation and by the look of it he didn't do a very good job with it

user26: the thing is i honestly believe that however bad the apology would be y/n would still forgive him. they've been friends for so long i think she honestly wants it to work out but shit like this does not help his case

carlossainz55: mate i am so confused

charles_leclerc: what's so confusing? she can say that this has led to her finding "the real thing" but i can't?

carlossainz55: but if you wanted to reconcile, you look like an asshole

charles_leclerc: fine, make me the bad guy like everyone else

user27: charles is really in his whiny boy era lord

user28: all i know is that y/n and max are probably at home having the laugh of their lives

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f1wagupdates: y/n y/ln was in the red bull garage this weekend with verstappen's family. max won this race wearing the helmet she designed for him.

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user31: they are the cutest couple on the grid, perhaps of all time

user32: they're defo on the way to that, if they get married could defo grab best couple of all time

user33: the way she still stopped at ferrari to talk to arthur and wish him and charles luck ... clearly there's a bigger person here

user34: y/n is already so close to the verstappens, her and sophie and victoria were together all weekend.

user35: my friend had a paddock pass and overheard sophie asking y/n when she'll be giving her more grandkids

user36: OMG WHAT? what did y/n say?

user35: that she'd have to be mrs. verstappen first

user37: do not play with me right now if we get the charles and y/n friend breakup and y/n and max engagement all in one season my brain may explode

user38: if max weren't winning every race anyway i'd defo say that this is the lucky helmet

user39: i mean grand slams aren't that common, so maybe it is

user40: max win and charles disasterclass, the best weekend possible for y/n

user41: i don't think she actually wants charles to do badly though, she wouldn't have wished him luck..

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maxverstappen1: i've won a lot of races this year but my biggest win of all was your heart. here's to forever together ❤️

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user42: i think i just saw charles drop to his knees in monaco

user43: i mean they can still be friends? there was never any romantic feelings he's just being weird about being in the wrong and it being max

danielricciardo: i'm so so happy for you guys, you deserve this so much. all the happiness to you, i shall assume my position as best man effective immediately

maxverstappen1: bit forward to assume that you're best man mate

danielricciardo: wait, i'm not best man ?

maxverstappen1: i joke, you are, of course, the best man and i can't think of a better man for the job

yourusername: just don't go too crazy with the stag night, i've heard about your nights out back in the day (seen the videos too)

danielricciardo: i don't know what you're talking about, we'll have a boys night in, a round of uno and he'll be ready at the altar right on time

user44: why am i actually so happy for people i don't even know

yourusername: i can't think of a better way to spend the rest of my life, red bull drive babysitter and cat mama

maxverstappen1: i think jimmy and sassy might just be as excited as me (maybe)

yourusername: i know i can tell by all the holes in my shoes

maxverstappen1: we all have our ways of showing love, some bites holes in shoes, some like to follow you everywhere

landonorris: the way max could be either one

maxverstappen1: ummm i'm trying to be romantic stop accusing me of biting my fiancee's shoes

yourusername: don't worry maxy, i'd still marry you even if you bite my shoes

user45: this is an amazing thing and not to bring the mood down, but do we think y/n will invite charles to the wedding?

user46: max could as well, they are friends, even if charles is trying to use their rivalry as a 'reason' to be angry at this relationship

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yourusername: i am lost for words. i never knew i could love someone as much as i love you, and it is my biggest honour to spend the rest of my life with you.

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user47: she has really won at life i'm so happy for her

user48: who knew being ditched in corsica would be so good for a girl

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maxverstappen1: i love you more than you could ever know, couldn't think of a better mrs. verstappen-y/ln

yourusername: i can't wait to have matching last names

user49: wait is max also going to take y/n's name?

maxverstappen1: yep and couldn't be prouder to have her name

yourusername: awww maxy i love you

user50: so... did charles get an invite?

charles_leclerc: no. so much for moving forward.

yourusername: i won't let you ruin this announcement for me. let the postal service do their job. please get your shit together before you rsvp or fuck off, i have no problem burning that invite.

user51: oof.

landonorris: congrats guys, do me and daniel get a prize for listening to the years of pining that led to this

yourusername: you can get a gold star?

landonorris: make it solid gold and done.

yourusername: girl.

maxverstappen1: if red bull ask whether we drank on this getaway say no

yourusername: we defo didn't spray champagne like we were on a podium and then eat our weight in pasta

maxverstappen1: i had to celebrate my girl :)

note: hiiiii, i know this was highly, highly requested and i hope this has met expectations. i've had real bad writers block and some shit going on in my personal life, so i'm not the happiest with this but could see another part if i get enough ideas lol. thanks for reading <3

[old-lorarri]

꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ─ 𝐓𝐖𝟎𝟎 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

─ summary . . . ❨ a 7 time world champion and lewis hamilton's childhood best friend has always been deemed lewis's not secret twin flame...yeah that's not how this story goes ❩  ─ pairing . . . ❨ toto wolff x fem! mercedes! f1 driver! reader ❩  ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩  ─ author note . . . ❨ not gonna lie a struggled to find a face claim for this one and it’s kinda short but I hope u guys still like it so enjoy! ❩

❨ taglist | masterlist ❩

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yourinstagram ready for desserts ❤️

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user that's not lewis...💀

user ariana what are you doing here 😭😭

totowolff ❤️ ⤷ yourinstagram ❤️ ⤷ user oh? oh! OH?!?! ⤷ user I feel like an idiot rn 😅

user brb while I go delete my lewis x Y/N twitter account 🏃🏽‍♀️

user this wasn't on my 2023 bingo card

lewishamilton keep it pg please ⤷ user LEWIS HAMILTON WHAT HAPPEND ⤷ user YEAH YOU WERE MENT TO HAVE THE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS ARC 😭😭😭 ⤷ lewishamilton was no match for toto's height 🙄

user THIS BARBIE IS INSANE.

user this is my Roman Empire 🥹💕

user ATEEEEEEEE SLAYEDDDDD DEVOUREDDDDDD

user they’re 😭 so 😭 gorgeous

user my royal couple 👑

user me 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾 my parents

user we may have a shit car but at least we have these two keeping us going 🤭👏🏼

user OUR ICONS 👑

user Y/N really said sike to those rumors of her and lewis

user okay but can we talk about sexy these pic's are 😩

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anon ─ Hi!!! First of all, I love ur works (and you too!) and i wanna ask if you can do a driver!reader who is Lewis' childhood friend, everyone thinks that they are dating but the reader is dating/married to Toto for many years now and everyone is shocked (i just know this will be good). Thank you and i love you so much💛

[landograndprix]

where your heart truly lies ✾ l.n - III

❧ in which you and lando are not together, right?

❧ warning: this fic contains cheating and such so if that's not your cup of tea, you should probably not read this 😉

❧ prev part – next part

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landosgfuser I have been guided around london by two lovely locals ✨️

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lonelyheartsclub the woman is too stunned to speak 🥴

landoscar y/n AND yourbestfriendname???

y/nusername your home town next 😉

landosgfuser definitely!

lilith15 nah this girl is too innocent for these two goblins

verstappenmax I want to feel sorry for her but she can read right, she knows about yourbestfrienduser disliking her and y/n potentially getting raw dogged by lando? 💀

landonfour4 girl stfu, maybe she enjoys the idea of her bf getting it with some other girl 😂

verstappenmax because she probably can't satisfy her man

bott_ass why we all bullying this girl? I bet she gets lowkey bullied by the others enough 😭

teampapaya oh no girl run..

landonorris ❤️

bananaleclerc for who it is Lando? For who is the heart, your gf or y/n? 👀

norry4 leave the man alone :')

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f1.gossipp Charles was spotted having dinner with a girl in Monaco earlier this night, according to the person who send the picture the girl looked like y/n y/l/n, lando norris' friend, it would make sense since y/n posted she was in Monaco today for a fashion event. New wag alert?

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sixteencharles this wasn't on my 2023 bingo card

oscarp81 god I love gossiping

hamilt44n I mean they would be cute together, right?

carlito55 they would but people are so obsessed with the idea of y/n and lando

hamilt44n kinda fucked up since he has a girlfriend though,

charlezz cmon they would not be having dinner in public, they would keep it lowkey for now 💀

chilisainz Charles should make her pasta pesto

charlezz pasta crocante 🥧

norrisfour all I'm seeing is the back of a head lmfao could be any girl

lanlan landos girlfriend in the likes 👀

y/nnorriss she said I like this cause now I have my boyfriend all to myself 💀

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landonorris NYC 🗽

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lanlan4 😍😍

maxmaxmax Martin out here collecting drivers like infinity stones

landosgfuser ❤️‍🔥

landonfour44 when McLaren's tractor makes you want to jump 😭

yourbestfrienduser martijn I'm willing to pay dirty money to push that man off the building

landonorris you're getting meaner with the day

yourbestfrienduser good because you're getting more on my nerves each day 🥰

maxnorris siblings are fighting again 💀

norstappen pls be careful!!

y/nusername do a flip

landonorris back or front flip?

y/nusername face first :)

landonorris because you asked so nicely 😉

landoscar lando completely ignoring his gf in the comments but running straight to y/n's and yourbestfriendname 😭

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[yeonboy]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 ♡ choi yeonjun // mlist.

After facing disappointment with love for years upon years, you have chosen to replace romance with dance in your life, dedicating your entire time to this dance academy you’re employed at. It’s not that you hate men now, you just don’t expect to fall for them anymore because all they do is break your heart. And then Choi Yeonjun enters your life as a new recruit at the academy – sweet, adorable, soft spoken, kind and younger than you. He is everything you have never found attractive in a guy before. But somehow, you're helplessly spiraling for him.

❧ choi yeonjun x f. reader | 16+ | smau ♡ comedy ♡ angst ♡ strangers to friends to lovers!au ♡ dance academy!au ♡ 98-liner!reader ♡ dancer!reader ♡ dancer!yeonjun ♡ slow burn.

❧ warnings! profanity, an ABUNDANCE of suggestive jokes, mentions of people's sex lives (or lack thereof), death & murder threats as jokes, some of the characters being assholes for no reason, reader being a commitment phobe, a lot of pining, a ton of miscommunication (hehe ofc <3), misunderstandings, unnecessary heartbreaks + more will be added as the series progresses!

❧ featuring! all of txt | jimin & jungkook (bts) | sakura & kazuha (le sserafim) | yeji & ryujin (itzy) | keeho (p1harmony) | somi (soloist, ex i.o.i).

❧ playlist! trampoline - zayn & shaed ║ easy - camila cabello ║ lavender haze - taylor swift ♪

❧ status! 23.04.23 ⇢ tba. | on-going | bi-weekly updates

notes! heyyy, guys! yes, rya smau era 2k23 hehe! i had this idea for a very angsty fic where an older reader has feelings for a younger yeonjun but can't accept it bec he's not her "type"... but when i tried to write it, it got soooo sad and heavy soooo fast that i had to give up 😭 SO! i reckoned why not attempt to do an smau w a lighter version of this concept??? let's hope this turns out okay (:

pls be kind! the last time i wrote an smau was in 2018 so my creativity's got rust in every crevice (': but constructive criticism + suggestions are more than welcome! 🫶

❧ main masterlist | inbox ⁘

profiles: [1] [2] [3]

00. intro ║ 01. more nepotism hires ║ 02. grandpa and grandma ║ 03. break a leg (but not yours) [written: 1k] ║ 04. do you like flowers ║ 05. ✨aRtTtT✨ ║ 06. let the boy feel a woman's touch ║ 07. support system ║ 08. liking people we can't have ║ 09. it IS weird ║ 10. ‼ trouble ‼ ║ 11. connecting some big ass dots ║ 12. it's a work in progress ║ 13. dance crush ║ 14. enemies to lovers ║ 15. ohhh my god i'm so stupid ║ 16. at least that’s how it began ║ 17. we're no sidehoe material ❌ ║ 18. jealousy wasn't on my bingo card ║ 19. pesky little feelings ║ 20. why do i know so much ║ 21. it should've been me ║ 22. an overthinker AND a dumbass ║ 23. everything is a mess [written: 500] ║ 24. sum chamgo love dive it is [written: 1k] || 25. feels like a funeral in here ║ 26. let's all act surprised || 27. must start breathing into a bag ║ 28. IDK DUDE IM NERVOUS ║ 29. i wasn't jumping I SLIPPED ║ 30. wdym denial ║ [tba]

taglist: @bailies-me @samisubi @forever-in-the-sky2 @captivq @jiawji @hyuneyeon @wanlore @softcabur @emohazuzworld @yjusei @marifujioka @taekwondoes @suzirumas @ohmahgods @ye0nvibezzn @mrsyawnzzn @rionah

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[catelyngrant]

let your faith die, bring your wonder (bsg, laura roslin)

She knows, with increasing tangibility, that the path she’s on will end soon. She’ll leave nothing but a legacy, and that’s only if the human race is very, very lucky. Or, five conversations Laura Roslin had and one she didn't. Written for @galactica-bigbang

Me, writing BSG fic? In the year 2023? Yeah, it wasn't on my bingo card either. But that's been a theme this year, and this weekend marks the 20th anniversary of BSG's premiere, and...here we are. I have some feelings about this, which will go under the cut.

I joined Tumblr after the heyday of the BSG fandom, so many of you didn't know me during that time (others haven't gotten rid of me since). It was a long time ago! The last time I wrote Laura Roslin fic was in 2011. BSG was my last major fandom during the LiveJournal era, and after it came Doctor Who and the start of my Tumblr era, which has lasted much longer and been (mostly) a joy...

But nothing's ever been like BSG. The glory days of my time in that fandom are untouchable. No fandom, and very few other external factors, have impacted my life the way BSG did. If I hadn't begrudgingly watched this show that I was deeply skeptical about (I had never watched sci-fi and had no real interest, but a friend insisted) and loved it so much that I spent most of my free time talking about it with people on the internet...

I'd be a fundamentally different person. The trajectory of my life was altered with that first episode. And now, twenty years after it first aired and coming up on seventeen since I first watched it, there is virtually no part of my daily existence that isn't impacted by/the direct or indirect result of my decision to watch this show all those years ago.

This is because of the people, of course. The incredible cast that brought this show to life, and Mary McDonnell above all, who remains very dear to me in ways I never could have imagined way back when. Laura Roslin was and is one of the greatest characters ever created, and to this day remains my favorite of all time.

Much more, though, it's because of my friends.

Most of us haven't talked about BSG in years. It's not something that I even think about particularly often, not explicitly. It's foundational, not front and center. But BSG directly gave me so many of the people that matter most, and indirectly has led to so much more joy and chaos, and so many more people, through the ripples that are still making their way into my future.

I signed up for this challenge on a whim, thinking it would be fun to revisit BSG and Laura after all this time. Then life happened, aggressively, and finishing this ended up being much more challenging than I expected. I'm glad I did, though.

It's been a ride. I'm excited to see where it will take me next.

[muddyorbsblr]

thots & theories :: loki season 2 episode 1

This post will contain spoilers for the first episode of Loki Season 2 under the cut so please if you haven't watched yet, then press Keep Reading at your own risk.

What you will find under the cut: Whoring out and the return of a side of me that I never actually thought would ever come out again…"Theorist Ally" 🥴🫡

Thots

Please tell me I wasn't the only one at risk of heading to the ER from choking after seeing that first shot of TVA agents chasing Loki down the hallway like besties & fellow whores I did not have "Marvel mercifully decides to leave the mango untouched" in my 2023 bingo card. But we actually got that shot in HD now and it's blowing my tiny whoring mind 🥵😮‍💨

And all the hair flips we got once he lands from a time slip with the tense jaw and neck muscles like Sir we're trying to feel for you and feel the urge to wrap you in a blanket and give you cuddles, but you're making it really hard not to think about [redacted]

Lemme just give y'all some shots that had me feeling all kinds of ways throughout this episode:

Thoughts

Something I really appreciated in this was that while Loki was concerned about how the time slipping looked to people witnessing it, Mobius was more concerned about how Loki felt experiencing it. Precious beb deserves to have someone that actually cares to that level and that bit just warmed my cold dead heart 🥹

In the same vein as above, Mobius' refusal to give up on Loki coming back until the last possible second and even begging OB to hold off a little longer really struck a chord with me because again, he now has someone that isn't just concerned about his well-being but also will believe in him even if everyone's going to tell them to give up 💖

The scene where OB was remembering new memories from his past in realtime during his conversation with Mobius in the present was something that I found insanely clever like let me tell you I was geeking out about it on my couch at 9am on a Friday morning

The sequences where Loki begins to realize in seconds where he's been yoinked off to in the timeline was a really good showcase of how smart our stabby boi is because he was using elements in his surroundings to form a timeline in his head to estimate where he was and he's doing all this under the pressure of not knowing when he's going to disappear again and under visibly excruciating pain 🥺💖

I'm living for the fact that B-15's part of the main group of characters and she really served that look of "are you fucking kidding me and right in front of my salad" when General Dox and X-5 were having their little moment.

Speaking of Dox and X-5…something's going on with those two and if y'all are thinking "mother/son" then lemme just nudge you in the direction of Oedipus Complex because…something about those two don't sit right with me 😖😖

The whole profound emotional moment with Sylvie finally feeling like she can breathe and not have to worry about running anymore and actually eat something that isn't something she hunted would have had the teeniest bit more impact if it didn't take place in a McDonald's but I gotta admit I too have once considered trying the entire menu 😂

Theories

Let's start off with my theories surrounding the scene where they fix the Temporal Loom because I have a feeling that we're going to be returning to that sequence and that setting quite a few times towards the end of the season. And with that sequence alone I have so many questions.

Like how did Sylvie get stuck in the elevator? Who pruned Loki that allowed him to return to his present timeline and also save Mobius in the process? Who's on the other end of the line on that ringing phone in the future? Why is General Dox sending troops upon troops of Minutemen to Sylvie's location and how is she even certain that where they're all headed off to is the location they're after?

So here's a few of my theories/predictions for what we're about to see as Season 2 plays out:

Loki prunes himself – I think we're going to revisit that scene where Loki gets pruned only from a more future Loki's point of view where we see that he's the one that prunes Episode 1 Loki so that he could be extracted and returned to his present timeline. He's the one holding the time stick.

General Dox is a tertiary antagonist – in the grand scheme of the season I think she and X-5 will probably at most be a nuisance with some firepower, but they're not the biggest threat after Kang, which leads me to…

OB is a secondary antagonist – I know I know we love him right now because he's fun and quite matter of fact, but hear me out. I think that his priority will be fixing the Temporal Loom which goes against what at least B-15 stands for because each branched timeline has countless lives living in them. He knows how the loom works and he knows how to repair it, so he puts that above all else to the extent where he could try and reconcile them all once again into a Sacred Timeline. Point is, he won't want the Loom to break.

Rennslayer and Kang are the primary antagonists…and maybe also Minutes? – that casual hard launch in the beginning scenes where Loki's in the past TVA hasn't left my mind and I think this is where we're headed

And now here's where I go tin foil hat and give my most out there theory that I hope won't happen but something tells me that it will.

So…y'all know how in Doctor Who, Clara Oswald sacrifices herself into the Doctor's timeline and splits herself into thousands (maybe even millions) of iterations of herself with the singular goal of saving the Doctor? She becomes a being that is destined to make that decision again and again because the Clara that jumped into the timeline was a life that's probably already been created as a result of that very sacrifice?

That type of circular infinite path of life is like the snake that's forever doomed to eat its own tail in a circle until the end of time. That concept and that symbol is called an Ouroboros.

And now that I've given that long winded intro here's the part where some of you are about to click off and call me delulu and you know what valid but if you're still here and you wanna see the clown show here we go:

Loki will become an Ouroboros

I don't think this episode was just titled "Ouroboros" because we're being introduced to OB. I think there was a more profound meaning to the episode title, that meaning being that this is the path that Loki's headed down. I think he sacrifices himself in the scene where he faces the Temporal Loom without a protective suit on and this will cause him to split into infinite versions of himself throughout the timelines. And one of these infinite versions will find himself in the Future TVA where he sees the Loki from Episode 1 running in search of a time stick.

Now I can already hear some of you going "But Ally why would he do that?" And I'm going to pull from Loki's words directly to explain what his motive could be to do such a thing:

"I want to save my friends"

Now with all that being said, I'm totally open to other theories and I genuinely hope that my big theory is not correct because I really don't like that that's the route my brain went when trying to connect the pieces.

Gonna go and tag some usual suspect besties in this (and not gonna put this into the series tag because self preservation): @gigglingtiggerv2 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @coldnique @peachyjinx @gruftiela @lokisgoodgirl @loopsisloops @give-me-a-moose @lokischambermaid @tallseaweed @mischief2sarawr @maple-seed @joyful-enchantress @november-rayne @ladyofthestayingpower @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @liminalpebble @simplyholl +++

[onyx-syn]

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Main Masterlist (will be added soon!)

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🌹Hello! The names Onyx~

🌹I prefer she/her, and they/them!

🌹I've been on Tumblr for over three years by this point, counting the period I wasn't on here

🌹Coming back to Tumblr because of my addiction of a clown was not on my 2023 bingo card but here we are

🌹I do have a job so my writing won't always be consistent but I will try!

🌹This blog is 18+. Minors be gone and don't be here or I will block you

🌹I mostly write smut, which most if not ALL of the time are unprotected sex, which are under the tags of #[character written] smut, #n/sfw, #n/s/f/w

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🌹Will add more as time goes on but for now -

🌹One Piece (mostly LA! I'm getting back into the anime now): BUGGY, Mihawk, Shanks, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Frank, Brock, and ROBIN

🌹Vinland Saga (I've read all of the manga and now finishing up season two): THORFINN, Askeladd, Thorkell, Snake, Einar, GUDRID, and Canute

🌹debating on whether or not I should write RDR2 and Wolf's Rain👁️👁️

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🌹Smut 18+, Fluff, Angst

🌹Chubby Reader/Plus! Size

🌹Gender Neutral Reader!

🌹Might write some [character] x oc in the near future!

🌹Alternate Universes/Aus!

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🌹Piss and Shit kinks

🌹Cheating

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[batgirlsay]

Mockingjay and the Miner

A Hunger Games AU Playlist for Obiyuki Bingo 2023 by @snowwhite-andtheknight

After a few songs with general Hunger Games vibes, I chose songs with coal mine and childhood crush references that are mostly from Gale’s point of view (with some Katniss trauma in there too). Similarly to how I like both Zenyuki and Obiyuki, I also like both Hunger Games ships for different reasons, but Gale fits better for Obi feels!

Mockingjay and the Miner

Dead Air- Chvrches Deny It All- The Dear Hunter The Gold- Manchester Orchestra Diamonds and Coal- Incubus The Silence- Manchester Orchestra Safe and Sound (Taylor’s Version)- Taylor Swift You’ve Haunted Me All My Life- Death Cab for Cutie Rear View- Manchester Orchestra

Summary lyrics are cited after the cut:

Dead Air- Chvrches

I will never believe what they say There is a strength in enduring

You will be all that I seek in a twisted light

We hold up to an idea And we'll fight it, what we can't see

Deny It All- The Dear Hunter

The hollow stick to arrogance that binds But good faith and fortune rarely reward our cries While we wait carefully and see

Denied and borrowed tonight Deny, deny it all And it all will go away Close your eyes and deny it all

The Gold- Manchester Orchestra

Couldn't really love you anymore You've become my ceiling I don't think I love you anymore

That gold mine changed you You don't have to hold me anymore Our cave's collapsing I don't wanna be me anymore

"You don't open your eyes for a while You just breathe that moment down."

I believed you were crazy You believe that you love me You and me, we're a daydrink So lose your faith in me

Wasn't really dangerous for us We'd just catch you coughing What the hell are we gonna do? A black mile to the surface Well, I don't wanna be here anymore It all tastes like poison

Can't open your eyes for a while You just beat that moment down You can't open your eyes for a while You just breathe

Diamonds and Coal- Incubus

If it’s good to complicate then both of us are doing fine Just keep your eyes on your part and leave me alone to mine

Come on, in spite of this we’re doing just fine Even diamonds start as coal Give us time to shine Even diamonds start as coal

We’re both aligned in frame of mind, but circumstance has got us good And now you’re seeing a side of me I wished no one ever would

The sweetest things They burn before they shine We think way too much Look at us losing touch A promise is a promise until

The Silence- Manchester Orchestra

Why do I deserve the science To feel better about you? At a loss, I lost my cool I denied that I found you I tried to be a basket case I did not surprise you I'm trying to find a signal fire Let me know when I should move

But you, amplified in the silence Justified in the way you make me bruise

I don't want to waste away It was all I gave to you Take me back and take my place I will rise right up for you Nobody's gonna tear you down now "You can go anywhere but you are where you came from"

Let me watch you as close as a memory Let me hold you above all the misery Let me open my eyes and be glad that I got here

Safe and Sound (Taylor’s Version)- Taylor Swift

I remember tears streaming down your face when I said, "I'll never let you go" When all those shadows almost killed your light I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone" But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes The sun is going down You'll be alright No one can hurt you now Come morning light You and I'll be safe and sound

You’ve Haunted Me All My Life- Death Cab for Cutie

You've haunted me all my life Through endless days and countless nights

You're always out of reach when I'm in pursuit Long-winded then suddenly mute And there's a flaw in my heart's design For I keep trying to make you mine

And so I wait, but I never seem to learn How to capture your diminishing returns I still see you through the eyes of a child Not even thinking we could tame the wild

Rear View- Manchester Orchestra

You were born in a bathtub on Deer Lake and the cradle collapsed And I promised I'd give you a mansion, I'm afraid this is it

Still, you're the reason I'm breathing, the soul in my step I've been running out of excuses, but nobody checks Scream when you need me, in fact, you can scream when you don't I'd rather sit here with you screaming than sit here alone

The fire in the rear view is smaller, the further we get

[nekoannie-chan]

Staff unveiled

Title: “Staff unveiled”

Ship: Tina Minoru X Robert Minoru (Love).

Word count: 528 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: N1 “Tarot: the high priestess”.

Summary: Tina and Robert make an important decision.

Warnings/Tags: Argue, decisions.

A/N: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo​  @marvelrarepairs​ MarvelRarePair Bingo Round 2 2023. Annie MRP-066.

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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Tina paced back and forth, speaking her mind, holding the Staff of One in her hands. What they had tried to hide for many years had finally come to light, though they didn't know if that was what was troubling or what their daughter and her friends had possibly discovered about PRIDE.

Robert stood in the center of the room, hands folded across his chest, eyes closed, listening intently to what his wife was saying. He knew it was time to make an important decision. A decision that could change the course of their lives forever. They had been discussing for several days now whether they should tell Nico about his magical origins and finally give him the Staff of One.

He knew she had the right opinion, after all, they had been through many trials together to get this far.

“I think it's time to give the Staff to Nico, she's ready now," Tina finally said.

Robert sat down and turned his gaze back to the fire. He knew what it meant to give the Staff to Nico; it was a symbol of power and responsibility. Coupled with all that could be unleashed, he wasn't entirely sure it was for the best. They began to argue.

Tina sighed and sat down across from him. “I don't know why we're taking so long to decide about this," she finally said, interrupting Robert's argument.

Robert stared at her, knowing his wife was right. Perhaps they were being a bit cowardly by not facing the fact that their daughter was now an adult and deserved to know the truth about her true origin. Besides, the Staff had never been activated with anyone else, not even Amy.

“I think you're right, Tina," Robert commented after a while, taking his wife's hand. “It's time for us to tell Nico the truth and give him the Staff, but we must be prepared for what might happen next.

Tina smiled, grateful that they had finally come to a decision.

“I think that's the right thing to do," she continued. Nico deserves to know the truth and I'm sure she will understand.

Robert nodded and stared at her, knowing Tina was right.

They had spent years hiding her true magical nature from their daughter, for fear that she would learn about it and put her in danger. They suspected what might happen and they needed at least somehow Nico to be able to have something to protect herself and be safe, and that something was the Staff of One.

Robert believed that they could have a quiet talk with their daughter, however, it seemed that Tina was predicting what was about to happen, although they had agreed not to say anything more about it to the rest of the members of PRIDE, mostly for fear of what Jonah might do, they knew how dastardly he could be.

In the end, Robert was not so happy with what had happened, although in some ways he felt that part of what had happened was his fault since he had made a very serious mistake.

For the moment all that mattered to him was that Nico was safe.

[stormblessed95]

2023 has been off to a VERY interesting start just in all of fandom.

Sanderson fans losing their minds over the first secret project dropping but also all consumed with talk about how he has dropped audible for all these secret projects this year for audibles mistreatment of smaller/indie authors.

I started jikook bingo over here. Lol but the prevailing continuation of a Ross/Rachel esque drama fit of people shouting that jikook must have broken up

Jimin Karma with a collab and the W Korea photoshoot.

Yoongi's Instagram photoshoots

Bookish people in general as a fandom with an author kicking off the year by admitting she faked her own su*c*de in 2020 to sell books but is now coming "back to life." (This one wasn't on ANY of my Bingo cards for the year 😬😅 )

Book fandom drama with the never ending "you have to be lying about reading x amount of books in your wrap up"

Scientists apparently uncovering the tomb/temple of Osiris.

There is just SO MUCH we could be talking about constantly and honestly, I thought we all agreed to leave the drama in 2022 😅😂

[blairsanne]

Just What You Wanted

For the @deanobingo 2023 event!

Prompts: Marco - "Can I borrow that?" Go Girls - Marco 607 words

Summary: Marco reflects on the origins of his scarf. CW: Implied off-screen sex, alcohol consumption.

A/N: Just a little idea I had early on in the month so here it is before the Bingo event is over! Canon-Marco is pretty awful, but I got this idea that maybe he wasn't always like that...

Marco slid off the edge of the mattress and grinned to himself as he found his underwear in the mess of clothing strewn across the floor.

While he got himself redressed, his latest bedmate pointed to his patterned scarf. “Ooh! Can I borrow that?”

“No!” He snatched it up and held it away, turning his body to shield it from her reach.

She stepped back in alarm and pouted, hugging her bare chest.

“Er, I mean-” He let out a nervous laugh, embarrassed by his overreaction. “It’s just- sort of part of my brand y’know?”

He wrapped it around his neck like a security blanket, still shirtless.

She let out a forced laugh. “Yeah, I reckon, now that you say that.”

She picked her shirt up off the floor. “Just thought it would look cute as a halter.”

Marco raised his brows and looked her over, imagining it wrapped over her tits. “Yeah, yeah it would.”

“Maybe I should buy my own. Where’d you get it?”

“Oh, uh- nowhere special, but it was a while back.” 

She shrugged, seeming to let go of the idea as she grabbed her purse.

He rubbed his mouth, trying to push the memories from his mind of when he’d started wearing it every day to begin with.

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(Years earlier)

Marco huffed as he slumped into the booth in his local pub. “Kace bailed on me!”

His friend Tom scrunched his face. “Was she coming out tonight?”

It wasn’t uncommon for Marco’s flatmate to join them for drinks, but Tom didn’t remember her being part of the plan.

“No, I mean she took off! Shifted to Wellington with a note left on the table while I was at work.”

“Ah, bummer.” Tom nodded in commiseration.

James leaned over with a keen look. “If you need a new flattie, I can move in next week.”

“Oh yeah?” Marco took a sip of his beer before nodding, still frowning. “Choice.”

“Wellington, eh? Must be chasing after that fella she likes.” “Ah, yeah! The tv host.” “You reckon?” “Yeah, you know chicks; only want fame and clout.”

“Really?” Marco wiped at his nose and sighed. “I sorta thought, y’know, we might get together.” “Oh, maaaaaaate.”

“She was always saying how I was such a great guy and all…” “She had you on the hook so bad, bro.”

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The next morning, Marco stumbled into his kitchen to make some coffee, cursing Kacey once more as he lamented his hangover.

As it percolated, he looked around the flat, noting the second-hand furniture, tattered posters on the wall, and general mess.

This isn’t the sort of flat Kacey’s ideal man would have, he thought. She goes for those jafas with leather sofas and perfect hair, who smoke cigarettes and bag a different chick every night. Famous guys on TV, who can afford to take her out wherever she likes.

He started tidying up in frustration, vowing to himself that he’d become exactly that sort of guy.

And when she comes crawling back, I’ll treat her just like they always do, he thought bitterly. Just what you wanted, Kace.

He grabbed his jacket off one of the battered dining room chairs, pausing when a black and grey scarf fell out from under it. Kacey’s.

He bent down to pick it up, stilling as he smelled the lingering scent of her perfume. His bitterness turned to sadness again as he thought of her. He wasn’t sure if he would actually be able to reject her, if she ever did want him someday.

He put the scarf on and looked at himself in the mirror.

Just like one of those jafas.

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[empresscarmen]

Who would've thought that in 2024, I'd be here trying to relive a Tumblr blog? Definitely wasn't on my 2024 bingo card, but hey, that's life for you. I mean, look at last year – I got pregnant with twins, so yeah, that DEFINITELY wasn't on my 2023 bingo card, and it played out beautifully. So, no complaints here. But ahh, you see, maybe that's the reason why I need this Tumblr account – to track this new life of mine while also, I don't know, setting some goals for myself. You know, like showing up for myself. I guess I'm just at a point in life where it's like, "Hey, it's time for me to consistently show up for me." I'm a mother now, and the only way I can be the best mom I can be is if I actually start being the best me I can be. And no, I don't mean any of that superficial BS. I mean real-life caring for myself, respecting myself, self-discipline, you know? And mhm, it's like, "Well, why come to Tumblr and do this?" Well, I guess it's because, truthfully, I miss writing, and also, why not? It's something I want to do, and that's what matters. Who cares who sees? Sometimes the ones we see every day never even see us, no matter how bright. So why continue to put on a show? At some point, you have to venture out and try new things, explore new avenues, and you'll find your tribe along the way. So here's to new beginnings and a new blog journey.

~C.💋

[thealleydog]

LONG LONG LONG STORYTIME ABOUT HOW MY LIFE GOT FLIP TURNED UPSIDE DOWN THIS PAST WEEKEND (tldr at the bottom)

Guest starring @wint3r-h3art ~! 💖💖💖

This is chisme. Gossip. Personal life stuff. But I am, still, very much unemployed.

This wasn't on my 2023 bingo card. I didn't know this was gonna happen when I ate those grapes under the table of a New York dive bar. But sometimes you gotta get your heart broke before you can shake some shit up.

My mentor and close friend owns the tattoo shop we work(ed) at. He taught us how to tattoo on top of some real-life lessons. And if people were to ask me, I'll always credit him for getting me to where I am now. But this bitch is a severely traumatized, unmedicated bipolar who ends up taking it out on the people closest to him. Amazing man who wants to be a good person to his people. But - untreated and refuses therapy.

And while he can be a good man, he will put your ass THROUGH IT. I'm telling you, my homie, Fabian, and I literally had almost quit our apprenticeships because we were helping him build that shop, and it was STRESSFUL. But it made us tough. Instead, I settled for a full mental breakdown along the shore and stared at the lake for an hour or so.

(Side note, why does crying clear up the face and make you look beautiful??? That's no makeup right there?!?!)

We two and our other homie, Primo, have been there for the beginning. I'm talking as soon as quarantine was lifted enough that shops in the city were allowed to reopen and could cut our hair again. (I got a shaggy mullet.) So that's three years of our lives to give to this shop and him. Everyone else that came in and was with us to the end are literally amazing people. Like the social circle we had there was something we don't wanna let go of. And he was almost like our dad in a way.

Anyways! So this summer hasn't been the best and in an effort to get new blood and clients into the shop, four of us decided to work a booth at Anime Magic and represent the shop. There was a whole row just for tattoo artists and we knew a handful of them from other shops. (The community is surprisingly small.) We spent about a month worrying and preparing and buying supplies. It's mine and Mari's first con, but Fabian and David knew what to do and we passed inspection.

All's good, right? I'm excited. I booked @wint3r-h3art and her husband! They came all the way from Boston to get stabbed by me. (Which oh my god I'm still humbled someone would do that!)

So I'm tattooing my first internet friend I get to meet in real life...

Then Mari stopped tattooing and showed me the mass text we got from him.

Bro.

My heart fell into my ass and I felt the world crumble. It was so embarrassing. Had to pull up my big girl panties and knock out these tattoos though. I ain't no punk.

At the end of the night, Fabian and I try to call him, trying to see where his headspace is at and if he's okay. He didn't answer at first, but he called back. I didn't say anything because I was sitting all quiet, full of disappointment and crying a bit. Fabian tried to tell him we are here for him and we love him - only for him to hang up on us.

So we head to the shop to check on every still there. The mood is just...

Everyone is heart broken and disappointed and scared even. But the kicker is the lady who does the office paperwork felt safe enough to tell us how he was acting lately. How he'd talk shit about us and vent his frustrations to her. But he'd act more than okay with us. Even when we would talk to him, he never showed his feelings about anything he vented to her. His mental health was definitely getting worst and with four of us at the convention, all he wanted was for something to go wrong that Friday.

And it did. One of the artists has to go back to her home country for surgery because of a numbness that has been bothering her for three years. She told us she was gonna put her two weeks in and work a little at other places until she had to leave. So when she holds his hands and begins to tell him "I have to leave -"

"Okay then go. Pack your stuff immediately."

Didn't give her a chance to explain or talk even when she begged him to listen. Had to pack her stuff into garbage bags.

Then he sent that massive text that morning we were at the convention.

Mind you, we are a crew of nine people, including two baby apprentices. We think we ain't got jobs. I was able to not think about it the rest of the night because Linda and her hubs were so awesome, and I got to eat and drink something for the first time since 8 or 9 am. (But for real, you guys are the highlight of my story so far!) Anxiety? Betrayal? The streets??? On an empty stomach, good Lord. ⚰️

Day 2 and Day 3 go by. We're still tattooing. But now people are starting to ask questions. So we tell them our situation. It's like blood in the water.

"Come work with us!"

"We got spots!"

"You should come by and talk to the owner of our shop."

Apparently our shop has a GOOD reputation. And all the artists do good work so people want us to work for them.

The now Refuge Gang decided on Sunday night to go to shop and just clean out our equipment, which would leave the owner with a very empty shop on Monday. We just didn't want to deal with him anymore considering he was being very manic with his texting and how he was responding to people in the shop. Gave no illusion that he would change his mind.

That night I felt empty and lost. I felt terrible about that this had to happen with him. He really saved me by teaching me. But this was abusive. With a heavy heart, I was the last to leave my key in the office. Wasn't expecting to cry.

We ended the night with Korean BBQ, plum wine, and several shots of shochu.

I think everything is gonna be alright. He tried to call me twice during this whole thing. But I ignored it because I'm not going back and I need space from him for a long time. Still love him, but that was something I won't tolerate anymore is people abusing me in any shape or form. Even cherished friends.

I have a job lined up not too far from my place and I'll be apprenticing one of the babies from the old shop as part of the deal! Even though she's like my age, but Dani's awesome as fuck. Gotta step my pussy up and guide her and myself on this wild unknown road!

Fingers crossed I just need to meet the boss this Friday to iron out the details. But this one is set up where I could actually... have a life. I can be an artist again. A real, piece of shit, beautifully grotesque, smut artist that I've been! (Check out my Instagram and scroll down, you'll see what I mean.) The Refuge Gang have started a group chat to support and look out for each other. We're making sure everyone will be working again and stable. Someone us even got into some real Chicago staple shops! I'm proud of all these talented hoes.

AND and, HOPEFULLY, because we liked each other so much and we're all incredibly talented - Fabian has spearheaded an idea and is in the works of starting an artist collective! Working on getting funding, investors, a building, THE WORKS. That way we can be artists AND tattoo artists. We'll be our own bosses. If everything goes well, we should have everything organized by the spring. It takes fucking forever for shit to happen in Chicago, but we'll be having meetings to talk and work together on this project.

TLDR: My homie got me and the Refuge Gang fucked up but we're wily. Tattooing isn't for punk bitches.

[beetlegoose01]

Hold on to the memories (Specs x Tucker)

happy new years my loves!! be safe alright? 💕✨️🎉🍾we survived 2023!! be nice this is my first time writing this pair AND for this fandom lmao Read on AO3!

December 31st-  11:45 pm.

Parties suck.

Specs ditches it ages ago, opting to slink behind the porch swing and cradle his remaining daiquiri as if his life depends on it. Which it does. There is no way he could handle the rest of the year—fifteen minutes of it left, sober.  Not that hiding matters anyway. Outside there's an even bigger group of people, shouting, screaming along to the song playing on the speakers. Fireworks crackle above his head, a rainbow mishmash of colors that blend into the misty sky, along with some cigarette smoke. 

He can't remember why he even showed up. He didn't know any of these people fooling around like idiots. Was he even invited? Or did he just go along with Tucker?

He jolts from his daze to realize something. 'Oh fuck I lost Tucker. How did I lose Tucker? He's not exactly an easy person to lose!'

Thankfully Tucker wasn't his designated driver, but he still liked having him around for moral support. 

He couldn't remember the last time he saw him. It was...maybe it was when he was wandering around the house. The music was pounding in his ears, and Tucker had mentioned something about helping his cousin with..something. What was that something?

"Don't go anywhere, Specs, I just need to help Taylor clean up the—you know. Ugh."

Puke. Right. Someone had puked inside the cat's litter box. And that was when Specs decided to step outside to get some air.

He takes another sip of his drink, swallowing away the tartness of it all, the blended ratio of lime to rum being too uneven for even him to find it delicious in any capacity. Not to mention it seemed to make his vision worse. It wasn't unusual for his glasses to slip off, seeing as they needed to be adjusted every other second, but upon touching his face, he feels the frame right on the bridge of his nose. He simply hadn't noticed, with the noise and the overwhelming atmosphere of it all. He wouldn't mind going home before midnight. Maybe he could catch Elise and they could go spirit hunting.

Except she was off playing bingo with her friends, so even if he did get back, she wouldn't be there.

His glass was empty now. Specs places it aside and exhales, resting his back against the edge of the porch stairs. It was only when he let himself wander for a bit towards the lawn that he notices a tall, bearded man moving towards him.

"There you are!" Tucker says and with no hesitation plops right next to him.

"Surprise, you found me." He replies flatly.

"You're not that hard to find. Five-foot nothing guy with glasses." He ignores Spec's noise of faux outrage. "And, I happened to notice you ran off without telling me."

"Aw, you do care."

Tucker shoots him a look, before taking a swig of whiskey.

Specs leans over, bumping his shoulder against him lightly without thinking. "I needed the fresh air." He admits after a moment of silence.

"Air's not that fresh out here."

"It's better outside than in. Can't stand the noise."

"Well it is a New Years party, kinda expect it to be a little noisy."

"New Years Eve party," He corrects. "No one actually celebrates New Year's Day 'cause they're too busy recovering from their hangovers. Y'know, it almost makes zero sense why it exists. There's nothing special about it. And...and new years resolutions? Like who the hell does those? It's so dumb. And fuck, it's so loud."

"Specs, how drunk are you?" Tucker smirks, allowing the other to lean closer almost into his lap.

"Yes." He grumbles.

"If you hate the noise so much, why did you show up?"

"You know why."

Mischief twinkles in his warm brown eyes. "Guess I do." His voice is gruff, but comforting. “Because I'm your best friend, and the only person who would invite you to a party. There's a first time for everyone, Specs.”

“Fuck off. That's only partly true.”

“Mm.”

"What time is it?" He gestures at Tucker's watch.

He glances down. "Nearly midnight, about a minute."

"Ha, you've got a few seconds then to figure out your resolution."

"I thought you said resolutions were dumb?"

"They are, that's why I expect you to do one. Duh."

He rolls his eyes. "Alright, my resolution is---"

Someone shouts over the buzz of voices. "Ten seconds till midnight! Everyone couple up, and get ready!"

It takes them a second to realize what's going on. Men with women, men with men, women with women, all huddling in the cold, waiting in anticipation as they start to count down.

10...9...8...

"Is this the part where we kiss?" Specs whispers, not realizing he says it aloud. "Oh fuck."

7...6...5...4...

Tucker seems taken aback, his eyes wide in astonishment at the suggestion. "I---think so? Do we?"

He shrugs. "Not if you don't want to! My mouth started doing the talking...before I finished thinking."

Tucker chuckles. "

Let's do it, man. It's tradition."

3...2...1

Neither man knows who moves first. Specs feels Tucker tenderly cup his cheek to tilt it slightly, his rough, chapped lips finally pressing against his in a soft gesture of affection.  Specs didn't expect to feel anything but a quick burst of adrenaline. Instead he felt light, tingling all of a sudden---and it wasn't because Tucker's beard was tickling him.

When they pull away, Specs is left wanting more. He catches a glimpse of Tucker's eyelashes fluttering open, and he nearly passes out at the sight. He never realized how beautiful he is, never grasped just how his eyes seemed to shine under the moonlight.

"Woah."

"Woah." He echoes. "That was..."

"Yeah...that was...really---" His cheeks redden, at a loss for words.

"Nice."

"Yeah, nice, that's the word I was looking for."

"Happy New Year?"

"Happy New Year." He nudges him. "You never told me your resolution."

Tucker winks, placing his hand in Spec's hip. "Don't need to. I already did my resolution for this year."

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hanukkahbingo 2023

Fic or Art/Graphic Title: alone in the dark, chapter eight: “Floods” Author/Artist Name: josiebelladonna Fandom: Testament (Band) Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Alex Skolnick (and how) Bingo Squares Being Filled: first night, menorah, candles, shamash, oil, light in the dark 🔥 Rating: Mature Warning(s): Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Link to Work: x @aimmyarrowshigh

Christine and I returned to the front room of the house with our pants buttoned back up and our hair returned to form, and all the while, I wondered about the sight of the blush on my face. She had gotten me going back there, such that I could hardly breathe or keep up with my own thoughts. I couldn't believe that I had jacked off alongside with her: we had done it together and none of them seemed to have noticed, either. I was also surprised by the fact that none of them noticed that she and I had gone into the room for as long as we did.

I ran my fingers through my hair, and I swore that I had a little too much warmth on the back of my neck. Wendy smiled at me through the graying shadows all around us; before I took my spot on the couch, Christine gave my ass a little pinch, which in turn made my spine straighten up a bit.

“You okay?” Wendy asked me.

“Yeah, I just got a chill is all,” I sputtered out to her, and I sank down on the couch next to her. I rested my hands upon my knees and let out a low whistle. “You know, it just sinks over you and doesn’t leave.”

“Oh, yes, I know the feeling,” she assured me with a nod and a little smile on her face. I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t really in the mood for some lovin’, especially when her own daughter sat right next to me and touched herself right in front of me. I needed to shake off the feeling before anything else happened thereafter.

Meanwhile, right over our heads, the rain persisted in the form of hard and strong pattering like a bunch of hammers going all at the same time.

“Do you think that we could see some flooding soon enough?” Christine herself asked aloud from my left.

“It’s possible,” her grandfather confessed as he leaned back in the recliner chair. “But we’re safe here, though, I would think.”

“It would still be necessary to keep an eye on everything outside, though, dear,” her grandmother then chimed in.

“Of course, of course…” I turned my head towards Christine and the fact the she had her legs pulled up towards her chest so her feet rested on the edge of the chair cushion. She kept her eyes fixed on me, while I had my attention focused on her short red hair. I couldn’t hardly shake it out of my mind, the thought of her there next to me.

If only I knew what she was trying to do for me right then. She had her eyes fixated on me and her fingers pointed in my direction. Something told me she was trying to send me some sort of signal through her fingers: I thought about the night before when we lay in bed together when she had her hands on my belly as if she held onto a big teddy bear. The way that I glanced down at my belly right then, and then I moved my attention back to her hands and the way that she flexed her fingers at the sight of me. I had a thought in the dead center of my mind and I didn't really want to think about it, but I thought it, anyway. I swallowed when she rubbed her fingertips together; I brought my gaze to hers only to find out that she was looking at my jeans, followed by the bottom of my shirt. She licked her lips and cracked me a little smirk.

I was only slightly thick in the waist but I wished that I could feel what she was feeling at that moment. Nevertheless, I wasn't going to act on it in there not, and definitely not with her mother and grandparents in the same room with us. Luckily for me, the three of them fell silent, which gave me the opportunity to speak up.

“So, what should we do now?” I asked them with a clearing of my throat. There was a brief pause, accentuated by the sound of the rain.

“We have some cards,” her grandmother suggested. “I don't think we have a dreidel, though.”

“It's alright,” I assured her with a shake of my head. “I haven't played with a dreidel since I was a little kid—I don't even remember how to play the game proper now. All I know is you've gotta spell out the acronym that translates to 'a great miracle happened there.'”

I gave my hair a shake and leaned forward on the couch, and I rested my elbows on my knees. Through the shadows, Christine’s grandparents showed me their grins, in all their toothy quality surrounded by the wrinkles of time and age. If only I could see myself the way that they saw me, especially with the gray light through the window onto me.

“You're very proud of your heritage, aren't you?” her grandfather said with a little chuckle.

“I guess you could say that I am,” I replied, and I couldn't resist smiling back at him.

“By the way, mind me prying but—I just now noticed your gray hairs,” her grandmother added.

“Oh, this old thing?” I quipped as I rested a hand on the right side of my head. “I've had this for quite a while.”

“It's interesting how it's collected on that part of your head,” Wendy told me. “Like it kind of makes you wonder where it came from.”

“It's just one of life's many mysteries,” I said in a low voice. “It's like the eighth wonder of the world.” And the four of them laughed at that.

“Anyways, I think we do have some cards laying around in the bedroom,” Christine’s grandfather said as he stood to his feet. I watched him go into the hallway before I returned my attention to the three generations of women there next to me.

“Alex is surrounded by girls,” Christine then quipped.

“It's kind of odd for me, too,” I said.

“Why is that?” Wendy asked.

“Yeah, even with the gray hair, you're actually very handsome, dear,” Christine’s grandmother chimed in.

“It gives character,” Wendy added. “The same can be said with your nose, too. There's just something kind of raw about you, too. Raw, primitive beauty, dare I say.”

“That's beautiful, Mom,” Christine said right then.

“Yeah, that was beautiful,” I echoed her, and I could feel myself growing warm again. I ran my fingers through my hair again, and that time around, I gave my head such a shake that I showed off my neck, as well.

“Gorgeous man alert,” Christine joked, which brought a laugh out of all of us. Her grandfather then returned to the front room with a couple of decks of cards in one hand and what appeared to be a game of Chinese checkers in the other hand.

“Remember playing this, Christine?” he asked her as he set the board down on the coffee table before Wendy and me.

“All the time! The six way checker board with the little marbles, oh yes.”

It was just a little cozy afternoon there in the house, even as I heard the water furiously down the swollen gutters outside. The street was about to be flooded but I trusted her grandfather, though, in the safety of the house. All I could tell myself was that the rain had to lift at some point, and it had to lift by the time the shadows shifted and the light began to fade.

“The first night is upon us, son,” he told me. “It's going to be dark in the next hour or so.” I turned my attention to Christine again and the warm look to her face, the warmth despite the increasing shadows and the singular candlelight that danced across her face. As far as I knew, she was trying to climb inside my head and find something about me to bring to the light. I then turned my attention to the hearth and the nine candles up top there: they stood in anticipation of two being lit up for the night.

“What do you think we should do?” Wendy then joined in.

“Let’s all sit in here and then one of us can light it up,” I coaxed her. “Once it's lit, we'll have a moment of silence and then we can have dinner.” I turned my attention to Christine’s grandparents. “Is there anything fried or oiled up in the kitchen that we can make on the hot plate?”

“French fries!” her grandfather said.

“That'll work, actually,” I assured him, and I couldn't help but laugh. I was cozy and warm and welcomed. I had to laugh. “Hey, seasoned potatoes deep fried in oil, yeah, totally!”

Soon enough, the light faded to where I knew the sun was about to go down, and I knew my parents were already proceeding with their own celebration back East, by themselves and without me and my brother there with them. We would be there for the next seven nights, I was certain.

Christine offered to light the makeshift menorah for us once it grew dark enough to light up the candles.

“Okay, so what do I do, exactly?” she asked me.

“First, you light up the one in the middle,” I instructed her. “And then you take that candle and light up the one off to the far left of you.”

“These are oil candles, right, Mom?” She showed the little one in the middle to Wendy.

“I believe they are, yes,” she replied.

“It's alright, I'm not going to make a huge deal out of it,” I promised her. “I'm Reform Jewish so I won't complain. My parents are the ones with the big brass menorah up on the mantel that lights up with the oil candles. It's always a sight to see on the eighth night, especially.”

“Should I put these up here on the mantel?” she offered me. “So it's more like a proper menorah?”

“If you want,” I told her with a shrug of my shoulders. “I like how they're down by the fireplace, actually. It really drives home the 'light that never goes out' mantra when I really look at them from here.”

Christine used one of those long fireplace matches to light up the little candle in the middle, the one that acted as the shamash. The wick slowly gave us a small flame about the size of a chickpea; but once she doused the flame on the match, I had a feeling that would suffice for the one on the left. She picked it up and brought the flame to the candle on the far left: the room smelled of wax and sulfur, but at least it was that and not black spray paint on the garage door panel outside. The flame on the far left erupted to life, and she sat the shamash down before she joined the four of us there on the couch.

The light of the shamash and the candle at the far left flickered over the wall right behind the hearth. I closed my eyes as I thought about my mom, the feeling of her arms around my waist and her hands rested upon my chest; I thought about my dad and the way he liked to hold me close to him from the front. The feeling of my parents’ arms on me: a feeling that I missed and wanted so much right then, perhaps more than the feeling of Christine’s body next to me. It was all I wanted right then: a hug from both of my parents, and especially after those last couple of days.

I opened my eyes and gazed on at the dancing twin flames there upon the bricks and the shadows inside of the fireplace. The one on the far left was the smaller of the two, while the flame of the shamash seemed to be taller.

There was a light that never went out. There was a light that only guided the way through the graying shadows and the swelling rivers in the storm drains outside. There was a light that never went out in the swirling darkness over the parched desert terrain.

The helper candle helping the smaller of the two, like a young man helping a seventeen-year-old girl find herself, and the girl helping the man find himself, mainly because the two of them had just come right out of relationships that transformed them. A pair of flames, fueled by the sweet caress of the cold droves of water outside of there.

I kept my hands on my lap and my feet flat on the floor. All I could think about were my parents.

For a second, I swore that I felt either Wendy or Christine’s hands on my knee, but when I looked down, I saw nothing.

All I could think about were my parents.

Through the noise of the rain, I swore I heard sirens, like the sirens that warned you before something rained down on you like fire and brimstone. I couldn't explain it but for a brief second, I swore that I saw the end. Maybe it was my own heritage, and maybe it was my own pride, but I stood alone. I was there in that warm, cozy little oasis, away from the rest of the world, and a part of me did not want to leave. A part of me did not want to leave, but then I remembered that I was going back to an even bigger oasis clear across the country, and I could hug my mom again as she served me some sufganiyot with all the powdered sugar dusted on top as well as the gelt for the second night. I also tried to picture the sweater that she wanted to give me as well.

To feel the warmth. To feel the comfort.

“Shabbat Shalom,” Wendy declared as the sound of her voice broke the silence.

“Shabbat was actually two nights ago, but—you know,” I pointed out with a shrug followed by a chuckle.

“Who wants French fries?” Christine’s grandfather asked us.

“Ooh, yes please!” I chirped.

“I'll make 'em,” Christine herself offered, and she stood to her feet.

“Wanna join her, son?” her grandfather asked me with a smirk.

“Why, to see if it's coming along kosher?” I joked to him, and we all chuckled at that. “Gladly!”

I followed her into the kitchen and something told me this was going to manifest in another way somehow. Darkness covered the entire kitchen, as did the continual drone of the rain outside. No sooner had I stepped out of their line of sight when I felt her hands on my chest. I staggered back a bit towards the fridge as she planted her lips onto mine.

She breathed harder as her fingers swept through the roots of my hair at the back of my head. Her hips brushed up against my own; I steadied myself on the door of the fridge but it was too slippery so I stepped towards the cabinets. I couldn't explain it but I had these deep feelings within me as well. She had awoken something in me over the last couple of days and they were all flooding out right then and there with the use of nothing more than her own fingers.

All I could think about was the rain. The rain and the floods. The swirling and whirling of the water between us. The little flames in the next room may have lit our way, but the waters carried us there. The waters between us and inside of us.

I wanted to resist. I wanted to tear away from her and the fact she was younger than me. But I couldn't escape the feeling. She and I were both desperate for the yearning and the soft touch, and most of all, the safety. I couldn't compare my own history to hers, but I couldn't help but feel something in her that I could compare to me. We both needed refuge from the world. We both needed a safe corner, even if it meant being in the darkness for the time being.

“I want you,” she breathed into my lips. “I want you so badly—”

The feelings were there but I needed to have some sense. I was nine years older than her, after all.

“Christine—” I grunted out, but she had an absolute death grip on me. “Christine, please, I can't—”

“Do you have a light in there, kids?” her grandmother called out.

“We sure do!” Christine called back; through the dim light, I saw her lick her lips before she gave me another big open lipped kiss in all its hearty fashion.

“Christine... your mother and your grandparents are in the other room!” I whispered to her.

“So? Let me touch you... I can't touch you?” She ran her fingers underneath the bottom hem of my shirt; her fingertips caressed up my skin which in turn sent these deep shivers up my spine. She had a grip on me, and there was a huge part of me that did not want her to stop, either.

“I need to ask you—” I sputtered out in between swipes from her lips. “I need—”

“Go ahead, baby,” she finally whispered to me.

“We need the light,” I breathed to her.

“But we need the darkness to stay under wraps,” she insisted to me, still with her voice down low only for me to hear.

“If they walk in, we have to stop, though,” I told her.

“Of course, of course...” she whispered right into my lips, and she pressed her own onto mine, yet again. She kissed with such strength and yet such softness, that I began to wonder why her ex was her ex in the first place.

“God dammit, you're such a great kisser,” I whispered into her lips. “I hate to admit that, too.”

“Why, 'cause I'm seventeen?” she asked me, slightly taken aback.

“Yes.”

“Well, you're very sexy for a man who's older than me,” she quipped back with a tap on the tip of my nose and another kiss on my lips. Fair enough.

“But I need to ask you,” I started again, and that time I broke free from her grip to look into her eyes, darkened by the pure nightfall that overcame us; “what are you doing? Like… why do you keep coming close to me when you and I both know that we’re worlds apart in terms of age?”

Christine then moved in closer to my ear, and I couldn't explain it but something told me she was about to lick the rim of it.

“Because I love you,” she whispered right into my ear instead. I raised my eyebrows. I knew she couldn't see me, and thus I held still instead.

“I love you,” she repeated to me. “I can’t explain it but I love you. I love you and I want you with me forever. I don’t care how old you are but you remind me of everything good in the world, of everything that I want and everything I love as well. I love you. I need you.”

She nudged a lock of hair behind my ear.

“You are the ghost of the love I once knew, and the one that I would give anything just to have it back,” she breathed right into my ear. She pressed her lips onto the side of my face and ran her hands down the small of my back and onto my ass. Another deep chill swept over me, all up and down my spine like a zipper. I let my chest rise so she could touch me again. She had a hold over me, and I knew I could trust her in it as well.

“It’s funny, I think I’m in love with you, too,” I whispered right into her face.

I really hoped that nothing would happen as she and I kept our arms around each other, and I planted my foot on the panel of the cupboard underneath the counter. I was more than willing to make out with her some more with what time we had left in that house together, that is until the overhead light of the kitchen flickered back on. Pale white light washed over the crowns of our heads, and she stepped back from me and smoothed down her top. I ran my fingers through my hair and blinked a few times; meanwhile, in the next room over, the three adults in the house seemed to be concocting something for us. With the rain continuing all around us, I could only wonder as to what it was and what they could give us with what we had at our disposal.

“Not going to need the candles after all,” I told her right then, that time in a louder voice so the three of them thought we were just looking for the candles and some more matches.

“We should get some takeout right about now,” I heard her grandfather suggest right then, and her grandmother chuckled at that. “When he talked about having Chinese food earlier, I’ve just had it on my mind since then.”

“It’s still raining like a bastard out there, though, Dad,” Wendy pointed out. “We’ll have to hustle back here in a haste.”

“At least we have the lights back on, dear,” Christine’s grandmother assured her. “We could fetch some dinner and come home to catch the news report about the rain and the airport.”

The mere mention of the airport only made me want to hold Christine in my arms even harder. After those sweet whispers, I wanted to feel her next to me. I couldn’t explain the feeling, but I wanted her so much more. Perhaps it was the realization that I could be back home at my parents’ house that time the next day, or maybe it was hearing that confession and the fact it was all so soon for the both of us.

“Please… keep this between you and me,” I whispered into her ear.

“You know that I will, baby,” she assured me with another kiss on the lips.

“I want to spend the night with you again,” she whispered.

“By all means, come to me,” I beckoned her.