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lizthewriter · 9 months

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general mattheo riddle headcanons ☆ミ ☆彡

• to everyone else, mattheo is an uncaring bad boy - that is his reputation, that will always be his reputation

• but deep down, he's really a sweetheart

• he loves muggle music, more than he's willing to admit; the smith's, of course, and basically anything 60s and 70s; i'd say he also really loves punk rock, like the ramones

• out of all the slytherin boys, he's closest with blaise

• he and draco are actually not as close as you'd think them to be

• if anything, i feel like mattheo knows draco, pansy, crabbe, and goyle but he's not very close with them - he is, however, close with blaise and theodore nott

• he doesn't smoke - sorry for those of you who stan bad boy!mattheo but he just doesn't

• he likes to create art - he's never shown anyone, not even blaise

• he particularly likes to go out late at night to various parts of the grounds and draw what he sees - the black lake, near hagrid's hut, the astronomy tower, the clock tower, etc.

• he is not a morning person AT ALL, this man is a night owl

• he's actually a very nice person - very funny and sarcastic

• he doesn't have any interest in romance (that is until he meets you ofc)

• he's very smart but has no interest in academics

• he thinks he'd like to run a small shop somewhere

• he loves the quiet, but won't spend time in the library so people don't think he's some kind of nerd

• he likes scented candles and keeps some in his dorm - hides them from the others

• once, they found a candle in the room when mattheo forgot to put it away but it was on blaise's desk - blaise dealt with the teasing from the others for mattheo

• professor mcgonagall has a soft spot for him

• he thinks quidditch is stupid

• not really a sweet tooth or a big foodie

• doesn't really like parties either - like i said, he likes the quiet and only goes for blaise's sake

• the only class he actually loves is history of magic - he finds it kind of fascinating - shhhh don't tell anyone

• likes to go out on walks - at night though, that's the best time

• reads poetry, don't tell anyone I said that either

• he basically loves literature, poetry, music, solace, and the stars

• pretends he doesn't care about his friends that much but if you actually look close, he really loves them and does a lot of things for them

• he's not that talkative, so he usually listens and is very observant

• his favorite season is winter and he stays for the winter holidays each year

• he loves to explore the castle, especially during this time

• when he does fall in love with someone, he makes it plainly obvious to them and only them

• he'll flirt with you, no shame

• the most romantic shit and you don't even know him very well

• but once your his, then EVERYONE will know

• if someone else tries to touch you, he will go balls on that person

• he'll annihilate them

• yeah, he's a bit possessive

• no one can understand why you like him cause he seems like such an arse, but he's actually a sweetheart

• his love languages are physical touch and gift-giving

• expect small little gifts EVERYWHERE - he will hide this shit in your robes, your textbooks and parchment scrolls, in your pillowcase and on your desk

• he also ALWAYS has to be touching you somehow - hand on your waist, holding your pinky, brushing against his shoulder, arm swung around your shoulder, etc.

• not very into kissing in public - no, that's personal and just for you and him

• hopeless romantic, i don't make the rules babes 🤷‍♀️

• he loves teasing you and getting you all flustered

• will take you on dates to hogsmeade

• will never step foot inside madame puddifoot's

• and also late night dates - sneaking into different places like the library, the astronomy tower, and various places that have a good view of the grounds

• he doesn't like letting you do anything - by this i mean, he opens doors for you, if you drop something, he'll pick it up he'll carry your books and school bag, etc.

• expect to become best friends with blaise

• there's no way around it - mattheo and blaise are a package, you get one, you get the other

• abandonment issues, daddy issues, mommy issues-

• he overthinks a bit, so sometimes he needs reassurance that you're not going to leave him

• while he's constantly showering you with affection and praises, he needs his fair share too

• don't neglect your boy mattheo

• no one puts baby in a corner

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blingblong55 · 21 days

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This town -Simon "Ghost" Riley

pic credits: @ave661 (middle and right)

Based on a request: (Its a long as so I'll link it so you can read the anons idea) Link here ---- F!Reader, childhood!friends, hidden feelings, angst, friends to strangers ---- A/N: Songs that also fit: Too Young- Louis Tomlinson, This Town- Niall Horan, Back to the Old House- The Smiths, Always you-Louis Tomlinson

It's a story to tell over at the old pub you and he used to hang around on the weekends. But how can a man begin to tell the sorrowful story? How can he explain in his bruised hands he holds the locket you gave him when you two were kids? He will maybe ask if this was a curse, the only curse an old soul like his has.

It could've been something, it would've been something, it should've been beautiful.

In this world, it was always he and you. Scraping your knees when jumping off the rocks near his home. Playing tag in the street until the moon greeted you and his mother would call his name. It's the kind of beginning all beautiful loves start with. Friends since childhood, went through life together and by 28, he would have proposed to the girl he had loved his whole life, 40s would be of dropping the kids at school, 50s of early retirement and 60s were for the potential grandkids, 70s would've been the stories shared of their early lives.

Would've...what a shit word that became in his life.

In the teenage years, after you had some glow-up, you became the girl everyone knew. The pretty, popular and funny girl the school knew of. He was the friend of the popular girl, the one people barely noticed or cared for. Simon was the same kid who always had a scar or bruise on his face, compliments from his father. One thing Simon hated more than the bastard of his father was the guy you were with. Bloke knows nothing but how to wank and fuck any living thing, he recalls.

Why were you with such a guy? It was a must. Like those cheesy movies where the pretty girl stays with the popular guy, all for the status of each other. Your feelings weren't real for that guy. He wasn't funny, wasn't smart and he wasn't Simon. The boy you shared a kiss with at age 7 because of an accidental bump whilst running through the grass.

It was during a small break between classes that you found him drinking water. You smile. He always did look good, even the stupid bruise on his jaw made him look so good.

"Y/N," he straightens up. "Simon," you smile cheekily. "Oh no, what's that smile for?" He crosses his arms over his chest and you can't help but get lost in his honey eyes. "Well...I was wondering if maybe we can...talk?" You say, unsure of how to word this confession. "Did my mum put you up to this?"

"No, this is...me just wanting to talk."

"Go on," his voice softens. Does he always do this for you?

You hesitate, but what is life without words? You breathe in and say, "I like you...there I said it and... don't stay quiet because you know I get nervous and I will continue to just talk and talk and talk and-"

He cuts you off by saying, "I'm sorry, Y/N, I... don't..think..this..well I just don't feel that way for you. We're friends, nothing more," he ends his part of the conversation, pats your back as he walks away and you are left in the corridor of the school alone.

As Simon walks to his classroom, his heart and mind fight the words that he had just said to you. Why was that mean? Did I even mean to say them? He thinks.

Graduation happens. You and he never talked after that day. Not even a congrats or a hug, life went on without him in your life. Throughout those last months in school, he felt a feeling of regret when he'd see you with that guys arm around you. He would occasionally walk around the old park just to see if you would still go on your daily walks.

By the time he was about to leave town, he found himself at the old house. He heard your parents moved to a new part of town, so if this was the last time he heard of you, it better be on his terms. And as he walks through the pavement, he finds himself looking at your window. He leans over a car, lights a cigarette and just waits to see if maybe you or some ghost roamed the home.

Was it the feeling of losing a friend that hurt or losing his one chance to feel something other than pain and hatred? Maybe it's just nervous, after all, he leaves tomorrow.

You were both just 16, it was puppy love, nothing would've lasted if he reciprocated those feelings, right?

And if it was, why does he feel some kind of hurt as he packs his bags? Why does he want to run to your new home and call your name? Is there a reason why? It's not love, it can't be love, he thinks. I'm not worthy of that, you've heard my dad, he says out loud. "Simon?" Tommy opens the door. "Tommy, not today," he looks back at his bag. "...Fuck" he whispers.

It's been a long nineteen years since he last saw you and heard your precious voice laugh at a cheesy joke of his. Nineteen years and the feeling in his chest is still there when he arrives home. Manchester was always home for him, it was the only place he knew best when he came back.

One day, as he was cleaning his closet, looking for his dog's leash, something fell and hit his head. "What the fu-" he looked down and there it was.

"Why give me this?" A thirteen-year-old Simon asked you. You smile, "You said you wish you could always be near me so you can feel safe...and since I'm going to my nans for the week, have this locket on you, and I swear I'll be there. Keep it safe, okay?" you kiss his forehead before entering the car. He nods and waves, "Call me, Y/N, please!" he calls out and you nod. "Every day!" you scream out as the car drives further away.

A smile falls on his silent lips, "...Y/N..." his thumb caresses the design. Once he opens it, he feels as if he is that young again. "Are you still there, Y/N?" He whispers and then, realisation hits. It was never nerves or whatever bullshit he told himself back then, it was love, always has.

All the dots are connecting. For the past nineteen years, he always had some love or whatever all those hookups and awful relationships were, but never did they stick around. Never did he feel more for them than what he has always felt for you. His cold heart still beating warm when he thinks of you. You are all he has ever known, the smiles, the late-night confessions, stories, the silly inside jokes, the feeling in his chest today.

He hasn't seen you in years, what if you don't remember him? What if when you see him, your heart doesn't call his name when he screams yours? Will you ever even forgive him? Will you wrap your arms around him and call him home like he has called you?

He must find you, so he calls and looks for you in every corner of this place. He finds nothing, just more lost hope at every corner he looks into. His heart and mind excited each other at the thought this would be some sappy romance moment. His mind creating a script, all truths, just finding better words to tell you he loves you, loved you the moment you kissed the similar scar on the knee at the park when he cried over the pain. He's loved you from the day he learned to say your name.

Why does he miss you so much today?

Why must you be the drug his body needs? God does he miss you and your addictive heart.

He has been around the world, where he could've found a good woman who made him happy but no, his heart has always belonged to one girl. You.

By the time he gets the street right, he finds you sitting down and as he smiles and nearly runs to you, he stops when he sees this image of you.

Sitting by the fountain, he sees you and a man. His arms wrap around your body, giving you darling kisses as you chuckle. It was then that Simon Riley knew this was it. He will spend his entire life wandering earth, looking for another soul like yours. You didn't see him of course, your fiance capturing all your attention. Simon was close to not caring and pulling you away from that man, but that would be cruel. And as he tries to make up excuses for this man being near you, he sees the ring.

Oh...oh you fool, he thinks.

His heart is near death. It screams your name, trying to find you so it can keep beating but when you don't whisper, Simon nods and lets his heart die. Let it rot, so it can learn its lesson, he thinks.

It would've never bloomed, Simon and you...right?

It's no use to even go and say hi. The locket that contained your picture was still in his fist. It'll be the last reminder of what was meant to be a life romancing in dark streets through town.

In his head, the home you dreamed of will forever be just a dream. No four kids, no library, no big kitchen so you and he can dance around at midnight. No you...no him...it'll all be stuck and dead in this town.

He crossed rivers, mountains, and enemies and survived wounds soldiers like him get, all to come home to you. And all this was for nothing. In his world, he would've married you, given you chubby babies and late Saturday mornings. No gun, no bomb and no other man would've kept him away from you.

In his mind, he is with you. In his dead heart, he sits by and watches that chubby baby learn to walk. He would've adored seeing you in a white dress, walking to him as he wiped tears away when he d his dream of a perfect life was minutes away from being real.

What a mess he is as he asks for another drink. A mess he never should have been if he had told you that your name is carved all over his body.

It was this town that saw him live and it'll be this town that sees him die because if he can't have you, at least he has this place.

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everythingne · 5 months

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marketing ploy - ln4 ch7

Lando recovers. McLaren and Red Bull own up. Olivia and Lando decide the future, and give Oscar a heart attack while doing so. We get our happy ending.

piastri!oc x lando norris, bestfriends brother/fake dating

warnings/notes: hospital visits, mentioned injuries, loopiness from medication, pregnancy/sex jokes, media being bitches, lando going 'guys i gotta keep her' and doing the absolute MOST lmao, this is also TECHNICALLY the last chapter but im gonna write more for olivia and lando most def (also olivia will feature as oscars sister in other fics bc i love her)

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I haven't run in years.

I can feel the burn of the air in my lungs as I force them open, adrenaline making every rib shake as I suck in a breath and force it back out. My shoes slam into the floor of the paddocks, sending jolts up my legs as I whisk my bag over my shoulder and 'just go' as Christian had said. My mind is swimming with a thousand thoughts. What if he was seriously injured? He was able to walk, but he collapsed, was it his legs? Or his ribs? What if it's his back? Or his arms? How long will he be out? Is this a whole-season issue or just a few weeks?

Fuck, I cannot be thinking about this right now.

I sweep the room quickly to make sure I have everything, patting my pockets to check for my phone--which is nestled in the back left pocket of my jeans, before whirling around and out of the room.

Once I'm out of the paddocks and towards the exits, where it opens a bit more, the wind whisks into my skin and bites me as I use one hand to dig through the side pocket to find Lando's car keys. I can't steady my hands, even when I'm trying to control their shake, they just get worse. Whether it's fear or anxiety, I find it plain annoying as I struggle to get the small keychain out of my bag. Lando had driven me here from the hotel and shoved the keys in my bag since he didn't walk in with his bag and didn't want to lose the car keys.

Luckily, he had, because talking to anyone in this state would be a bust. I could feel my attitude snipping at my heart as people shouted my name at me. I couldn't stop. I had to find Lando. I knew what hospital he'd be taken to, I had to get there in one piece.

And it was going to be hard with the fucking media right here.

A few reporters try to follow me, but I'm able to slip through the crowds like water. Once I make it to the parking lot, a woman steps in front of me with her camera held high and I shout.

"Can you fucking move?!" And shove her to the side as I zip out of the lot. Fuck the standards, fucking being polite, I'll ask for forgiveness later. And apologize, probably.

Throwing my bag haphazardly into the car, I follow suit and slam the door. There's time here for me to scream, cry, and rage in semi-private, but I bite back the bubble in my throat, throwing my seatbelt on and turning on the car's engine. I wait no time to slam the car forward into first gear, pulling out of the lot with shaking hands. My hands slip with sweat as I try when I remember his McLaren's manual. Cursing, I force myself to revert back to the car I drove in high school as my hands dance across the car in perfected practice.

Thank god I still have that going for me.

The highway is empty, where I thought there'd be lines of traffic there are only a few sparse cars. I slam the car as hard as it can go, watching the ticking of the speedometer, 50... 60... 70... 80...

I look behind me, merging into the fast lane and gunning it even harder. The car sings, and I feel an odd rush of momentary euphoria.

I hit around 165kpm at some point. The car doesn't even shake, it seemingly glides along with my movements, I hear sirens, I don't know if they're for me but I'm not staying to find out. I press harder, merging to the off-ramp and taking it, barely registering what's around me as I slam on my brakes and slip into the traffic near the hospital.

It feels good to drive like that. Maybe I should get back into racing at some point.

Once the McLaren is parked in a back corner of the hospital lot, I grab my bag, rip myself out of the car, and slam it shut, and triple-check it's locked. I turn and book it into the hospital, trying to breathe steady enough to keep myself from losing my shit. It feels like I can't run fast enough, slipping into the hospital and around people who dodge my clearly rushed pace. I pause in front of a desk, panicked and out of breath when someone comes to my side.

"Hi, honey, who are you lookin' for?" A kind nurse says, her hand finding my arm to apply soothing pressure as she notices the fear in my movements. I thought I was hiding it better than I was, I guess. I take a slow breath and let the shake in my hands come in, no longer holding everything back.

"Lando Norris, he just came in with Formula One?" I ask and the woman nods. She asks to see my ID and I fish out my license and Red Bull card to verify my employment.

"Olivia!" A voice shouts as my items are handed back when I'm cleared, and Jon comes up to my side, pointing at my head.

"You still have your headset on." He says softly and I look him up and down, pointing at him.

"So do you," I say. We pause and fall into soft laughter as I pull the headset down to my neck. Jon takes me by the elbow further into the hospital, out of the view of some of the reporters who try to snap photos of us as they're shoved out by the security. I hadn't even seen them when I made my way inside. Through the winding halls, and down to a smaller section of the hospital, Jon brings me to the door to what I assume is Lando's room.

"He's fine." Jon starts with, which eases me immediately, "He's a bit banged up, they think he might have broken or bruised one of his ribs. He's really out of it, the painkillers made him super loopy. Just a forewarning, he's also been dipping in and out of consciousness so don't be alarmed. It's just the painkillers."

"Is his family here yet?" I ask, looking at the door, and Jon shakes his head no once I look back at him.

"They're driving at normal speeds, so no. I don't wanna know how you got here so fast." He steps forward and knocks. A nurse pops open the door and welcomes us inside, Jon stays back while I make my way to the bedside. Lando's wearing a tee shirt and some loose sports shorts, he looks exhausted. I can see bruising on his legs as I nurse tosses the blanket over him as if trying to hide it from me.

"Here!" She pulls up a chair happily and I thank her as I sit down on it, taking my bag off and setting it on the floor, dropping my headphones in. I sigh, taking Lando's hand and feeling his pulse as if the machine that literally tells me that is lying. It feels good to feel his heart thrum under my skin and I kiss his wrist where the pulsepoint is.

"My girlfrien's not g'nna like you doin' that." Lando tries to take his hand from me, Jon snorting in the doorway. I let go of him and laughed softly, leaning up to brush his hair back from his face, the longer curls sticking to his forehead. He's still got the lines from his helmet and balaclava, and I trace one with my finger as he gives me the nastiest stink eye I've ever seen him muster.

"Hi, Lando." I croon, and he whines, slowly rolling his head to the side.

"I have a girlfriend." He states, poking my hand to push it away from him and I send him an odd look. Jon walks over and I can see he's recording, which makes a small amused smile poke at my lips.

"Lando," I laugh softly and Lando whacks my hands away softly, fighting through the weariness of his pain medication to wave his arms.

"I have a girlfriend." He pouts, laying his hands still at his side. I just laugh again, and Lando shouts in his dreary state, "It's not funny! I do!"

"Shush, shh, Lando." I stand and push my chair back a bit as I stifle my laugh into the back of my hand.

Jon calls from where he stands, attempting to help me not laugh by giving me something new to focus on, "Who's your girlfriend, Lando?"

"Olivia. Oscar's sister, which he was actually not happy about at first but I convinced him I was cool--" Lando keeps rambling on until I lift my hand and cup his cheek, running my thumb under his eye as I speak softly.

"Lando, baby, I am your girlfriend." I put a hand on my chest, "I am Olivia."

Lando blinks, eyes settling on me before he gasps and leans up to grab my face and pull me down for a litter of soft pecks to my cheeks and face. I catch myself on the bed and laugh, catching his lips as he happily grins up at me. It's all doe eyes, lovesick smiles on his lips as he keeps his hands tight on my face.

"Hi, baby." He whispers, bringing me in for another kiss and I detach one of his hands so it can rest by his side. I slowly situate him against the blankets with the help of Jon, and sit a bit closer to the head of the bed so Lando can be close enough to me. He keeps one of his hands in mine and I slowly run my thumb along his knuckles.

"Well, Mr. Norris!" A piercing voice calls, a young woman stepping into the room with a bit of an excited flourish, "You are all set! Jon's gonna look over your scans, specifically for those bruised ribs. We're thinking it'll be about three or four weeks of healing, and he's gonna make that like--workout plan and stuff with your personal doctor."

"Ah, thank you, Doctor." Lando smiles, watching as the doctor hands Jon some papers to look over. She smiles at me, a hint of recognition in her eyes.

"Olivia, right?" She asks and I nod, shaking her outstretched hand.

"I'm glad you made it here, Lando was waiting for you a bit impatiently." She kept her happy smile, rocking from foot to foot, "Kept asking us where you were, or when you'd get here. You've got a good man on your hands here, sweetheart."

"I know." My heart is bursting, "He's shown me that over and over."

11 JULY, ENGLAND. ↴

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT ON SITUATIONS BETWEEN LANDO NORRIS AND OLIVIA PIASTRI THIS SEASON.

WRITTEN BY STEVE ATKINS (M), ON BEHALF OF ZAK BROWN (M), ANDREA STELLA (M), ALICE MCLOUGHLIN (ORBR), ASTRID MARINA (UNAFF.), ADA LUANNE (UNAFF.), CHRISTIAN HORNER (OBRB), AND HIMSELF.

On the 22nd of February this year, Lando Norris (MCLAREN F1 TEAM, DRIVER) and Olivia Piastri (ORACLE RED BULL, HEAD OF ANALYSIS) were pulled into the office of Christian Horner (ORACLE RED BULL, TEAM PRINCIPAL) in Bahrain. A deal was struck between both parties and their corresponding teams to create a fake dating scenario, capitalizing on the tensions between Oracle Red Bull Racing and the McLaren F1 Team to push ticket and merchandising sales. This fake relationship was planned to eventually leak in PR and Social Media Strategy, however, due to Norris' crash in Silverstone, the entire program has been canceled. The program was also discovered by F1 Stewards upon investigation after Olivia's reaction to the accident cemented rumors in the media of the two dating. Both the McLaren F1 Team and Oracle Red Bull are under investigation, and fines are yet to be announced.

Norris and Piastri chose not to be a part of this statement and can be expected to make their own statements in the coming weeks.

On July 9th of this year, Lando Norris was involved in an accident in the pitlane of Silverstone. Engineers have determined this was caused by an overheating of brake lines that didn't allow Norris to stop his vehicle along with worn tires. No fines have been placed at this moment.

Olivia Piastri will return to work with Red Bull remotely immediately and will be in-person by Zandvoort. Lando Norris will return to racing with McLaren by Zandvoort and will be replaced by reserve driver Bianca Bustamente for the time being. Neither Norris nor Piastri will be fined for involvement with the media stunt, or with the accident as of this moment.

20 JULY, LONDON ↴

There’s a sort of haze around me as I blink sleep from my eyes. A warm pressure on my left makes me look to the side. Lando’s face is squished against my chest, soft snores leaving his slightly parted lips and rolling across my bare skin that pokes out from under my tank top. I take a moment to take it all in, how we’d gotten here, how we were, and I can’t help but roll to pull him closer to me and curl him inside my arms as I pepper a few kisses to his hairline.

How did I ever not like him? He's a fucking saint.

Lando, a heavy sleeper until I started sleeping in the same bed, noticed immediately and grabbed my waist with groggy whines about how tired he was. I coax him back to sleep, kissing his hairline and gently massaging his back until the snores return and I smile at Lando’s sleeping face.

“Awake yet?” Oscar calls from the door, and I wave. He laughs under his breath, waving me over, and it takes a bit of grace to detach myself from Lando. Once I do, I grab one of the spare throw blankets off the floor from where Lando had kicked it and slip over to where Oscar is standing by the door as I wrap it around me to keep out the morning chill.

“He’s exhausted. I think all the stress of the season is catching up on him.” I rub sleep from my face, and Oscar nods, handing me a piece of toast like a peace offering. I take it and tilt my head at him.

“They’re fining McLaren and Red Bull a lot for this stunt. It just came out.” Oscar hums, “said it’s a breach of contract and a risk for documents to be shared amongst the teams…”

My heart jumps to my throat, and I look at Lando’s sleeping form as he rolls into where my fading body heat is still in the blankets, “they want us to split?”

“Well. Lando’s contract ends with McLaren this year.” Oscar paused to take a sip of his coffee before leaning in to whisper, “and you didn’t hear it from me, but Christian has been looking at grabbing him for a few years now.”

“Is Checo moving?” I ask because I know Max wouldn’t leave Red Bull unless we forced him out by dragging him by his ankles.

“I dunno.” Oscar grins, stepping back and whacking my shoulder, “but you can date within your garage, so.”

With that, he walks away and I turn back to Lando as he starts to stir. I lean on the doorframe and watch as he blearily blinks his eyes open, hands searching for me in the covers until he lifts his head to see me off in the doorway.

“C’mere.” he croaks, and I smile, pushing off the doorframe and walking over to sit on the edge of the bed as he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my thighs.

I can’t imagine him in navy. But it might look good on him.

25TH JULY, LONDON ↴

“is Max positive?” Lando pokes his head into the kitchen doorway, looking at the island where I’m staring at my laptop. I look up and shrug, sending an email back to Christian about the fines and the media being on his ass for the whole stunt.

“Kylie said it’ll be here in five minutes,” I reply, refreshing my email as if that will make the minutes suddenly not matter and for the email to pop up. Apparently, Max had gotten sick right before the next race. While I was home with Lando to make sure he wasn’t being strenuous and to keep media off my back until everything died down, they had to do a COVID test on Max and isolate him just in case.

“It would suck if he's out for his home race this year." Lando wanders into the kitchen and pulls up a stool next to me as he sets his phone down on the counter. He’s been living in Oscar and my apartment for the past few days, just until next week when he goes back to McLaren's training center for a bit to do a lot of physical therapy before getting in the car next weekend for Zandvoort.

Oscar calls my phone, and I stand up, telling Lando to keep checking my email as I make my way over to the other side of the kitchen to grab my phone.

“Yes, bitch?” I say into the phone and Oscar laughs at my sharp tone.

“Just checking in on Lando for Zak,” Oscar says and I look behind me and my boyfriend—like, actual boyfriend now, and smile.

“He’s been fine, ribs are still a little sore. I had him doing cardio earlier and he was faring pretty well so I—I think Jon said he can go back to training a bit earlier. He’s still coming back in Zandvoort though.” I hum, “how’s Bia faring?”

“She’s having the time of her life. I gotta start bringing her around more. You guys really would be an unstoppable duo.” Oscar laughs, “But good, Jon is off today so I’ll let Zak know to reach out to him and ask.”

“Ollie!” Lando whines and I turn.

“Yess?” I draw out as I walk to his side.

“It's negative.”

“Oh, thank fucking god.” I breathe, “That makes everything a lot easier for me.”

Oscar is quiet on the line for a few moments before asking in a small voice, “What’s negative?”

“Max’s COVID test. He’s just got the flu.” I say without thinking much of my brother's hesitance before he lets out a soft laugh.

“I thought you took a pregnancy test or something, I was about to start judging the type of cardio you’ve been doing,” Oscar says and I shout,

“Dude!”

“I feel like that’s a reasonable thing to be worried about!”

“Oh my god, we’ve only been actually dating dating for like two weeks!” I groan and Lando sends me a confused look, so I pop Oscar onto speakerphone.

“It only takes like—five minutes to make a kid!”

“Hello?!” Lando shouts and I sink to the floor in a fit of laughter, trying to bite back the volume of my laughter before Lando shouts, "Do you think I fucked your sister?!"

"No! Stop! Stop talking Lando!" Oscar shouts over the phone and now I'm hysterical on the floor in tears as Lando tries to backtrack and Oscar keeps shouting for him to just-- "Shut the fuck up, Lando!"

"Both are you are going to kill me, I'm losing it." I wheeze from where I'm now lying on the floor, Lando laughing alongside me as Oscar groans.

"First the house, now this?" He says and Lando makes some noise in the back of his throat as I manage to calm myself down enough to stand.

"What about a house?" I wipe under my eyes, leaning my head on Lando's shoulder as his arm wraps around my shoulder and he kisses my head, his fingers poking at my side and making me squirm as I push him away with a laugh.

"Nothing, love." Lando sighs, "Remember when they gave me those painkillers that made me super loopy the first night, and Oscar was watching over me?"

I nod, remembering how halfway through my grocery trip he had to call me because Lando was so loopy he thought that I was gone forever. And he had literally cried tears of joy when I answered Oscar's phone call.

"Well, I kinda... oh my god this is so embarrassing." Lando sighs and Oscar tells him he now has to tell the story and Lando hides his face in my hair as he recounts, "I was looking at apartments in London for us."

"Stop, oh my god." I whine, turning to Lando so I can kiss his cheeks and his forehead, pulling him down when he tries to move back so I can't, "That's so cute."

"No, it's embarrassing." He grumbles and I laugh, pulling him closer and kissing along his jaw and then the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

"I wouldn't mind that," I murmur to him and his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, his hands find my waist and he presses a kiss to my lips.

"Ew, I don't like that I can hear him kiss you over the phone." Oscar groans, "I'm hanging up now, don't do anything too strenuous."

"Fuck you, Oscar!" I laugh as the call hangs up, Lando keeping his arms firmly around my waist. We sit in silence for a few moments before his hand ghosts up the side of my neck to take my jaw in his palm, thumb hooking on my chin to pull me down to look at him.

"Would you seriously not mind?" He asks softly and I grin, leaning over to pop a quick kiss on his lips.

"Getting to have you with me every day?" I bring our foreheads together, his curls against my own as his hands find my waist to hold, my hands resting on his shoulders as I grin and flutter my eyes closed, "That's paradise."

"I'll literally buy one right now, don't even test me." He groans, pulling me closer and I laugh.

"Let's get Zandvoort out of the way first, yeah?"

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AUGUST 27TH, THE NETHERLANDS ↴

Luckily for me, I made it into the paddocks long before any media people. Max welcomes me with a slap on the back as I welcome him to his home race, and then I'm greeted by the Ferrari drivers once again as Checo laughs at my bewildered expression.

"I'm gonna tell the Tifosi on you both." I huff, but let both Charles and Carlos wrap me in tight hugs of congratulations as we laugh. Once the two are carted off to go do their actual jobs, I get settled in my chair and glance down at my desk before laughing.

A vase of freshly cut flowers and a little cup of coffee sits there, waiting for me, and I turn to look at Max who just grins.

"He's determined." Is all Max says before slipping away as he's called over to get dressed. I laugh and send Lando a quick thank you message, before taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee and settling down to finally get back into gear.

"Welcome back," A voice chimes and I glance up to see Christian in the doorway. I offer him a small smile and a nod.

"Good to be here." Is all I say in reply.

Lando and Max seriously just want to kill each other in these cars. Max takes the win at his home race by some insignificantly small number, they had to literally watch multiple playbacks to see who crossed first, which means Lando is still in good running for World Champion. Luckily, somehow a mix of car issues and the pure energy from Oscar, Charles, Checo, and Carlos managed to keep Max in P2 for most races, leveling out the chances for Lando to recover his lost points.

As soon as most drivers have returned to their paddocks, I'm mid-packing up when I'm ushered off by Logan, who finished P6. He quite literally hoists me off my feet and carries me into the crowd for the podium. A few other drivers lag back, and I look over to Oscar, who'd finished P4 behind Charles.

"Where's Lando?!" Logan shouts over my head at Oscar, who points, and then leans over to me.

"Here's that kiss they promised you'd have to do," He shouts in my ear and I laugh as the two lift me so I can be partially over the barrier holding back the audience from the racers. I wave Lando down and he laughs, slipping away from a reporter as he finishes an interview. Biting off his glove as he walks over, he drops it into his helmet and then grabs my jaw with that now gloveless hand, pulling me into his lips for a quick peck. I don't let him leave though, grabbing his jaw and pulling him back in for a few more deeper kisses.

Oscar cheers and Logan laughs before Lando secures one arm around me to pull me over the barrier. Logan and Oscar immediately hop over after me.

There's warmth in my chest as Lando keeps his hand on my lower back, pulling me through the crowd of drivers and up to where Max and Charles stand. A giddy excitement thrums across my skin.

I could do this forever.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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Am I the asshole for watching a movie as a family without including my dad? Writing it out, I think I know the answer, but this has still been bugging me.

Around Thanksgiving I (30s) visited home. It was also a trip to see for my mom (late 60s) for her birthday, so I was there for a few days longer than a Thanksgiving trip would normally account for. My brother (30s) and his wife (30s) visited for her birthday too. My dad (early 70s) was there as well. They've been married over 30 years. Originally I'd planned to take everybody out to see a movie as a birthday present for my mom...but it turned out there was literally nothing at the theater that my mom was interested in at all. The town is pretty small, and the options were limited. So instead, we started out with a nice dinner, and family board game run-through of a trivia game we all thought we'd have some fun with. My mom ended up winning, which is rare and was not deliberate, and it wrapped the game up way faster than we'd anticipated.

My dad immediately went back into the living room after the game ended, openly a little annoyed that mom had won a trivia game based on something he considers himself the family expert in. He watches old reruns of the show he's seen a million times on a loop every day, and it can be pulling teeth to get him to do anything else. It was just a fluke, but something the rest of us considered a pleasant surprise since none of us had expected she'd win. But he was annoyed. Given that it was still early, Mom suggested we find a movie to watch online, so we could all wind down before bed with something the whole family could enjoy.

Dad said no. Now this feels like important context: I...have a lot of problems with my dad. I love him, but he can be extremely emotionally immature. Downright verbally abusive at times. And very petty. I'm in therapy in no small part due to some of the insecurities he instilled in me over the years. I've worked hard to set basic boundaries with him. He also has multiple medical issues, and I'm pretty sure he has untreated depression and other mental health problems he refuses to acknowledge that contribute to him flying off the handle at a moment's notice. That, combined with the fact that my mom will 100% never, ever leave him, because she was raised in a very specific mindset that she's never been fully able to shake...means my brother and I usually have to grit our teeth when he starts ranting/yelling/complaining during a visit, or we'd just end up ruining the day for our mom. She's done so much for us, and we just wanted her to have a good visit. So, that's what I did for most of the trip. I breathed deep when my dad openly mocked my stutter, and refused to get in a fight about it. I stopped myself from getting visibly upset when he tried to feed my cat table scraps even when I told him the cat needs a special diet. On other days I tried to watch his old shows with him, and ignored the sexist comments he'd make about the female leads, all for the sake of keeping the peace.

But, it was Mom's birthday. And she wanted to watch a movie.

And Dad said no.

He refused to give up his marathon of old westerns from 60 years ago to watch a new movie with his family on the big tv in the living room.

My mom seemed disappointed, so I suggested we watch one on my laptop in the kitchen instead. Without my dad, if he really wanted to watch his show instead. She agreed, and my brother, his wife, my mom and I filed into the kitchen, sat in less-than-comfy chairs, and watched a fantasy heist film that I'd thought they would all enjoy. And they did. My brother was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the movie (I'd already vouched for it being good, none of the others had seen it previously) His wife kept making notes for her dnd campaign. My mom found it hilarious, and liked that some actors from another show she liked were in it.

My dad stayed in the living room, watching his marathon.

Partway through the movie, he came in and asked us what we were watching. We told him, and he passed through the kitchen for something he needed, then said that we were being too loud. More context: the kitchen is right next to the living room, but my dad turns the tv up so loud in there it can get physically painful to be in the room with him. He refuses to get hearing aides, and only recently relented on subtitles. He also has a habit of screaming at anyone who tries to talk for a long time when his shows are on and they're in earshot, even if they're in a different room. We thought he couldn't hear it over his tv, and so when he said something we said sorry and that we'd try to keep it down, but we could already barely hear it through the laptop speakers. We already had subtitles turned on to make sure we didn't miss anything. When we told him that, he got even more annoyed. He asked how we'd like it if he turned the tv up so loud we couldn't understand anything, then proceeded to go into the living room and do just that, just as I was trying to figure out how much more we could lower the volume without losing our whole experience. We called in that we were already turning it down, and he finally turned his volume back down as well. We finished our movie, turning the volume down during action scenes and up during speaking scenes so we could actually hear the dialog. We enjoyed the rest of the film, and then people started getting ready for bed, and my mom went to check on my dad. She told me a few minutes later that he was hurt that we'd watched the movie without him. That he felt left out. I told her that he'd had multiple opportunities to join us, and that is was his choice not to watch with us. And honestly, the fact that he wouldn't give up the real tv for a couple hours so she could have a birthday movie was really upsetting to me.

She still seemed to feel bad that he was left out, and I'm a little worried that he might've sulked for days afterwards, leaving my mom in an even more stressful environment after I left. Am I the asshole for insisting my mom get to watch a movie on her birthday? And would I be the asshole if I told my dad off for what I consider to be extremely selfish behavior?

Also before anyone asks, no, I'm not cutting him off. It's literally impossible to do that without pretty much cutting off my mom as well, and she absolutely doesn't deserve that. And yes, I've offered up my apartment as a place she can stay if she ever needs to. Repeatedly. She hasn't taken me up on it yet.

What are these acronyms?

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david-talks-sw · 1 year

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Ever wonder how much the Prequels aligned with the original backstory George Lucas thought up in the 70s? Let's take a look!

"Once, under the wise rule of the Senate and the protection of the Jedi Knights, the Republic throve and grew."

"But as often happens when wealth and power pass beyond the admirable and attain the awesome, then appear those evil ones who have greed to match."

"So it was with the Republic at its height. Like the greatest of trees, able to withstand any external attack, the Republic was rotted from within though the danger was not visible from outside. Aided and abetted by restless, power-hungry individuals within the government, and the massive organs of commerce, the ambitious Senator Palpatine caused himself to be elected President of the Republic..."

"He had slowly manipulated things; in fact, it was he who let the bureaucracy run amok and therefore had blackmailed the Senate into doing things because he was the only one who really had any power over the bureaucracy."

"It was so large there was no way to get things done, but he knew the right people; the key people in the bureaucracy were working for him and were paid by the companies."

"He promised to unite the disaffected among the people and to restore the remembered glory of the Republic."

"Anakin Skywalker starting hanging out with the Emperor, who at this point nobody knew was that bad, because he was an elected official."

"Luke’s father gets subverted by the Emperor. He gets a little weird at home, and his wife begins to figure out that things are going wrong...

... and she confides in Ben, who is his mentor."

"The president is turning into an Emperor and Luke’s mother suspects that something has happened to her husband."

"There was a rebellion in terms of the Senate against the Emperor...

... they tried to oust him legally and have him impeached."

"The Jedi Knights were alerted immediately and they rallied to the Senate’s side."

"But there was a plot afoot and when the Jedi finally rallied and tried to restore order, they were betrayed and eventually killed by Darth Vader."

"They trusted him and they didn't realize he was the murderer who was decimating their ranks."

"The Emperor had some strong forces rally behind him, as well, in terms of the army and the Imperial forces that he'd been building up secretly.

"The Jedi were so outnumbered...

...that they fled, and were tracked down."

"Once secure in office he declared himself Emperor, shutting himself away from the populace."

"[Ben] goes back to Vader’s wife and explains that Anakin is the bad guy, the one killing all the Jedi."

"Anakin gets worse and worse, and finally Ben has to fight him."

"Vader is all beat up [...] his other arm goes and his leg and there is hardly anything left of him by the time the Emperor’s troops fish him out."

"Mrs. Skywalker has had the kids, the twins, so she has these two little babies who are six months old or so. So everybody has to go into hiding."

"Ben says, 'I think we should protect the kids, because they may be able to help us right the wrong that your husband has created in the universe'."

"And so Ben takes one and gives him to a couple out there on Tatooine and he gets his little hideout in the hills and he watches him grow."

I changed the order of some of it and had to use some deleted scenes but, all in all, I'd say what we got was pretty similar to what was originally thought out.

Obviously, most of it is shown in Episode III.

And it tracks, seeing as at Celebration III, George detailed that:

only 20% of his 7-page backstory was used for TPM (to lay the political groundwork, show how Palpatine rose to power and establish how Anakin joined the Jedi),

then 20% for AOTC (to show how Palpatine became a glorified dictator and how Anakin lost his mother and married Padmé),

and the remaining 60% is what was shown in ROTS (showing how the Republic becomes the Empire, how Palpatine becomes the Emperor and how Anakin became Vader).

Also I will point out that the bulk of the backstory material we’ve been shown is mainly oriented towards the political intrigue... Anakin's subplot is a close second. The Jedi aren't mentioned THAT much beyond trying to save the Senate and getting wiped out.

Sources:

Preface of Star Wars novelization, 1976

Story conferences with Carol Titleman, 1977 (transcribed in The Making of Star Wars, 2007)

Story conference, 1981 (transcribed in The Making of Return of the Jedi, 2013)

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mimisempai · 3 months

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Blissful eternity

Summary

Aziraphale wants to finish his book, but a certain cuddly demon has no intention of letting him.

What follows is a debate of the utmost importance: Who's sweeter? The demon or the angel?

Notes

Alert: sweetness overdose...

On Ao3

Rating G - 980 words

"Angel."

Aziraphale, rather engrossed in what he was reading, refused to acknowledge Crowley's call and did not answer.

Trying to concentrate on the next paragraph, however, he couldn't help but be aware of the demon's body moving against his own as his voice, a little more plaintive, murmured softly, "Angeeeel."

Aziraphale, leaning against the headboard, tried to control his annoyance and, lowering his eyes to the demon whose head rested on his thigh, said softly, "Crowley, my dear, I've almost finished the penultimate chapter of this novel, and I'd like to finish it tonight."

Crowley lifted his eyes to look at him and cheekily replied, "Aziraphale, you always have your nose buried in a book and eternity ahead of you, don't you think you'll have plenty of time to finish your novel?"

The stubborn angel replied, "Yes, but I want to finish it today."

Crowley then sighed exaggeratedly, crawled along Aziraphale until he was sitting next to the angel, and dropped his head on his shoulder without saying a word.

From then on, Aziraphale felt that it would be difficult, if not impossible, for him to finish his book tonight, but he tried anyway.

"Crowley..."

The demon hummed, rubbing his cheek against the angel's shoulder.

"I can barely read when you're like this."

Crowley chuckled softly and replied, "I don't see why, I'm not doing anything and I'm not even stopping you from turning the pages."

Aziraphale sighed, "Crowley..."

It was all in vain .

Crowley didn't have to do anything to distract Aziraphale; just the feel of his body, his face, his breath so close was enough to keep his full attention on the demon.

The angel closed his book before placing it on the nightstand, all without moving the demon leaning against him, then asked, trying to sound annoyed but not quite succeeding, "Crowley, what do you want?"

The demon wrapped his arms around the angel's neck and replied matter-of-factly, "I want hugs.

Aziraphale was defeated.

Not by puppy eyes.

Not by the warmth of the body pressed against his.

Not even by his gentle smile.

But only by the longing he'd heard in Crowley's voice.

How could he refuse when Crowley was baring himself like this, demanding without reserve?

Aziraphale didn't answer and wrapped his arms around the demon's waist, pulling him closer until Crowley had no choice but to straddle him.

Then he raised his hand, pushing back the slightly disheveled red hair, and said softly, "You're lucky you're sweet."

Crowley pouted slightly and retorted, "You're lucky I'm too eager for a cuddle to take offense at you saying I, a demon, am sweet."

Aziraphale chuckled softly before wrapping his arms around the demon once more and pressing him against his chest. The demon, his arms around his waist, buried his head in his neck, and Aziraphale pressed a light kiss into his hair before resting his chin on Crowley's head.

After a few moments, Aziraphale replied, "But you are, whether you take offense or not, you are sweet."

He felt the demon squirm in his arms at the praise, but the angel continued anyway, "I'm sorry to tell you, but the way you just asked me what you were in the mood for was absolutely sweet. And I couldn't resist."

The demon grumbled into his neck, "Angel, in our couple, it's known that you're the sweet one and I'm the grumpy one."

Aziraphale laughed and replied, "How about we say we're both sweet."

"You're 75% sweet and I'm 25% sweet."

The angel replied, "How about I'm 60% sweet and you're 40%."

"You're 70% and I'm 30%."

Aziraphale laughed again and replied, "It's a deal."

He felt the demon straighten up and Crowley now had his face in front of him as he wrapped his arms around the angel's neck.

"Let's seal the deal."

Crowley didn't let Aziraphale answer and pressed his lips to his in a light kiss before burying his head in the angel's neck again, saying against his skin, "And now, no more bargaining, I just want my cuddles."

Aziraphale breathed against the demon's hair, "Sweet."

Then he laughed as Crowley growled at him, "Angel..."

They remained like that for a long moment, entwined against the headboard, until Crowley raised his head again and pressed his lips to the angel's once more, in a kiss that was longer and deeper than the previous one, but just as sweet.

As the kiss lingered, they slowly slipped into a reclining position, and when they finally parted to catch their breath, the demon was lying on top of the angel. Framing his face with his hands, he murmured softly against his lips, "I love you."

He pressed one last soft kiss to Aziraphale's lips before sliding down on the bed against him, his head resting on the angel's chest. Aziraphale wrapped his arm around his shoulder and with his other hand pulled the covers over their entwined bodies, whispering "I love you" against the demon's forehead before pressing a lingering kiss to it.

After a few moments of silence, Aziraphale added softly in an amused tone, "Looks like I won't be finishing that book tonight."

Crowley pressed a kiss to his chest and mockingly replied, "I'll allow you to lay all the blame on a cuddly demon who's 30% sweet."

Aziraphale laughed, quickly joined by said sweet cuddly demon.

A little later, in the silence, just as sleep was about to overtake them, Crowley could still hear the angel whispering into his hair, "You said I had eternity to finish this book, but I'm capable of putting off my reading indefinitely if it means an eternity of moments like this with you."

Crowley smiled, then hummed in response before nuzzling the angel a little more, finally letting sleep take him, the smile still on his lips.

He had absolutely nothing against an eternity of such blissful moments.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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splendidunboyfriendable · 5 months

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miscellaneous brian quinn hc's

can you tell what my new obsession is?

q is such an old soul. he's the type of guy who never stopped listening to his parent's music. he has hours and hours of 60's and 70's classic rock hits on his spotify all the way back to his broken mp3 players. don't get me wrong, he loves some good indie music. i feel like he'd have a soft spot for midwest because of the sick guitar riffs. he kept his cd collection from the aughties that he plays for you in the car. if you look through his junk drawer there's definitely one of his broken childhood cassetes in there.

segwaying from that last point, he is an extremely sentimental guy. he cherishes every single gift you give him. every birthday card he's ever received is kept in a special box at the back of his closet for safekeeping. he loves hoarding knick knacks and it's easier to defend things that have emotional value.

he has a thing for graphic tshirts. anything he outgrows he either gives to you to sleep in or donates it to an op shop. he doesn't like being a basic bitch but also doesn't have a very good sense of style. so any plain old shirt with a slogan or design on it makes him feel less like a boring old man.

he really enjoys the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair. he has a sensitive scalp so he doesn't really like people touching his hair because they can pull too hard. when you first touch his scalp, he doesn't register what you're doing because he's so used to the guys yanking on his hair. he immediately melts at your touch. every now and then, when he needs a little pick me up, he rests his head in your lap and asks you to play with his hair.

his cats are very attached to you. he jokingly calls you his 'pussy magnet'. you're always his first pick when it comes to a catsitter because they just can't get enoug of you. he sends you so many videos of them meowing for you as an excuse for you to come over.

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blazehedgehog · 2 months

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Let's assume Metal Sonic has some degree of personal agency. Do you think he has any attachment to Robotnik as his creator? Like they potentially made amends after Heroes? Would he share Sage's sentiment about being "siblings" in a sense?

I think to some degree the canonical Metal Sonic has a very primitive idea of what a "relationship" looks like and is. I think some elements of Sonic's personality leak through as a natural product of the data Metal Sonic contains, but Metal himself doesn't always understand how or why his programming comes to those results. The data is very complex and analyzing its own processes takes resources away from the rest of his computational systems, something he doesn't often spare.

I imagine Eggman probably gave him some kind of boost to whatever he considers "loyalty", or at least tried to, so Metal has some inherent appreciation of his creator. But again, it's the kind of thing he doesn't really understand -- it comes from somewhere, but it doesn't come from him. It's a programming directive, something that adjusts the data as it executes, so if Metal Sonic feels anything at all, he can probably feel like he's being pushed and pulled internally.

The Sonic part of his personality is like "Eggman is bad and must be stopped" and Eggman's programming is trying to override that with "Eggman is your creator and you must be loyal to him." Metal Sonic himself sits somewhere in the middle of those two.

Presumably Eggman's censors win out in the end, but Eggman also strikes me as a guy who thinks "80% is good enough." That last 20% is where the hardest work is, it's where all the smallest, most pointless fringes are, and there's too much other stuff that needs to be done, after all.

So Metal Sonic still occasionally receives a valid "Sonic Thought." And he doesn't really know what to do with it, because so much of his programming has been rewired to block that. Part of his programming is definitely "error correction", so mostly it gets discarded without examination, but maybe it doesn't always. And that's how we end up with weird situations like Metal Overlord; Metal Sonic is acting on his "Eggman must be stopped" but it's getting filtered and redirected through all of this Eggman propaganda programming. So Metal Sonic stops Eggman by trying to replace Eggman.

After Sonic Heroes, I imagine Eggman "punished" Metal Sonic by increasing his filtering, censoring, and redirection programming. Like if Metal Sonic is 80% "good enough" now, I imagine before Sonic Heroes he was probably 70% or even 60%. Good enough that Metal Sonic did not immediately try to fight Eggman on activation, basically. But, obviously, Metal Sonic was just playing a longer game.

Eggman would see the whole incident as a programming bug and would simply seek to reinforce his control and suppress more of Sonic's natural tendencies. But again, never 100%. He'd probably see 100% as some impossible number. Metal Sonic is probably running on some neural network type code, something deliberately made to be unpredictable on some level, so plugging all of the personality "holes" isn't something that can be realistically done because the range of output is too vast. Plus, blocking them all starts to negate the benefits of having Metal operate on a copy of Sonic's brain in the first place. You need that wiggle room.

So in most cases I think Metal Sonic understands and acts upon an intrinsic loyalty to Eggman, which Eggman himself put there as part of Metal's programming. But it's possible (difficult, but possible) to poke and prod to get him to question that loyalty and himself.

#questions #melcodriggs #sonic the hedgehog #sega #sonic team #metal sonic

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haecien · 7 months

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What tropes i would absolutely kill to see w/ svt members

(Psst... if anyone sees this and decides to write svt with these tropes @ me please omg)

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Academic rivals - S.coups🍒 ; IVE SEEN @/woozvc NEW AU WITH CHEOL AND ITS MAKES ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS.

He would get so competitive i love him, he would also deff tease you a lot when you'd get a lower score than him

Academic rivals or Trouble maker x Goody to-shoes - Jeonghan👼; Same reason as s.coups for the academic rivals:D idk why... if they ever fucking teased me id be giggling

IVE WRITEN THE LAST TROPE AND OH MY GODDDD, jeonghan would be such a flirt and mixed with teasing??? GOD IM ON THE FLOORR

Soulmates (bonus points if you're soulmates even in pass lives) - Joshua🦌; No matter what, you'll always find yourself back to him. He is the only one fitted for you

BRO. if you both got separated since you both got reborn, he will still find you. He loves you too much that he can't seem to let you go

Actor x fan - Jun😼 ; majority of the times this is very toxic, but no reason like id imagine maybe either you would be apart of the film crew or makeup team, but you were such a big fan of him ever since you watched one drama of him

He would admire how nice you were to him, you never shouted or did anything to make him upset. You were very soft towards him🤭

Workplace love - Hoshi🐯 ; No reason. Jst hear me out! He deff found u as the cool co-worker he could always rely on. Bonus points if its a love at first sight type too🤭🤭

Or maybe it would be a business proposal type of romance

Love at first sight - Wonwoo🐱 ; God i wanna see wonwoo being so whiped after seeing you for even just a glance

He would stand there FROZEN because he was so shocked over how beautiful you were to him.

70's/60's era - Woozi🍚; I jst wanna see woozi in a white long-sleeved shirt with his sleeves rolled back with slick black pants, bonus points if he's also wearing suspenders!!!😭🤭🤭😭🤭😭🤭

Imagine jihoon as a detective, GOD HAWKVEJE he'd be real serious about his job, I feel like suddenly you would be caught up in a case that he needs to investigate. Then you guys become closer in the process😭

Admiring from a far - Minghao🐸; its not you whos admiring him, ITS MINGHAO ADMIRING YOU.🤭🤭

People always wondered who was that person in his paintings? Yeah its you, he saw that you were perfect for being his muse. But how could be possibly contact you? He's too shy for that, he'd constantly paint and paint you, he never rushed it. His strokes were always so light, it made the painting even more beautiful then it is.

At that point minghao had already memorized every little detail about you

I went a lil overboard with hao

Popular kid x Quiet kid - Mingyu🐶; LIKE. He'd literally fucking be the only one who ever payed attention to you. No one could notice you were in the room yet mingyu was the only one who ever felt your presence

Sunshine x Grumpy (basically opposites attract) - Dokyeom🌞 ; Ugh I need a sunshine Dk in my life. He'd be such an energy boost to a very grumpy reader:((

" Whats wrong? Cheer up!! " and he'd endlessly hug you🥺 JAKSJDJIDHD he is an quality time and physically touch person:( acts of service & gift giving too!

Only child x Multiple siblings - Seungkwan🍊;

... hear me out, not sure if kwan has siblings but he's gnna be the one with the multiple siblings, or maybe its an au where svt are his siblings. But non the less kwan would not hesitate to introduce you to his multiple siblings. You're not used to this but this adds on to the warm feeling seungkwan has

Oh my god , that would be comforting and chaotic as hell

Confused x Hyper - Vernon🐢; he deff wouldn't understand your hype about something, but he's trying to😭😭

" VERNON!!! look at this new - ********* " whatever is going through his head is literally a loading screen " uh huh.... " hes confused but he's here for it

Full of themselves x "Get a reality check" - Dino🦦 ; title sounds obnoxious BUT HEAR ME OUT.

Like, the reader would always complement themselves yk "bro everyone wants me forreal! "

And dino is like " Im the only person WHO wanted you. "

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Cien rambles

Guys heuhahwhekshsjhejevrjdbdj PLEASE IF ANY OF U GUYS DO MAKE SMTHING LIKE THIS @ ME OMFGG

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lavender-at-heart · 1 year

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Dating David bowie:

Pairing: David bowie x gn!reader

Request: hey! if reqs are open, could you please do a general david bowie (late 60s early 70s) headcannons? nothing specific, anything you want to write! ♡

Warnings:

Notes: Thank you for the ask!!!! My requests are open so pop one in if you have the time! Hope you enjoy, feedback is welcome and appreciated!<3 also i relize that a lot of my moodboard pics are from later years oops

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Ok let's get one thing straight, David bowie is like top 3 boyfriends to ever exist. I mean just look at him and Iman

But enough about iman this is about you 🤭🤩

Like considering the money and power he has you'd definitely be able to have some super cool abnormal dates

He'd rent out a theme park for the night, and tell you to invite all your friends

You'd go on as many roller coasters as you could and didn't have to wait in a single line

He'd play some stupid game and win you the biggest teddy bear ever

In return you'd win him a matching bear and name the two stuffies after you guys.

You'd also go to the coolest places in whatever city you happened to be in

Sightseeing is a must

You guys take amazing photos and eventually start a photo album shortly after you start your relationship

You always go to his shows, to show your love and support, and because his music is so god damn amazing.

Sometimes you'll be the one to do his makeup before shows

That's also one of the things you do together. He'll do your makeup,you do his.

Sometimes (all the time) he'll ask for you opinions on his wardrobe, which colours to wear that day or which pattern to choose.

Your opinion is the only thing that matters to him and he deeply cherishes your input

You'll design his stage outfits together

He loves shopping for you too, insisting you'd look amazing in anything

"Well love you see, I thought you'd look really pretty in the new Hermes scarf but I couldn't chose a colour...so I bought them all."

While life can sometimes be at energy level 1000, there's also softer more domestic times that both you and David cherish

Waking up at 1pm and cooking breakfast together>>>>

You guys enjoy trying new cooking or baking recipies

Movie nights are a must

Just cozying up on the couch and putting on a comfort movie

You guys also paint together

David loves to draw and paint you it helps him relax from a stressful day

Sometimes things can be difficult with Davids mental and physical health, but you both try your very hardest to help him.

Staying home alone just the two of you can do wonders for his attitude

Reading books together is a must too

Sometimes you'd introduce him to a new book because you think it would make a killer song

And as much as David's fame is a blessing it can be a curse to

It's very hard to have complete privacy for long periods of time

And sometimes you have feelings of doubt on whether you are good enough

But you channel that doubt into a new adventure

You'd try all sorts of fashion,hair and makeup styles and see which ones david liked the most

If your the type to get your nails done then he is all ears. He loved to come with you to the salon, help pick colours, styles, ect

"What about stars- glitter stars???!!!" 😮

Of course with his line of work you sometimes have to be separated for long periods of time, but he always makes it up to you

He'll come home at 2 in the morning bearing gifts of the questionable variety

You'll be all tired and just see him holding a giant duck

"See it only looks like a duck, it's actually and lamp that doubles as a makeup storage kit!"

"...what?❤️"

You'd buy a big ol' house in the middle of nowhere to start your lives together

He'd fill it with the most wonderfully peculiar art pieces

You'd love getting to design a home together

Needless to say life with David is never dull

#david bowie x reader #david bowie #david bowie headcannons

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rockandroar · 30 days

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Hello, my name is Jonathan.

I really like the character, Grant Ruffalo. He is officially one of my favorite characters now.

Can I ask a question? Does this character has a backstory on how he started to form this amazing metal rock band?

Thank you for your answer? 😊

Hi Jonathan, thank you very much for your question!

Grant has a lot of stories to tell from his many years as a musician. His father was a blues guitarist who moved his family from the US to England when Grant was still small. As an unusually intense and focused calf, Grant quickly picked up guitar playing from his father and dived deeply into it. Throughout his childhood and teen years he would continue to spend countless hours practicing, as well as obsessively listening to every blues and rock record he could get his hooves on. He quickly developed a reputation for his amazing guitar technique, powerful vocals, and...aggressive temperament which he'd need to work on improving, but that's another story.

Grant went off to college in the late 60s. At that time, the music that was popular was quite a bit...janglier and lighter than what Grant wanted to do (this was the time of hippies, after all). Grant loved the psychedelic rock, acid rock, and blues rock bands of the time, but he had a vision for something darker, heavier, and definitely louder - and together with his friend and bassist Onyx Slater, they'd start working on this strange new music. They soon recruited Billy and Gunnar, and started rigorously practicing. As an already creative guitarist, Grant had no problem figuring out new ways to experiment with all sorts of distortion in his sound.

Bassist Onyx Slater had a passion for horror movies and spooky stuff in general, so that helped the band figure out the visuals for their music and their overall look. Grant was already fairly popular with the other bovids on campus (as herd animals, horned and hooved folks tend to gather together), so he had no issue finding audiences for his band's local shows. With all of these friends showing up to the concerts, word began to spread among the herds, and new bands with a similar sound - inspired by Steel Stampede- began to sprout up all over the region. Aside from these bands all sharing this heavier sound, all of them had members with horns, so they came up with the "🤘🏼" hand gesture as a way to show support to each other at shows and as a symbol for their growing subculture. Local media took notice of the rapidly growing numbers of oddly-dressed fans and named them "headbangers" for the way they rocked their horns in unison to the music at shows.

Through the years, Steel Stampede continued to grow and innovate. By the mid 70s, they'd moved past much of their blues origins, and instead focused more on playing faster and louder, perhaps inspired by the alley cats of London and across the pond in New York City who were developing a fierce new style of rock music called "punk". Meanwhile, having now been signed onto a record label, and with their popularity rapidly growing amongst young animals all over the world, Steel Stampede, and especially Grant himself, were being credited in the media as the pioneers of this music genre now known across the globe as "heavy metal".

To this day, Grant is still regarded as the father of metal. And while he will humbly shrug this off, just ask any metal-loving animal who they think is the king of the genre, and they will almost certainly tell you that Grant Ruffalo is the leader of the herd.

#reader submission #rock and roar #webcomic #animal characters #anthro #anthropomorphic #original character #webcomics

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lieutenantfloyd · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet - Austin!Elvis

Requested?: yes!

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI. Mentions of pregnancy, corruption of innocence, and various things of that nature.

Words: 1735

note: thank you anon for this request and thank all of y’all so, so much for 400+ followers! All the lovely comments I’ve received on my writing has meant the world to me. This ended up a longer than I expected, but I’m pretty happy with it seeing as it’s the first smutty piece I’ve written. Lastly, I chose the gif below as that scene is one of the hottest things I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing on a 50-foot screen.

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

We all know how caring Elvis is, and this carries over into the bedroom. Most night aftercare consists of him cleaning you up and planting soft kisses everywhere he can before joining you back in bed and massaging any sore areas you developed.

If he was feeling more dominant that night, he's a bit lazier but still so sweet. He'd pull you into his chest, and praise you endlessly for how good you were for him. He'd also take that time to check in with you to make sure he didn't push things too far.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

In the heat of the moment, his favorite body part is anything he can get his hands on. He's an extremely tactile lover and will do everything in his power to keep as much physical contact as possible.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man has one of the biggest breeding kinks around.

If you can carry children, once you give him the slightest notion that you want to settle down with him it becomes his #1 mission to get you knocked up. This is especially true as he garners more fame. As much as he loves knowing you're watching from the wings as he performs, just the thought of you waiting back at Graceland barefoot and pregnant is enough to send him over the edge.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Thanks to this series by the amazing @lovincherries I am 100% convinced he has a secret dubious consent kink. Nothing dark or twisted, he just loves the idea of being in control and breaking your innocence (more on this later.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

No man who looks like that and runs around kissing the audience on the lips after hip-thrusting on stage for a few hours is inexperienced in the bedroom. It's impossible. If you end up in bed with Elvis, you quickly learn that pleasure is synonymous with his name.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. or if he's feeling generous, cowgirl. Either way, he wants to see and touch as much of you as possible. No matter how good it feels, seeing your features bloom with pleasure is what truly gets him off.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Elvis loves to joke around. What's the point of living if you don't have fun? Despite this, he understands very well when to be serious vs when to be his usual goofy self. When it comes to the bedroom, he utilizes these skills perfectly. There are times when he's feeling particularly lovey and will do anything to see you smile, yet other days he's stone-cold serious, but most days he switches seamlessly between serious dom and sweet, goofy, pretty boy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Every part of his appearance is a big deal to him. From the time he was young he's spent a considerable amount of time grooming every aspect of his image. The only exception to this is that younger Elvis is the slightest bit more clean-shaven than his 60s-70s self.

When it comes to his partners, whatever amount of grooming you feel comfortable doing down there is more than enough for him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

To say Elvis is made to love is the understatement of the century. He cares incredibly deeply about everyone and everything. If he's taking you to bed, you can expect to be treated like the most precious thing in the world. No matter your relationship status.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The times you don't/couldn't follow him on tour, it becomes a habit for him to lock himself away after he gets off stage and jack off until his adrenaline crashes. There have also been times where it took you a little longer to get to his dressing room only for you to be greeted by a very flustered Elvis leaning back on the couch with boxers pushed aside, whining while palming his weeping cock.

(definitely turning this into a oneshot soon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, spanking, dubious consent, degradation (Giving), spitting, light bondage (Giving), scratching, praise (receiving), biting, hair pulling, marking up, public sex, a little bit of free use, choking, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, light bdsm...

You get the idea.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

When you're The King, you do what you want, when you want, wherever you want. Once Elvis hits his stride he is not a shy man in the least. Once you give him the ok, he'll take you anywhere, on any surface, he feels like.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

continuing letter D: What started as a primal want to provide for his loved ones mixed with his naturally possessive nature quickly became a thing for innocence.

Doe eyes, teddy bears, white sundresses with nothing underneath...

As he gains fame, his biggest fantasy is introducing a younger and/or less experienced S/O into his world. Furthermore, he wants you to experience the grittier side of things all while you depend on him to guard your innocence.

As your relationship progresses a nightly routine develops. Before bed, he'll pull you down onto his lap and prompt you to tell him all about your day and stare up at him with big doe eyes while wearing one of the cute little night sets he's bought you. you quickly learn that you're lucky to make it to your post-breakfast activities before his fingers are gripping your hips and he's begging to have his way with you.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Anything involving genuine pain and bodily fluids (aside from cum and spit.)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Like I said in C, he lives to please. I believe that what he lacks in skills he makes up for by being deeply intuitive. Overall his preference depends on your relationship to each other. If it's a one-night stand, he prefers receiving. In a more long-term relationship, he practically counts down the seconds until he can again bury his face between your legs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace depends on his mood and what maturity level he's reached. Younger Elvis is hot, heavy, and *ruthless*. He'll leave you breathless with a pretty array of marks and not knowing up from down. "Older" Elvis on the other hand is slow and sensual. A delicious mixture of deep thrusts and endless praise that pulls every last bit of pleasure from you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Pulling you into a closet 5 minutes before he has to be on stage, pulling you into his lap in the back of a limo, messing around in his dressing room during intermission... It's his not ideal situation, but he's a very busy man and he'll take what he can get.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's 100% down to experiment. There's a pretty high likelihood that he's more experienced in the bedroom than you, and he's more than eager to show you what he's learned. Once you two are a solid couple, expect him to pin you to the mattress and lean in just enough for his breath to tickle your cheek.

"You trust me, don't you sugar?"

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You've seen his performances. This man can go all. night. long. and well into the morning. Breaks for water and snack aren't unheard of.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I can picture him owning more simple toys like handcuffs, blindfolds, or paddles. If you don't travel with him, he's not opposed to you getting a few toys to use while he's away. However, your use of such toys is strictly regulated by him and any toys he himself owns are exclusively used on his partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Elvis just might be the biggest tease out there. He's more than aware of the effect he has on you and will absolutely use that knowledge to his (ever so slightly sadistic) advantage.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is *loud* and completely unashamed about it. A constant stream of gasps, moans, praise, and utter filth all delivered in *the most sultry of southern accents.*

As his influence and power grows he starts to rent out entire floors of hotels he's staying at just so he can doesn't have to deal with the slew of sleepless guests the next morning.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

60s and 70s Elvis 100% has a *massive* sugar daddy kink. He wants nothing more than to give his girl all his love and shower her with gifts. He doesn't even require anything in exchange. However, if you do want to go on dates or even just sleep with him he's more than willing to indulge you.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He's above average, 6-6 1/2 inches gorgeously thick. Where the real magic lies, however, is in what he's able to do with it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is nearly insatiable. Your very existence is a turn-on for him and there has yet been a time when he wasn't ready to get down and dirty. Somehow his yearning only gets strong as time goes on. I mean, he *is* running off pure adrenaline, an assortment of elixirs and substances, and pure love, so what else can you really expect.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

His number one priority is making sure you're comfortable. He'll spend as long as necessary getting you settled before joining you in relaxing. It's rare for him to fall asleep before you as he loves to watch you drift off to sleep in his arms, so peaceful and innocent.

#e.presley #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis film #elvis movie #austin butler #austin butler x reader #elvis smut #elvis presley

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runin-reads · 5 months

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Trans James Potter headcanons

This is just me brain dumping for my current prongsfoot WIP where James is a stealth trans guy and how this would affect the way he navigates relationships and his place in society. I try to base my writing on canon text so let me know if anything is inconsistent with the books

Not much would change. I see Sirius as someone who genuinely doesn’t care for a guys physical traits when it comes to falling in love. He’s perceptive and can see past a persons facade in seconds. He sees James as just another guy and falls for him because of his character— anatomy be damned. So wrt to their relationship they’d still be obsessed with each other and fit into that ‘two bodies one soul’ narrative

Nothing is off limits between them so I imagine Sirius would be very involved in James’ transition. He helps him do his T shots and he’s always the first person to notice and be told when James goes through a certain change

James would be the type to identify as a guy his entire life. It’s established in the books that his parents were very doting and wealthy, so even though they’re elderly I think they would accept James as their son and he’d have the support available to transition early on. James would be such a different person if his parents didn’t spoil him as a child, so I want to keep that aspect of his upbringing no matter what.

the way he would view his trans-ness would differ greatly from the current generation. I imagine there would be a huge dissonance between him and the label “trans” because he’s seen himself as a guy for as long as he can remember.

His idea of masculinity would be very hetero-normative given the time period he was raised in. His parents were happily married his entire life and I think their relationship would influence how he imagines his own future to be like. He wants to be a father to a child and a husband to a wife, and he subconsciously decides that that is the way a man should be.

In Snape's Worst Memory it’s implied that James cared a lot about what others think. While he and Sirius are antagonising Snape James kept looking back to see if the girls (namely Lily) were watching. I think being trans would only heighten this urge to be cool and popular. He’d love the attention he got from girls because it affirms his masculinity and he’d put a lot of effort into maintaining his image

I’ve already written about how prongsfoot (james/sirius) is queer coded. To add to that, there are two possible ways by which James deals with his not-so-platonic feelings for Sirius. One, he accepts these feelings much more easily than he would have in canon because he’s already trans so what’s a little more queerness. Two, he denies these feelings, preferring to stick to the hetero-normative standards set by his parents and society. (Both possibilities are based on my own experiences as a trans guy so trust me, trans people can still experience internalised homophobia)

On a more lighthearted note he’s the type of guy to try to put a permanent sticking charm on his packer/STP device lol. Key word: try. Sirius would talk him out of it but he would at some point find a way to use magic to keep his packer from falling out in the changing rooms etc.

His confidence would only grow once T starts taking effect on his body. He'd probably brag about his bottom growth to Sirius which, unbeknownst to James, ends up flustering Sirius a LOT

He doesn't bind because even though puberty blockers weren't used back in the 60s/70s, let's just say Monty and Effie found a magical alternative like a potion for example

idk if the wizarding world has its own equivalent of gender affirming care and I highly doubt JKR ever wrote about it, so I'll go off on a limb and say James uses both muggle and wizarding methods to transition depending on what's more convenient for the plot of my fic

NSFW

If j/s did fool around I think James would be pretty bossy in bed lmao and he'd be very adamant that Sirius should avoid 'female' terms for his body and stick to words like 'cock' or 'front hole'

It would take a long time for James to be open to intercourse so uh they'd get very creative in the meantime

not an expert on magic but James would definitely find a way to like charm his packer so that it gets erect and he can continue living in stealth.

#trans james potter #james potter headcanon #prongsfoot #james x sirius #starbucks #bambibelle #writing reference #fic idea #my fic

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scintillyyy · 5 months

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This is connected to a post you made about a month ago about why Tim isn't getting any older, and it's about Dick being in denial. This one:

https://www.tumblr.com/scintillyyy/733703509941354496/the-real-reason-that-tim-cant-age-over-18-is

And I was just wondering what is your belief in the age gaps between some of the main current/Previous Gotham vigilantes? Like they don't have to be canon, but what age gaps do you have in mind when you think about it? On the same line of thinking, how old do you think the characters should be now?

ahahaha, i usually live pretty firmly in post-crisis so all my age vibes and how old people should be go based on that. and while i will see someone do the concrete 'this is how old everyone should be based on timeline and dates' and i'm usually like "hell, yea!! that's exactly how it should be", in my head it's really usually vibes with two notable expections: 1) dick has to be 7 years older than tim, 2) tim has to be 7 years older than damian. and i try to reason out everyone else while keeping those concrete ones into consideration.

(the reason those are non-negotiable to me is because of damian being 10/tim being 17 during reborn era. and dick and tim in post-crisis were written as 12 & 5 at the circus and it's non-negotiable to me that tim a) was there that night and b) remembers it, so dick had to have been older than 8 (tim couldn't be 1). but i also don't like dick being 12, so i usually split the difference and put him at 9-10 at the time of his parents death with tim being 2.5-3ish. because at that age it is. at least technically possible that tim would have been able to form a concrete memory of an extremely traumatic event.)

so yea. at the end of post-crisis, my ages for then look like this:

damian is 10

tim is 17

steph is about a year older than tim, so she's 18.

jason is probably about 2 years older than tim, so he's probably around 19.

cass is 2.5-3 years older than tim (he was 15 and she was closer to 17-18 when she was introduced), so she's probably about 20.

jpv was tragically dead, but i imagine he was always around dick's age

dick is 24

helena i don't have a concrete age on, but i vibe her as probably within a couple years of dick's age? so she's nebulously 23-26ish

barbara, to me, is 5 years older than dick, so she's 29.

bruce is far more nebulous, but i usually see him starting batman around when he was about 22-25. and he picks up dick at year 3, he's probably about 24-27. which if my dick is 10, then he's about 15-17 years older than dick. which would place him anywhere from 39-44ish (most likely 40-41ish).

leslie was thomas's med school friend, right. so she was probably about the same age. if thomas was probably in his 30s when he died, so was leslie. making her 25-30 years older than bruce. placing her at mid to late 60s/early 70s (and she's still doing surgeries. good for her. but also. retire, girl.)

alfred, eternally 70s

which if we go by current age of damian, then to me everyone should be the following: damian 14 -> duke i'm not entirely sure of bc i haven't read his stuff tbh but if he was in high school at his introduction he'd be here now at like 17-18? -> tim 21 -> steph 22 -> jason 23 -> cass 24 -> dick 28 -> is jpv alive again? you know what he deserves to be the same age as dick for ultimate pettiness on dick's part. 28 it is. -> helena late 20s -> barbara 33 (and thriving, the 30s are fantastic) -> bruce mid to late 40s (probably closer to mid, 45-46ish) -> alfred, well, dead i guess.

so that's how old they should be to *me* but i also understand why dc doesn't want to keep aging them and are making the gaps smaller and more ridiculous. it's funny, tim did exert pressure on the timeline when he was introduced, but when it was just him, it was a lot easier to have him be a teenager while keeping bruce nebulously in his 30s and dick nebulously in his 20s for such a long time. but the introduction of damian has really exerted pressure because once you start wanting to age him up (which was inevitable! the writers weren't going to want to tell stories of him at 10 forever if they wanted to grow him as a character. it's the same as when tim was robin, why he didn't stay 13-14 forever and eventually aged him up to 16-17. so they could expand on the stories they told for him.) without without wanting to age everyone else up then you really end up with ridiculous age gaps that don't make any sort of realistic sense with the history of the characters and what they've been through in their time (but hey, it's comics. it is what it is. time works funky sometimes.).

so yea, this is how i feel about their ages in my heart lol.

(for some non-vigilante fun, i can tell you that jack drake was canonically only 43 at the time of his death (which makes some of his character designs really funny in retrospect), which would have made him 27 when tim was born (as tim was 16 when jack died). meaning janet was also probably about 26-27 (or, to me, most likely a few years younger, so closer to 24ish. she could have been older but i just do not see jack going for an older woman.) (i can also calculate a potential conception date considering tim's birthday on 7/19 depending on if you want him preterm, term, or postterm), which means she would have. most likely been about 37-39ish when she died. dana winters had to have been at least 24-25 considering she was a licensed physical therapist but is implied to at least have some experience but was still young by the time she started working with jack so she was probably late 20s when she got together with late 30s jack).

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