#i am ashamed that you ever followed me. because wow.

[mohabbaat]

wow so first it was “Taylor’s should post about the Palestine issue” and now it’s “every single tumblr should post about it”

There’s literally so so soooo many posts about it, let one blog live their life

(and also they were right, your blog is hate hate hate)

if there are "so so soooo many posts about it" then it should be very easy for everyone to find and reblog at least one post about the ongoing genocide. right? but apparently, there are some people (like you bestie!) who are just so fkn self absorbed that they don't realise that staying silent is one of the worst things that a person can do. 🙄

#my blog is hate hate hate? what about you anon? #who thinks that caring about the thousands of lives being lost in palestine = you not living your life? #what is this way of thinking? #i am ashamed that you ever followed me. because wow. #it doesnt even have to be many many posts #just one or two a week. just enough that people remember. that they dont forget. #asks

[wandanatrules]

Nobody else

pairing: possessive beefy natasha romanoff x bratty wanda maximoff

word count: 2575

summary: a misunderstanding leads natasha and wanda to think they have different intentions about their “relationship”

warnings: smut, nat has a penis, foul language, degradation kink, slight blackhill, slight nat x darcy, slight wanda x carol, “cheating”, groping, rough sex, spanking, slight angst  

“uggh, please natty it feels so good, go harder i need you.” Wanda panted out while she was being rammed into from behind, by her mentor.

Wanda and Natasha had been friends for a few years, ever since Wanda had joined the team. She needed someone to look up to and Nat was the perfect female mentor. It wasn’t until a few months ago that their friendship blossomed into something else.

It all started one night when Wanda came to Natasha’s room pleading for her to help with the ache between her legs. Wanda had been attracted to Natasha since the day they met, but it was seeing her in the gym earlier that day that set her off. Wanda walked in on her lifting weights, and drooled over her muscles from afar. She even went as far as following her into the shower and was pleasantly surprised when she saw the special treat between Natasha’s legs. She felt ashamed of herself and ran back to her room, trying to appease the ache on her own, but after several fruitless attempts, she found herself knocking on the door of her mentor’s room.

She’s so glad she found herself in her room that night, because it was then that their friends with benefits relationship had begun.

“You are such a little slut Wanda, you find yourself in my room every night begging for my big cock to split you open, have you no shame?” Natasha asked as she picked up the pace ramming her 8 inches in and out of Wanda’s abused hole.

She gripped the younger girl’s waist guiding her thrusts as she panted and moaned in her ear, kissing her neck. Wanda’s tits flopped all over the place hitting her face, as she whined and moaned like a professional whore.

Wanda’s cunt clenched around Natasha's dick, making her slap Wanda’s ass as her dick twitched and her balls swelled. “God baby, i’m gonna cum and fill you up." Natasha sighed in her ear.

“Yes Natty, please i’m cumming too ughh. You have the best and biggest dick on the team, nobody else here has fucked me as well as you do.” Wanda exclaimed, while pushing herself back onto nat to reach deeper.

Natasha’s hips stalled for a second, taken aback by what Wanda had just said. Natasha knew that they were a casual friends with benefits thing, and they weren’t dating, but she didn’t like how she felt when she heard wanda talking about fucking the other avengers.  

A deep carnal urge spread throughout Natasha and she picked up the pace, ramming into her at an animalistic speed. “You’re mine.” she grunted, roughly.

“Damn natty, yes I am ahhh right there oh- please it feels so good, you're hitting the spot just right.” Wanda said, her words vibrating off her chest as her body is thrown around for nat’s pleasure. Not noticing that nat was currently rage fucking her.

Nat felt herself twitch again, so she pulled out and released her load all over Wanda's naked body. Viscous, white liquid painting her and sticking to her hair.

“Oh wow, that was amazing natty.” Wanda said, reaching for Natasha, who normally cuddles her after sex.

Natasha pulled away, throwing her, her clothes and a rag. “Clean yourself up and get dressed, I have to shower and you have to leave. I have shit to do.” Natasha said harshly as she walked into the bathroom.

Wanda was confused about Natasha's change in demeanor after having, what she thought was, incredible sex. Did she do something wrong? She brushed it off and cleaned herself up, dressing before leaving her room.

The next day Wanda ran into Natasha after she finished her training. She admired her from across the kitchen, holding back her saliva from watching her muscles tense as she moved around the kitchen.

Walking over to her, she made sure nobody else was around before speaking. “Hey natty, care to join me in my room?” she asked with her best doe eyes while caressing her biceps.

Natasha scoffed and pulled away, responding, “Not today Wanda.” before leaving the kitchen, leaving wanda shocked.

She wanted to follow her and see what was wrong, but she decided to let her be alone and figure it out by herself. Wanda didn’t know what to do, so she decided to go lay on the couch for a nap, while Nat got her emotions together.

A few hours later Wanda had awoken from her nap and it was dark outside. She decided that it was time for her to go to her own bed. While walking down the hall she heard noises as she was starting to walk past Natasha’s bedroom.

There were grunting and panting noises coming from her room. Wanda listened through the door growing wetter at the sounds. Natasha was pleasuring herself and Wanda wanted to be a good “friend” and help her out, hoping that it would cure her bad mood.

Wanda quietly opened the door, so that she would be surprised when she came to give her a hand with her erection. When wanda fully opened the door she was met with a sight that she was not expecting at all.

Natasha was laying back on her bed, while Maria from the office department was bouncing on her cock like a certified slut. Natasha’s abs flexed as did the muscles in her arms as she guided Maria’s movements. Maria’s naked tits flopped all over the place, before Natasha reached up to tame them and suck her right nipple into her hot mouth.  

“Oh shit Maria, your pussy is so tight and wet, squeezing me so fucking well.” Natasha said as she lifted her hips pistoning off the bed into Maria's hot depth.

Wanda watched in awe for a while, but quickly left before being discovered. She was holding back tears as she walked to her room, letting them go when she arrived. She couldn’t believe that Natasha was having sex with other people. The girl knew that they were just casual friends with benefits, but she thought they had an unspoken vow to be exclusive.

She wondered if the reason Natasha was being so rude to her was because she replaced her with Maria, for the role of her late night booty call. Wanda was devastated, but decided that if nat was going to replace her then she would do the same.

The next day was one of Tony Stark's weekly parties, celebrating the fact that he can afford to throw weekly parties. Wanda decided that she would dress up nice and go to attract attention from someone else who could fuck her.

She put on the most revealing body con dress she owned, which happened to be purchased by Natasha, that was tight in all the right places. She curled her hair just the way Nat liked it and made sure her boobs looked plump and noticeable. Her goal was to make Nat jealous even though she doubted that she would even be there, considering Wanda had asked Nat to accompany her to one of these parties many times but to no avail.

Wanda walked into the party, scanning the room. She was shocked when she saw in the center of the dance floor, Natasha dancing behind a seductive Darcy who was grinding her ass on Natasha’s front. Natasha was running her hands all over Darcy's front and sides.

Wanda was hurt when she saw Natasha sexy dancing with Darcy. She was told by her over and over again that “ Stark’s parties just weren’t her scene” when Wanda pleaded with her to be her date.

Wanda looked to her left and saw a lonely Carol sitting at the bar. She decided that she would go over and try to get her mind off of Natasha.

“Hello there Carol, why are you sitting alone?”, Wanda asked as she sat down next to her at the bar.

Carol smirked at her, “I figured looking lonely would attract pretty girls, and it’s obviously working. Let me buy you a drink?” Carol responded slyly.

“Oh yes please.”, Wanda said as she reached over to softly caress Carol’s juicy biceps.

Carol smirked and put her hand on Wanda's barely covered thigh, inches away from her naked core, opting out on wearing underwear with tonight’s dress, as she beckoned the bartender over.

Natasha watched from afar as she saw Wanda flirting with Carol, her blood starting to boil. She was incredibly upset that Wanda dressed herself up like a slut to go and flirt with their teammates.

She decided to leave her be. That was until she saw Carol stand up and grab her hand, aiming to lead her out of the room. She moved away from Darcy and furiously stomped across the room to stop Wanda from leaving with her.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” She said, grabbing Wanda’s wrist.

“Why do you care Nat, I think Darcy is waiting for you to go back and dry hump her ass some more.” Wanda spat back.

Carol let go of Wanda’s hand walking away, not wanting to be involved with whatever lover’s quarrel they had going on.

“I can’t believe you are such a slut showing your body off to whoever will fuck you. Such a dirty whore!” Natasha growled out, picking Wanda up and throwing her over her shoulder, taking her to her room.

Wanda felt herself becoming humiliated and ashamed, but mostly horny. Her thighs collecting the wetness secreting from her pussy.

“I thought you were a good girl Wanda, but since you want to act like a bad girl i’m going to treat you like one.” Natasha said as she opened the door to her room and threw Wanda face first on the bed.

“Nat- please i’m sorry I just wanted your attention.” Wanda pleaded, as she knew what was coming next.

“Well you got all my attention now, slut.” Natasha said as she sat down on the bed, lifting Wanda’s ass over her lap and pulling up her dress, scoffing at the lack of panties.

“You know what to do.” She said as she reigned down a harsh swat to her ass, feeling her cock harden as she watched the recoil of her ass jiggle in her face.

“ Uggh-  one ah!” Wanda moaned out as the sickly sweet feeling littered her ass cheeks.

The pattern continued until they got to 25, Wanda’s ass sore and throbbing from the spanking. Natasha’s hand groped her ass trailing down to her pussy, being met with her soaking wet heat.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe your fucking pussy is wet from me spanking you. Such a whore even when I am punishing you.” She spat out before sticking a singular finger into her cunt.

Natasha pulled the dress off all the way, before unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her shirt. After they were both completely nude, Natasha stood in front of Wanda with her 8 inches standing proud in front of her face.

“Go on and fix the problem you caused.” Natasha said, slapping Wanda’s face with her length.  

“yes natty,” Wanda replied as she reached out and gripped her length with her hand, rubbing the pre cum from the tip up and down with her thumb, before taking it into her mouth. She licked the veins, before sucking it in deeply.

Natasha gripped her hair, holding her steady while she discovered a rhythm, thrusting harshly into her mouth. Wanda was gagging as Natasha hit the back of her throat repeatedly.

She felt her cock twitch and her balls swell, knowing she was close. After a few more reckless thrusts Natasha released into her mouth, gushes of hot sperm coating the back of the younger girl’s throat.

“Ahh, look at you such a cock slut, practically begging for me to fuck your mouth.” She said as she pulled out, admiring the trail of cum and spit connecting her dick to the girl’s mouth.

She pushed her down onto the bed face first once again, before following suit behind her. She put her hands around her waist and lifted her up so she was on her hands and knees.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you slut, hopefully it will help put you back in your place.” Natasha said as she rubbed her tip through the girl’s dripping folds.

“Yes please natty, I need you so bad.” Wanda pleaded while pushing back onto Natasha’s cock. Natasha gripped the girl roughly and penetrated her from behind.

She snapped her hips quickly, while she established a rhythm. Her cock felt suffocated by the tight, wet, heat that was Wanda’s pussy. Wanda matched her thrusts while she pushed back and clenched Nat’s dick.

“Oh god detka, I have never had a pussy that was better than yours, you suck me in and i never want to leave. I don’t know how I am able to last this long inside you.” Natasha praised the girl in front of her.

“Natasha, I heard what you said when you were fucking Maria, I know what you are saying to me isn’t true.” Wanda panted out with a whine while Natasha kept up her movements.

Natasha hadn’t known that Wanda knew about her sexual endeavor with Maria, confused as to why she was upset considering her “many sexual escapades with the Avengers crew.”

“Oh malysh, is that why you were acting out? You were jealous of me fucking Maria. Don’t worry about her, she was good, but nobody can get me as hard as you do. Why do you even care when you’re obviously having sex with multiple members of our crew.” She said, still thrusting into her perfectly.

Wanda was confused. Why did she think that the girl was having sex with the other Avengers?

“What do you- ahh mean uhh- Nat.” Wanda asked mid moan. “ You are the only person I have had sex with since I left Sokovia and even then I only did it to get money for my family. This means something to me, you mean something to me. I was upset, because I didn’t like that you were fucking other women. I want us to be exclusive and I thought you did too.”

Wanda poured out her heart to the other women while she was trying to soothe her still raging erection.

“I want us to be exclusive too, Wans. I was jealous because the other day you talked about sex with the other Avengers, so i thought you did it with all of them and I wanted to get back at you by fucking Maria, and grinding with Darcy.” Natasha said while calming her thrusts turning more gentle.

“Ohh” Wanda said thinking back to her comment about how Nat had the best dick, “I only said that, because I was trying to be sexy, I'm still new to all this dirty talk so I thought it was a compliment. I’m sorry I never meant to hurt your feelings.” the brunette said as she turned her head to look at Natasha.

“Oh, well in that case, your mine.” Natasha growled with gritted teeth, increasing her pace to what only could be described as animalistic.

“Oh wow Natty, yes please you take me so fucking well.” Wanda moaned out.

“I better be the only person on the team, better yet the whole country that gets to fuck your perfect little pussy, because I own you now.” Natasha said, leaning to whisper in her ear and kiss her cheek.

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[mosneakers]

As planned, Coraleye and Tycho spend their last night of their trip riding horseback, with Oddball and Peachy Dream guiding them through the rolling hills of Chestnut Ridge.

Though undeniably romantic, the air is thick with an undercurrent of melancholia. Not only is tonight is their last night this quaint little town they've lovingly called home during their stay, but Tycho also struggles with the weight of the guilt and secrets he reluctantly harbors from her. All he can hope for now, is that she doesn't pick up on this tension.

The sun begins to set, and a few fireworks can be heard blasting off in the distance marking the celebrations of the night. Oddball appears a little skittish, but he looks to Peachy Dream to set his nerves at ease. Coraleye: Remember last 4th of Summer? We've come a long way since then, haven't we darling?

Tycho: Ugh, how can I forget? I'm ashamed of how consumed with jealousy I was back then. But jealousy aside, it was a beautiful night. I remember wanting you so badly. Coraleye: [Slight smile] Well, now you have me. Tycho: [Affectionate sigh] Now I have you.

Coraleye possibly interprets his sigh in the wrong way, but takes his inflection in jest as a small mischievous grin forms over her lips.

Coraleye: [sarcastically] Wow, don't sound TOO terribly excited about it... [Canters off with Peachy Dream to find another spot]

Tycho: Wait! Slow down! Tycho guides Oddball to follow, but he's already doing so without direction, trailing Peachy Dream's every move.

Tycho: Really! I am excited. Beyond excited... I'm... bewildered! Coraleye: [Laughs] Bewildered!

Tycho: Yes, absolutely. I question how I got so lucky every day, Cor. And honestly... [Takes a deep breath] it makes me a little sad, because I can say with almost perfect certainty that I won't be so lucky to celebrate next year with you.

Coraleye: [Confused chuckle] What? That's silly, why would you say something like that? Are you planning on breaking up with me or something? Tycho: What? No, never! I just... I guess you and I have a unique relationship, that doesn't seem logically sustainable, and everyday I feel like I'm waiting to lose you. And yes, it's my fault, but still.

Coraleye doesn't respond. Tycho panics for a split second but then realizes she must be under the assumption he's referring to her unique requirements for marriage, and how he doesn't qualify.

Finally she looks at him and flashes a smile. Her hair billows in the wind and the fireworks erupt behind her, like a perfect dazzling backdrop for a potential final goodbye.

Coraleye: Stop thinking about the future. Maybe you're right. Maybe something horrible will happen between us and our worlds will come crashing down around us. That's kinda how these things go, anyway. But if there's nothing that can be done about it, and we're sure about that- let's just enjoy each other like we'll go on forever. Because I know our love will anyway.

Tycho is quiet for a moment. He feels his stomach flip, but then nods in agreement. Tycho: Damn, I just want to kiss you so bad right now, but we're on these horses. Coraleye: Nothing worthwhile ever comes easy, babe. [beckons Tycho with finger gesture]

While still mounted on horseback, Tycho leans in to kiss Coraleye, and nearly falls off his horse.

Coraleye: Oop! Careful, clumsy. [Laughter]

Tycho: I hope you're trying to kill me. Coraleye: You're not that lucky, my love.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #MD4 #ts4 story #The sim 4 #Coraleye Darling #ts4 gameplay #Tycho Curious #ts4 Horse Ranch #MD4season10 #Curious Family Reunion #Oddball & Peachy Dream

[lizhly-writes]

hiya.

First impression of Wu Youxuan: nothing.

This is what Chen Liwei thinks of most of his classmates. Log down the name, remember the face, pick out their impressions toward him --- hostile, neutral, favorable --- and save it for later. ‘Wu Youxuan’ settles firmly into the neutral category and then Chen Liwei forgets about his existence the rest of the time.

Until he doesn’t.

The thing is, Wu Youxuan genuinely thinks that Chen Liwei is going to kill him.

It’s a little special, considering that nobody ever thinks he’s serious when he says he’s going to beat people up. He does it, and there’s this shock of “wow, the school grass is so much more powerful/domineering than we thought”, before it all goes back to the status quo of “surely a little white face like him couldn’t really put up a fight and everyone else who tried were just weaklings and/or we just had a bad day and we’ll definitely get him next time.”

It isn’t like Chen Liwei is invincible, but he’s certainly better than their expectations of him. He surprises them every time. Even if it’s the same people he’s fighting.

Memory of a fucking goldfish.

And then there’s Wu Youxuan, who, despite the fact that Chen Liwei has barely even shared the same airspace as him, is overwhelmingly convinced that Chen Liwei will beat him down into mincemeat.

Admittedly, yeah, at one point, Chen Liwei was absolutely going to do that. But first of all: that was a misunderstanding. Second of all, Chen Liwei honestly thought that Wu Youxuan was going to forget, because that’s what happens every fucking time Chen Liwei tries to make threats. It’s just “haha, you wouldn’t really” or “do you really think something like you could ever do anything” or “nice joke! I didn’t know you could make jokes!”

No one ever fucking takes him seriously.

Except, for some reason, Wu Youxuan.

Wu Youxuan is afraid, and Chen Liwei isn’t ashamed to say that he likes it.

Hey. He’s never claimed to be a good person. School forum gossip that he’ll soften if the right girl comes to tame him? That he might be a jerk, but deep inside, he’s got a heart of gold? Lies. He’s jerk all the way down.

Chen Liwei demands unreasonable things from Wu Youxuan, and Wu Youxuan keeps giving them to him. What, as if he thought it was perfectly normal to ask some random classmate to help him beat up other people? Like Chen Liwei is that far removed from regular social etiquette? Come on.

Is this what it’s like to be Qi Mingtao? Shit, he might understand why that guy goes on power trips so often, then. This is fun.

Chen Liwei doesn’t really expect Wu Youxuan to stay afraid. Chen Liwei isn’t so unreasonable that he’ll try to keep him that way. It’s not like he hates Wu Youxuan enough for that. So Chen Liwei keeps making threats, and he keeps not following through on them, and if it were Chen Liwei dealing with this kind of behavior, he’d figure out the pattern and then fuck off.

Except Wu Youxuan doesn’t do that.

“I’m not actually going to beat you up if you don’t listen to me,” Chen Liwei outright says.

“Fuck off,” Wu Youxuan says. He’s still swinging that baseball bat that Chen Liwei gave him, proper form and only getting more proper. Getting better, getting stronger, like Chen Liwei wanted him to, and that’s the thing: why is he still doing what Chen Liwei wants?

Even after all of this, even after Wu Youxuan’s grown a spine, he still gives into whatever unreasonable thing Chen Liwei demands of him. Isn’t that something.

“Are you just used to listening to me by now?” Chen Liwei says. “Fucking weirdo.”

Wu Youxuan glares up at him. “I,” he says, almost over-enunciating the word, “am going to beat your face in.”

It’s a threat. In general, Chen Liwei can’t even remember how many times he’s been threatened. This sort of thing happens everyday, and it usually only pisses him off.

Chen Liwei surprises himself when he ends up laughing instead.

Fucking hell, is this what it’s like being in a good mood? He hasn’t had one of those in a while.

“You,” Chen Liwei says, grin still pulling weirdly at his face, “are going to have to try harder than that.”

#my writing #chen liwei #wu youxuan

[formula-juanmanuel]

Chapter 1

pairing: female!driver oc x mick schumacher

word count: 2.7k words

warnings: explicit language, drinking, motorsport accidents, mentions of sex, mature themes, mentions of mental illness and side effects of this, mentions of prescribed medication, mentions of death

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“We are finally getting to see the first female Formula 1 driver in just over 30 years hit the grid in 2026 and we couldn’t be more excited about it! The woman in question, Lori Hoffmann, 2025 F2 Champion and the newest driver for Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team. Welcome to the podcast, Lori!”

“Thank you for having me, TC! Wow, when you say it like that it all feels very real. Far out!”

“It is an incredible achievement and anyone who has been watching you rise through the junior categories knows that you are a force to be reckoned with. You set a record within F2, winning the championship with the biggest points margin we have ever seen, a feat that not even your 2026 grid mates, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Nyck De Vries, Mick Schumacher, Oscar Piastri or Felipe Drugovich managed to achieve.”

“Yeah, this year in F2 was absolutely insane, from the very start I felt like I was absolutely on fire. I had the best team behind me as well and I cannot thank them enough for their support this year. I had a lot of criticism coming into this season that I had never really had in years before and I think it was because I was starting to look like a real championship threat. But I live for the pressure and I love to prove people wrong and that’s what I did. I was also lucky to have some amazing supporters and mentors this year and I couldn’t have done it without their love and hard work too”

“That leads me to a question I have been meaning to ask you. Daniel Ricciardo? What is the relationship between you both? We have seen him in your box a fair bit this year and from what I have heard, he is coaching you, is that correct?”

“Hahaha, I was waiting for this question. Yes, Daniel Ricciardo! Since the start of this year, Daniel has been my advisor and mentor, I guess you could say but he really just is the circus leader to my hectic racing weekends. He actually reached out to me at the end of 2024 after his World Driver’s Championship win and his retirement from Formula 1 and asked if he could be of assistance to my career. I was obviously shocked and honoured that he would even be interested in helping me. I mean, being an Australian racing driver, he was always someone I looked up to. I, of course, said yes right away and he has been helping me this year with an increase in press and media responsibilities, F1 team offers, improving my mindset and just really helping me to keep myself calm and focused during the season. That has obviously been an issue in the past for me and he has been a massive help.”

“I am glad that you mentioned that, I know you are very open about your struggles but it can be a hard topic to bridge. Do you mind explaining for the people listening who may not know the full story, why you have had to focus so heavily on staying mentally healthy this year?”

“Yeah of course! It is not something that I am ashamed of and I think it is incredibly important to talk about, especially in a sport that can be so focused on ‘manning up’. I took a break from my F3 career in 2020 following the death of my close friend Anthoine Hubert. I have always been incredibly tough but this accident rattled me and I made the decision to take 2020 off to focus on getting back into a space where I loved racing and wasn’t scared to be on track anymore. I was still around F3, F2 and F1, supporting my friends from the pits but I was traumatised having watched my friend lose their life doing what they loved. It was the worst moment of my life. I know a few people were quite critical of this decision but it was the safest for myself and my fellow grid mates and I came back and won F3 in 2021. I am doing better now, but I am still always conscious of my mental state.”

“That was a tragic accident and a reminder of the risk that all the drivers take each time they hop into the car. I am truly sorry for your loss. You mentioned your support for your friends during this year off and I think this is truly one of your best qualities as a racer. You are so fiercely competitive on track, earning yourself the nickname ‘Black Widow’, which I must say fits you so well. You are small and unassuming, unique and bright in appearance but you strike quickly and without mistake. However off track we have seen almost a complete 180 of that. You are known for your amazing friendships, pranks and protective instincts.”

“Yes hahaha! On track I am not to be messed with and like all racers it can be hard to not hold grudges away from the track but my friends mean the world to me. Growing up as an only child I always wished for a brother, I guess because all the boys at school played with and talked about cars so I wanted to have someone to talk about cars with at home who wasn’t my dad. Getting into karting and rising through the junior categories has really given me my biggest wish. I think for me my relationship with Clem, my Trident team mate of 3 years, is the closest thing I will ever have to getting a brother. He is only a year younger than me but I am incredibly protective of him and he is one of the reasons for my spot in F1, having him as a teammate meant I had constant reassurance and advice. He has been racing longer than I have, I only started karting when I was 15, so he always has tips and tricks for me. As a friend, travelling the world and racing with him means laughs, tears and memories I will never forget. I am so happy to be moving to F1 with him next year. I am also so lucky to call so many of my 2026 grid mates my closest friends. Lando, Alex, Felipe, Lance, Esteban, Charles and George have all been supporting me since my start in F3 in 2018. I am very lucky for sure.”

“Getting to have your teammate be one of your best friends must feel like a dream come true. Do you worry that being in a competitive team with George will place a strain on your relationship?”

“Not at all, I really do feel like we have the experience and maturity to separate the track from life and place it in its box. Don’t get me wrong, we are both so competitive, to the point of having run each other off the track during our yearly karting races a few times”

“Fantastic! It is good to see some healthy competition. Now Lori, before I dive into some quick this or that questions, I just wanted to ask about how you got into racing in the first place. I believe your father played a big role in this?”

“Yeah Dad was my biggest supporter in motorsport for sure. I grew up around cars with him working as the consignment manager for Dutton Garage, which is a car dealership in Melbourne which specialises in rare, luxury and classic cars and as such I spent a lot of time there when I was growing up. I am sure I have some pictures of me sitting in a Jaguar E-Type or a ‘69 Miura at the age of 5, biggest smile on my face. I used to sit in the foyer area and read books about all the cars which in turn got me reading about and watching Formula 1. From there Dad eventually, when he realised this wasn’t just another childhood phase, got me a kart and the rest is history. I was an apprentice mechanic from 16 as well, working in the garage there until I left to race in Europe in 2018 and that has helped me fall even more in love with cars and racing.”

“Very impressive! So you know your way around a car? What would be your favourite car of all time if you had to pick?”

“Absolutely I do! I have three project cars sitting in my warehouse back in Australia so I know a manifold from a cylinder head, for sure. Favourite car is an easy pick actually! A 1979 Chevrolet Corvette. It was the first car I ever drove, I was 13 and one of the regular customers at Dutton came in to collect it and when he saw me looking over it in awe, he let me drive it down the garage to the front for him. It was only about 20m in a straight line but I was terrified that I would break it. I was hooked though after that and this customer actually helped to sponsor me in F3. That is also the reason I am racing with number 79 next year too. Same year as that beautiful car which holds so many memories for me.”

“It is so nice to hear how passionate you are, not just about racing but about cars and the history and science behind them! Alright, are you ready for some quick fire questions?”

“Absolutely! Fire away”

“Alright! Weights or cardio?”

“Without fail it would have to be weights, although I do love a good run”

“Understeer or oversteer?”

“Oversteer, you know what Jeremy Clarkson said, at least you won’t have to see the object you are crashing into with oversteer! Hahaha”

“Hahaha, oh gosh! Wet race or dry race?”

“Wet race, growing up in rainy Melbourne, I got a lot of experience”

“Night race or day race?”

“Day race actually”

“Be a scientist or an artist?”

“Scientist, I love science”

“Ok, last question, Senna or Schumacher?”

“Oh god, ok ummmm, how do you even pick? They are both incredible drivers. I am half German so I was raised on Schumacher and Vettel. So, Schumacher, lock it in”

“Fantastic Lori! Well it was an absolute pleasure chatting to you today and I cannot wait to see the rookie year you have in 2026. All the best and we will talk soon”

“Thank you so much! I will see you around I am sure”

Stepping into my new home in Brackley, I set my keys down onto the kitchen counter and dropped my duffel bag to the floor. A huge smile crossing my face as I walked into the living room and looked out the bay window framing the flower filled garden beyond. I knew I wasn’t going to be here much, the farmhouse only being my home during factory trips and simulator tests, but none the less, I was already in love. It was every bit as cosy and warm as I could have hoped, a sheer contrast to the sterility and coldness of the hotels I would be staying in across the 2026 season. 

As I sat down on the bay window seat I allowed myself to finally take in the last few weeks, a breathy laugh leaving me as a few tears of happiness slipped down my face.

“Lori, I know I am meant to be professional and talk about this contract with you… but holy fuck!” was all I heard down the line as I answered my phone much to the annoyance of my trainer, Evan.

“Avery slow down! What is happening? I am mid training session and you have already lost me” I mumbled through the phone to my manager and best friend of 4 years.

Avery and I had met at the end of 2021 after my F3 championship, both of us on holiday in Athens. I recognised the Australian accent while exploring the Acropolis and realised she was by herself on this trip, as was I. I went over and introduced myself and the rest was history. Her degree in communications and her understanding of my wants and needs from years of friendship made her the perfect manager for me as I came into my 2024 F2 season.

“I just got off the phone with a team about 2026!” she said loudly, although this time it was thankfully not a scream.

“Avi, I don’t understand, we have had heaps of team offers.” It was true, not to sound too cocky but I had already been contacted by Williams, Alfa Romeo and McLaren. None of Avery’s phone calls to me about the offers had been like this though.

“You absolute dumbass! Take the hint! This was THE CALL” she said dramatically and within half a second, it clicked. I put my hand back to check the workout bench was still behind me and lowered myself slowly to sit down in shock.

“No… please don’t joke with me. I know I have pranked you so many times this year and I am sorry for that but this is so cruel” She had to be joking.

“God, I would never do that to you Lori. But you need to pack as you are needed in Brackley in 3 days.” I could tell she was smirking, knowing that mentioning that little town in the United Kingdom would confirm what I was trying so hard not to believe.

“Holy fucking shit” was all I could get out as my hand smacked over my mouth. Evan had been trying not to eavesdrop but at my words his head whipped around from where he was stretching on the floor, trying to decide if I had just gotten good or bad news.

“Mercedes, they want me?” Evan’s eyes were wide in shock now, huge grin from ear to ear.

“Hell yes they do. I am booking us tickets now and will send you all the information after this call but I will see you tonight for dinner anyway and we can go over it all then”

“Ok amazing, wow! Ok sounds good, let me know. I will get back to my training, guess I may need it even more now”

“Yes, good girl and say hi to Evan for me” she said giggling like a school girl down the line for me. I rolled my eyes.

“Hey Evan! Avery says hi” I yelled out to him while still on the line. I could see him blush and say a small hi. These two had been after each other for months with no confidence to commit.

“OMG! NO! SHUT UP! FAR OUT! OK BYE LOSER” and with that she hung up.

“Guess we better get you training to deal with all that porpoising” was all Evan said as he came over and gave me a massive hug and slap on the back.

“Oh fuck off you!” I was smiling so much it hurt though.

All of that had lead me to a few hours before, sitting in the Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula 1 headquarters across from Toto Wolff, putting my signature on a billion pieces of paper, joking away with my new team principal.

I had put my phone on silent, Mercedes had made a few posts for the official announcement and now my phone could barely keep up with the tweets, instagram messages and tags and texts from family and friends who didn’t already know.

My head was swirling but all I knew was that I had 4 weeks until I was in Bahrain for testing and a million things to organise before then. While I hadn’t let it cross my mind until now, it was also 4 weeks until I had to deal with a massive pain in my ass again and I was not looking forward to being forced to be civil with him. I knew for a fact that he would be out to make my rookie season a living hell. Too bad for him he would be doing that from a Williams.

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The Things You Give Part 31

This has gone on wayyyy longer than I thought it would lol but here is the next part! Enjoy!

“Man, I am so psyched for this car show,” Hyde said as he, Y/n, Kitty and Red sat at the breakfast table. “I’m telling you, once I trick out the El Camino, it’s going to be—” he bent over, covering Kitty’s ears. “Bad-freakin’-ass.”

Kitty rolled her eyes at her son-in-law at his poor attempt to prevent her from hearing him.

“You know ‘tricking out’ sounds a lot like accessorizing,” Y/n said, shoving some fruit in her mouth.

“Hey, don’t ever call it that, alright?” Hyde responded and sat down next to his wife. “But, yeah, that’s basically what it is.”

“Oh, Y/n, I’m begging you to stop,” Red said. “There’s gonna be hundreds of auto parts salesman there kissing my ass because of the muffler shop and I don’t need you embarrassing me with that talk.”

“What—are you ashamed of me?” she asked with a mouthful of food, smirking.

“Am I ashamed of my eighteen year old pregnant daughter who still lives at home? No, not at all.”

Her smiled dropped as she gave her father a deadpanned look. “You’re going to miss me when we’re gone.”

“No, no. Don’t say that. You’re never leaving me,” Kitty said.

“Alright, I’m getting in the car.” Red stood from his seat and shrugged on his coat and pointed a finger at everyone. “If you’re not there in five minutes, I’m leaving without you.” Without waiting for a response, he turned sharply and walked out the kitchen.

“Ah, the honeymoon speech again,” Kitty giggled and started to walk out when she stopped in her tracks. “Whoops, almost forgot my book. You know, this new Jackie Collins romance book gives me the tingles.”

“Mrs. Forman, please. I don’t need to hear about your tingles,” Steven said, scrunching his face.

“You live in my house, you hear about my tingles,” Kitty quipped and turned to Y/n who was struggling to put on her shoes.

“Oh, honey, you might want to bring a book. Once we get there, the guys are going to ignore us.”

Y/n grunted as she sat there, trying to put on her tennis shoes. “I…guess…I can bring…the baby…SON OF A BITCH!” She stomped her foot, irritated and frustrated. “Steven, help me!” she whined.

“Alright, don’t get all squeaky on me,” he said and knelt down to slip on her shoes.

“Hey, this is partially your fault,” she said. “And can you grab me my pregnancy book off the counter?”

He chuckled and reached over to hand it to her. “You’re really going to sit there and read this?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. You know I don’t care much for cars.”

“You like the El Camino,” Hyde said, frowning.

“Yeah, because it’s your car. Otherwise, I don’t care.”

“Wow,” Hyde said and took a step back. “You know how to hurt a man’s feelings.”

Y/n chuckled. “You’re so dramatic. Now help me up.”

                                             Meanwhile…

“Hey, guys, check out my baby!” Kelso announced as he burst through the door with Brooke following in tow with Betsy in her stroller. “Oh, and you remember Brooke.”

“How could we forget?” Donna chuckled.

“Isn’t she adorable?” he cooed and scooped her up in his arms while she babbled.

“Yeah,” Markus said, eyeing Brooke. “I can see why you knocked her up.”

Jackie eyed her boyfriend. “Excuse me?”

“N-nothing, babe,” Markus said, stuttering. “You’re still the most beautiful girl in this room.”

“Damn straight,” she said and looked at Brooke. “You may be hot, but I’m hotter.”

“Okay…” Brooke replied awkwardly. “Anyway, thank you so much, Michael, for watching her for me. Everyone was busy.” Her gaze travelled down to her daughter as she leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he replied, a look of love and adoration adorned his face. “I’m pretty nervous. I tried on three outfits.”

“No, don’t worry. All little girls love their daddies,” she responded and kissed Betsy’s face again, then checked her watch. “Oh, I’m late. Mommy loves you so much.” She looked back up to Kelso with a smile. “Bye, Michael.” She gave him a smile and walked out the door.

“Okay, Donna, I’ve just spent the last ten minutes powdering myself,” Eric called from the stairs as he bounded down. “Time to spill ‘em and feel ‘em—oh, my God, why are you all here?”

“I’m here to show you my baby,” Kelso said, showing her off like a trophy.

“Great, now get out,” Eric replied. “Me and Donna and have plans and it doesn’t include any of you. So…bye.”

 “Yeah, like what, Eric?” Jackie asked, clicking her tongue while smirking.

“You know…we just…as a couple…shut up, Jackie!” Eric stuttered. “You see, the point is…get out. All of you.”

“Wait, wait, I was hoping we could stay here,” Kelso piped up.

Eric groaned. “Why? Why can’t you do it at your place?”

“Because my brothers are home and like to throw darts.”

Eric crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, so?”

“At each other.”

“Okay,” Eric sighed. “Donna, I’m going to go up stairs and change into something sexy. If you’re not there in sixty seconds, I’m going to start without you. And we both know how awkward that can be if you walk into that.”

Jackie shivered. “I remember that day.”

“Wait, what?!” Markus asked, surprised.

She waved her hand. “It’s not what it sounds like.”

He scoffed. “Oh, really?”

“No, it’s really not what it sounds like,” Donna responded.

“Hey, what’s this?” Fez asked, pulling out a bottle from Betsy’s bag.

“That’s breast milk, don’t touch that,” Kelso responded and ripped the bottle from Fez’s hand.

“From an actual boob?” Fez asked in complete awe. “What don’t they do?”

“Kelso, she’s so adorable,” Jackie cooed.

“Why is she making that face?” Donna asked, but suddenly the smell hit them all at once.

“IT’S POO!” they all screamed, scrambling away from their spots.

Kelso ran into Hyde’s old room screaming before running back out. “The smell’s in there too! It’s everywhere!”

“Kelso, man, I think you need to change her diaper,” Markus said, covering his nose.

“W-what? I don’t want to do that! That’s gross!”

“Michael, she’s your kid!” Jackie yelled, hiding her nose in Markus’s shirt.

“No, no I can’t. I’m going to barf if I do. Donna, here, you do it.”

“What?! Why me?!”

“Because you’re better with this stuff than I am!”

“No, it’s because I’m a woman, isn’t it?”

“…Maybe—I mean no—I mean…please help me!”

Donna grunted and rolled her eyes. “Men are so helpless!”

                                                   Meanwhile…

“Yeah, man, look at this place,” Hyde said, gazing around and looking at the different cars. “Chrome, tires, half dressed women…it’s like staying at Grandma’s house.”

“Awe, you poor broken boy,” Y/n mocked, patting her hand against his cheek.

“Funny,” he deadpanned.

“Alright, Salesmen, pucker up!” Red announced. “Red Forman’s ass is in the building!” With that, he walked away in the opposite direction.

“Well, I lost mine,” Kitty said, nudging Y/n’s arm. “I give yours thirty seconds.”

“Alright, Y/n, let’s start off by looking at tires and then after lunch you can help me pick out an obnoxiously loud stereo,” Hyde said, smirking.

“Wait, you’re going to spend the day with Y/n?” Kitty asked, baffled.

“Yeah, man, she’s my wife,” he answered as if it was obvious and turned back to his wife. “Alright, I’m going to go get us a funnel cake. But listen, this is a rough crowd, all right? So, if any guys come up to you and offer to teach you how to drive a stick, just say no and pull the fire alarm.”

Y/n smirked at him. “Yeah, because they’re going to hit on a heavily pregnant girl.”

“You never know, baby,” he said and kissed her cheek before walking off.

“See, Mom, I knew he wouldn’t ditch me,” she said, beaming.

“Y/n, he’s a man,” Kitty replied, shaking her head. “Accept the fact that he’s never coming back. When I went into labor with you and Eric, I sent your father to get me some ice chips. I didn’t see him for an hour and a half because he had found a pinball machine.”

“No way,” Y/n chuckled.

“But it’s fine,” Kitty said through a tight-lipped smile. “Ha! I laugh about it now…I do…I will…it’s just not that funny.”

                                                           

“Hey, where’s Kelso?” Eric asked as he bounded the steps into the basement.

“He left to go grab her teddy bear,” Donna replied while holding Betsy in her arms.

“And he couldn’t take her with him?”

“No, because he, quote-on-quote, ‘took out the seatbelts so that the car would drive faster.’” She rolled her eyes. “Then she tried to eat from my boobs.”

“Hey, that’s my job!” Eric teased and looked around. “Where’s everyone else?”

“They went home. Apparently, helping me with a baby wasn’t interesting enough for them.”

“Well, that’s not cool.”

“You ditched me too,” Donna pointed out. “You went upstairs so that we could have sex and never came back down.”

“Hey, I’m here, aren’t I?” he asked, making her chuckle. He looked around, taking in the silence. “You know…since everyone is gone. We can go upstairs.”

She looked at him as he wiggled his eyebrows. “Are you kidding me? Not with a baby near us! People go to jail because of this crap!”

“Ugh, no!” he shouted. “I meant, put her down to sleep and then you and I can do it.”

“I don’t know, Eric. Seems a little risky,” she said, looking down at Betsy who placed her little hand on Donna’s face.

“Or, it can be a little risqué,” Eric tried, but was met with a stoney glare from his girlfriend. “Well, come on, Donna, we haven’t done it in weeks!”

“We just did it the other night!”

“Yeah, that’s like three weeks in guys’ time.”

“Shut up, Eric.”

                                               

“Okay, one funnel, extra sugar. Just the way you like it,” Hyde announced as he handed the funnel cake to his wife who was sitting on a bench.

“Awe, thank you, sweetheart,” she cooed. “Because you came back, I’m going to feed you a piece.”

“Oh, get a room you two,” Kitty said, bitterly.

“We did and look where that got us,” Y/n responded.

Kitty huffed. “Did you see Red?”

“He’s not back yet?” Steven asked, looking around, confused. “That’s weird, he was in front of me at the funnel cake line.”

Kitty turned around to see a sight that automatically made her blood boil. “What the...?!”

Right behind her was Red holding the funnel cake with two young, beautiful half-naked women on each side, standing in front of a camera.

“Say, funnel cake!” Red beamed.

“Funnel cake!” the girls said in unison.

“Oh, my God!” Kitty exclaimed. “Are you kidding me?!”

“And fun’s over,” Red grumbled.

“Well, I hope you’re happy, Red Forman because we are leaving! You two!” she screeched, pointing at the young, married couple. “Get your a-ss-e-s back to the car!”

They didn’t have to be told twice as they jumped up and made haste towards the car.

“And you two!” Kitty hollered at the women. “Get your b-double o-b’s off my husband!”

                                                Meanwhile…

“Okay, I think she’s asleep,” Donna said, gently placing Betsy into her cradle.

They had moved their conversation into Eric’s bedroom, bringing Betsy’s bed along with them.

“Well, in that case,” Eric said, standing from his bed and started to undress himself.

“Eric, I told you we’re not doing that here,” Donna said sternly.

“What? Come on, Donna!” he whined. “You brought the tiger out of its cage and once it’s out, you can’t put it back.”

She sighed and looked back at the baby before shrugging and getting into bed. As she cuddled up to him, he threw on the covers over them. They soon found themselves melting into each other and into the mattress.

Just when Eric was about to unbutton his pants, Betsy started fussing.

“Oh, crap, the baby’s awake,” Donna said and pulled away.

“Donna—no, no, no, no, no,” Eric begged. “Hey, Betsy, go ahead and close your eyes, sweetie ‘cause Aunt Donna and Uncle Eric are going to do it.”

“Eric, you are seriously disturbed. We have to take care of her.”

“No, no. Come on she’s fine!” he continued. “The tiger really wants to escape his cage.”

She made a face at him. “How is a crying baby not turning you off?” She held Betsy in her arms, rocking her.

“Two words, Donna. Eight…teen,” he deadpanned. “Nothing turns me off.”

“Ew.”

                                           A Little While Later…

The kitchen door swung open as Donna and Eric walked through carrying Betsy. Fez sat at the kitchen table staring at a bottle of breast milk.

“Fez?” Donna asked cautiously.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you staring at that bottle?”

“Because it came from a breast,” he whispered in awe. “Simply remarkable.”

“Okay, you’re clearly a demented pervert, so let me ask you this,” Donna said as she placed Betsy in her stroller. “Would you be able to have sex with a baby in the room?”

“No way,” he replied, knitting his eyebrows together. “I can barley do it with a woman in the room.”

“Congratulations, Eric. You’re more sexually despicable than Fez,” Donna cracked.

“Okay, Donna, here’s the thing,” Eric began, thinking his defense would come to his rescue, when in fact it wasn’t. “I’m a man, so my on/off switch is always on. Now, you can either deal with that or—switch to girls.”

“Pig,” Donna laughed.

The sliding door slid open as Bob walked in. His eyes widened when he saw the baby. “Donna, if that’s your baby I’m going to snap Eric in half.”

Eric spread his hands, palms up, confused and feeling attacked.

“Dad, don’t you think you would’ve noticed if I was pregnant?” Donna asked.

“Not really. I’m not really a hands-on kind of a dad,” Bob responded.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Donna grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Anyhoo, I brought the hammock inside because it’s too cold outside and need someone to push me,” Bob continued.

“I can do it for you,” Fez volunteered and stood up.

“Great, thanks!”

At that moment, Kelso rushed in from the side door. “Okay! I got her teddy bear! And it wasn’t easy dodging my brothers,” he said excitedly “I got a dart in the calf.” He turned and picked up Betsy from her stroller. He held her in the crook of his arm. “Hey, baby, look.” He danced the bear in front of the baby’s face. “It’s your teddy bear and your handsome daddy.”

Betsy continued to cry and Kelso started to feel his optimism faded. His smile faded and he frowned. “Why won’t she stop crying? Is it me? Maybe it is. What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Kelso, don’t take it personally,” Donna said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “When I first met you, I didn’t like you either.” He looked at her confused on how that was supposed to comfort him. “But, to be fair you were peeing on my swing set.”

His frown turned into a smile once again. “Yeah, that was funny.”

At that moment, the sliding door opened again. Everyone turned to see a relieved looking Leo.

“Man, am I glad to see you guys,” he said. “All these houses look alike. Except for that red one on the corner where the clown lives.”

“Leo, that’s a McDonald’s,” Donna reminded him.

“Well, whatever he is, he’s funny,” Leo chuckled and noticed the little bundle in Kelso’s arms. “Hey, what’s with the baby, man?”

“I don’t know, I can’t get her to quit crying,” Kelso responded on the brink of tears.

“Here, man, let me try.” Leo reached out and cradled the baby gently in his arms. The baby continued to fuss until eventually she calmed down to her own coos.

“How did you do that?” Kelso asked shocked.

“Babies love me, man,” he responded. “It’s ‘cause I’m fuzzy.” He jerked his ahead towards the living room and turned around. “I’ll go give her a bottle.”

After Leo walked out, Kelso turned to Donna with slumped shoulders. “That confirms it. My own baby hates me.”

“That’s not true,” Fez said, putting a comforting hand on his back. “The only reason she stopped crying is because Leo has the shakes.”

“No, it’s me,” Kelso responded, shaking his head. “She barley knows me and a girl needs her father, you know, for guidance. What if she starts dating guys like Fez?!” He pointed to Fez with bewilderment as Fez stood there calmly.

“Well, if she looks anything like you than she’ll be way out of my league,” Fez said coyly.

“Kelso, if you really feel that way then maybe you should start to get to know her now,” Donna said. “You should go hold her.”

“You’re right,” he nodded and turned. “Leo?”

When they entered the living room, they were greeted with an empty room.

“Leo?!” Kelso called out, running to the dining room and den. He ran back out to the middle of the living room. “Oh, my God, they’re gone!”

                                            

Outside of the car show, Red, Y/n and Hyde stood in front of the Vista Cruiser waiting for Kitty to come out.

“Alright, when Kitty gets here, she’s going to be pretty mad,” Red said, almost dancing on his feet. “So…I suggest we leave her here.”

“She can’t get any madder,” Y/n said. “Although, this is definitely makes the top ten of times I’ve seen her incredibly angry.”

“You’re keeping tally?” Hyde asked her.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Footsteps behind them made them all turn around.

“Kitty!” Red called out nervously. “My darling wife.”

“Can it, Red,” she snapped. “I need to talk to you in the car.” She shoved her husband in the direction of the car and he begrudgingly got inside.

“This should be interesting,” Y/n muttered as she listened.

“How could you Red Forman?!” Kitty yelled. “Steven stayed with Y/n, but you went off and gave my funnel cake to those whores!”

“I was just trying to have a little fun,” Red defended.

“Yeah? Well, you can take your fun and shove it up your—!”

A nearby car alarm started going off, catching Y/n’s and Steven’s attention. After a moment, Kitty stepped out the car feeling and looking calmer. “Alright, kids, you ready to go?”

                                                    ∞∞∞

As they pulled into the driveway, Eric and Donna shoved open the sliding door and ran towards them.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s the big rush?” Red asked.

“Uh, nothing. Nothing at all!” Eric squeaked.

“If it’s nothing than why are you sweating?” Y/n asked, closing the door behind her.

“Because we’re playing hide-and-seek with—with Betsy and Kelso and those two little rascals know how to hide!”

“You’re acting weirder than usual, what’s going on?” Y/n asked.

“He always acts weird, what’re you talking about?” Hyde stated.

Eric grabbed her by the elbow and dragged out of earshot of Kitty and Red. “Kelso lost Betsy.”

“He WHAT?!”

“What?” Kitty and Red asked.

“Nothing, nothing!” Eric said and grabbed Y/n by the arm and rushed her inside.

“What do you mean he lost Betsy?!” Y/n whisper shouted.

“I mean, he let Leo hold her and then he walked out and we can’t find either of them,” he tried to explain calmly.

“How could you let this happen?!”

“Me? Why do I have to be in charge of Kelso’s kid? I didn’t sleep with him!”

Y/n made a face at him as Hyde slid next to her. “What’s going on?”

“Dink 1 and Dink 2 lost Betsy and Leo and now can’t find either of them,” Y/n explained.

Hyde looked at Eric for a beat before he burst into a fit of laughter. “Man, that’s gold.”

“No, no it’s not!” Eric squeaked again.

“You let the world’s stoned man walk off with a human that’s not even six months?!” Y/n screeched out.

“Y/n, please, you need to help us,” he pleaded.

“Why me?”

“Because you and Donna are the only ones who aren’t dumb,” he continued. “Please?”

She looked to Hyde who shrugged and sighed. “Fine. Where was the last time you saw him?”

“Here, in the kitchen and then he walked out to the living room and that’s when we lost him. I mean, we looked everywhere around the house and he’s nowhere. We even looked in the closet and under the beds.”

“Why would he—you know what, never mind,” Y/n cut herself off, waving her hand. “Let’s go. He couldn’t have gone far.” She turned to walk back out the door.

“Where are you going?” Hyde asked.

“The Pinciotti’s,” she responded, exhausted already.

“I’ll go with you,” he responded.

“I’ll go drive down the street and see if I can find him,” Eric said.

“Okay…oh, and Eric,” Y/n stopped him. “Make sure to whistle when you call for him. It’ll get his attention faster.”

“He’s not a dog, Y/n.”

“No, I’ve seen him do that once,” Hyde responded. “It was weird. ”

The twins stared at him as he recalled the memory. Then, in unison and wordlessly walked in opposite directions.

When Y/n and Hyde walked through the Pinciotti's kitchen door, they found it empty.

“Leo?” Y/n called. She was met with silence. “Leo?”

They walked through the kitchen and entered the living room.  In the corner, Leo was laying fast asleep in the hammock Bob had set up earlier in the day. Laying in the crook of his arm was Betsy, cooing to herself.

“Oh, hi, Sweetheart,” Y/n chuckled and picked her up in her arms. “What’re you doing here, huh?”

Hyde watched Y/n closely as she held the baby close to her chest, smiling with such an adoring look on her face. He swore he’d never seen her so gentle. He found his heart beginning to swell in his chest.

“I’m so glad we found you,” she continued. “Daddy is so worried about you. What do you say we go find him, mhm?”

Hyde looked down at her with a smirk. “I like it when you say ‘daddy.’”

She gave him a disgusted look. “Really? Are you still going to like it when our children call you ‘daddy?’”

His smile dropped instantly. “Yeah, that’s weird.”

“Well, now I kinda like it…Daddy,” she said in a low, sultry voice.

He furrowed his brows at her. “Stop it.”

“But why, Daddy?”

“Seriously, stop.”

“Is Daddy going to punish me? Is Daddy going to spank me?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line. “Way to make it weird.”

She chuckled and turned her attention to a snoring Leo. “Should we wake him up?”

Steven nodded and turned to the sleeping man, shaking his shoulder. “Leo, man, wake up.”

Leo snorted awake, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. “Oh, hey, man. What’s up?”

“You walked out with Betsy without telling anyone and now they’re freaking out,” he responded.

Leo stared at him for a minute. “Hey, man! When did you have a baby?”

                                             ∞∞∞

“Oh, hey, Brooke,” Kelso said, answering the phone in the Forman’s living room. “How’s it going?”

“I just wanted to check on you,” she responded. “How’s everything going? How’s Betsy?”

“Oh,” he started and flapped his lips together by pushing air through, he nervously stumbled for words. “She’s—she’s fine. Having a great time.”

“Oh, good! Can I talk to her?”

Kelso looked to Donna, Fez, and Eric in a panic.

“Tell her she’s sleeping,” Donna whispered.

He snapped his fingers at her, motioning she’s a genius. “She’s sleeping! Sorry.”

“That’s weird, she took a nap before I dropped her off.”

“Well, uh, we played hide-n-seek and got really tired.”

“You’re acting weird, what’s going on?”

“I’m not acting weird,” he stuttered. “Can’t a father just enjoy spending time with his daughter. Like, damn Brooke. What’s with the third degree?”

“Michael.”

“Okay, well the thing is—”

At that moment, Y/n and Steven walked through the kitchen door with Y/n cradling Betsy.

“Oh-oh! There she is! You found her!” Kelso asked excitedly.

“What?! What do you mean ‘where was she?’” Brooke asked, freaking out.

“N-nothing! I said I love her.”

“That is not what you said,” she said.

“You know what? I’m hanging up now. You never listen to me!” he faked dramatically and hung up the phone before she could answer. “Oh, my God, Betsy!”

He grabbed her from Y/n’s grasp and brought her close to his chest. “I was so worried about you. I’m so sorry I lost you. Daddy loves you so much.”

As he rocked Betsy back and forth and his adrenaline started to slow down, he looked up to everyone else who was staring at him. “Guys, I’m a terrible father. How could I lose her like that?”

“You’re not a terrible father,” Y/n comforted. “You’d be a terrible father if you didn’t bother to look for her. Seeing how scared you were says otherwise.”

“But I shouldn’t have lost her. Something could’ve happened to her.”

“Hey, it could be worse,” Hyde said. “You could’ve left her at the Piggly-Wiggly for six hours like my mom did to me. She didn’t even realize I was gone.”

“Yeah, see? You’re not bad like Hyde’s mom,” Donna joined in.

“Yeah, I guess,” Kelso said solemnly. “Brooke is never going to trust me to watch her again.”

“Yes, she is,” Donna said, placing a hand on his back. “You’re just still adjusting to fatherhood, that’s all.”

“Yeah,” he responded and looked down to Betsy who was smiling at him. “Hey, look, she’s smiling at me!” A smile broke out on his face. “Hi, I’m your daddy.” He looked back up. “She does like me!”

“See, I told you she did,” Donna responded and glanced up at Hyde who was watching Kelso intently. “Hey, Hyde. Why don’t you hold the baby?”

“Uh—no,” he responded. “I’m good. I don’t want my Zepplin shirt ruined if she barfs.”

“C’mon, it’ll be good practice for when ours are born,” Y/n chimed in. “You’re going to have get used to it anyway.”

“No, really, I’m okay,” he said, taking a step back.

“What are you so afraid of?” she asked. “You told me you used to take care of kids when you lived with your mom.”

“C’mon, man, she’s not going to bite,” Kelso encouraged, rocking Betsy.

“I-I’d rather not.”

“Steven, what is the big deal?” Y/n asked him.

He met everyone’s eyes in the room who were now staring at him. “I just don’t want to, okay?! God!” He stormed off and disappeared into the kitchen.

A flash of hurt crossed Kelso’s face. “Is there something wrong with my baby?”

“No, not at all,” Y/n said, her blood beginning to boil. “Steven is just an ass. I’m going to talk to him.”

She followed in the direction he darted off to and saw him opening a can of soda. “What the hell was that about? You know you just hurt Kelso’s feelings.”

He cracked open the can and took a hearty sip. “He’ll be fine. I’ve done worse things.”

“None of those included his child. What’s wrong with you? Why are you being such an ass?”

“Because I don’t like to be forced to try to hold someone’s kid by everyone around me!” he shouted in frustration.

“What’re you going to do when our kids are born? Are you going to refuse to hold them and leave me to do all the rearing?”

“Of course not! How could you think that?”

“How could I not? Look how you reacted to Betsy!”

“The difference is Betsy isn’t my kid!”

“So? What difference does it make?!”

“Everything!” he continued to shout.

She waited for him to continue but he didn’t. She spread her hands out in front of her as to say, well?

He shrugged and moved his away towards the basement. “That’s it.”

“Steven!”

He stopped in his tracks and turned back sharply. “Fine! You wanna know why? Because kids hate me. There, ya happy?”

She scrunched her face in confusion. “What? What’re you talking about?”

He sighed and set the soda down on the counter. “I told you I had to help take care of kids, but the truth is every single one of them hated me. They’d always cry and scream every time I even went near them. I don’t need a reminder of what’s to come when our kids are born.”

“Is that what this is about?” she asked, somewhat relieved. “You’re afraid that a baby is going to cry because of you holding her?”

“Well, it sounds stupid when you put it like that.”

“Steven, it’s not,” she assured and wrapped her arms around his neck—well as much as she could anyway with her stomach blocking her. “It’s perfectly normal to feel this way.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She smiled at him. “Just because those kids cried every time you held them doesn’t mean ours will.”

“Okay, but what if they cry like Kelso’s kid?”

“Betsy cries because she doesn’t see Kelso as much as she should. That’s not going to be you, okay?”

He sighed while staring at the linoleum. “What if they hate me?”

“They’re not,” she said gently and kissed his cheek. “I think you’re going to be their favorite person.”

He gave her a small smile before pecking her lips. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” she responded and pulled away. “Now, what do you say you give it a try?”

He groaned. “Did you not hear what I just said?”

“I heard you; I didn’t say I cared,” she snarked and smiled. “C’mon, she’s not going to cry.”

She pulled his through the kitchen door by the hand with him trudging behind her.

“You have a change of mind?” Donna asked.

“I was forced to,” he said begrudgingly. “Just give me the kid.”

“Oh yeah, that’ll make her feel safe,” Y/n said. “Here, watch me.”

She opened her arms for Kelso to hand off the baby. Once she placed in Y/n’s arms, Betsy snuggled into her. She turned to Hyde who was standing nervously.

“You’re psyching yourself out,” she told him. “Just relax. Babies can sense what you’re feeling, so just make sure to stay calm, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he said and reached for the baby.

As Y/n started to place Betsy in his arms, she said, “Okay, easy…just like that. Support her head…”

Once she was completely in his arms, he stood there awkwardly. He felt unnatural holding a baby and now was even more scared that he was going to drop her. The way he was holding her was like holding a pile of wood.

“Why are you holding her like that?” Y/n asked him, chuckling. She looked down to Betsy who was staring up at him with big, sweet eyes.

“I don’t know, I’ve never really held one before who didn’t try to get away from me,” he responded, looking down at the calm baby.

She giggled when he looked down at her.

“I think she likes you,” Y/n chuckled and tucked the blanket under her chin. “Here let me help you.” Holding Betsy under his arms, she guided his arm that was supporting Betsy’s head and tucked it closer to his chest so he supported her head better while his other supported the rest of her body. “Just like that.”

“See, I told you she wasn’t going to cry.”

“Yeah, I guess you were right,” he said gently and looked down at her once more.

“Hey, Hyde, that’s a good look on you,” Donna said, grinning.

“Yeah, I don’t know how Y/n is going to be able to keep her hands off you,” Fez teased.

“Well, if she could before, she wouldn’t be pregnant.”

“Shut up, Forman,” Hyde snapped.

“Shut up, Eric!” Y/n said in unison with her husband.

                                                    ∞∞∞

“Okay, we’ve got the napkins, the finger sandwiches, the fruit salad, the veggie platter, the water boiling for the tea, the pasta salad,” Kitty said, checking off her list. “Then we have the brownies, the French macaroons—where are the French macaroons?” She whipped around, frantically looking for them, not able to see them.

“French macaroons?” Y/n asked as she walked in the living room, holding the plate of them. “Don’t you think these are a little fancy?” She placed them down on the long dining table. “I mean, a tea party? I’m not five, mom.”

“It’s your baby shower!” Kitty said excitedly. “We need to go fancy. We got to keep our guests well fed while we entertain them.”

“Our ‘guests’ are us, my friends, Bob, and Brooke,” she snickered and turned towards the table to grab a macaroon. “It’s not much of a party.” She made a satisfied noise as she bit into the dessert.

“Well, it may be more than that…” Kitty said sheepishly.

Y/n stopped mid chew and looked to her mom with widened eyes. “What did you do?”

“Nothing! Nothing…but I invited the WOPPS…and the women in my book club…and some people from church, Sasha, and maybe the neighborhood.”

“Mom!”

“What?! Is it a crime that I want my baby to have the best baby shower?”

Y/n squinted her eyes at her mother. ‘That’d be a lot more convincing if you hadn’t invited the WOPPS.”

“The Women of Point Place are a bunch of sophisticated, elegant women who love you and are excited for you.”

“Oh, please. You invited them because they’re rich,” Y/n scoffed.

“There’s that too,” Kitty admitted, throwing her hands up. “They’ll bring stuff that you actually need, though. You’re going to need a lot for the babies.”

“Yeah, that’s your reason,” she laughed.

“It isn’t to show off my eighteen-year-old being pregnant, I can tell you that!”

Y/n’s mouth dropped. “Rude!”

“Hey,” Steven greeted as he walked through the kitchen and slowed down when seeing the decorated living room. “Whoa, what’s going on here?”

“Our baby shower?” Y/n questioned.

“Oh, was that today?”

“No, it’s next week,” she responded sarcastically. “Did you forget?”

“No, no,” he said, shoving his hands in his back pocket. “I just…forgot to plan something for today.”

“No, nu-uh, absolutely not,” Y/n said sternly. “You’re staying here for the shower.”

“C’mon, Y/n, do I really need to be there? This stuff is mainly for you not for me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot I got myself this way,” she quipped.

“You know this party is for you to get gifts.”

She swiftly turned away from him to face the food, grabbing another macaroon. “That too.”

“So, you’re just going to make me sit here and listen to these hens cluck the whole time?”

“Excuse me?” Y/n and Kitty said at the same time, both wearing the same insulted look.

“Whoa,” Hyde said, holding up his hands and backing away. “I meant…you guys just…Oh, I think I hear something.” He turned his ear towards the door to the phantom noise coming from the kitchen. “I think Red is calling me. Coming Red!�� And with that, he disappeared into the kitchen faster than either women could blink.

When the door shut swiftly behind him, he let out a breath. Eric, Donna, Jackie, and Fez were helping finishing prepping the food.

“What’s wrong with you?” Donna asked as she finished arranging mixing vanilla pudding.

“Having two whack job hormonal women in one room is like sitting in a minefield,” he responded, grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

“That’s no way to talk about a woman,” Fez pouted in his cute way.

“Yeah, Fez, it’s not their fault that they’ve absolutely lost their minds,” Eric chimed in. “Hormones are a bitch. Ask Red.” He chuckled as he mixed the punch together.

“Well, I mean I would be if I were fat and pregnant or old and menopausal,” Jackie piped up from the table who was putting balloons together.

“While that could’ve been said so much better and not so insulting, Jackie has a point,” Donna said, pouring the pudding into tiny cups. “Be lucky you aren’t a woman.”

“Trust me, I thank my lucky stars every day,” Hyde replied, sitting across from Jackie and took a sip of his beer. “Ever since Y/n got pregnant, she’s a completely different person. She’s moodier, meaner, hungrier…hornier.” He eyed Eric who physically gagged into the punch.

“When you will stop bringing that up?” he whined.

“When it stops being funny,” Hyde smirked before turning the conversation back. “A part of me can’t wait until these babies are born so that I can get the girl I once knew back.”

Donna let out a mix of a scoff and laugh. “Good luck. It can take weeks before they go back to normal, and even then she won’t be.”

He sighed and looked up to everyone. “Okay, I get why Donna and Jackie are here, and Forman lives here…Fez, why are you here?”

“Oh, Miss Kitty asked me to help decorate,” he beamed.

“She didn’t ask me, noooo,” Jackie said bitterly. “Even though I planned the dances and other gatherings, but she asked the foreigner and the lumberjack!”

“I’m the kids’ godmother!” Donna defended. “Besides, after Hyde’s 18th birthday party, she saw that I, too, have taste.”

“Yeah, the taste of a lumberjack.”

Donna chuckled. “Whatever, I’m still the godmother.”

“Hey, where’s the rest of the food?” Kitty asked as she barged through the door. “The guests are starting to show up!”

                                          A Little While Later…

“Wow, thank you!” Y/n said as she opened her fifteenth present. The living room was crammed with presents for the babies. Starting from two high chairs, a diaper genie, many, many clothes, spit up rags, formula, diapers, toys, car seats, and pacifiers.

She held two hand-knitted baby blankets. “These are beautiful.”

“I made my boys’ blankets before they were born and they still have them of over twenty years,” Mrs. Fitz, the neighbor down the street, said. “I would hope you get the same use out of them.”

“We really will,” she responded and handed them to her husband who sat next to her, bored. “Look—feel how soft these are!”

“Yeah…really soft,” he responded monotoned and took the blanket from her. “Can I go now?”

“No, we haven’t finished opening up all the presents,” she whispered as Kitty handed her the next gift.

“C’mon, you’ve opened up, like a hundred presents and—wow, this is soft,” he cut off, running his hand over the blanket.

“No, you’re staying here,” she responded and turned back to the party.

“This is from Sasha,” Kitty said.

“I hope you like it, mija,” Sasha said.

“Oh, I’m sure I will,” Y/n responded and opened the bag. She pulled out what looked like two bicycle horns attached by a tube that was also attached to a big machine. “Oh, how lovely! What…what is it?”

“It’s a breast pump,” Sasha responded, chuckling.

“Oh, fancy,” Kitty said, admiring the device. “This will come in handy!”

“What’s a breast pump?” Y/n asked, looking it over.

“It’s pumps out the milk from your breasts without you having to manually push it out. It helps with the pain, too,” Sasha said.

“Oh, let me see,” Fez said and grabbed the pumps. “This holds real milk from a real boob? Wow.” He pretended to put them against his chest—and then moved forward to press them against Y/n’s engorged chest.

Before he could, Hyde stepped in and ripped the device from his hands. “Would you get out of here?!”

“I just wanted to see if it fit,” Fez whined as he walked out, pouting.

“What the—?” Sasha asked, pointing at him, confused.

“Don’t mind him, he’s foreign,” Jackie said, waving it off. “He’s one freaky, horny little dude to begin with.”

“Yeah…anyway,” Kitty said, clearing her throat and handing her a gift basket. “This is from all the WOPP’s.”

Y/n opened the basket and saw a variety of sorts. “Wow, there’s so much stuff in here. There’s formula, bottles, little baby socks, and—ooh, chocolate!”

“We put some things in there for you too, dear,” Patty, the leader of the WOPPs said. “There’s also some bubbles and candles in there, a face mask, some money to give you a head start for the babies—”

“Wine?” Elena asked as she pulled out a bottle of red.

“Oh, trust me, you’re going to need that once the babies are born,” Patty winked at her.

Kitty laughed, feeling uncomfortable. “I’ll just hold onto that. You can’t drink when you’re breastfeeding anyway.”

“Now, Kitty, that’s for Y/n Don’t you go drinking it now,” Patty said, letting out a snobby laugh.

Kitty laughed again, this time hiding her annoyance. “Thanks, Patty.”

“Yeah, thank you, Patty,” Y/n said.

“My pleasure, dear.”

“Okay, okay enough of that,” Jackie announced and reached behind her. “Open mine next!”

“Awe, Jackie! You shouldn’t have!” Y/n beamed and reached into the bag, pulling out some over-fluffed, pink and frilly dresses. “Wow…you really, really shouldn’t have…”

“Aren’t they adorable?” Jackie gushed, ignoring Y/n’s unamused look. “They’re Gucci, can you believe it?”

“Oh, I can believe it,” Y/n responded, turning the dresses around. “As sweet as this is, what if they’re both boys?”

“I thought you’d might say that, so,” Jackie said and pulled more clothes out of the bag. “I bought some for boys too!”

The outfits were even worse. Two sweater vests and kakis, two preppy outfits for two boys that were definitely not going to be.

“Wow, thank you, Jackie, how sweet,” Kitty said and took the clothes from Y/n. She leaned into her daughter’s ear so Jackie wouldn’t hear. “I’m going to hide these in the attic.”

“Better yet, bury them in the backyard,” Y/n responded before throwing Jackie a fake enthused smile. “Okay, who’s next?”

“I am,” Donna said and handed her a big, wrapped box. “This is from me and Eric.”

“This is so sweet,” Y/n gushed and opened it. She pulled out a book. “A book of baby names?”

“Yeah, I thought you could use some help,” Donna responded with a small smile.

“This is really sweet, thank you,” Y/n responded.

“There’s more,” Eric said, pointing towards the box.

“Oh.” Y/n looked back down and saw two stuffed yellow bears. One said, ‘Thing 1’ and the other ‘Thing 2.’ “Oh, my gosh! This is so cute,” she gushed. “Steven, look!”

“Yeah, I’m looking,” he said, a soft smile gracing his face. He would never admit it, but he thought they were incredibly cute.

“I saw them in the window at the baby store and it reminded me of you and me,” Eric said gently.

“I love it!” Y/n said again and leaned over to hug her brother and best friend. “I love you both.”

“Okay, last one!” Kitty said excitedly and handed her a giant box. “This is from me and your father.”

“Oh, Mom, you’ve done so much for us,” Y/n responded as she ripped through the paper. Steven helped her remove the paper as they both eagerly opened it.

Under the paper was a storebought box that said the word in big, bold letters: FISHER-PRICE LARGE PLAYMAT.

“No way!” Y/n cried out. “This is so neat!”

“It can hold both twins,” Kitty said, smiling big. “There’s another surprise in there.”

The couple opened the box and what was inside, nearly brought Y/n to tears.

“Is this my old baby blanket?” she asked, looking up to her mother. “I thought this was thrown away.”

“No, I just patched it up.” She opened it for her to show her. The blanket was patched with her old baby clothes. “I started making this the day I found out you were pregnant. Well, maybe a few days. I had to let the bourbon wear off the shock.” Y/n chuckled as she admired the well-sewn blanket.

“I kept all your old baby clothes and I thought instead of regifting those to you, I could just patch them into a blanket onto your old one for you.”

“Mom, this is the greatest gift you could’ve ever given me,” Y/n said gently and stood up to hug her mother. “This is so beautiful and touching.”

“I’m glad you love it, sweetheart. Now, I’m going to clean up the gifts and you enjoy the rest of your party.”

Y/n hugged her mom one more time before turning back to her friends. “Thank you guys so much. This was the best thing you could’ve done for us.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what friends are for,” Jackie said.

“Where are we going to fit all this crap?” Eric asked.

“Good question: I have no idea,” Y/n said, causing them both to laugh. “Eh, we’ll find a place for them. I’m not worried about it.”

“That or it’ll all become part of the background and we won’t even notice it,” Hyde responded, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Hey, Y/n,” Sasha said, coming up behind them. “Thank you so much for having me here.”

“Of course! It wouldn’t be a party without you here,” she responded as she let Sasha kiss both cheeks.

“This was lovely. Did your mother put this together?”

“Always. And my friends,” she responded and pointed to them. “You remember Jackie and Donna.”

“Ah, yes, the loud one and tall one.”

Donna gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Good to see you again.”

“Si,” Sasha responded before looking to Y/n once more. “I actually have some news, my dear.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m closing the bridal shop.”

“What?! Why?!”

“I’m moving to New York,” she responded. “I found a space there where I can open my shop there and gain more business, but sadly I can’t afford to have a place here and there.”

“I can’t believe this. Sasha, I’m really going to miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, mija,” she responded and wrapped Y/n in a hug. “And I’m sorry that I won’t be able to hand over a store to you like I promised.”

A wave of relief had lifted off Y/n’s shoulders. “It’s okay. I understand, though. You got to go where the business is.”

“Exactly. But don’t you think that those kids won’t know about their Tia Sasha. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“When do you leave?”

“In two weeks,” she said. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep in touch.”

Y/n nodded before giving Sasha another hug. “You better.”

As everyone started filing out the house and saying goodbyes, the crew helped Kitty clean up the living room.

“Well, I think that was a very successful party,” Kitty said. “And we got so many gifts!”

“Yeah, with everything we have, it’s going to look like a daycare,” Eric said.

“Don’t be such a porky mouth,” Kitty said. “And don’t ruin the mood. This was such a good day.”

“It really was,” Y/n said, barley bending down to grab empty plates. “I don’t think anything can ruin it now. Even with Sasha moving.”

The doorbell rang, interrupting their conversation. “I got it, Mom.”

When Y/n opened the door, there stood someone she never thought she’d see again.

"Connor?"

Did you like this chapter? I hope you did! Part 32 will be out soon!

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[nectar-cellar]

Get to Know Me - Sims Edition

i am so late to this but thank you to everyone who tagged and mentioned me!! i loved reading your answers, i love being nosy.

let me get this first q out of the way:

Who's your favourite sim that you've made?

it's a tie between my 2 little meow meows pictured above ���

amir because he's the oc i'm most attached to and have most fully developed

vlad because i just love the way his sim turned out and he's such a fun character to think about

if they ever met, vlad would be like "greetings." and amir would be like "bro what the fucckkk" 😭

speaking of vampires i also love the idea of au-vampire-amir being this ashamed, existential crisis having vegetarian vampire who struggles with controlling and hiding his bloodlust.

i never get bored coming up with ideas for those 2.

rest of my answers below the cut :3

What's your favourite Sims death?

it's been YEARS since i intentionally made any of sims die. i barely do gameplay these days and i am attached to the sims i make. but when i used to play sims chaotically, i preferred to "accidentally" murder sims by fire instead of deleting the pool ladder. i would furnish their houses with the cheapest stoves and fireplaces, and sit back and watching the inevitable unfold... it was the final destination fan in me.

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

i can't live without alpha hair and i love a well done piece of alpha clothing.

Favourite Mod?

CmarNYC morphing penis 😐

for a sfw mod, pose player was truly a game changer, can't play without it.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

i never bought any of them 💅 the first one i p*rated was late night because umm a fancy city, bars and clubs, celebs and vampires, 2000s hoe clothes... what more could you want!

Do you pronounce live mode or aLIVE or LiVing?

a-live!

Have you made a simself?

no ❤

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

if we're talking about TS4, i think the ginger hair colour is okay and the grey too. for TS3, i don't use any of the default hair colour presets.

Favorite EA hair?

i've tried so hard and i just cannot enjoy any of them compared to the alpha cc hair available. in my opinion this is the least offensive one, the "teddy" from the store:

Favorite life stage?

young adult

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

i'm in it for cas and the storytelling medium

Are you a CC creator?

hehe...

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

i consider all the people i frequently engage with to be my simblr friends!! 💗

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

i've considered recording, editing and uploading speed CAS videos but it seems like a lot of effort 😭

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

i've always preferred creating masculine male sims/characters, that hasn't changed throughout the years. i've learned how to take better pictures, how to style my sims better, how to create the kinds of clothes i want to style them in, and i've learned my preferred slider settings and facial features/proportions. i make the same "genre" of male sims over and over and over again, so my style hasn't really changed, but my skills have improved and i've solidified my aesthetic which i am proud of :D

Who's your favourite CC creator?

i really can't pick a favourite because there is just so much sheer talent and a thriving cc community even today, but if i had to pick one, i would say rustynail. i used the shit out of their cc back in the day. everything my sims wore was straight off the runway darling... rusty brought glamour and high fashion to the sims! an inspiration.

How long have you had a simblr?

since even before 2013 😭 tumblr was my main social media for many years LMFAOOOOO and i made a simblr after following many ts3 blogs, being wowed by their screenshots, and i wanted to join in on the fun and wanted to download all the cool cc people were making... that was the start of my ts3 obsession !

How do you edit your pictures?

i use a gshade preset i made, then i mostly just crop and add text in gimp. i don't have the patience to edit my pics.

What expansion/ stuff pack is your favourite?

late night duh and seasons is a close second because it just makes the game so much more immersive and beautiful. pets is also a top one because it adds so much to the game, it's such a well thought out pack in my opinion, and what life simulator can be complete without pets?

[marsbotz]

Saw your tag saying FSM haters come fight you. Here I am! Frankly I'm not so much of a hater as I am just of the opinion "wow this guy sure Started All This Shit" but I'm absolutely willing to hear your view of the matter if you're willing to share! Love some Friendly Fandom Discourse (it's healthy tbh) come at me bro 👊 👊 👊

HI LOL.... my personal opinion is that the FSM gets a lot of hate for similar reasons to wu (which i also think are unjustified but that's a different post). like you said he gets a lot of the blame put on him for starting everything that's to come in the show, but i don't really feel like he intended to do any harm.

the FSM was born into a war. when he was still a very young child, he was forced to choose one side of himself, of his family, and destroy the other. and so he ran away. but this world he runs to is chaotic and dangerous. and so again, he is forced to fight for the right to live in peace along with the inhabitants of this world.

but even in this new world, he wasn't safe: the oni followed him, determined to bring him back to fight for them. and after them, the overlord. his whole life, especially when he was younger, he had been fighting, or running from forces that aimed to destroy him.

i believe the FSM was incredibly paranoid throughout his life, worrying that at any moment everything would be ripped away from him. this can be seen in how secretive he was, how much of his history is hidden away. the mech used to win the war against the overlord was sealed away where it could never be found. he granted elemental powers to select people to help keep him safe. even in his death, he hid away, in a place that even wu could not find.

this paranoia carries on through his sons. he taught them both to fight, to protect themselves, when they were also very young. one of the earliest moments we see of them is them fighting with swords! and though he loves them, they are not immune to his secrecy, or his fears. when they steal the scrolls and enter the serpentine territory, he never fully trusts them again. when garmadon gets bitten and starts to turn to evil, he's desperate to cure him. and i don't fully believe that the FSM intended to make garmadon feel broken or "wrong"... just that his fear has so consumed him at this point that he can't see the damage he's doing to his children.

it's also worth noting that despite garmadon's corruption, the FSM never truly hated him. he was left to protect the golden weapons alongside wu, he recieved the same protective enchanted gi, and was left the same clues to find him after his death. it's just that garmadon was unable to see this through the corruption (which is another post).

perhaps all he did was to protect his sons. that seems to be how wu sees it, at least. because wu repeats this same behaviour with the ninja, even if unintentionally. he brings these kids into a war because that happened to him, and his father before him. maybe he doesn't even realise it's wrong. he hides things from them not only because because he's ashamed of his past (again, another post lol), but because his father always hid things from him. it protects wu, but it also protects the ninja.

i don't believe the FSM was a flawless person. hes one of many grey characters in ninjago, and to boil down everything he did to "good" or "bad" is a disservice. maybe you see him as someone who only ever ran from problems instead of truly solving them, maybe you see him as a cruel and neglectful father. and maybe those are both true. but he's also someone who always tried to fight for peace, for himself and everyone in ninjago, and someone who truly loved his sons, despite the damage he did to them both.

so that's who i think the FSM was. an immortal, all powerful godlike being, yes, but also a scared child who just wanted to live peacefully, and would do anything to prevent another war. and maybe he is, in some way, indirectly responsible for every bad thing in the show, but i think this is more of an after-effect of the countless wars and conflict. he did the best he could, and considering all he went through, i think he did alright.

#also like. he died thousands of years ago so the fact that its only recently things have been kicking off is quite impressive LOL #ninjago #the first spinjitzu master #fsm ninjago #SORRY THIS IS SO LONG.... hopefully it makes sense i rlly didnt wanna spend ages on this but theres soooo much to say #its hard not diving into hc territory too LOL.... #like always my thoughts on ninjago are complex and weave into each other... so its hard to make them coherent but hopefully it comes across #i have two other big essay posts im working on rn so yeah i didnt wanna spend.. AGES on it haha #if u disagree or r confused come argue w me pleasee i love sharing opinions abt this shit. its so fun. jsut dont be rude thats all i ask :] #asks #also i didnt know where to put this but worth noting: wu and garm entering the serpentine territory risked starting Another war. #so him being mad is fairlyyyy reasonable i think. even if he was extreme abt it #smth else i didnt know where to put: the theory that the overlord is the manifestation of fsms oni side/inner conflict over his identity #issue upon issues.... #anyway. i think its a little unfair that ppl always talk abt how awful it is that the ninja had to fight so young and stuff #when the exact same things happened to wu garm and fsm

[redhead-writes]

Own my own mind

Summary: Suna has had enough of the abuse she has received from her father. The person that once has hit you will never change. So she puts a stop to it but just around the corner another blow comes to her. Can she keep her strength to fight for life she deserves? Come and follow her down this path.

Can also read it on AO3.

Suna had wanted a little break from everyone in Korhan villa so she went to her family's new home. It has been weeks since her talk with Kaya about leaving for London. She still was confused but Kaya’s treatment of her was disarming her. Still she couldn’t make up her mind. So many what if’s running through her head because of her previous experiences. Suna really needed to start healing her mind and she couldn’t do it here. 

Of course, even here the drama followed her. It seemed that once again her father was back to his old ways and the things she had built in her mind started to crumble. Once again she was laying on the floor with Kazim screaming over her body but this time there was no Kaya to protect her. How could she be so stupid? How could she allow her mind to play such tricks on her? She had to know better.

“You are such a disgrace to this family. Third failed marriage. Maybe I need to lock you in the basement till I find some idiot that can deal with you.” Kazim roared after hearing his oldest daughter's conversation with her mother and aunt. Once again she was someone she could dispose off like some kind of trash. His rage was followed by another slap that landed on Suna’s right cheek. It was like that slap really restarted her brain. No, she won’t allow him to walk over her. Her own rage that she had stored in herself was bubbling over the edges. She was Sönmez now, she was married to the man that stood up for her. Time to stand up for herself and show that she was worth the name she was wearing. Suna stood up, spitting blood on the floor.

“Oh really, father, I am a disgrace to this family. I am still married to Korhan’s grandson.” stated Suna, coming closer to her father, who for once in his life seemed scared of her. Good, she liked to see him scared of her. “You are the disgrace of this family for not being able to provide us with the life we deserve. You are the one who sold out his own daughters to rich men to grab cushy money and live a lavish life. So don’t you dare tell me I am a disgrace to this family because I am not part of it anymore and have never been.”

“Suna!”exclaimed her mother. 

Suna didn’t even turn to look at her, still looking at her father and said: “What, mother? Am I too harsh to him? Am I throwing back taunts that he so easily flicked at me? You are as guilty as him for not protecting me and Seyran from this. I had to protect her by taking on twice as much of his abuse. I wish you all well and happy life but don’t you dare to come close to me and my family ever again, or I will show you what kind of disgrace you raised.”

With all said and done she was out of doors of that house. Wow, that really felt freeing. Finally she left out everything that had been choking her since childhood. Now she had to find Kaya and talk with him. It really was time to take matters in her own hands. She was ready to trust him. Taxi was waiting for her at the door but she was ashamed to get in it, looking like a mess. Oh hell with it, she just needed to get to her husband and the storm was raging outside. It felt like the sky would fall down. She sat in the back of the taxi, telling the guy the address. 

Something was bothering her the closer they were getting to the house. Suna looked out of the window at the raging sea but noticed a weird pile under the tree. They were only five minutes away from the house.

“Please, stop here and wait a few minutes.” 

“Madam, it is not safe out there.” the taxi driver told Suna but she really had to see what that weird pile was. Maybe someone needed help in this horrible weather.

“Then would you, please, escort me. I will pay extra for it.” 

The driver walked to her side of the car, opening the door and holding an umbrella over both of them. They started to walk closer to the pile but the closer they got the more like a human body it looked. The lightning strike made everything around them go bright, and then she noticed a familiar mess of hair and silver chains. 

“KAYA!” she screamed and started to run to her husband's side. She fell to her knees and turned his body on the back. Suna felt something warm touch her hand. It was blood. Her husband's head was bleeding. Suna screamed again in despair like a banshee. 

“Madam?” the taxi driver asked tentatively. 

“Please, call an ambulance and police. Someone had attacked my husband. Please, do it quickly.”

The man nodded and walked a bit further away from the couple on the ground. Suna took off her scarf that was around her neck and wrapped Kaya’s head as carefully as she could, constantly muttering: “Don’t you dare to leave me, Kaya Sönmez, don’t you dare. You have so much to show me in this world. Ambulance will soon be here. You just have to hold on and listen to my voice.”

Suna could hear all the sirens going off, so she pressed a kiss to Kaya’s forehead, whispering: “You hear that, Kaya. They are coming for you.”

After that everything was a blur. Suna and Kaya were packed in an ambulance. Police promised to come and talk with them to the hospital. When they reached the hospital, she was separated from her husband because doctors wanted to look her over too. Suna had forgotten that she had cut a corner of the lip and bruised cheek. All her thoughts were with her husband. The hospital gave her some pajamas because her clothes were evidence now. Finally after a few hours she was in the hospital room with her husband and mother in law who seemed to have one of her clarity days. She wasn’t flinging insults at Suna and that was a start. 

“I know that you think I don’t deserve your son but I really love him. I hope that one day you can see clearly that I am not taking him away from you.”

“I know that, child. Simply my other side is more vicious but even she has some respect for you after today. You brought him to safety and protected him like a real wife should do. You are good for him and we will try to come to terms with it.”

“Do you know who did it to him? Is it because of revenge?”

“I have no idea, Suna, but the police will deal with it. Worry about your husband right now.” 

“I always worry about him.”

“And he worries about you. You are two sides of one coin. Both abused, neglected and used in the plot of other peoples games. We promise you and him that you are free of those obligations. Go live your life.”

“Not yet, Nükhet. This time is my time to show everyone what kind of disappointment I am.”

“Are you ready to burn all the bridges, child?”

“For myself and him, I will do everything. Those bridges were shaky and slowly burning to start off. Nobody touches my family and walks freely.”

Nükhet finally saw what her son had seen in this girl. Under all that abuse was lioness ready to protect what is hers. There seemed to be no more veil of fear like something had ripped it off. By the look of Suna’s face, she knew what had happened.

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Next morning was a rough one. Kaya was still unconscious but Suna could answer the police's questions. They showed her a video from security cameras showing some man following Kaya. That man looked quite familiar to her. Then the man turned his face to cameras to hide from Kaya who had felt that someone was following him. 

“Do you know this man, Mrs. Sönmez?” asked one of the police officers.

“Yes, I do. If you need, I can make him come here and confess everything.” stated Suna, looking at surprised police officers. Abidin really overstepped all the boundaries with this move. 

“Of course, the faster we can close this case the better. We could not but notice your injuries, do you want to open a case against this person?”

“If we are at it, sure. I will just text that person in the video.” 

Suna allowed them to take photos of all the bruises on her body and other injuries she had sustained under her fathers strict upbringing that has left scars that would never be erased. They took her statement about her father. She really hoped something would come out of it. Even if not, she stood up to him, exposing his dirty deeds. Suna’s phone vibrated on the table. 

“He is here.” 

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Sönmez. We will be close by.” the police officer reassured her while putting on a microphone on her. They really should not be worried about her but Abidin. There was no angrier being that hurt and disappointed woman. “Do everything to get it out of him?”

When Suna met Abidin in front of the hospital, she could see that Kaya had gotten him well. His jaw was purple with already formed bruising there and some bruising under an eye.

“Suna, what happened to your face? Did someone hit you?” asked worried Abidin, trying to touch her face. She slapped her hand away.

“Not like you don’t know who could do this to me. You have always just stood there and watched me being abused like my own mother. You couldn’t even help me once. You are a coward.”

“Don’t say that, Suna. I did so much for you.” 

“What exactly did you do for me?” asked Suna, leading him on the way to confess his crimes. “What should I be thankful for, Abidin?” 

“I rid your life from that so called husband of yours. I saw how sad he was making you. So I did help you. It was so easy to get rid of him. Possibly, he is already dead by now. You are free to do what you like.”

“Abidin, what did you do to Kaya?”

“Nothing that he didn’t deserve for hurting you. Just left him to die like the bastard he is.” 

Suna could not take it anymore. She slapped him as hard as she could and got her fingers twisted in Abidins hair, pulling as hard as possible to put him on the knees, sneering: “Don’t you dare to call my husband a bastard. You know, Abidin, by this you only helped my father. He will marry me off to another creep that you won’t be able to take on because you will be too scared.” 

A police officer was pulling her off Abidin but she was not letting go that easy. She kicked him in the side and his howl of pain was satisfying. 

“That is for hurting me and Kaya. I hope you like your jail cell.” she shouted after him while Abidin was getting taken away. 

“I knew we should have been worried about that man more than you.” said Nükhet who had seen everything go down from the sidelines. “Officer, you can let my daughter in law go. She won’t hurt anyone anymore. I think you have more pressing matters to attend to.”

The two women walked back to Kaya’s room in silence but before Suna could step over the threshold there was a hand on her shoulder, turning her so she could face her mother in law. 

“I am proud of you, Suna. You kept your promise so I am keeping mine. You are free from my own revenge. Go, live a happy life with my son.”

“Nükhet, Kaya wants you to come with us.”

“I know, child, but my time here is not done yet. I will join you soon enough. Oh, by the way, here are yours and Kaya’s clothes and bathroom stuff. The rest of the stuff I asked to be moved to a flat I rented for you two. There is no reason for you two to return to that snake pit.” 

“Thank you, Mother!” said Suna, stepping into the hospital room. There was her husband wide awake and smiling at her not like someone wanted him dead just yesterday. Just seeing that smile made Suna finally allow herself to cry. Kaya just opened his arms, ready as always to support his wife and allow her to hide in his arms. That is all Suna needed right now. Her husband's warm hug and understanding that they are allowed to be happy. 

“I love you!” spoke Suna, looking in the eyes of her husband. He deserved to know that he had reached this goal of his. He had fully disarmed her and showed her that life she wants is possible with the right person. 

“I love you, too, my water nymph!” he answered her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

#yali capkini #kaysun #kaya x suna #kaya sönmez #suna sönmez #suna şanli #AU #OOC #kazim Şanlı #esme Şanlı #Nükhet Sönmez #Abidin #tw abuse #attempted murder #badass!suna #My Precious

[nikethestatue]

I'm thinking of leaving this fandom too. Honestly, I truly loved and enjoyed meeting fellow Elriels. One of the kindest and brilliant people I've met online. I've been in this fandom for years now, even before acosf came out. But I can't deal with the general acotar fandom now, and sadly, no matter how much I loved all the Elriel/Feysand contents, and friends here, it's not enough anymore.

I didn't signed up for this. I didn't signed up for the constant bullying, name calling, slut shaming, misogyny, victim blaming, pitting women against each other and etc., I didn't know the fandom will turn out like this, like a true hell for someone who only wanted a break from real life. I'd like to blame acosf because most of the misogynistic take started after it was released.

I didn't signed up for all the dumb takes. Honestly now? I felt SO ashamed of being part of this fandom. I was friends with someone on the other fandom when some people from acotar fandom started making fun of the characters from the other fandom and they started comparing unprovoked. It was so embarrassing that even though I am not mutuals with those people, I still ended up telling my friend I'm not in this fandom anymore.

I didn't signed up for idiocracy or delusions. No, all the takes that gets crazier everyday? No matter how much I convinced myself that it was funny and time will come when they'll be proven wrong and would leave this fandom (because most of them hate what sjm writes/loves. They hate Feysand, they hate the IC, they hate everyone but the two characters) it's not working anymore. It felt like "wow, really, I'm in the same fandom of people who actually think (or better yet not using their minds over a simple fun series) like this?" I hate to be categorized with these people.

I didn't signed up to lowkey get called stupid because apparently I don't have a degree on literature, fashion, or whatever. I hate how I saw a woman in this fandom dragging women down because they have "big job and helps to fight misogyny, what are you doing? I'm above you." when she's the most misogynistic person everyone ever met.

The arguments are repetitive, most posts are the same or just being aggressive. I'm actually just staying on tumblr for the fanfics and theories now but like what I said, the negative side of this fandom wins, and it's so so toxic for me.

Acotar fandom are full of misogynistic people (not all, but most) and they are even proud of it. You will see it on every tiktok, Instagram, Reddit, fb and Twitter posts (especially if it's about Feyre, Elain, Mor, N&C), you'd see the horrible comments against women characters and downplay their nasty behavior as "its just fiction" well yes, but considering how they act like this? What more in real life?

You can't have a decent argument here or have the chance to clear your name because the next thing you know everyone will post you on their Instagram Stories or blog with all their thousands of followers to see and they'll proceed to shun out an entire group.

Oh let me say that even acotar Reddit isn't a safe space for everyone. Not unless you stan Tamlin, Lucien, Eris or Azriel. There are people from Facebook who also infiltrates the elriel group and made fun of us on the comments. This fandom is a shitshow.

And yes, since I'm already in this, I hate how someone would literally badmouth elriels to ARTISTS. Who'd tell horrible things to the point where artists refuse to take comms or draws the ship. I was so baffled when I learned this from a friend. Like really? How petty can people be in this fandom?

It never felt safe anymore. And our feelings? Invalid. Only some group of people in this fandom has a say.

It's like suddenly after acosf, we're suddenly invaded by 5 years old who thinks being a gIrlboSs is cute.

And sadly maybe this is like my goodbye letter to this fandom. (Not to Feysand & Elriel, but I'll just connect when acotar 5 is released) It was such a great ride at first, but suddenly became cancer.

I don't have the heart to actually post this on my blog. I stopped answering anons because I'm slowly distancing myself.

I hope to have another pre acosf days, or better days where acotar readers doesn't compare traumas, wanted a woman character to suffer/punished, doesn't put value on women based on their womb, people who thinks they are above everyone and have to hate on female characters in general.

Ps: when acotar 5 drops, I'll never ever think twice on visiting acotar fandom again (but would never say bye to my friends)

I honestly admire you and the other OGs for staying here for so long. I know what you all went through silently in this fandom, and I admire the strength and class on how you all handled it.

That's all, thanks for reading this. (I'll surely miss sending you anon asks about acotar stuffs lol, I love your response everytime)

Oh Anon. Yes. To all of this.

It's a sad anon, not gonna like, it was hard to read it, because it's so very true.

It's been eye-opening, being in this fandom, as someone who kind of older and been around the block a few times. I thought that something's changed. That women talking about women's changed. That women thinking about women's changed. That we've been fighting the same battles. That we were kind of past appearances, hobbies, inclinations, abilities, and we were going to be accepting and kind towards other women. Nope. Not so much.

That's been the most shocking thing for me to witness in these past few years. The intense cruelty that women are willing to subject other women to...over a book. Over a character. It's weird. And if you are not in it, you wouldn't actually believe it. But it's true.

I think it's the anonymity of online existence that allows people to be like that. Or maybe it's like the Salem Witch trials--young girls being cruel to others only to be heard. Accusing and acting out for attention. Maybe things haven't changed all that much.

I will stay because I have to see this thing through. I think the next ACOTAR book will be announced sooner than we think.

But after it's done, after Elain's book is done, I'll be off faster than a prom dress.

(if you feel comfortable, tell me who you are, so if I don't see you, I know you left)

Hugs. Be in a place that's good for you and your soul and your psyche.

[pucksandpower]

hi natalia! i hope life has been treating you well and that you're doing amazing. i wanted to say, i love your account so very much! everytime i go through the f1 tags on here i'm alway searching for your username among the fics and safe to say is you have never ever disappointed me. when i first got into the fandom you were definitely one of the blogs that really hooked me in. oh girl you don't know how ecstatic i was going through your masterlist, i literally felt like i was camping in that one post going through everything in one night. still, even now i love going back and reading it again because that little spark of joy i feel clicking the links to every au is the reason i love to be on tumblr!

you never fail to deliver an insanely good level of world building like this is kind of surreal to me, because you give us such a fresh and wonderfully blissful take on social media au's. it's super cool to see you explore all types of medias like articles, blogs, twitter, instagram, youtube videos—i feel like you've used EVERYTHING girl. all your posts are sooo long and idt people realize how much work you have to put in to make a cohesive story like that?? + using all sorts of outlets ur an actual beast at this wow. and it's not just the way you deliver it, it's also all the ideas that you have. i'm a huge sucker for the deep lore ones that are like the ones involving racing teams and stuff. it's so great to see your takes on real time events and how it could've been if this or that happens. the readers are also of so much variety, i hope you keep doing that bc it adds a lot of potential and spice into the story. royal au is also sooo good! your account to me is basically girlhood personified. i'm always so immersed in it that i forget i'm reading an au... that really shows your effort in the work you put out. i can tell the time you spent crafting these pieces i mean WHO goes this far and wide if not pucksandpower?? ur the backbone of my mental health i would've gone in the trenches if it weren't for you... that's my mother ya'll. there is not one fic of yours that does not have me at the toes of my feet, all giddy to click the "keep reading" button. i wish for you to know that i, and i'm sure many others who follow you, really appreciate all the work you put in! i'm lowkey like suspicious with how real and professional some of the articles you make are bc how is that not something that would come out of an actual blog? 😭

AND OHHHMYGOOOD you are doing god's work for feeding my delusions on giving charles leclerc the team that he deserves. seeing the newey reader fic, that was when i knew you were ON to something like this girl is special she's doing all the research.. babe you could be the new damn chief tech officer if you wanted to i mean. you are operating in levels that we can't even comprehend?? one step ahead in everything. when i read your cl stuff in my heart i'm rooting for this man so bad and like if this isn't happening irl at least pucksandpower got my back like... you know what they say about delusions=manifestations so if we keep this up yall i believe it can be real trust me i've seen it in my head....

i'm sure there's a lot more that i want to say but anyways, i'm really glad that i ever found your blog and i look forward to future works you're gonna put out! cheering for you always and please take care of yourself, xx ❤️

Hi, my love! Thank you so much. I totally teared up reading this and I am not the slightest bit ashamed to admit it. Every single thing I post is crafted with love — I do it because I love working on them and because I love being able to make my fellow fans happy through my work. There truly is no more rewarding feeling. I have posted a whopping 119 fics/imagines/AUs on here and typing that number out really made me realize how crazy that is and how far I have come since I started this blog back in November

I can’t lie, sometimes the research and time I put into each of my works can feel overwhelming at first but I am always proud of the end product and especially happy to share it with you all. Some are lighthearted fun and I can have them completed in a few hours while others run deeper and can take me days upon days to finish. I truly want to build a mini immersive world through each of my AUs and I am so happy that you have been able to get that experience through them

Also I like to say that delusions make the world go round (and help keep us sports fans semi-sane) so I am more than happy to contribute on that end

Thank you again because your words mean so much to me! I can’t wait to share more work with you. Have an amazing day 🫶

[thetorturedarchives]

Gosh u know what’s scarier than that crazy, manic despair you get that makes you say things like ‘i want to die’ or ‘I want to kill myself’, which you never fully intend on following through on its more of just an expression of your pain etc etc. It’s the calm, almost light feeling of realisation where you just think. I don’t want to be alive. And it’s not a fleeting frenzy where you wreck things and feel ashamed later, it’s just a ghost of a thought that follows you everywhere. Do you know every day for the last six months I have wanted to kill myself. I’ve had days where I’ve felt more intensely and I’ve had ideas and afterwards I thought, that was selfish and over dramatic and wow am I embarrassed. But every day no matter how good I’m feeling I think being dead would be better. If I make it in my career and I achieve everything I ever dreamed of doing it won’t be enough. I guess I can’t truly know that right now in the past but I do somehow. And in a way I don’t want it. It’s all so meaningless. I don’t want sex so much as I want to feel something besides this. I don’t talk about it that often or this frankly with anybody because really who needs to hear that shit every day. ‘I want to die’ sounds tremendously selfish to the people who expend energy humouring you , who you know would be sad if you were gone. But as nasty and unfeeling as it sounds I just don’t care about their feelings enough sometimes. I can only think about myself and how much I don’t want to be alive. And I feel indignant at the fact I would have to do something about it if I did decide to die one day, that I can’t just close my eyes and fall asleep and have that be it. If there is a way please tell me. I’ll love you forever

[dark--whisperings]

16 and 17 because I am a nosy bitch! :D

Response for this ask game!

😜😜😜

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16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

... my cell phone. LMAO. And then I promptly forgot where I put my phone, and spent a while looking for it.

Weirdly enough, I don't usually use a bookmark! I typically just memorize which page I'm on... chaotic, I know. I'm the definition of ✨chaos✨.

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17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

OOOOH I LOVE THIS ONE. Again, I'm going to talk about 'Suffocate Me (I'm Still Breathing)'. Originally, this was to be written as a one shot, intended to satisfy my craving for Obi-Wan Kenobi, the mess(TM). Because I love me an Obi-Wan that is a hot mess. However, the more I started writing it, the more I started leaning into a deeper exploration of the mind of an addict and someone struggling with an untreated mental illness. What was intended to be dark and gritty, became dark and gritty and real. It became less about the more emphatic depictions of mental health and addiction that you see in the media, and more focused on the subtleties of the experience, ones that often go unnoticed.

When I started following this train of thought with this fic, I was really focused on the experience of the Clone Wars, and Star Wars in general. In this universe, shit is majorly fucked up. Everyone knows it, but we don't really delve into how the characters are affected by the atrocities that they experience daily. Instead, war is glorified. And, I think this really reflects the kinds of thing that get swept under the rug and overlooked by those who aren't experiencing it.

Which is why I really wanted to focus on Obi-Wan, and his experience. Time and time again, he's been hit with terrible loss and experiences that will change him forever. But he's become a notable hero in the galaxy. And by nature, he's the type of man that refuses to seek help when he needs it. Not because he perceives others needing help as a weakness. No, he only sees himself needing support as something to be ashamed of, because he's started to view himself as a tool to bring about change in the galaxy. I firmly believe that by the time the Clone Wars really started to ramp up, that he lost his sense of self, which leads him down a really dark path, one he walks alone.

So we have this struggling man, desperately wishing someone would notice what's going on, because he's learned that he can't verbalize this himself. Pair that with everyone else having put him on a pedestal, because acknowledging that their hero-like figure needs help means they have to acknowledge the fallacies of their own realities and perspectives... it's kind of the perfect storm.

All in all, I just really wanted to explore the silent struggle that many people fight on a daily basis, in contrast with a more overt struggle (that someone like Anakin experiences, for example).

*takes a breath*

Wow, that was a rambling stream of thought. 😅😅😅

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Keep 'em coming!

#star wars #clone wars #fanfiction #fanfic #a03 fanfic #fanfiction by darkwhisperings #ask games #asks #answered ask #meta #obiwan kenobi #anakin akywalker

[painsandconfusion]

Anon Ask Lineup!!

I got SO many gorgeous lurker confirmation asks, and wow I love you guys so much. You're way too sweet to me. Ahhhhhhh.

That being said, a lot of you had questions and I said I wouldn't rb those asks, but there were several overlapping ones anyway, so I'm just going to make one biiiiiiiggggggg post answering questions here!

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How long did I lurk? Six years or so? Longer? I knew I loved whump since I was a little tiny kiddo, but didn't know there was a word for it (I feel like this is a common experience lol), and started following hero x villain things (also a common experience) that eventually lead me to the whump community. I didn't make this blog (well, the same url - it used to be a sideblog and it moved but I'm counting it) about two years ago? But I only started making my own content one year ago.

Have I ever regretted making my blog instead of lurking? Since I started this one? No. But there was a time before where I made a side blog (same url) and started making some whumpy gif sets? And I loved it and was having a nice time with no one knowing or following me, but it was immediately picked up by the kink community instead of this one. While I don't have any problem with that, I felt like I wasn't in the right place and that no one was really listening and I was getting sucked in the wrong direction, so I panicked and deleted the blog. Cut lurking again for two years before making this one.

Was I ever ashamed of whump? Um. Yes. Still kind of am (I'm working on it), but I grew up in a very religious household, and I'm an extremely kind and gentle person irl, so it felt like this horrific denial both of my faith and of myself. I read a post a year and a half ago or so that clarified the difference between fiction and reality for whump, and something about it just made the pieces fit together again for me. It wasn't long after that that I got started making my own content.

How I moved from being a reblogger to a creator? There was one prompt list (here) that I just fell in love with and had a few ideas to continue? So I did. And it got SO many more notes than I expected and I just........fell in love with it? I found I have a knack for prompt lists - much more than gif sets. So I started making prompt lists. They got popular pretty quick. Then I was challenged to do Whumptober, and I did. After that, I felt comfortable starting my own series and doing drabbles and I haven't looked back.

How many irl people know about whump/my blog? Four who I didn't meet through this. I've told three friends and my sister - all of whom took it FAR more gracefully than I expected. While whump isn't their thing, they're incredibly supportive and generally confused why I'm so embarrassed about it. Oops-

Is my whump fixation purely whump, kink, or both? Uhmmmmmmmm....I like whump. I like whump in any context. That bleeds into kink as well. I don't post NSFW things here because a lot of my readers are minors and I genuinely don't trust the tagging system to keep their sweet lovely eyes off the abominations I create asdlkf. But if I'm in an 18+ area where people are chatting, I'm more than willing to discuss it or put out ideas/content. I'm getting more comfortable with it by the day (everyone has hurtles to get over in self-acceptance - that's one of mine).

Do I use whump as an outlet for something else? I know a lot of people have turned to whump to process trauma, but that's not my story. I have loved it since forever, and my ptsd isn't something I ever want to encounter in whump. I have those tags blocked so fucking hard, I don't want to be triggered in my safe space (that's just me - everyone processes differently). But. I do find that it greatly eases my anxiety and nightmares. If I go a week or two without writing or consuming something terrifying, my anxiety doesn't really have an outlet? And it bleeds into dreams. I often have very whumpy dreams, but I don't consider them nightmares, they're just lovely. But the nightmares? Nope. Nuh-uh. Don't want. It's a very small part of why I write, but it's a lovely bonus.

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Whelp I think that's all of them?? Shoot me another ask if I missed one - it wasn't intentions.

Love you all so so much - I'm glad you reached out!

General disclaimer: all these are my own expeiance and do not speak to or dictate in any way how others interact with this community or their pasts - everyone's journey is their own, this one is just mine.

#sand asks #whump community #lurker interactions

[memorydatas]

i am like 90% sure i followed you when you were 13 because i remember we've been mutuals for as long as i can remember and i remember when i followed you i was like finally a tumblr user younger than me. because i was 14 and you were 13 and you have to be 13 to make a tumblr. and i was like wow i am so grown up and mature and 14 i have mutuals who are younger than me

SDFUDIAHGUIFDSHGUIHO[T43-THDFGUIFDSGSGFSDG. and the thing was. i lied about being 13 for so long because i was so ashamed of being 12. it was a big thing back then to make fun of 12 year olds on tumblr so i was like Im literally not allowed to be 12 years old EVER. so i wasn't.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the weekend!

Wow! Here we are again: Friday! Where did that week go? No, seriously, where did that week go?

I am not perfect. I have faults. I’m not telling you what my faults are but I know I am flawed and, in addition to that, I am ashamed of my flaws. Can I correct or ‘fix’ my bad qualities? I’m not sure I can. At this age, after all this time, I’m not sure how much I can change. I’ve got some really bad qualities but I’m not sure I can do much about them. Do you ever feel ashamed of yourself? The Trouble always says, “Those that KNOW better DO better.” Ever heard that expression? I know I can do better. I know I can. I’m trying. Those that think their sh*t don’t stink make me laugh. Ever heard that expression? Some judgemental people literally think their sh*t don’t stink and they’re out there bad mouthing you. Makes me laugh.

It might sound like I’m on a down, I am DEFINITELY not! You crazy? It’s Friday! How can I be down? The Mighty Josiah is already here and he is cute as a button. I’m working from home and I’ve virtually got the whole day to myself. The Trouble likes bacon sandwiches on a Friday, and we’ll probably watch a few episodes of ‘That 90s Show’. We’ll eat Chinese food this evening and chill in front of the TV. No work tomorrow. Course I’m bloody happy!

If you’re a TikTok person, check out my new video on TikTok and, of course, hit the follow button. My TikTok feed is basically just me rambling about music and music industry matters. Bit like my lectures. I only set up a TikTok profile because my students told me to do it. Chatting about music and music industry politics: that’s all I’m good for really. I think this career chose me. I always wanted to be a Gregorian Monk but I never got the chants.

Got a brilliant weekend ahead of us. We were going to see a family friend a few weeks ago but I started sneezing and coughing. I rescheduled and we’re now going to see him on Saturday. He has a recording studio, so we are very excited. We’ll see what we come up with? You never know? We know we’re good songwriters. Someone just uploaded the entire second Dazzle album on You Tube. Not one song, the whole bloody album; full of good songs, written about 1988/89. I would love to re-record them all and get them 2023 popping!

Have a fabulous and funky Friday! I love you all. You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #radio