#just some things i noticed since i started watching in like august last year
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his masseur x lando norris
In which you're Lando his best friend and masseur, but your feelings start to cause a bit of trouble.
Requested: yes
Warnings: small mentions of sexual content / not proof read
Tuesday - August 2022
“Maybe you can sleep in my bed this time?” Lando asks you.
You look up surprised. This is new.
“What’s wrong with the guest room?” You ask still surprised.
“Nothing!” Lando quickly exclaims, “but I’m tired but I also don’t want to stop cuddling like this. So I thought we could sleep together.. Maybe?”
You notice that Lando is rambling now. You smile at him. “That sounds great,” you say with a genuine smile.
Lando leaves his earlier position to get of the couch. You think about what’s happening. Maybe it’s weird for friends to cuddle as much as you and Lando do. Maybe it’s even weirder that you’re going to sleep in the same bed as him. But it’s not like you mind. You have been crushing on Lando forever, so every little thing you can have you take willingly.
Thursday - November 2022
“Happy birthday Lan!”
You kiss him on his cheeks. Lando pulls you even closer to him so the two of you can hug properly. After a bit you release yourself from his hug so you can give him his present. You hand him over the present you carefully wrapped with an orange wrapping paper. You watch how Lando unties the golden ribbons.
His face lits up when he sees the present. You smile as well from his happy reaction. It’s safe to say he loves the new microphone you got him. It’s themed with everything he likes. The Quadrant logo and colors are covering the stand part, while the mic itself is a bit more McLaren themed.
“I thought you could use a new one for your streams,” you tell him.
“You’re amazing!” Lando exclaims enthusiastic. He pulls you closer to himself again. It doesn’t take more then a few seconds before he’s hugging you once again.
“I love it,” he tells you softly, “You know me the best!”
Sunday - December 2022
“Finally a well deserved break,” Lando says.
You nod. “You were amazing this season,” you tell him.
Lando smiles gratefully. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he tells you even more grateful.
“Don’t say that,” you say quickly, “It was all you. I’m just massaging you.”
“I’m glad you’re on my team,” Lando says, “so I might have a tiny surprise to thank you for that.”
“A tiny surprise?” You ask.
“I booked us a hotel here, so we can spend a week together. We can do some fun things! Like exploring the city and go buggy riding in the desert.”
“That’s not a tiny surprise,” you tell him while laughing.
“Oops,” Lando just says.
“Are you thanking everyone on your team like that?” You ask.
“I send the rest a nice thank you card,” Lando replies.
You laugh.
Sunday morning - January 2023
“I can’t wait to spend the whole year with you again,” Lando softly says. The clock just stroke midnight. Lando is sitting next to you on the couch. You’re with friends, but everyone is busy with wishing each other a happy new year. Something you should do as well, but you’re enjoying your small private moment with Lando.
“Me too Lan,” you say, “and a happy new year to you!”
“Happy new year!” Lando replies happily.
He comes closer to you. You want to press a kiss to his cheek, like you always do with friends while wishing them a happy new year. Lando seems to have the same idea. You don’t know how it happend, but in some way Lando his lips end up on yours.
“Oh fuck,” you say.
It didn’t even last two seconds, but it feels like an eternity.
“Sorry!” Lando quickly says.
“It doesn’t matter Lan, nothing happened. I’m going to wish the others a happy new year as well.”
Lando watches you when you walk away. He sighs. “Yeah, nothing happened. Just my feelings for you,” he mutters annoyed.
Thursday night - February 2023
“Thanks for picking me up,” you tell Lando.
“It’s nothing, how was the date?” Lando asks you.
You sigh. “Since I texted you a few hours earlier then we discussed I think you can conclude that it was bad.”
“I don’t get it. Why do you keep going on dates with types like this?” Lando asks you.
“I don’t know either,” you sigh. You think about who you really want. The guy next to you who’s currently driving you home in his McLaren. Lando is silent, he’s thinking about how it shouldn’t feel this way. Every time he picks you up he’s happy that your date didn’t go well. He can’t be like this. His jealousy is rising up way too much recently.
“I think I’m going to stop dating for a while,” you tell Lando after a bit of silence, “Maybe I’m not ready yet,” you add.
Lando can’t stop himself from smiling. It’s insane how relieved he feels suddenly.
Friday night - March 2023
“Would it be weird if we kissed?”
You look up at Lando. Does he even know what he’s asking you right now? It’s not like you can blame him right now. He’s drunk. But still, you let out a small sigh when you think about his question. Yes it would be weird, but you wouldn’t care about that.
“I kinda want to kiss you,” Lando continues.
Butterflies are all over the place inside of you. You don’t have to check the rear mirror in Lando his car to find out your cheeks are red. You feel flustered. You try to focus on driving, but Lando is making it hard for you. For the second time that evening you remind yourself about Lando his condition. He’s drunk. Carlos and Max texted you before to warn you and when you picked up Lando you quickly noticed it as well. You can’t take his words serious right now, he’s drunk.
“You’re drunk Lan,” you tell him after doubting for a bit, “but yes, it probably would be weird. We have been friends forever.” You don’t tell him that you don’t mind the weird aspect. You also don’t tell him about your feelings from the last years for him.
“If you say so,” Lando sighs.
You hope Lando doesn’t asks questions like this again. Or not like this. He can ask questions like this, but not when he’s drunk and his words are meaningless.
Saturday morning - March 2023
“Fuck,” Lando grunts, “That was just what I needed.”
You release a bit off the harsh pressure you used earlier. Slowly you massage further. Since you graduated last year, you’ve become Lando his personal masseuse. You’ve been lucky when McLaren hired you for it. Since then you join Lando and his - and your - team to every race. Meaning you can spend a lot of time with Lando.
“I thought so,” you tell Lando smilingly.
Lando lets out a soft moan. Something that can give you weird butterflies sometimes, but now you’re getting used to it. It’s just because your massaging him.
“You seemed pretty drunk last night,” you add.
“Oh god,” Lando grunts, “Please don’t remind me. I have no memories left. Sorry that you needed to pick me up like that.”
You let out a soft disappointed sigh. You already expected this, but still. It would be nice if Lando remembered what he told you last night. It’s nothing new. Things like this happen way too often.
“It doesn’t matter Lan, that’s what friends do,” you tell him to comfort him.
“Hm, friends yeah,” Lando sighs.
“What do you mean?” You ask.
Lando doesn’t really respond anymore. You put a bit more pressure on his abs while massaging him. While you do so you think about multiple weird situations you had with Lando.
“Maybe we can have a night in tonight? After qualifying,” Lando suggests after a bit. “We can watch some movies or something, whatever you like,” he adds.
“I kinda planned a selfcare night,” you tell Lando, “but maybe we can combine it?”
“I’m in,” Lando tells you happily.
“Great!”
Saturday - April 2023
“Y/n, it’s time for my massage.”
You look up surprised. Lando is standing in front of you and Pierre. What is he talking about? You just massaged him earlier. You’re free for the rest of the day.
“Let’s talk further another time,” Pierre tells you.
You just met him. He seemed nice. Maybe you can finally find some other friends on the grid as well?
“That sounds great,” you tell Pierre excited.
You almost start to think that Lando lets out a scoff, but you’re probably wrong. You walk closer to Lando and he takes you with him to his drivers room.
“I already massaged you Lan, what was that about?” You ask him confused.
“I just got a bit of pain in my shoulder,” Lando mutters.
“Okay, can you pull of your shirt?”
When Lando feels your hands on his painless shoulders, he feels happy again. Maybe it was childish, but he didn’t see another way to get you away from Pierre and back to himself.
What’s going on with him?
Wednesday - May 2023
“I think I’m in love with y/n.”
“No shit,” Max sighs, “It took you forever to find out.”
Lando looks at his friend. Was he that transparant?
“So when will you tell her?” Max asks.
“Never!” Lando says quickly. He almost shouts. “What do you think that’ll happen? She doesn’t return my feelings, everything will become awkward and then I will lose her.”
“For fuck sake,” Max sighs, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Max, you have to keep this a secret,” Lando almost begs, “I can’t lose y/n.”
“You’re such an idiot.”
Saturday - June 2023
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Lando moans.
You slowly apply more pressure to his body. Your hands roam around Lando his necks and shoulders carefully. When you come closer to his neck, Lando can’t withhold another soft moan. You start to feel the well known butterflies flatter around in your body.
Lando doesn’t stop. He keeps letting out soft sounds that show you exactly what you’re doing to him. After a bit you notice that you’ll get an even bigger reaction when you massage him on a specific spot close to his neck. You can’t help yourself and don’t stop touching him there. Can it be his sweet spot? You wonder what will happen when you let your lips touch his neck right on that spot. Fuck, you shouldn’t think like this.
“Can you lie down on your back Lan?” You ask a bit later.
Lando shuffles a bit, but he doesn’t move to lie down on his back. You wonder what’s going on.
“Lan?” You ask.
“Give me a few minutes,” Lando tells you.
“Is something wrong? You need to tell me if you feel uncomfortable or painful when I do something,” you say.
“No!” Lando quickly replies, “It’s far from wrong.”
You don’t get it at first, but then Lando lies down on his back. You notice the bulge that formed itself in his pants. Lando doesn’t look at you. Something that comes in quite handy right now, because you’re smile isn’t really professional anymore.
Sunday - July 2023
Lando his qualifying at Silverstone went amazing. He got the second place and that as his home race. This is amazing. Currently the two of you are laying on the couch. You’re feeling relaxed while spending time like this with Lando.
“Maybe I can massage you a bit?” Lando suggests, “Reverse the roles for once.”
“That seems nice.”
Lando helps you to find a comfortable position on his lap. His hands slowly find your shoulders. He’s quick to apply a bit of pressure on them. You let out a soft sigh of relaxation. It’s been way too long since someone massaged you. That’s the disadvantage of being a masseur, everyone always expects you to massage them and not the other way around.
“How does this feel?” Lando asks you.
It feels like his hands are touching you everywhere at once. You haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time. He’s slowly massaging your neck and you can’t stop yourself from letting out a soft moan.
“Like you should do this more often,” you answer Lando jokingly.
You don’t tell him that you already feel yourself getting wet. Fuck. Why does he have to have such big, strong hands? That also feel insanely good on your body?
***
A few hours and a movie and some YouTube video’s later you’re still laying against Lando. The two of you are cuddled up on the couch in your hotel room. Lando plays with your hair while he focuses on the television in front of him. You can’t seem to focus anymore. Your mind keeps filling up with thoughts about Lando.
“I’m glad you’re on my team,” Lando tells you suddenly, “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“You’re the one who’s racing this good,” you reply.
“Yeah, yeah,” Lando says slowly, “but I couldn’t have done any of this without your support. It means the world to me that you’re always here.”
“There’s no place where I would be rather.”
“Promise me you’re in for a long time?” Lando asks you.
Without even thinking about it you stick out your pink. Lando is quick to wrap his own around yours.
“I promise Lan and if you join another team, I’ll do everything I can to join them as well.”
“I’m not going anywhere else if you can’t join me,” Lando says, “If they want me, they get you as well.”
You laugh.
Sunday - July 2023
You haven’t seen Lando for a while now. The two of you are in some sort of night club with a lot of the other drivers. Earlier today Lando got his second place. His first podium of the season. He even drove a couple laps as race leader. Things were amazing. You haven’t been proud, excited and happy like this for a long time. It feels insanely good. That’s why the both of you wanted to celebrate.
“Hi!”
You notice that Pierre Gasly is standing in front of you and just greeted you.
“Hey,” you greet him back.
Pierre and you have know each other for a while now. You can say that you’re friends with each other, but not really close friends. During race weekends you’ll talk with each other, but that’s about it. Still, when you talk to each other it’s nice and comfortable.
“In the mood to dance?” Pierre asks you. You’re quick to nod. Pierre gives you his hand and takes you with him towards the dance floor.
When Lando searches for you, he’s surprised to find you on the dance floor. Until he sees with who you are. Fuck. He lets out an annoyed sigh. Why does Pierre always come close to you? Lando thinks about a way to get you away from Pierre, but he can’t figure out something right now.
“Congrats on the podium!”
Without even realizing it, Lando is hugging with Yuki Tsunoda. He makes a bit of small talk with him, but Lando his eyes never leave you and Pierre. It annoys him that you’re still dancing with him. He needs to figure out a way to get you back to himself.
“Don’t you find them cute together?” Yuki asks him after a while.
Is Yuki talking about you and Pierre as well? Before Lando can say anything, Yuki continues talking.
“Pierre has been planning on taking her out for a while, maybe he’ll finally ask her now,” Yuki tells Lando.
“He likes her?” Lando asks.
Yuki nods.
“Fuck, I knew it,” Lando mutters annoyed.
Without a plan he walks towards you and Pierre. When he stands in front of you two, he’s quick to grab your arm. You are quick to look up. You’re surprised to see Lando in front of you.
“We’re going back to the hotel,” Lando tells you quickly, not knowing any better excuse right now.
“Why?” You ask surprised.
“I’m not feeling well,” Lando lies.
He notices the way your facial expressions change. He starts to feel like a terrible person when he sees your concerned face.
“What’s wrong?” You ask him.
“I’ll explain in the car,” Lando answers with the lack of a better answer.
“Wait, y/n, before you go, can I ask you something?” Pierre asks you.
Lando his grip on your arm firms. He pulls you with him softly. You look at him, still concerned about his well being. “I really want to go,” Lando tells you. He knows what’s coming next, Pierre is going to ask you out. Fuck. He needs to get you away.
“Maybe you can text me it?” You suggest to Pierre, “Lando isn’t feeling well, so we’re leaving now.”
“I’ll just ask you later,” Pierre sighs.
When you’re sitting in Lando his car, you notice that the boy is looking a lot better already. His weird facial expressions from earlier are gone, he almost seems relieved now? Maybe he was overwhelmed with all the attention and loud music?
“What was wrong?” You ask Lando.
“I uh,” Lando stutters a bit, “uh, I uh, I had a.. a uh, a headache. But it’s already getting better now.”
***
“Sooo,” you let out. You have been waiting for a moment to ask Lando something and maybe now is your chance?
“So?”
“Why don’t you like Pierre?” You ask him.
Since you and Pierre have gotten a bit closer, you have noticed Lando his strange behavior against Pierre. He always tries to get you away from him with excuses (?) about more massages. Or he joins your conversation and makes things awkward. What seems on purpose sometimes.
“You always try to get me away from him,” you add while waiting for Lando his reaction.
Lando sighs. Maybe he should just tell you everything. But he doesn’t.
“There’s nothing wrong with Pierre,” Lando replies.
Wednesday - July 2023
“Want to lunch together?” Lando asks you.
“I’m sorry Lan, Pierre asked me to get lunch together earlier today,” you reply a bit disappointed. If Lando only asked you earlier…
“Oh allright, then I’ll see you later. Right?” Lando asks disappointed.
“Yeah, after lunch I’ll be back,” you reply.
“Okay, have fun.”
Friday - July 2023
“We’re still on for tonight, right?” Lando asks you.
“What do you mean?” You ask surprised.
“It’s Friday!” Lando exclaims loudly, “we always have your self care night on Friday.”
“Oh fuck,” you whisper. You totally forgot. Or better said, you didn’t know Lando saw it as a weekly thing. “Pierre asked me out for dinner tonight, I’m so sorry Lan,” you explain, “but I can cancel?”
“You don’t have to,” Lando sighs, “just have fun with Pierre.”
***
Y/n: uh hi
Y/n: can u pick me up?
Lando: where?
Y/n: *location*
Lando: where is that? Who lives there?
Y/n: Pierre
Lando: can’t he bring you home
Lando: you seem to be dating him
Lando: not me.
Y/N: please lan
Lando: Omw
***
“Thanks for picking me up,” you tell Lando when you step into his car.
Lando is quick to notice your sad expression. He wonders what happened inside Pierre his house. When he sees a small tear rolling over your cheek, he knows for sure something happened.
“What’s wrong?” Lando asks you.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you sigh.
“Babygirl,” Lando sighs, “What’s going on lately? We barely see each other and now I’m picking you up from Pierre’s while you’re all sad?”
You let out a small sob.
“I fucked things up,” you cry out.
Lando increases his speed, he wants to get home as soon as possible so he can talk to you properly. He puts his free hand on your thigh and slowly draws some figures on it. When you use both of your hands to hold his, he can’t resist a small smile.
When you’re inside Lando his home, you know Lando still wants answers. He deserves them as well. Together you sit down on his couch. You try to look at Lando, but you can only sob when you do.
Pierre asked you to be his girlfriend tonight. You told him no. Of course you said no. You thought things between you two were just friendly. And there’s Lando. Maybe if Lando wasn’t here, you would have given Pierre a chance. But he’s here. He’s always on your mind. Even when you tried to forget about him, he’s always present in your thoughts.
“What happened?” Lando asks you again.
“I uh,” you stutter, “Pierre uh.. He, he asked me to be his uh.. his girlfriend.”
“Then why are you crying? Isn’t that what you wanted?” Lando asks confused. His body is heating up. He can’t handle it if you’re officially Pierre’s.
“I said no,” you state. This time the words come out a bit calmer.
“Didn’t he accept that?” Lando questions.
You just nod your head this time. When you think back about Pierre his reaction, you shiver.
“Want to talk about it?” Lando asks you.
“Later,” you suggest.
Lando opens his arms for you. It doesn’t take you long before you find your comfortable spot back. You lean on his chest. You’ve missed this.
“I’ve missed you,” you sob.
“I never left,” Lando states, “I just gave you some space with Pierre.”
“I don’t want space,” you sigh.
“What do you want?” Lando asks you confused, “I thought you wanted to date Pierre, so it seemed logical to give you a bit of space while figuring things out with him.”
You don’t think about your answer.
“I want you,” you state.
When the words leave your mouth, you realize the impact of them. Fuck. What did you just do? This is going to be the moment that you’ll lose Lando. You already feel him straighten up, sitting more straight then before. Slowly you seat yourself different as well. Lando looks in your eyes and you can’t look away.
“That’s a dangerous thing to say,” Lando replies.
“I can’t unsay it I guess,” you sigh, “This is just great. I fucked up something even more important now.”
“You didn’t ruin anything,” Lando comforts you, “but you need to explain what happened and what you mean.”
You sigh again.
“I told Pierre I didn’t want to date him, I thought our ‘dates’ were friendly. Then he got mad. He started to talk about all the money he spend on me,” you explain slowly, “I told him I could pay him back, but that wasn’t what he wanted. I don’t know what happened, but I do know I lost a friend.”
“And then I started thinking about you. How I blew you off multiple times because Pierre asked me to do something, I was afraid that I lost you as well.”
“Pierre’s a dick,” Lando scoffs, “and you can’t lose me. No matter how hard you’ll try, you can’t lose me.”
You let out a couple sobs. Lando pulls you closer to himself again.
“What do you mean with wanting me?” He asks you.
“Fuck Lan,” you sigh, “I’ve been in love with you for like forever.”
Lando doesn’t know what he just heard. He asks you again. And again. You keep telling him the truth.
“Fuck,” he says after a while.
“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I knew telling you was a mistake. Please stay my friend.”
“Max was right,” Lando says.
You look at him, confused by the deeper meaning behind his words.
“I should have told you,” Lando continues, “Then all of this would never have happened.”
“Told me what?” You ask confused.
“I’m in love with you,” Lando confesses, “I’ve been for the longest time. That’s why I didn’t like all of your dates, including Pierre.”
Saturday - August 2023
“It always turns me on when you massage me,” Lando confesses.
You laugh softly.
“Remember than one time you massaged me?” You ask Lando. He’s quick to nod. “We both have that problem.”
“Maybe I can massage you again tonight?” Lando suggests.
“That sounds amazing.”
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hi i was wondering if you could do gavi fluff where after he scores his first goal of the season or something and the reader starts crying with how she proud of him she is and it’s all fluffy SHDHFHB x
this one is for you-pablo gavi
pairing: pablo gavi x reader
author’s note:i changed it a bit and this one is about his first goal for barcelona,i hope you don’t mind! thank you so much for requesting this,it’s such a cute idea and i hope you will like this as much as i liked writing this :)
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what is a life without dream? when growing up,everyone looked up to someone as an inspiration. some wanted to be doctors,firefighters,some want to be pilots and be as close as possible to clouds. some literally wanna reach the stars and fly-so they go on to become astronauts. although pablo didn’t wanted to be astronaut or pilot,everyone around him from young age knew sky was his limit. pablo’s dream since he can remember was to play for barcelona under lights of one and only camp nou. dream of million little boys all around the world is about to become a reality for your boy. one of dates he will remember forever is 29th august 2021,when he made his first appearance for barcelona. when you told him he made the history,it wasn’t an exaggeration. just 24 days after his 17th birthday,he became the fourth youngest player to appear for barcelona in la liga. you will never remember how happy he looked when he stepped on that pitch. before the game,he said something that you wrote down when he gets a documentary one day.
“tonight i’m gonna leave my heart on the pitch for every little boy that is dreaming of doing the same. and more importantly,for every girl that believes in them.”
it is safe to say that he fulfilled his promise and you didn’t miss out on a single game ever since then. he was the happiest kid in the world. a thousand things went through his head and he had to admit that he felt bit nervous before. nonetheless,as soon as he stepped on the pitch nerves disappeared when he remembered you were watching him from the stands,as you always did. looking back on it,it was not that long ago when you were still kids. to be fair,pablo is still like a kid but that’s one of the many things you love about him. that is one of things that will never change. not that long ago he broke your window with ball when he was playing on street. even though your dad jokes with him that he still didn’t forgive him for that,everyone knows he loves him like his own son.
a few months went by,but pablo felt like he disappointed you and everyone else around him because he struggled to score. everyone backed him up;from coaches,parents,friend and,of course,teammates in the locker room. his disappointment in himself didn’t go unnoticed by you.after all you knew him better than yourself. everyone noticed his head was down and he wasn’t his usual self. he was undeniably charismatic and light up every room he walked in. naturally,everyone were determined to lift him up just like he did them anytime they needed it.
“your time will come,just be patient and don’t lose your mind over it. i know you wanna prove yourself,but you already exceeded everyone’s expectations and this is only the start.”
“what if i don’t live up to expectations and end up being…average?”
“last time i checked average players don’t start for barcelona at 17 years old and don’t get called golden boy.”
“you are just saying that to make me feel better but thank you.”
“you are adorable when you pout,but seriously don’t be so harsh on yourself.”
“you’re right,enough of pouting…for now. i was thinking,what celebration i should do when i finally score? it’s probably not gonna be today buy yeah…”
“hmm i don’t know,maybe kiss the badge? you always liked to do that.”
“yeah,i might do that one.”
“you know i will always be there and i can’t wait to see that,but don’t stress yourself over it.”
“i love you so much,princesa. are you ready,i don’t want to be late,xavi will kill me.”
“yeah,i’m coming. don’t want you to get in trouble,do we?”
it was hard to point out what exactly gave the impression that tonight would be special,but you just had that feeling. after you found your seat at camp nou before their game against elche,you were soaking up the atmosphere and thinking to yourself that people that have never been at this magical stadium don’t know what are they missing out on. these last few weeks you developed a habit of taking pictures of kids who had pablo’s jersey to show him after games. it still felt so unreal and he couldn’t help but blush everytime you showed him pictures. it reminded him of how proudly wore his iniesta jersey he got for birthday. fast foward to today,now someone is wearing jersey with his name on back. crazy how things can turn around.
you were confident that barcelona will win but in football,anything is possible like pablo always reminded you so you didn’t want to underestimate opponents. first 15 minutes went by quickly and everyone felt more relieved when barcelona scored the opening goal. you were so focused on pablo because you didn’t want to miss anything and truthfully because he was mesmerizing as always. you wanted to take countless photos,but it felt pointless to record during whole match when you can enjoy the moment. thankfully you don’t have to worry about photos because there are tens of photographers on the sideline and you mentally thanked them for their service. few minutes later,you saw him slaloming through their midfield. could this be the moment he was waiting for? it was. for a moment,it felt like the world stopped spinning and the only thing you could hear is announcer screaming his name. you rarely cried,but when you did they were tears of joy. he instinctively kissed the badge and unlike some who do it out of lust,he did it to show undying loyalty to club and fans. to show his loyalty and gratitude for you,he wrote you a message with black marker under his jersey. he revealed “este es para ti princesa<3” and all you could’ve think about is how lucky you were that he was the one that broke windows of your castle. maybe your childhood dreams of being a princess weren’t far-fetched after all. fairytale days were supposed to be over long time ago,yet it didn’t feel like they are ending anytime soon.
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Summary: Sometimes even love is not enough for relationships. But it's fine because you are over it. But getting again in a contact with his younger brother wasn't smart.
TW: slightly coursing , just my really bad writing skills in english so probably even english grammar
Notes: Hey, this is the first time I'm publishing something in english so I'm really sorry for any mistakes I made (english is not my first language), and if you wanna correct me, please do so! I will be glad. Also, i would want to make a series from this, so let me know if i should or if it's really that bad!:)Let me know what are you thinking abou this
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You let out an exhausted breath the moment you stepped into your apartment. Leaving your luggage on the floor you dragged your body to the living room. You felt more than happy when you ended up on your couch. You have been up since five in the morning, the lack of sleep was clearly visible on you. You were more than happy to be back.
Spending Christmas back at home was great, but there were reasons why you moved to a different country, thousands of kilometers far away from your home town 5 years ago. Some people would call it youthful imprudence, you called it a step that needed to be taken. Since that you have been living your best life, at least most of the time.
You took your phone to text your mum that you had made it to your apartment safely. But when you unlocked it the date in the middle of your screen made you frown.
29th of December
Being in a rush since morning you didn't even have a moment to think about anything else than catching your flight and getting back to Paris. But now, when you were sitting on your couch you started to realize…
It was Ethan's 16th birthday today, your ex's brother whom had you been really close to since the first time you met him as an 11 year old boy. And today he was turning 16. A wave of nostalgia brushed over you. You saw your little brother in him. Every time you missed y/b/n, Ethan was there for you. You could do all the stuff you used to do with your brother with him.
That was the one thing that Kylian loved. Seeing you with his family always made him more than happy. Seeing how you were part of his family.
But you didn't see Ethan since August, the last time you talked with him in person was the day when you were moving out of Kylian's apartment. Ethan had that day tears in his eyes. Well, he wasn't alone… Knowing that person who had loved as his sister was after four years leaving his and his brother's life. If he was younger he would be really angry at Kylian. But he was old enough, and he understood that sometimes is love not enough.
So now you were wondering if you should call him or not. He had texted you on your birthday ten days ago. But you felt like a text from your side wasn't enough. That he deserved more than that. So after minutes of thinking you pressed the green icon and started to call.
"Y/n?" his voice sounded surprised.
"Hey, Ethan." You let out a small laugh "I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday." For some reason, you started nervously playing with your bracelet.
"Thank you, I appreciate it." he was silent for a moment. "I thought that you won't call." His voice tone now changed from cheerful to something more sad, and your heart ached.
"I couldn't forget about you. You are still like my brother Ethan." you stopped for a moment. "Even after all of that." now you sounded like someone who will start to cry at any minute.
"Y/n" he noticed so he tried to change the subject. "You know that we didn't have a Marvel marathon in a long time." He mentioned something you used to do when Kylian was away and you both missed him. You always choose a few movies from the MCU which you have binge watched in one sitting surrounded by your favorite snacks and food that you would order earlier. And if Kyliand had a game that day, you would also watch it together.
"You would want that?" now, you were the one who was surprised.
"Why are you surprised ?" before you even responded he continued. "I miss it." for a second time in a few minutes you wanted to cry. Getting all the flashbacks from the past when the two of you used to hang out.
"Okay Ethan, I'm sorry but I need to go now. I will text you later and we will find a date okay?" now you just wanted to end up that call as soon as possible because you are a coward.
"Sure Y/n, I look forward to it." his voice now sounding happier than before.
"Bye Ethan, and in a meantime you should decide which movies we are gonna watch." you tried to sound also happy.
"Bye." were the last words he said before you ended up your call.
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You couldn't fall asleep that night, even though you were really tired... Your head was full of thoughts, calling Ethan wasn't a good thing to do, you should just send him a message instead. But you didn't so, in the end, it was just your problem that Ethan's older brother was stuck in your head.
You hated yourself for that. You thought that it was over. That you are over it. But Christmas really messed up with your mind and hearing Ethan's voice too.
It was the first Christmas in four years that you didn't spend with Kylian. Well, you didn't even wish him a happy birthday this year, but he did to you. You just didn't open his message. He also sent your family a Christmas card, making your mum happy and your little brother sad that he didn't come with you. Y/b/n was too young to understand.
It could be around 3 am when you finally fell asleep. But even in your sleep, you didn't find peace.
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"I'm home Mon amour." you heard your boyfriend's voice followed by his steps. You were sitting at the dining table with your laptop in front of you as you were booking plane tickets.
"Hey babe." you looked up at him, smiling as you saw his beautiful face. Even after four years of dating, you felt like you just fell in love with him. "How was training?" you asked as he bent down to kiss you on your forehead. You wrapped your hands around his neck, making him bend down even more.
"It was fine." he pulled you up while wrapping his hands around you. And kissing you again.
"What are you doing?" you laughed.
"I just wanna some cuddles." he rested his head on your head, squeezing you more into his hug. You let out a little chuckle.
"Okay but I need to finish booking my tickets first, and then we can cuddle okay?" you put a little kiss on his neck. "And you can change into something more comfortable, while I'm gonna finish this." Kylian pulled away with a little frown on his face.
"What are you booking tickets for?" he asked visibly confused.
"I thought that I would visit my family next week. Summer break started for Y/b/n so I could spend some time with him," you answered.
"But we're playing against Nantes next week." he wasn't smiling now. "And I thought that you are going with me."
"I really wanted to go with you, but Y/b/n is after next week leaving for training camp. And then I'm flying to NYC with my work so that's the only week when I can see him."
"Since when are you flying to New York?" he looked almost angry like you didn't tell him.
"I told you like a month ago." he nodded with his head like you didn't. "I really did, you just weren't listening." it's not like it would be the first time he didn't listen to you. But you didn't mind, both of your schedules were so full, that sometimes you weren't able to keep everything in your heads.
"I'm sure you did not, but whatever." he rolled his eyes, while also creating more space between you two. "But we have a game that week, so it's gonna be like what, fifth game in a month that you will miss?" he started to gesture with his hands. You know how much it means to him when you attend to his games, but at the same time, you know that you're doing the best you can.
"Ky, I'm really sorry." you tried to take his hand into yours, but he flinched with his hand away. "It's not like I'm missing your games on purpose. It's just a little bit busier at work and I can't do anything against it." You looked into his eyes. You have known him too well to tell how disappointed he was.
"But you don't need to work. You can stay home with me. You know that money is not our problem." now he put on puppy eyes and bring a conversation to a point that you argued about a few times in the past months.
You loved your job, you were a curator in an art museum. You started to work there as an intern while studying your first year in art major, getting a promotion just in January this year. So of course you didn't wanna give up that now.
"You know that I don't want. What I would do here? Wait for you every day to come back from your training? Following you like a lost puppy for every game? That would not work, we would just lose our minds!" now you were the one who got slightly angry at him. Seeing how his puppy eyes disappeared.
"Bordel de merde Y/n! It's really great to know how much I mean to you! Is it a lot that I'm asking? Having a girlfriend that has a relationship as a priority and not some fucking work? Is it a lot Y/n?! Is it something you can't give me? Even though I would give you the whole world if I could?" he furiously threw up his hands.
"You know it's not like that Kylian!" you watched him in disbelief.
"Do I?" he turned away and rushed thru the doors. "I'm gonna go to Haikimi." then you just heard the slam of doors. First tear rolling down your cheek.
#kylian x reader#kylian imagines#mbappe psg#mbappe imagine#light angst#pov#ethan mbappe#football imagine#kylian mbappe x reader
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Pluto Square = internet observations
The World Wide Web was created on 6 August 1991, in Geneva, Switzerland.
According to the astro-databank, Tim Berners-Lee formally introduced his project to the world on the alt.hypertext newsgroup. This date marked the debut of the Web as a publicly available service. I am going with this date as this is the main … thing for … the world wide web lol.
The internet, as we know it, is a largely Aquarian thing, with the dot-com bubble following as Pluto entered Sagittarius. But since we’re talking about Pluto, we’re going to look at the Internet. I think this is the most important example of what happens during a Pluto square. NOW, we have quite some time before Pluto perfects that square. Something that I am noticing about Plutonian energy is that yes, it is intense in nature. Naturally, you will start to feel the more intense things first, right? It’s how we’re beginning to see the effects of Pluto in Aquarius without it not actually being there yet.
Another thing I’m noticing is that pluto – though intense – likes to ease its way into signs. It usually stops in a sign for a few months, then most of the year, then it starts its 20 year path. That’s what I’m seeing with Pluto – we will spend 80% of the year with Pluto in Aquarius.
Except, of course, September 18th and November 18th. You know. During an election year. Very good news.
[I will write about Pluto in Capricorn thoughts later as this is turning into a ramble, but with Pluto relating to power and Capricorn relating to power structures built – this literally manifesting into power in the corporations and money making interests – I think that will be a very interesting look at those last few months during the election. At this point, I have given up on electoral politics entirely, but! I wonder how that last hurrah in Pluto in Capricorn will feel after spending 80% of the year with the Power materializing into the People.]
Back to what I was saying. Pluto will not yet be at 17 degrees Aquarius for some time, but I can already see changes brewing within the internet sphere.
People are exhausted with the social media sites. The draw of them was to help connect with people you knew in a different, more meaningful way – different than the forums, ircs and Bbs of the time. This was back when anonymity was valued, your art getting posted everywhere meant you made it big, AND there was little financial incentive to tie yourself to your online identity.
I will not pretend I understood the original draw of all of the social medias – I can’t even fathom an inference. I mean, it seemed obvious facebook was about sharing memories and making friends, creating groups and talking to people. IG was about sharing pics quick. YouTube was about recording yourself with rudimentary software and Twitter was about talking about what you were up to.
What. The hell. Happened?
As Pluto has been dipping its toe into Aquarius, I have been seeing a lot more complaints about this. I predicted this, but let’s elaborate in a more meaningful way so that you’re able to apply this with you and your friends.
There’s a lot to think about when it comes to the way that we use the internet. I believe it was Summie who said that gifs used to be just gifs, but now they’re all advertisements in some way. Like a Fresh Prince gif used to be a Fresh Prince gif. But now, it’s a Fresh Prince gif along with Paramount+, so you create that mental connection instantly to know where you *could* watch it if for some reason this dancing image of carlton spurred you into that.
Reminds me of when I watched Fresh Prince on TBS and I noticed that everything was so much faster, and then a few years later there was a reddit post about how all syndicated shows on TBS are like, xyz faster to fit in more ads.
Speaking of GIFs, GIFs used to be artful. 256 colors or less, a beautiful dither. We did so much more with so much less, and I think that’s what I’m trying to get at here.
Of course, with time, things change. That’s what Pluto squares kinda examine if we’re looking at it from an as above, so below perspective. But I don’t think it’s ever been this, shitty…
So many apps have hired psychologists to pick the right colors, use the right hand movements to keep us hooked. The algorithms are trended towards whatever the user is most likely to interact with – good or bad. People are being rewarded for spreading misinformation, DISinformation. Almost all socials (idk about tungle) are feeding every bit of UGC into their own personal LLMs to create … chat bots. Connecting any of these accounts shares data between the socials, and enhances each consumer profile to sell to advertisers.
And don’t get me started about this app listening shit.
No, what’s really infuriating is the apps that intentionally get shittier and then force you to pay for shit you already had previously. The ones that are baiting you into feeling miserable. The bird app is unusable because you have to block 10 people a day, mute 5 words, and lock comments in order to get a semblance of peace. Like, why do I want to use an app that does that? Why do I want to feed into this garbage? Why do I want to constantly get trapped into this machine?
I think in 2024, we’re standing on business as far as understanding the types of stimuli we let ourselves engage with. I feel like this square is helping us understand how far we strayed away – and I believe that with the Aquarius aspect, we’re going back to our roots as far as the internet goes. I see reddit being hyped up, and every time I see it it’s because of its forum like aspects. We could just go to a forum.
I go on forums all the time still. I plan on running one in 2024. I can’t STAND discord (which also uses LLMs) … Skype was always horrible too. Voice chatting, hmmm… well we’ll have to think ab this entirely bc of how GenA/I is working with voices… hmmm…
I feel like Streaming will be big. Public Access is coming back – I feel like there’s a lot of Power to the People and Power to the Demagoguery ass shit going on. Independent music (no spotify/apple music), independent videos (youtube, other apps ARE coming out though. Could YouTube be unseated? In 20 years, YES.) Independent creativity. The problem will *seem* to be the lack of funding, but just like I said earlier – we can do so much, with so little.
But Public Access TV shows are coming. If you haven’t started your stream or your YouTube or whatever, you should! Right now!
We’re straying away from algorithm based trends and aspects and we’re rebuilding our muscles into seeking out the things we believe we will like. I’m going to go back on soundcloud and I’m handcrafting my music tastes again, no algorithms.
[Sorry, another rant: there was nothing worse than me listening to a song and thinking I’m the only one in the world listening to it, and then I would hear it on numerous coworkers spotify radios without our accounts ever interacting. Like I couldn’t even bop to the song. As an Aquarius Venus this is so serious to me.]
Another thing is – we’re going back to internet safety. Four years ago, I had a dream that I needed to change my passwords. I changed them all immediately and told all my friends to do so as well. I’m not sure what happened after – I guess I could look it up. But, that restarted my journey into caring about my digital hygiene. I think that’s a big word in 2024. Digital Hygiene.
But, one thing to watch out for? Tech accelerationism. I am not sure why people are so vested into the end of humanity as we know it. Why do people want to transcend humanity when we haven’t even begun to understand the different parts of ourselves yet? I feel like research into humans is still deeply in its infancy to give up on humanity and the earth like this.
I think for my last little piece, one thing I’ve noticed is that when Pluto goes into a Sign, the connotation of the sign changes RADICALLY from what it used to. I saw this in a tweet (I’ll edit this post with the tweet when I find it) where Capricorns used to be seen as broke and miserable but now they’re seen as money makers, methodical, etc.
Aquarius is seen as futuristic, nostalgic, technological. People and the self. In the book I use for most of my correspondences, The Rulership Book by Rex Bills, and Capricorn and Aquarius had the least amount of rulerships. I think it’s because the outers didn’t really touch either of these signs until the late 20th century, so there wasn’t a lot of things to reference besides the inner planet stuff.
Pluto is the last of the outers to complete this most recent Aquarius transit. I feel like during this time, we will be looking at tech accelerationism and pushing future nostalgia to its limits. As I come up with more theories, I’ll let you know, but I’m excited!
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(I'm not done with this shojo-esque au yet asfkg Sunny is a teen girl and honestly she would draw lil hearts over things with s+b in the middle of them)
pt i + pt ii + pt iii + pt iv + pt v + pt vi + pt vii + pt viii + pt ix
Buggy stared at the blank pages in front of him, trying to think of what to write down. After their last visit, Sunny gifted him with a journal, encouraging him to write his adventures down instead of the two writing letters. She had her own, one decorated with ducks on it whereas his had blue wave-like patterns on it.
Sure, things had been exciting on the ship. He was trying to acquire as much treasure and berry as possible for his own ship while squirreling away more little gifts for Sunny, but where did he even start?
A year had almost passed since they first met. A few weeklong visits were sprinkled in for Buggy's captain to get some work done on his clothes by Miss Pins and her workers. And every visit Buggy came along to see Sunny and every visit ended with Sunny giving his hand a squeeze as she told him she liked him.
He was pretty sure he didn't just like her but that he was falling in love with her.
His fear was what if she didn't feel the same? What if just 'liking' him was just that: she liked him as a friend, nothing more, didn't want a romance with him. She just wanted to be friends.
It was a few weeks after Buggy's 17th birthday. His captain announced they would be stopping by the island for two weeks this time to give everyone a break for all the hard work they've been doing. Buggy didn't think much about it but he made sure his hair was brushed and face clean before he went with his captain to the shop. He had his journal in one hand and a little box in the other, more little trinkets for Sunny that he had collected since they last saw each other.
When he entered the shop he saw Sunny. She was sitting at the table again, working with one of the other apprentices on how to fix a sweater. While his captain chatted with Miss Pins, Buggy remained in his spot, watching Sunny for a moment. He didn't know if he should bother her as her boss made it clear from the beginning she didn't like Buggy.
When Sunny didn't notice him, Buggy's captain finally cleared his throat, catching the attention of both teenagers. Sunny finally looked at Buggy, her eyes lighting up as she smiled. Without warning she got up and rushed over to him, throwing her arms around him as usual as she slammed into him. This time he was ready, managing not to fall or have his body separate. He was able to pop his hands off to keep holding the items before wrapping his arms around her.
"Buggy! Happy birthday!" Sunny said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. His face turned bright red and he almost jerked away but she kept a hold on him. "Let's go celebrate!"
He looked over at his captain who was giving him a thumbs up as Miss Pins looked cross, but at least she wasn't reaching for her gun this time. Sunny pulled away to grab a small bag at the table before returning to Buggy, taking his hand in hers before dragging him out of the shop.
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"Ho-How the hell did you know it was my birthday?" Buggy stammered out as Sunny handed him a sweet treat from a street vendor. He still had his gift for her and journal, making it difficult to hold her hand with the things he carried. Instead she looped her arm around his while they walked.
"Your captain told me your birthday was sometime in August when you were last here." She told him as he led him away from the crowds. "So I made something for you."
"What?! Really?" He had received gifts for his birthday growing up on the Oro Jackson and they were always something useful. What could Sunny have made him? Clothes would have been nice but she wouldn't have had his measurements. The bag was too small for a ship or a hat. He looked at her then at the bag. "What is it?"
She paid for their treat and led him away from the vendor, finding a spot for them to sit. Buggy handed her his journal and box while she took her journal out of the bag and handed both to him. He immediately reached into the small bag, pulling out a square of red and white striped fabric.
"Here, your hair is long so this is meant to keep it out of your face." Sunny told him as she took it from him and folded it into a triangle and gestured for him to turn away from her. He just moved his head, keeping his body still as she placed it over the top of his head and tied the points into a knot at the base of his skull. "There. I thought something practical would be good."
"Thanks." Buggy mumbled as his face turned red and he looked down at the treat she had bought him. How could someone just be this kind and thoughtful?
"Happy birthday." She smiled and took a bite of her snack. "Um, I also wrote in my journal. If you... Want to read it you can, or if you don't I understand! This may have been a silly idea."
"Oh, um. I wrote... Stuff down but it wasn't too exciting." Buggy shrugged as he held up his notebook. Sunny seemed hesitant to share hers but eventually handed it over to him. He eyed her before he opened it up and flipped through some of the pages. She hasn't been writing very much, just fun little doodles of ducks, clothing designs with little notes next to them, and a scribble of Buggy with a Captain's hat and fancy looking coat. There was even a little heart next to him.
When he looked back over at her, she was red in the face and hiding behind his journal. "You can ignore those, um, I just had ideas and stuff about what I thought you would look good in. So um... Yea." She looked away, face still burning. "Just um, yea. I mostly wrote about some customers, some new things I learned, stuff like that. Y'know, stuff to know when I join your crew in a few years."
Oh, oh, was she still considering that? Buggy's own face was turning red as he looked between her and the drawing. She had used some colorful pencils on his scribble, using them to accent certain parts of the hat and jacket. She even colored his nose and hair.
"So you uh, still want to?" He asked as he flipped through the journal, glancing over at her. She was nodding, face still hidden. "Oh, good, because uh," he cleared his throat, "I would really like it if you did." He looked away for a moment before looking back at her. She was looking over the top of the journal, eyes wide as she watched him. Buggy cleared his throat again and straightened up. "Really, okay, because you keep saying you like me, Sunny, and well, I like you too, okay?! So you better join my crew! I'll need the best tailor around, got it?"
She just nodded, lowering the journal as she smiled at him. "I got it, Buggy."
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Normal People VI
I feel like some of you aren't going to like my "creative direction" on this one and I'm sorry for that. But if you've read any of my other work, there's not much I can do about these endings I write.
This last part kind of starts abruptly...kind of ends abruptly too. I recognize that. I just wanted to post and I've had a good chunk of this written since August. I think it's time. I hope you've enjoyed Normal People. You can read the rest here: Normal People. As much as I enjoyed the show, the book, and writing this, I'm looking forward to moving on to my next piece.
“If you break my heart, I think I’ll die.”
He smirked sadly, without humor. “I think if I break your heart...I’ll die, too,” he whispered and gently.
It was mid-October, home for the weekend. Her favorite time of year. It was warm from the fall day, but it was chilling off rapidly in the setting evening sun. That’s when she finally had enough, her favorite time of year. When Harry ruined everything. All the progress that he had made with her at university over the last year and a half...
When he was away from his friends from home, and it was just Niall and some of her friends, he was himself—truly himself. As hurt as she felt, she was also so sad for Harry for not feeling like he could be himself around his friends. Harry was so much better at university than he ever was in their school days.
But it didn’t make the hurt any less awful.
She thought it would be different. So maybe that was her own fault for setting her expectations so high of someone that had only ever let her down at home. Without really noticing, she called Niall. Niall was one of the only people who knew the Harry that she loved so much. The one that didn’t break her heart anymore. “Hey Niall,” she sniffed into the phone.
“Oh...hey princess, y’okay?”
She nodded. “Just...uh...” there was a hollow laugh that escaped her lips at the prospect of crying over Harry and his lack of ability to keep her heart safe. “Just...did Harry ever tell you about us?”
“Yeah...” Niall sighed. Poor thing. “M’sorry, that—”
“How come I’m not good enough?” She interrupted.
Niall frowned as he listened to the sound of her soft sniffles and shaky breathing through the phone. “Oh, princess. You’re too good. He knows that.”
“Then why does he always break my heart?” She whimpered.
Shaking his head, he wanted to smack Harry. Of course, he loved the sweet girl. She was an angel. But Harry deserved her and so much more for himself, only because he had hid his true feelings and emotions for so long. But Niall didn’t want her hurting. Especially because of Harry. No one deserved that—but especially not her. “I don’t know, love. I really don’t know.”
She nodded. “Okay...m’sorry to call and bother you. I just...” she sighed and shook her head. “You know the same Harry that I do.”
“The one that loves you so wholly,” Niall nodded in agreement. He knew what she meant. She shook her head at his words and whispered a quiet no. It felt like agony. It felt almost as bad as when her mom left her. It felt awful. “He does, love. I promise. He’s just an idiot.”
But it didn’t feel like it...it never did. So, she stayed silent.
*
Harry was racing out the door. He wasn’t himself. The guy his friends knew from their school days was long gone. The guy that was just inside wasn’t the same one from university either. That was someone entirely different. Someone that had the confidence to stand up for what he believed was right and for what he thought was wrong. Someone that made a scene and someone that yelled like nothing he’d ever done before.
But he thought it was still too late.
He didn’t stop them from making fun of her again. It was just like the party nearly two years ago. Sarah did more of a number on the stupid guys and catty girls in the group. They watched her with disdain and snickered under their breath. When they finally had the whole place laughing at her expense, she finally lost it. “You’re really not going to say anything?” She asked it so quietly as she looked at Harry expectantly.
He was soundless, blank. His muscles were stiff. Frozen in this horrible moment. He should have done something. Said something. Anything would have been better than absolutely nothing. Sarah silently, telepathically, begged for him to do anything.
Maybe it was too late, but once she was out the door, he caused a scene. A loud one. One that his friends never expected him to produce. Sarah was so proud she could have cried. But there was one friend that said, “If you liked her, why didn’t you say anything?”
Harry wanted to scream.
*
It was a bit later that he found her. It wasn’t like she was missing, and no one knew where she was. It was just sad that no one was looking for her. No one really cared that she left.
But Harry did.
He always did.
She was sitting on the ground. A small blanket from her car was the only thing separating her from the cold ground. She was sitting up straight, her legs outstretched in front of her, and her neck craned almost perpendicular to the ground to stare at the sky.
“Hey kitten,” he said softly. He didn’t want to scare her.
“Do you like clouds?” She wondered.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he got closer to her, and he gazed down at her as she stared up at the endless world in front of them. Her eyes were glassy. They rotated across the view above her slowly, over, and over. He could see from her face that she was thinking so deeply about something, and he wondered what that was.
“’Ve never really...looked at them,” he admitted quietly. He wished he did. Just so it could be one more thing that he understood on her behalf. He glanced upwards now, and sure it was pretty but it was obvious she was seeing so much more than Harry. Something more. She always did.
“I love clouds,” she whispered and leaned back slowly to lie down and could stare at the sky without straining her neck, she was nearly unblinking as she watched the clouds shift before her. “I’ve always been a sky-kinda girl,” she explained. “No one ever really...” she shook her head. “No one I know understood it...except my mom,” she sighed scrunching her face sadly. “No one ever really understood me the way she did,” she whispered quietly.
Harry didn’t know what to say so he just stayed quiet. He was still looking at her, unable to move his eyes from her. She was stunning. Even when sad. He wanted to understand her, he thought he did have a pretty good understanding of her. But how was he supposed to compare to her mum? How could he get her to believe him after that horrific display?
“How can you not...” she shook her head as she trailed off changing her sentence part way through. “The sky is never going to look like this again,” she gestured toward the clouds. Harry finally looked up and really looked. The clouds were fluffy, pink, purple, gray, and yellow. The sun peeked through the thinner parts casting rays along the rest of the sky. It was beautiful. It was like a watercolor painting. “Even in five minutes...a whole new sky,” she mumbled. It was very poetic the way she said it. However, Harry knew she wasn’t just talking about the sky. “I’ve always been in love with the sky,” she told him. Harry didn’t know that. He felt like he knew nothing about her in that moment.
“Yeah?” He murmured. It was all he could get his tongue to say.
“The sun, the stars, the moon. The clouds,” she shook her head. “M’in love with it all.”
While she stared at the sky, the air seemed so quiet, and Harry moved his gaze away from the clouds and back to her. He tried, with everything in him, to see what she saw. And yes, it was beautiful. But nothing compared to her. He wanted to say he loved her. Every part of her. He was in love with it all—but she was more than the sun, the stars, the moon, and the clouds. She was the entire universe.
“How’d you find me?”
“Huh?” He murmured sitting on the ground away from her two feet of space between them.
“Find me?” She repeated.
Harry was silent for a moment. “I... I don’t like t’be too far away from you,” he answered. It didn’t really answer her question. He hoped she would just let it go. He didn’t know how to explain to her that his heart would search far and wide for her. He wouldn’t rest until he knew where she was so he could know she was safe and okay...especially when he was the cause of her heartache.
“Oh,” she said softly. “Why?” She wondered.
He shook his head. “Something...something about you, love,” he mumbled.
There was just the sound of the light breeze whooshing past their ears for a moment. “I wish you figured that out years ago,” she said quietly. His chest hurt. He deserved that. “Y’know Harry, I always thought that you liked me,” she whispered bravely. “And I thought that was ridiculous because you were popular and lovely, and I was weird, smart, and quiet.”
“You are lovely,” he whispered. She seemed to pretend like she didn’t hear him.
“And then you kissed me, and I was so sure...and...” she shook her head trailing off, devastated again.
“Kitten,” he said softly. She didn’t need to finish her thoughts. He knew what she wanted to say.
She ignored him. “You can leave,” she said softly. She didn’t want him there anymore than he wanted to be there, she was sure.
Don’t go. Don’t leave her...again. Harry felt compelled to respect her wishes. To leave her alone and let her sit alone. But it was chilling rapidly. He had already left her once at that party and he regretted it so intensely, it still hurt even though she was right in front of him.
And the sky was almost as beautiful as she was.
And he hadn’t told her as such.
“I can’t,” he croaked. He felt so horrible for being too late. For not saying what he was feeling for not...for letting them treat her that way. Even after all these years. It made him sick. She turned her head and looked at him. “I can’t leave you, kitten.”
“M’sure I told you to stop calling me kitten,” she shook her head. She was exasperated. He watched the way her shoulders shook against the chilly air. He wanted to hold her. Wanted to warm her. The only thing he wanted was to touch her.
He winced. “Yeah...I can’t do that either.”
“Please leave,” she whispered.
Don’t. “Kitten.”
“Harry,” she sighed.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, and Harry propped himself to his knees beside her. He turned his body toward her. He wasn’t going to mess up. She glanced at him momentarily, sucking her lip into her mouth. She kept her eyes above, staring at the clouds ever changing and moving. The breeze was picking up, icing the air and surely her skin. Harry wanted to wrap his arms around her more, keep her warm and safe the way he never had before. She didn’t respond to his apology. “Kitten,” he said quietly.
“Harry, I swear to God, stop with the kitten.”
“No,” he said firmly. “I can’t. You’re my...” he shook his head. “I’m so sorry I was horrible t’you. But you’re my kitten. I can’t ever stop. Even if y’never forgive me—you’ll always be m’kitten.”
She felt her eyebrows pinch together, she stared at him soberly for a long moment. It felt like time had frozen there as the sun dipped further behind the clouds. The pink sky turning gray and dark, readying for the stars to appear.
Had he really been carrying this guilt all this time? Didn’t he know she was friends with him because...? Harry was intelligent, surely, he wasn’t this inept. “Harry... you’ve always been forgiven.”
He blinked. It felt like time had stopped. “What?”
“It was school, Harry. I can’t blame you...the hormones, the people, the...everything...it wasn’t your fault.”
Harry felt the air escape his lungs. “No,” he shook his head. “No, love...you can’t...you can’t give in that easily. I don’t deserve you and I was s’horrible t’you. If you jus’—”
“Harry, you weren’t horrible to me,” she shook her head. “There wasn’t a single day I spent with you that wasn’t the best day of my life,” she sounded irritated. “I don’t want to be in love with you, but I can’t help it. But it’s killing me. I don’t want to be in love with you anymore. I’m just...waiting for the inevitable heartbreak.”
Harry was still and silent. He wanted to cry. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want her to wait for that. It didn’t have to be like that. “Love.”
“Harry, it hurts so much to be this in love and only for you to be scared and not reciprocate it.”
He nodded. “I know,” he winced; he didn’t understand the torment she was feeling due to his lack of attention or help. But he understood the torment he was feeling due to his own stupidity. Losing her would be the worst mistake of his life. “I wish...”
She sniffled and Harry realized she was crying. “I wish too,” she whispered. “You’re...my best friend. And I don’t want to lose you.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I think tonight was proof I would...I mean. Can you really say that you’re not worried? They’re not going to go away. And for whatever reason they don’t like me.”
“I want nothing t’do with them, then, kitten. You’re m’whole world. M’whole life,” he explained.
She shook her head. “I don’t think it’s enough, Harry. I can love you and love you and love you but it’s just...”
He felt so defeated. Keep fighting. It was one tiny voice in his head shouting at the top of his lungs. It seemed useless. She was right in some ways. She had no reason to believe Harry could change after his performance. It seemed like the fight was futile. But he wanted her.
He wanted her something fierce.
“When was the last time we kissed?” He asked.
She blinked at him; it was so sudden. “What?”
“When did we kiss last?”
The blood rushed to her cheeks turning them pink like the sky but Harry wanted to kiss her until she was redder than a firetruck. “Harry...”
“Kitten, please,” he begged.
“You can’t fix us with a kiss.”
He leaned forward and cupped his hand against her face. She gasped softly and tried to pull her head away ever so slightly. “It won’t be one kiss.”
She looked so sad. “Harry...”
“Kitten,” he croaked and closed his eyes. He felt like the air in his lungs was solidifying as he tried to breathe. “If you really don’t want to, I won’t. But I have to try,” he told her. “You’re my whole world.”
She gazed at him, his hand on her cheek, and her eyes so mistrusting. “I’d rather you be my best friend than lose you because you don’t love me.”
“I adore you.”
“Do you think that’s enough?” She asked.
“It has to be.”
Swallowing she placed her hand over his against her cheek. She turned her head toward his palm and brushed her lips against it. “If you break my heart, I think I’ll die.”
He smirked sadly, without humor. “I think if I break your heart...I’ll die, too,” he whispered and gently, with the touch of a butterfly brushed his lips over hers. Her eyes closed and she seemed to melt into him.
“S’really cold out here,” she whispered.
He nodded and kissed her a little more deeply, wrapped his free arm around her, pulling her to him in hopes of keeping her warm. “Were y’gonna sit out here all night and freeze?”
She shook her head and smiled softly. “Guess I knew you would come around,” she admitted.
Harry sighed with relief. “M’glad you knew.”
Wrinkling her cute little nose, she leaned in and kissed Harry once more. “I think your kissing needs some work.”
“M’a bit out of practice.”
“Hmm,” she hummed and kissed him again.
“Let’s get you warm.”
“I’m pretty warm now,” she told him.
He nodded. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
With his forehead pressed to hers he grinned and then kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you,” it was so simple to say. Easy. So entirely easy. From far away they looked like a normal couple. Ready to watch and wish on shooting stars. There was silence between them, the air seeming to warm around them and Harry’s declaration. He would wait forever for her to say it back to him. Even if she just said it several times over, it meant something different now that Harry could say it.
“I love you too,” she answered finally. Harry sighed with relief and kissed her more.
There was nothing normal about them.
But she wouldn’t want it any other way.
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163 (11/19 late)
Oh God. I can't quite put all the words together yet to accurately describe how this feels, or what I'll do with myself. I don't know. Grieve, I guess, as we all are. Change. Let go. But oh, God.
I skipped writing one of these for my last visit back in August, which of course I now regret. I wish I had written everything down, every visit. But alas. Anyway, back in August dear wonderful Emily Oldak surprised me and showed up as matron. And if that's the last time I enter that hut, OK. OK.
Mostly I spent this visit walking around and shaking. I thought I'd feel compelled to do everything, see everything, start my goodbyes, but I wasn't. I couldn't cry, either, because I was just happy to be there, in those dearly beloved familiar halls that have formed so much of the landscape of my life over the past 12 years. It's been somewhere to hide, somewhere to celebrate, grieve, and be safe. Looking back over past recaps, the word I used most to describe this place was "sturdy." It was a place where, no matter what was happening on the outside, I could say, "Well, at least I've got...." And losing that is scary.
I had this overwhelming urge to hug the walls, as in quite literally wrap my arms around them and hold on for dear life. Thank you, beloved old friend, thank you.
One of my favorite residents is the coyote in the fifth floor laundry room. I have a vivid memory of being so startled by him on my first visit that I screamed. Over the years I've often stopped by to give him nose scratches or pets, but this time I sat next to him on the floor, wrapped my arms around his neck, and just sat there for as long as I could without looking like a lunatic. Was nice to have something to cling to. I've never noticed before that he has a friend who stands on top of the lockers.
I've become obsessed with what I've never noticed, and with the feeling that as time slips away from us there will always be things I never knew, pieces I never put together, things that were obvious to everyone else that I never figured out. That never used to stress me out before. I guess I figured we'd always have time.
Aaron Samuel Davis is a wonderful Boy Witch. It's been years since I saw the pool table solo, and even longer since I saw the shower scene. Do all Boy Witches throw their shoes in the sink?
My first love, believe it or not, was Bald Witch. She's not really someone I've paid all that much attention to since reopening, but I like Micaela so I stayed after the first ball to watch her dance with Macduff. It never occurred to me that the bird cry is likely Hecate calling her up to the fourth floor
I love you, green light that sweeps down during the rave.
Taylor is a great nurse - the first I've ever seen bust out the maskography.
As I usually do when shows are crowded, I spent most of my time on my favorite floor drifting around and reading patient files. There was a new one I'd never seen - Sara Matthews, who poisoned all her children and now keeps muttering something about her mother and a lighthouse. Her husband's name is Jonathan but she'll freak out if you mention him. She's receiving regular shock treatment.
I spent some time just sitting on Lady Macduff's bed in their apartment downstairs. How have I never noticed they have a front door? Anyway, I sat there squinting at her Latin Bible passages and the spray of dried flowers above her bed. I've never really questioned why the Macduffs sleep in separate beds, though of course I've always known they do. I only just recently learned the meaning of the pin candle, too. She's waddling proof that their sex life is somewhat intact, but I don't think it's a coincidence that she has the bedroom of a little girl, or that the flowers above her bed are all dead. Beautiful drunken pregnant lady, I will miss you most of all. Anyway, as I was sitting there, I turned and saw a doorway full of white masks staring at me.
No matter what I do I can't shake the feeling that this will end and I will somehow have never understood this place, never have done it "correctly," never actually seen what's in front of me. And as time slips away from us (as, of course, it's been doing all these years), I feel compelled to stuff as many visits between me and the end as possible. Which is to say I'll be there Saturday late.
At some point between now and 1/28 I'll probably end up on the floor somewhere just muttering, "I love you, don't leave me," but we're not there just yet.
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I FINISHED TNG!
please clap.
i never actually did an update on my thoughts post since season 3, so i figured before i watched the movies i'll do a summary of my thoughts on the show.
first off it apparently took me over a year to finish it since i started in july of 2022, and it's now august of 2023. this isn't because i didn't like it or anything, i just kept doing other stuff and unlike with tos, i wasn't watching it WITH someone, so i wasn't on a schedule of any kind. however i did enjoy the show, i grew to like the characters quite a lot and i was invested in their stories. it was definitely a different vibe to tos, while tos is quite episodic, campy, and a bit dated, tng is less campy, a bit less episodic, and slightly less dated lol. it did kind of annoy me that we would start to get these longer arcing plots and then they would be abandoned or forgotten. for example at the beginning of the show it seemed like riker and troi were going to have a lot more "drama" in the show but nothing really happened with them, and then at the very end of the show they put her with worf and don't really explore that fully. i don't just mean romantic pairings but that's an example of what i mean. there was also just a general quality difference in episodes, maybe it was more noticeable here than in tos since tng was longer, but towards the end of the show in particular we got really good episodes followed by quite shit ones. by the time the show ended i didn't really feel like it was ready to end, if that makes sense. i feel like it was always toeing the line between being episodic and being a show with long plots. in general -- was fun. i had a good time. i've forgotten a lot from the beginning but oh well.
here i'll give my thoughts on the characters since that's what i used to do. in no particular order:
picard: i really don't have many strong opinions about him, some episodes he definitely was more entertaining than others. i think i would have liked to see him fail more often because generally he seems too capable at times. i do enjoy the rare moments where he loosens up. despite the longer screentime he had i weirdly feel like he has less depth than kirk? let me know if this is a crazy take but i don't feel like picard is a particularly complicated man, he doesn't seem like he has a lot of inner turmoil or conflict about things, meanwhile kirk is going through it at all times. not to constantly compare the two but. well, i just did
troi: the most beautiful woman in the world i'm such a whore when i look at her. when she got a real uniform i whooped and hollered and when she become a COMMANDER bitch?!?!?! i really do wish they did more with her character she had sooooooo much potential with being half-betazed and they never really give it the exploration it deserves, they use it when its convenient and forget when it isn't. i feel like if we had gotten one more season she could have really shined but they were like i know let's spend the last couple of episodes we have with her making her date worf i guess. also why did they give her mom so much trauma. that wasn't nice.
worf: i grew to like him more and more as the show went on, like whenever i would realize the episode i was watching was going to be a worf-focused episode i would get excited. he's one of those unintentionally funny characters which makes him entertaining, but i also find it interesting seeing the way he balances his klingon heritage with his role as a starfleet officer. i love how much he loves being a klingon, and how he always wants to teach other people about it and let them, in turn, learn more about him. he cares deeply and he tries hard even if he doesn't get it right. i know he's in ds9 so i'm happy to see more of him when i finally get to that
riker: we didn't get enough of him tbh. it felt like there would be multiple season gaps between his solo episodes. like for someone who is the first officer he didn't feel very relevant to the show, they stopped caring about his character after a while. he would have maybe a small arc in certain episodes but he was mostly there because he had to be? maybe the sporadic way i watched is effecting my memory on this. but i really like him, i think he's funny and i like his rogue tendencies.
geordi: we also didn't get enough of geordi. i love him but i feel like i barely know anything about him. but i love how genuinely kind and caring he is, and he's also in the scotty position of "the ship would fall apart without him" i feel like every episode picard would be like geordi fix this! help! also i wish he would have kissed the android.
data: hey it's the android. i love this dude. however i am getting a little overexposed to the dude and i know the movies are only going to continue that. idk why by s6-7 they were like "we're out of ideas for data. what if he liked killing and hurt his crewmates and was maybe evil" which is so lazy. like it would all somehow get resolved by the end and everyone would just move on like data wasn't a genocide machine two minutes ago. the finale reminded me of the way data used to be, where he would constantly ask people questions and say obvious things, and i realized i really missed that. he has dreams and shit now he's not really as compelling. he's been a human to me from day 1 so they didn't need to do all that. however brent spiner continues to be very funny.
beverly: um she certainly was there. don't get me wrong i like her but i feel like i never had any strong attachment to her. she didn't get many solo episodes and the last one i can remember (with the fucking. ghost?) was not good. yeah i can't really think of anything else to say. she's fine.
wesley: ok i know he like left the show after a certain point but i would be remiss to mention again that his arc did not end in a good way and he should get to take a NAP why does he have to keep being SO SPECIAL. also why does anyone ever hate this kid he was like 12 he literally was so non offensive to the show. but i did really like every time he came back after wil wheaton left i feel like wesley brings a new perspective to the show that is needed.
honorable mention ro laren: she's my icon right now so i feel like i have to mention her. i would have loved to see more of her in the show, i found her character really compelling and complex. i liked how she was always a bit of a bitch. i'm on the fence of how i feel about her arc ending, i feel like the episode with geordi and the one where she was turned into a kid both were made to help her feel more like the enterprise could be a home for her. they didn't give me much reason to believe otherwise? i don't care about her leaving, i liked that both her and wesley left starfleet even if the show didn't have the time or capacity to explore it, but i didn't fully believe her reasoning. but i loved every time she was there.
i have probably forgotten. many things. i was in the sun all day and maybe have heat exhaustion. but i'm starting generations in like 10 minutes and i realized i needed to make this post before i watched it. thank you for coming along on this year-long journey of me watching tng. we did it boys
#when i finish the movies i'll be able to follow people who post tng stuff#then i can add my thoughts to those posts as they come up#for now have the brain soup#tng lb#tng#sam's thots
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i try to keep it light n breezy on here, but i think i need to write some shit down somewhere. so here is a dreary little tale
so in august of last year, i had covid. it felt like a two-week-long flu, but then it was over. a year ago FUCKING PRECISELY, the Problems started. i went to multiple doctors, but no one paid me any attention, and i was told not to make a fuss, everyone was having post-covid these days, and it'd all go away by itself. further, in a breathtaking display of shittiness, my dad told me to stop being selfish and burden my mother (who, after all, has actual problems!) and himself with my shit. so i gave up. i tried to go on with my life as if nothing had happened, to get a job and finish college, and hoped that the Problems would indeed go away by themselves.
since then i have sat by and watched my body get weaker and weaker and it scared the shit out of me, but there was literally no one who would listen to me or believe me. i lost what little endurance i started out with until i couldn't make the 10-minute walk to the grocery store without almost passing out. i did faint in the grocery store, actually, and i just went home and told no one bc they would have just told me it was my fault, that if i exercised, or kept a proper sleep schedule, or what the fuck ever, i would be in the bloom of my health. for a year now, randomly, my heartbeat goes weird. i started getting dizzy spells out of nowhere with no apparent cause. i live alone. i was frightened all of the time of the day i'd just not manage to take care of myself anymore. i was convinced that if i asked my friends or boyfriend for help, they'd believe i was lying too. i had no idea what was going on with my body. post-covid can, it looks like right now, manifest any fucking symptom ever, which means it could also be anything else.
because the dizziness was getting so dire i barely dared to leave the house anymore, i decided to try seeing my gp again. this time they discovered i'm so fucking anemic it's like a dracula stole half my blood away. after i was Urged to go to the hospital, i arrived at an ER bursting with people and naturally presumed i'd have to hang around for a couple hours, but after i showed them my blood test results i was absolutely Rushed into observation. i got an iron transfusion and am on several new meds as of last week.
today there was an article in the paper (yeah, my parents still subscribe to the local paper) on the one dude in this area who treats post-covid. it lists every symptom that i have. it also says that apparently somehow covid fucks with whatever it is that makes red blood vessels. this could have been explained to me a year ago. it wasn't. i had to let it get exceedingly bad to be deemed worthy of help. that doctor doesn't even have a solution yet. just "eat beets, take walks, and exercise a bit but not too much". i still took the article and put it in my journal bc it's the first thing i've seen in a year that has validated me.
so here i am. my health is in the toilet. i am an absolute twitching anxious mess. even if everything goes perfectly with the new meds (which it rarely does for anyone, does it) it may take weeks or even months until i get to just feel normal again. i still get dizzy every day. sometimes i have a hard time focusing on reading or writing. i can't work. i can't do anything strenuous for fear of passing out. i'm staying with my parents because i'm not sure, if i went back to my apartment, if i could manage to keep myself alive. i haven't seen my boyfriend in weeks. there are friends i'm not meeting, ladies i'm not going on dates with, parties and other events that i'm missing. every time i have to text someone saying i'm not well enough to go out quite yet, i'm afraid they'll get tired of my shit and stop contacting me. my life is basically on hold until further notice.
and there are still people who have been hit way worse by post-covid than me. i am at least not bedridden, and i still have my sense of smell and taste, and it seems like my symptoms can be improved. i'm not saying this to self-flagellate, i'm saying it because it's ludicrous how callously the whole disease gets treated. people want covid as a whole out of sight and out of mind so that we can all be such productive little cogs in the capitalist machine and act like the pandemic is over. tons of people are still catching it. others will never be the same from the aftereffects of it, and there straight up is no cure for that. like what is fucking wrong with us as a world that we consider that acceptable collateral damage. for what, even? just so that we can continue avoiding taking stock of the current episteme that Does Not fucking work for most of us in the first place? just so that somewhere, for the gratification of someone, line go up? why was it so important for us, a year or so ago, to reestablish this figment of normalcy when, again, what was normal was already not working out?
#posts by me#it's nice that people like me and want me around but every ''when are you coming back? when can we hangout?'' text is stressing me tf out#like idk. soon hopefully. i'm at the ''cautiously trying to run errands for half an hour without fainting'' stage rn#i haven't figured out how to live like this yet. sometimes it seems hardly possible.
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How does a Figure Skating (Senior) Season look like? - A guide for YoI fanfic writers
Since Yuri on Ice mainly deals with the Grand Prix Series and other competitions are only mentioned as a side note, I've noticed that many writers seem to struggle with how a season in figure skating looks like. So here is what I've gathered from my years of watching and research!
Disclaimer: I am only human and I make mistakes. I am by no means saying that this is to be accepted as truth without question. If there are any errors, please tell me and I'll fix them!
The new season starts on July 1st. Hence the July 1st cut off. That means that anyone who hasn't turned 15 by June 30th isn't elligable for Senior competition that season (Which means that even though Yuri Plisetsky was 15 for the World Championship we see in Episode 1, he wasn't allowed to compete there).
On July 1st or the end of June is also when we usually get the Grand Prix Assignments. There are 6 qualifying competitions + the Grand Prix Final.
The 6 qualifying competitions usually are:
Skate Amerika (USA)
Skate Canada International (CAN)
Internationaux de France (FRA) (This season called Grand Prix de France...no one knows why...)
Cup of China (CHN)
NHK Trophy (JPN)
Cup of Russia/Rostelecom Cup (RUS)
This season (22/23) the Cup of China and Russia are replaced (for obvious reasons) by the MK John Wilson Trophy (GBR) and the Grand Prix Espoo (FIN)
The location of the Final changes every season. This season it's in Torino in Italy.
So in July we get the Assignments. Funniest thing about that and something I think is worth including in stories is: The skaters find out the same way we do. By either camping on twitter and waiting for the ISU to tweet that they uploaded them, or by refreshing the website every 5 minutes around the time they or some other source said they'd drop them. This season the assignments dropped on July 22nd...it was nerve wrecking...poor skaters...
The ISU is also located in Switzerland. Assignments drop between 3 and 5 pm. So worst case, Yuuri and Viktor will stare at twitter at 1am in Japan waiting for the ISU to ge their shit sorted out. That's what the triplets where shown doing in the anime xD
But the Grand Prix Series isn't the first thing that happens. For starters, let's look at national competitions...
As for Japan...
First of all, if your skater isn't already qualified for nationals by placing well enough at them the year before (the medalists get "seeded" by the JSF), they need to go to Regionals first (Like Yuuri when he finished 11th at Nationals after the GPF). That's late September, early Oktober depending on the region.
Now, Yuuri technically would have needed to also go to Sectionals after that! Which isn't shown in the anime! That's in late Oktober. Unless Yuuri does finishes on top at sectionals, he's not going to Nationals...
But that wasn't shown in the Anime because it would have been repetitive and Sectionals also overlap with the first two GP events a lot.
As for Russia...
I honestly never cared enough. The men weren't interesting enough imo and Russia is the reason women's singles stresses me tf out and I barely watch it...
But as far as I know, to qualify for Nationals they need to compete in 2 out of 5 stages of the Russian Cup Series. It functions similarly to the ISU Grand Prix. Skaters are seeded immediatly if they are assigned to the ISU Grand Prix or qualify for the Junior GP Final. So neither Viktor, nor Yuri needed to bother with that.
Beforehand however, there are the test skates. They are in early September and that's not a competition. It's literally just a televised program announcement and they get fedback. No points, no medals.
August - December:
Another type of International competition is the Challenger Series. Skaters who are not assigned a GP Event may go there instead. They are ranked below the GP Series and there isn't a final. But the ISU recognizes Personal and Seasons Bests there aswell as World records. Nebelhorn is also used as the final qualifying competition for the last remaining olympic spots.
Most well known are:
US International Skating Classic (USA)
Lombardia Trophy (Italy)
Autumn Classic International (Canada)
Nebelhorn Trophy (Germany)
Ondrej Nepela Trophy/Memorial (Slovakia)
Finlandia Trophy (Finland)
Golden Spin of Zagreb (Croatia)
Oktober - December
What you've all been waiting for: The Grand Prix Series
As mentioned before, 6 qualifying competitions: Skate America, Skate Canada Int., Internationaux de France, Cup of China, NHK Trophy, Cup of Russia/Rostelecom Cup. Not always in that order.
They get assigned spots based on their placing in worlds or their ranking in ISU standings. So, unlike I first thought when I watched the Anime (I did not know about the GP Series before), regionals did not matter for Yuuri's Grand Prix spots.
If it had been a minimum score issue, Yuuri would have needed to go to a challenger, like Nebelhorn for example.
If I'm totally honest...I don't know exactly how Yuuri got two spots at all? I just accept GP assignments as they come because I don't really understand how they work... It was either the come back rule, or Yuuri got invited by either China or Russia in addition to his guaranteed spot? I have no clue...he got two, I'm not questioning that further because I legit don't understand. Feel free to enlighten me ^^'
Anyway...skaters can compete in max. 2 competitions. Unlike suggested in YoI, there are actually 12 skaters at each event (8 for pairs).
In the end 6 qualify for the final. There is a point system in Place:
At each event, skaters get awarded points for their placement.
place: 15 points
place: 13
place: 11
place: 9
place: 7
place: 5
place: 4
place: 3
The skaters with the highest amount of points advance to the final. If there is a tie, there are several rules to break the tie. For example: Mickey placed 3rd in both of his events and therefor got 22 points. Yuuri got 2nd and 4th and therefor also had 22 points. But since Yuuri placed higher than Mickey in one of his events, Yuuri advanced to the final.
Then the final takes place in early to mid December.
December:
Important for YoI are Japanese and Russian Nationals, which usually fall around Christmas each year. That's where it is determined who is send to the Four Continents or European Championships, aswell as the World Championships.
January/Feburary:
That's when 4CC/Euros usually take place. I suggest looking up dates for the year you are setting your story in or just decide yourself if you want. It's fanfiction after all :D
Also usually in Feburary if relevant: The Olympics.
March:
Late March are the World Championships. And with that the competitive season ends. Unless you want to include the Team Trophy...but I don't really bother with that.
April-July:
ICE SHOWS!!!! :D Or: how competitive figure skaters actually earn money
Resources for further research:
Wikipedia is your friend :D
Also if you want to use an IRL competition as a guide for scoring, program layouts etc... just google "ISU results (insert competition you want to use)". A page should come up that has detailed results with scoring sheets. E.g. Worlds 22
Another Note:
For ISU events the starting order for the short is as far as I understand usually determined by draw. The groups are seperated by ISU rankings. So the first 6 in the standings will be skating in the last group, and draw from the last 6 starting numbers.
For the free there usually is reversed starting order (like in YoI, the person who placed first in the short skates last), though I have also heard that sometimes they draw again based on those standings that time.
Also, there is an exhibition gala and a banquet after almost each of these competitions ;)
I hope that this was a little helpful :D Happy watching and happy writing <3
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"It’s all about the money."
Login Lines:
"...Yes, yes, I'll be sure to attend your party later this week. Thank you ever so much for your time. *sighs* How I detest the fact that I have to appease these sycophants. They are all the same: they simply wish to be seen with me, or they want something from me. *sighs* What's next on the agenda, Hino-san?"
"Hmm... 'prepare for my birthday celebration'? ...Hino-san, did you purposely leave this off my calendar so I wouldn't know today is my day of birth? ...You wanted me to see this last since I'll have the rest of the day free? ...Very well, I'll accept this, but please give me some notice next time."
Voice Lines:
*Sighs* "Maybe I should have kept quiet about today being my birthday. It seems every time it comes around, more and more people try to bring me meaningless gifts in an attempt to gain my favor. And they're all of low-quality too. But considering they are all commoners, my expectations weren't very high to begin with."
"...Still, I suppose there's something to be said for gifts that come from the heart instead of being bought off of a shelf from a store just because it's convenient. I can't even recall the last time my parents gave me a gift that wasn't just money or some expensive piece of jewelry. The only person in my family who actually gave me something of actual worth was my brot... gah! Why am I remembering useless things like this?!"
"My parents are planning a large party for my birthday, as they do every time my birthday rolls around. I'd ask if it were possible to just have a small one, but I'd just be wasting my breath. They'd give me the same speech they always give about how important it is to 'make a good impression' or 'uphold the Chōten legacy'. Different day, same thing..."
"Thank you, Karada. I'm glad to see you've stopped by. ...Yes, it's hard to believe we've associated with each other for such a long time. Honestly, I'm glad I decided to speak with you. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have gotten to know you. You are... a good friend. ...Yes, I do mean that."
"And what is this now? ...A phone screen magnifier? For viewing my phone up close? ...And pray tell, why exactly would I need this? If I want to watch movies, that is what my 64-inch flat screen is for. ...Very well, I'll accept it. I suppose it would be good to use when I'm FaceTiming someone."
"Ah, Luis. For the second time in a year, you've actually made it out for my birthday. Keep this up, and I may start to think that you actually value me. ...Ha, so you aren't able to stop Karada from dragging you out of your restaurant? Aren't you older and taller than him? Sorry, but I don't buy that excuse."
"Fine, I'll keep my comments to myself in exchange for the gift that you've graciously bought for me. So, what is it? A... food smoker? ...Luis, are you sure you didn't buy this for yourself? Did you forget that I have chefs cook for me? Why would I ever use this? ...It can also be used for cocktails? ...Fine, I'll give it a try. But FYI, if I don't like this thing, I'm giving it to my head chef."
Karada Lines:
"Happy birthday, Tomi! Man, I tell you, I can't believe we've only known each other for only seven years! It feels so much longer! ...Yeah man, I'm glad you spoke to me too! You're a good guy, despite what anyone else says and thinks. ...Aww! Thanks, Tomi! That means a lot to me, man!"
"Here's your birthday gift! I'll admit, I had trouble finding something good, but I saw this in a catalog and realized it would be good for you. It's a phone screen magnifier for viewing your phone screen up close. Pretty nifty, huh? ...Well, I mean you may not want to use your TV all the time. And it's not just for videos, you can also use it when you're browsing the Internet or something. Great, glad you like it, man! Happy birthday again!"
Luis Lines:
"Yeah yeah, happy birthday, Tomi. ...Oh, don't get a big head. You're not that important to me. I'm only here because of Karada. Honestly, if he hadn't reminded me that today was your birthday, I would have forgotten. ...Keep running off at your mouth, and I'll take this gift I bought you back with me. Your choice."
"Good. So... here. It's a food smoker. You use it to blow out smoke onto food and drinks to give it a nice aroma. ...It's not just for your food, smartass. I just said you can also use it for your drinks, like cocktails. ...Fine, whatever. I gave you a gift, which means I'm done. Now, I'm heading out. Happy birthday or whatever, you ungrateful ass."
#hypmic#hypnosis mic#hypnosis microphone#hypmic oc#hypnosis mic oc#tomi chōten#karada kessaku#luis kōkyū#jet set trio#aoyama division#happy birthday tomi 2023#alternative rap battle#hypmic arb
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six hundred and eighty: 2023
so the weekend i saw yuan and had so much fun in SF, was the last weekend cory was alive. that’s when i wore this outfit, which i remember thinking i’d capture in a picture and post here. but then everything changed. that was the weekend of october 7th. so when cory died peacefully in his home, thousands of palestinians were being killed in theirs. they still are. what a bizarre, sick time. a time not to celebrate, but to grieve and lament and witness.
2023 has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year—and i mean that sincerely, but i also don’t. there were good things too. not just the shiny, post-to-the-gram things like promotions and vacations, but ordinary good things we learn to take for granted.
i saw the sun rise again and again. i ate good food, some of which i cooked. i got to see a lot of the people i love in person. i talked to some of them on the phone. i read more books this year than i read in the previous two years combined. i listened to great music and watched great (and terrible) movies.
there were some moments where i felt, surprisingly, like it would all be okay. this incredible lightness that must be love, god, whatever. i want to bottle that feeling and drink it like water, like my entire life depends on it. i think it does.
in january, i went on a handful of first dates with men and women. that's when i met E, and at first it was great. by march, when i got my first wisdom tooth extracted, i noticed her distance. but it was fleeting, only when she had guests from out of town, or when she went out of town, when work piled up, when life was happening, so i ignored it. by may, we were exclusive, which i largely orchestrated and i thought i'd feel better by then. i didn't. i flinched when my phone would buzz. i wanted to hear from her and also never hear from her. by july, i had everyone i love telling me to end things. so i did. baby's first initiated break up. it was a clean break. i felt good and strong and also foolish. i remember my hands shook the day after and i was so out of it, that i had a small accident.
i turned 31 this year, but i was 30 when this all happened and i hated it. i hated how small i felt, lonely, like i needed to ask for less. here were the things i asked for: to text me more than every 3 or 5 or 8 days. that was it. if you have to ask for that, it's probably not going to work anyway.
also in february, i got covid for the second time and got glass in my eye and had to go to the ER and then it was all okay. but that's how delicate the body is. i did a reading for valentine's day, my first of the year!
in march, i went home for amit's birthday. and also in march, i saw VIRAHA at the harvard bookstore. people were buying the books, what a joy!
in april, i wrote more and also not enough.
in may, my mom came to boston for mother's day and then i went to austin for a work trip. at this point, there was something wrong with my hearing and i got it resolved in October.
in june, i did my first in-person reading in YEARS at the cantab poetry lounge via the boston poetry slam. my mom was there and tanner was there and disha and annie and it was such an incredible feeling, i wish i could share it with you all. i felt so present and grateful for my life. to read my poems and have people listen with rapt attention. that's magic.
in july, yes that break up but also i went outside a lot and had long talks with the people i love.
in august, tanner and i went to utah and that was such a strange joy, to see that part of the country. right after, i went home to see my people who i hadn't seen since march. liz and vivian and max.
in september i turned 31, a magical day that i made possible that tanner attended without complaint. and then right after, the death of a friend's parent, i was back in new york. that was the last time i saw cory. i started therapy a few weeks later, for my OCD and depression and generalized anxiety.
in october, yes i saw yuan in SF and then i saw her again when i went home when cory died. and we all sat in the living room that was once his.
in november, my mom turned 69 and we had a great time celebrating despite all our grief. and then michael came over to build some ikea furniture, which i'm sharing here because it's so nice! who does that? we had thanksgiving and it felt both good and empty. when i came back to boston, tanner and i had to stay in a hotel because of carbon monoxide issues at our place. and then—
december, where i went to mexico with my team for our retreat and then i came home and the carbon monoxide was resolved. and tanner and i had some fun there, before we came down to new york for christmas with my family and he met vivian, liz, max. we did all the new york city things and it seemed to lighten everyone's spirits—which were down, because man this year! then he went back home and before i could join him, there was a mystery not covid, apparently the flu illness that took over my family. so now i'm writing this on the acela back to boston. i'll get in before 2023 bows out.
i have no idea who is still reading this, but if you are: thank you. if you're future me, hello from the past. i hope 2024 is full of joy, love, light, easy wins. less death, less aching, less pain. it feels like a good year, like the moment before something wonderful happens in a movie and everyone, even the characters on screen, is holding their breath—with hope
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more thoughts on ship names (leosagi, sliderbunny, yuileo etc) - more is not bad
So I'd like to suggest a thought - multiple ship tags and names are not actually bad - it's more like a way of detecting what flavor the ship and resulting fanworks will be. let me explain more below. if this sounds a bit dated, that's because I wrote this back in january-march but noticed I hadn't archived it properly and that it needed a bit more writing to finish some thoughts so I'm posting this now, lest I forget it lol. maybe i have also already posted it before but... i cannot find this old version, so i guess not ^^;;
If you like the Yuichi x Leo ship, are annoyed at Leosagi being used as an umbrella term or are just curious abt another fan's thoughts on ship names, here-a we go. Some thoughts on the leosagi and leochi/leoichi ship names in general ^^
Some things are a bit more outdated: namely, transfem!12yuinardo has now been steadfastly used as a ship tag for transfem Yuichi x 12Leo, so kudos to that person! Thank you for making this unique tag more common!
resources used:
https://fanlore.org/wiki/Pairing_Name https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IdiosyncraticShipNaming
Anyway, more under cut.
so, being in the rottmnt fandom for a bit longer this time (or being longer in a tmnt phase this time) and browsing the leosagi and leochi tags since august last year... has made me realize again that I really enjoy/prefer genfic most times? i like writing romance, but I enjoy writing action a lot more + exploring character writing in general, so that’s probably what my own crossover works will try to feature more too now.
being in tmnt fandom longer this time around, I thought that it was nice ppl still remembered leosagi, but I didn't expect a "new" version of it. Now, seeing thru the history of it (the RabNerd video on Leosagi felt like a nice refresher on TMNT fandom history in general and it’s nice to listen to) and going thru the tumblr tag (that and ao3 being sorta the only reliable archives on fanwork, with the exception of authors deleting their own work and tumblrtags not working as expected at times/finding hidden stuff), I think it's good we have multiple tags. Now about the tag I made up in september, "yuinardo" (I believe I already made two tagging-related posts thinking abt this tag/name way back in autumn 2022)
this YuiNardo ship name was mostly made as a portmanteau to make tagging and finding easier - for the ship Yuichi x Rise!Leo bc I wanted to differentiate it from Leochi/Leoichi but also the old Leosagi ship, because to me that was a bit different. at first I thought people would use the numbering system (03 leosagi etc per tmnt series airing year), but I started to notice that there was a lot more fanon with the ship this time than before. So when Netflix suggested the show to me one august evening after seeing the Rise movie, I started watching the series proper out of curiosity. as I’ve written before in a few places publicly (i think), the series was a bit slow and boring for me at first. But as I kept watching, I suddenly saw where the writing was going and what interesting things about its characters it was telling us. I got invested in the series for it’s strong family themes and how it handled its characters and story arcs, but also the music was something holding it all together for me emotionally. So I became a genuine fan and started reading more of the original Usagi Yojimbo comic too
one commonality I saw in many fanworks is that Yuichi is often changed a lot to fit a fan's own idea of who he should be as a character in relation to Leo or the fan's own setting/AU. This is fairly normal in fandom in general, esp for smth like TMNT. After all, why not play around in the sandbox given by canon? I also noticed fanworks often ignore the canon or worldbuilding set in his own show, and even the other prominent SRTUC characters get ignored/rewritten more than not. Or people make their own new versions with the same name. Which is fine, fanon!Yuichi and other fanversions are interesting. I usually like seeing redesigns in other fandoms and here they are interesting too, but I actually like the character as he is! He's funny to see fail but also fun/funny to watch/listen in general, especially interacting with other characters, whether main cast or one-off characters. He's a blorbo for me now who has taken up permanent root in my fandom/artist brain. I felt like he'd be fun to write in a shipfic or genfic with Rise!Leo bc their personalities are both so similar and so different. They feel like a strangely matching set, despite the shows never having a crossover (and despite Yuichi technically being a whole new original character for the show from the crew to avoid messing up the og Usagi cast too much). I want to write some genfic and Chizu and Kitsune centric fic one day too if I got the time.
Now after becoming a fan though, it’s honestly a bit sad to see people eschew his personality and writing completely - it feels fine that other fans are making AU and fandesign versions based on him, but this just means that when I open the Yuichi Usagi tags or search - I only find these fan interpretations but no versions where another fan is also a fan of the series. Which isn’t to say, that there aren’t other fans posting fanart, but that it’s just a lot less common that people tagging him as “TMNT usagi” or “Rise Usagi” etc. Some fans have said this is disrespectful to Sakai and the Samurai Rabbit crew - some even go on to hate the character (???) which like - it’s a cartoon. why are you angry at it. And these are often the older fans who are around my age (30+) or older, who are fed up with the younger parts of fandom - which I kinda get. I’ve even seen people make stuff up about the series, but I’m not really interested in pursuing that further because you know what. People have grievances about fandom stuff all the time. It’s pointless and a little mindless sometimes. There are so many bigger problems going on in the world. Fandom is something we are all supposed to enjoy. So to argue with another fan - I don’t have the energy to do that anymore. I might correct factual errors here and there, because that feels like it can be a courtesy sometimes. But I’m not interested in laying down blame or building some sort of longer discussion around things that should be fun, if they’re not fun anymore. Honestly, it would be nice if for once, the older and younger parts of TMNT fandoms could respect each other and get along. Like I’m not feeling hopeless about that but it’s just annoying to come back every 5-8 years and see people fighting and arguing about similar things. But that’s another topic entirely.
I don't honestly quite get the dislike of the character either, but I guess when I was younger, I would have been annoyed by a character like this too. (Foster’s Home comes to mind...where I hated Bloo because of his personality sdfsdfs but I was a very picky child with cartoons in generally) Personally, to me it seems ppl ignore the show and its writing bc of various aspects: besides simple dislike, it's easy to look at a newer cartoon show in a surface-level way; many still have this stance on cartoons that a "dumb kids show" can't be interesting or have substance; the show falls into many concessions to fit what netflix ordered of the crew. + audience tastes have changed over time - and no, not even talking abt just spiderverse, tho thankfully that has changed what more "general" audiences expect of both an 3D, animated film and a superhero/action flick. (cinemas here even listed it as a 2D animated film a while ago lol. it's a complex bag of factors but audiences + specifically distributors/studios are becoming slowly more receptive to 2D animation again. slightly.)
What may have been fun to see 10+ years ago for a 3D tv cartoon then, would not fly for viewers now. Even if we ignore internet-posting fans who do like it (who seem to be primarily teens and young adults up to age 24), and how popular the show was at it's premiere (3rd in the UK among kids?), there might be those in the target audience itself as well who do not like it for various reasons. Additionally, viewers are fickle about cartoons in general. So there are probably many more reasons people have to dislike the character and show that are related to other things. Again, this is just how fandom sometimes works. I’ve been in a lot of other fandoms before where I’m the only one who likes canon or likes writing canon-adjacent, exploring theories in canon etc and this to me started to feel like a similar situation. So I understand when people say the SRTUC fandom is kind of non-existant, if so much of the “fan content” relies on a ship. But saying as someone whose seen sort of “worse” at least there are other people at all and the tags mostly have fanart/fic and not other kinds of stuff, like spam or worse.
Whatever us fans' view might be however, he is still a valid character in the Usagi-verse, AU or not. I've read and listened to interviews with both Stan Sakai and the show crew, and seen artist portfolios with work from the show. The overall experience on the creators' side seems to have been positive. That, and I primarily view the show as a sort of transmedia storytelling venue... almost. It never takes away from the og comic and it adds an interesting alternative future to it, similar to Space Usagi, but as a fun cartoon. It becomes a sort of "gateway tent" for Usagi media and kids who watch this might be inclined to open up the comics, rifle through their parents old books and discover the world of Usagi Yojimbo proper. Like the comic, it also becomes a vehicle for learning for those willing to look things up later after the show, i.e. the yokai lore, customs in modern japan etc. So to me, the show is a net positive and Yuichi Usagi an interesting take on a Usagi descendant. The show is also interesting for me for it's casting (all asian-american cast. hello???) and staff choices as it seemed that everyone was on board with anything Stan Sakai wanted +they tried to put Miyamoto Usagi into the series as much as they could despite Netflix giving them a full limit (or almost a no?) at first - but the series writers and artists included him in an interesting way. So to me the series is good and as a fan, I can see it have interesting crossovers (a lot of the crew also seemed to be big TMNT fans and big UY fans at the same time)
Yuichi is headstrong, openly friendly and impulsive, but also the only one who notices things "outside of the box" more often than the rest of his team. He relies almost entirely on his trained sword skills and complete chance to get out of almost any situations. Leo is sorta painted as a "team clown" and "team faceman", (s1) always trying to make things more lighthearted in stressful situations, which starts to contrast his more strategic nature as we go on in the series. He wonders why he's not trusted (s2) but the thing is, most times he does not tell them his plans, even if they work, so he's seen as impulsive. Together in any shipping or genfic scenarios, I feel like they would feed off each other's lighthearted natures and impulsive instincts, but also work well together bc of how many things they notice, but also, rabbit brain empty, and Leo would be more cautious. That was what I initially kind of imagined for them when I first watched through Samurai Rabbit.
I had a big "mega-crossover" fic idea back in august which would also feature the 03 ship Leosagi, where I could both have a tmnt crossover, write fun action-adventure with the TMNT + Usagi kids and write some sort of neat continuation to what 03 Leo and Usagi might have been going through in a 13-year timeskip. But for that, I thought the tagging would be easier with og tags vs just trying to number leosagi again. Since Rise started in 2018, we often tag it as TMNT 2018, but Usagi Chronicles aired in 2022, (even if production started in 2020) so any attempt to tag it as "2020s leosagi" has just left me more confused. So a unique tag was needed for my own tagging use. I’ve helped make some smoosh names before and this just seemed like a fun thing to do in a fandom I was sort of new to (the ship and SRTUC fandom)
Oh also, I read thru the fanlore article linked above on pairing name conventions and I had totally forgotten some of the ways to make ship names bc I've become so accustomed to portmanteaus and "_shipping" rather than x (used both in general ship names as well as slash pairings) + (preslash or platonic) or even / (slashfic) just bc those sort of conventional ways to tag are harder to find on tumblr bc of its tagging system (special characters make tagging unorganizable or harder to use)
+ I've been more active in modern fandom spaces for only 13+ years, while stuff like ff.net was maybe confusing to use as a young teen. So again, some pairing naming conventions have sorta escaped me over time lol. So it would be interesting to see what else people start to use for this newer ship of Yuichi x Rise!Leo
Different kinds of names for one pairing are fairly common in any kind of fandom. Pokemon and YGO fandoms have put these on vote for example (thinking of doing this out of curiosity) but that would have to mean a more unified fandom I suppose? Having both a smoosh name (leosagi) and _shipping name (katanashipping) have stuck with the old ship and imo that should be respected because the ship conventions were there way before this newer ship or these newer series came about. I’ve seen many posts now where ppl complain about the tagging, especially the character tagging and the leosagi tag itself, because technically again, totally new ship. So to be a bit upset at that imo is totally understandable. imagine your favourite old ship you’ve been tagging the same is suddenly overtaken by a new, only vaguely related one? I also like the online shipping-related analogy: if you’re looking for a specific game in the store, why would a pair of shoes be tagged? or a different game? you’re only at the store for that one game, but now other stuff is being suggested to you because of other users’ tagging.
Considering those slash-ship naming conventions, I suppose I made the ship name to be more Yuichi-centric a bit - starts with his name, tho again, this was just one way to "flavor" the ship for me - but also specifically for the Yuichi we have on the show, because I enjoy the show and understand why Usagi is written the way he is on it. Mainly that he is given "annoying teen" traits to contrast the changes he goes through in the short time of the 2 seasons + he seems be written with intentional ADHD-coding. + I wanted something more lighthearted and funnier-sounding, so Nardo was added bc that is Leo's nickname on the Rise show that his family uses teasingly, mainly by Donnie. I thought that would make it unique. (And, this is more subtle, but I also thought it was more funny that Nardo sorta sounded like "Naruto" and that Usagi Chronicles has a few Naruto influences in its art and design, so, slightly matching in coincidence.)
But also Yuinardo just sounds fun and easy to pronounce + I cannot find any other tags that it overlaps with. Main use for tags after all - easy to find and unique - which I think is why the og Leosagi tag prevailed among the other names that popped up back then when the Leosagi 2003 ship first became popular online. I have no idea however if there was a ship for this before this, since I never went looking really (and there weren't much leosagi fic on ff.net then to get any impression of previous fandom activity)
If you want to continue to use Leochi or Leoichi as a tag, that's still fine bc its a big tag and more popular for this ship. But if you also like the Samurai Rabbit show, feel free to use the Yuinardo tag as well, depending on the the use ^^
Going through the fanlore article, I also realized that hey, actually having multiple tags/names is normal in fandoms! It's to make searching/naming for different flavours of pairings easier. I forgor. Let me explain.
the Leosagi as well as the Leochi/Leoichi tags sorta blew up in august after the ROTTMNT movie bc of new or returning fans rediscovering an old ship that's been a constant since the 03 fandom. and ppl posted fanart of the two versions in the tags before this too, but there was a notable uptick in those new fans after august 2022. I think when Samurai Rabbit aired, ppl posted fanart then too.
The SliderBunny tag existed already for people's own teen!Miyamoto Usagi x Rise!Leo versions and honestly, this could continue as an umbrella tag for any Rise!Leo x Usagi ships going forward, as "Rise Leosagi" has built up more as a tag. or "2018 Leosagi" whichever do you prefer
For 2003 Leosagi, Katanashipping exists bc it's unique to them (the katana-gifting scene in the 03 show) + it is a more specific name and tag, which helps to find it easier or make it more specific. + it just adds the extra flavor of knowing what went on between the two in the show. That was their last canon interaction as far as we know.
I want to also add here that the 03 version of Miyamoto Usagi is specifically very different. I remember reading an article somewhere which mentioned that Stan Sakai had been a bit upset w the 03 team that they made Usagi so young and different from his comics. I'll repost/add the link another time, but the main point is that the 03 pairing/friendship is quite different from both the existing canon comics and the 12!tmnt iteration of their friendship.
someone pointed out that the yuinardo tag could be for the ship Yuichi Usagi x 12!Leonardo but I do not see it that way for the above reasons. But what could be the name for that then? That's for the shippers of that ship to decide. I've heard some variations of smashing the names together for this like Luichi and YuiLeo (I kinda like that 2nd one myself), but they both sound a bit too much like real names to be tags/ship names.
I do not know the Yuichi x 12Leo name, but I suppose it could follow common convention of adding 12 in front, since that has been done before for people's own versions of 12leosagi as well, so thir's world and see what happens! so it'll be interesting takes off more. There is potential for both angst and comedy in this one. 🤔 what people will start tagging this onnce coed be 12leochi or 12yuinardo maybe even. I do not see it honestly, but I also did not continue watching much of tmnt12 after season 3 bc it was hard to see Leo go through Stuff(tm) again and I did not like how the show approached writing its female characters. So I don't quite get the appeal, but I think if fans see opportunities to write it in interesting/fun ways, why not. I headcanon 12!Leo as a transfem lesbian, and Yuichi reads slightly transmasc for me, so maybe that's why I don't quite see it bc my fanon ideas are a bit different for them ^^; + it feels like they are from different times from a "when it was made" perspective, the shows' vibes are different (12 is more horror-genre scifi a lot of times while SRTUC does not lean into its horror thematics as much as it could be the name for that then? That's for the shippers of that ship to decide.
the transfem sapphic version I know one person calls Blue Sapphics, which is cute, but idk if there's a common name that every shipper uses? let me know in the reblogs or comments.
anyway, larger point also; it's not so bad to have multiple tags (as long as you use them according to what's in the post) and multiple names - so that one tag (leosagi) doesn't have to do all the heavy-lifting and that fans who only want one flavor, can have that. tagging is more like a courtesy but it helps to make finding fanart/other fans of the same thing easier, but they often also follow what becomes commonly discussed and used among a fandom.
Sorry if this is super-duper long, I haven't been able to write normally since discovering the internet and that I could post on it and things just happen to get this long when I finally finish a writing ^^;
crunches my brain a lil as I make this post bc i have other stuff cooking in my brain
#fandom history#tmnt fandom#crossover ship#leosagi#leochi#leoichi#yuinardo#yuileo#sliderbunny#yuichi x leo#leo x yuichi#Rise Leonardo#sorry this is not well written this time#usagi yuichi#sorry it's like i'm relearning proper shipping conduct#analysis#posting this so tumblr drafts doesn't spit out an empty post again#old thinky piece i wrote back in mach 2023#fan analysis#srtuc#i talk abt samurai rabbit the series a bit more at length as well#long post#texty#aghht srtuc posts#let me know if any tags are missing#but tbh here i will probs use them to organize 1-5 things and then babble abt the post in the tags for the rest of the length#tagramble
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Take Me Home Tonight
Steve Harrington x Reader
Pre-Season 4
warning(s): none? , but if there is any you think I should add let me know :)
a/n: I love the idea of catching Steve during cute “embarrassing” moments
We’re also gonna pretend Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money came out prior to August of 86’ and before all of the Vecna craziness.
I also believe the two songs mentioned would be Steve’s favorite songs, that’s just my headcanon though.
@m-rae23
━━━━━ © hxlyhoax 2022 do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work. I do not own the rights to Stranger Things or any of the canon characters mentioned.
It was nine-thirty in the morning. Your shift at the Family Video was about to start. You were lucky that you had Steve working with you, you weren’t gonna be alone for most of the day.
You were sat in the back, finishing up the last of your breakfast when you heard a voice from the front of the store, You knew it was Steve, he had locked the front doors once he arrived so there were no early customers. But you were still curious, so you made your way to the front, watching Steve do some last minute cleaning, dancing around, humming to a song you had just barely recognized.
You tilt your head, watching as he moved from isle to isle with ease, eyes closed, feeling the music flowing through his ears. You shook your head, laughing at the people who passed the store eyeing him suspiciously, then turned your gaze to the older boy, pushing his hair back, he definitely forgot you were here, you could just tell.
He had taken a moment for himself, taking a deep breath, resuming his regular cleaning routine, until he started to belt out the lyrics to Take Me Home Tonight.
“Take me home tonight, I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light” he half yelled, causing you to jump, he was still paying no mind to his surroundings, using the broom in his hand as a microphone, leaning forward slightly, “Take me home tonight”
You bit your lip, watching as Steve Harrington got lost in his own little world. “Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang”
“Be my little baby, Be my little baby, uh-huh”
“Just like Ronnie sang” he smiled, a genuine smile, one you hadn’t seen from him in a long time. “I said, Just like Ronnie sang.” he stretched out the words, not noticing you, as you passed him, walking to the counter, sitting on it, smiling at him. “Be my little baby, Baby, my darlin', uh, uh, oh, oh, oh” he continued, moving his head back and forth, suddenly realizing a presence in the room.
You watched as he froze, opening one eye, making direct eye contact with you, cheeks turning redder than a tomato, while you bit your lip, staring at him, head tilted, as he paused the song, moving his headphones so they were now around his neck. “Some vocals you have there, Harrington.”
“How long—”
“Since you started yelling the chorus.”
“I’m sorry.” he was growing sheepish, arms slumped, hands holding onto the broom. He was ready for you to make fun of him, probably tell Robin, have the both of you laugh at him for years to come. “Why are you sorry?” you half-chuckled, “Nothing to be sorry for.” you smiled, “And before you worry, I won’t tell Robin, It can be our little secret.” you reassured him, before turning your head at the sound of knocking, seeing an older woman, smiling politely, used VHS Tape in her hand that she was ready to return.
You jumped off the counter, while Steve headed to the back, putting the broom back in its respectful spot, before walking to his locker, taking the cassette tape out of his walkman, putting it into his pocket, then setting his device in the locker closing it, walking back to the front, seeing the older woman leaving and you putting the returned tape in the return pile.
“We still have the radio under the counter right?” Steve asked, standing near the computer you abandoned to look through the VHS Tapes, “We should why?” you questioned the boy, not moving your gaze from the tapes. “Because your ears are about to blessed.” he chuckled, walking to where he spotted the radio, setting his cassette tape inside, pressing play once the slot was closed.
Your head lifted, looking over at him skeptically, scared of what could possibly play, before laughing quietly at the voice of Freddie Mercury, “Fat Bottomed Girls?” you giggled, “Right after Take Me Home Tonight?”
Steve just shrugged, smiling at you, snapping as the first verse started to play, “Hey, I was just a skinny lad, Never knew no good from bad” he sang, looking you in the eyes, smirk playing on his lips, “But I knew life before, I left my nursery, huh” he shook his shoulders, walking closer to you. “Left alone with big fat Fanny, She was such a naughty nanny.”
“Steve” you giggled, looking over at a mother and her young son walk in, staring at the your co-worker, who simply ignored their presence, looking at you as the second verse rolled along. “Do you have The Fox and The Hound?” the young boy questioned, eyes wide with hope, staring at you, while you walked over to the computer, ignoring Steve who was still staring at you while you typed the movie in the search, biting your lip as it loaded, “You’re in luck, little man, we just got it back in yesterday.” You smiled, looking at the return pile, spotting it, grabbing it, ringing it up and handing it to the boy as the mom paid then left, shaking her head at Steve.
“You’re gonna scare our customers away.” You pouted jokingly, looking at Steve, who only hummed, pulling you closer to him, dancing with you, singing along to the song, “Oh, won't you take me home tonight.” he smiled, holding you close, “Oh, down beside your red firelight?”
You just stared at him, “I don’t consent to this.” you joked, as he spun you around, “Oh, and you give it all you got.” he ignored your statement, continuing to sing, “Fat bottomed girls, You make the rockin’ world go round.”
“Fat bottomed girls, You make the rockin’ world go round.” he head bobbed, holding you close, swaying back and forth as if it was a slow song and you were at prom.
He hummed during the third verse, It was clear he knew all the lyrics, you could see he was fighting the urge to sing, “You want me to sing with you don’t you?” you asked, shaking your head at his hopeful stare. “The chorus is coming back around, you should let loose.” he chuckled, looking at you, watching as you looked around the empty store, taking a deep breath, “Fine.”
“Oh, I know, Are you gonna take me home tonight, please.” he began, looking at you, egging you on to sing, “Oh, down beside that red firelight?.” you shyly started to sing, not entirely comfortable, knowing anyone could walk in at anytime, “Oh, come on.” Steve pouted, looking you in the eye.
“Are you gonna let it all hang out?” you sighed, singing along with your best friend. “Fat bottomed girls, You make the rockin' world go 'round.”
Steve smiled widely, watching as you became less stiff, easing up, “Yeah, Fat bottomed girls, You make the rockin' world go 'round.” you both laughed, turning your head at the sound of the bell, smiling at the older couple, who were smiling at the both of you. “Good song choice.” the older man commented, while his assumed wife rolled her eyes, “Thank you.” Steve smiled widely as the Queen song ended. “I’m scared to hear what other songs you have.” you stated, looking at him.
He just smiled wickedly at you, sorting through the returned tapes.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#stranger things x reader#stranger things x you#hxlyhoax#hxlyhoax stranger things
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Title: I Miss you
Summary: Eddie Munson, famous guitarist of the world wide known rock band “Corroded Coffin” takes her daughter to the airport to see her mom, but after something she says he started to realize that maybe his life wasn’t what he wanted anymore.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham
Notes: I just watched Elvis and the inspiration kicked in right there on the movie theater that’s why it’s so short. Also this is my first fic on English so I hope you like it and if you see any mistakes please let me know!
Los Angeles, August 1999
The sound of the camera flashes dispelled as the car continued to drive into the airport’s zone “Daddy” he turned his attention to her daughter “I don’t like the lights” the five-year-old rubbed her eyes sleepily. Olivia liked to sleep on cars since she was a baby, it was like magic, when she wouldn’t stop crying he used to take her on drives until she finally fell asleep which took less than 10 minutes.
“They woke you up, didn’t they?” she nodded “I’m sorry, baby girl” Olivia opened her arms in his direction, that meant she wanted a hug and Eddie could never deny a hug to his little princess. He took her into his arms, sitting her on his lap while stroking her blonde hair in an attempt to make her sleep again.
“I’m so sorry” he whispered into her hair leaving a kiss on her head. Olivia was the greatest love of his life, since the moment he found out about her existence she had been everything to him.
“No. Don’t worry I’m okay” she answered with her head laying on his chest. Her head turned to him, watching him with those beautiful big blue eyes that she got from her mother “Is mommy going to be here soon?”
“Yeah, any minute now we are going to see her so you can go back home. Are you excited for back to school? Elementary school is a big step”
She nodded “Are you coming with us, daddy?” Olivia asked innocently, with a bit of what could be described as hope in her gaze.
“Uh” he didn’t know how to answer to that “No, sweetie. I don’t think so, I still have to do some things here with the band. You know the band, you like the band don’t you?”
“Well, yeah but uhm” she started talking while playing with her hands “At school my friends always talk about their daddies and how they play catch with them and that stuff”
“You want me to play catch with you?”
“Well, I’m not good at throwing things… or catching them” she responded “But if I have to I can get better at it. I just want you to play with me at home” something in his heart felt like breaking “I miss you, daddy” he didn’t know what to say.
Eddie Munson was a lot of things, but a bad father was not amongst them in his books. Sure, the band, tours, and recordings took a great part of his time, but he always tried to make time for his girl. If it was up to him he would take her and Chrissy everywhere, but knew that wasn’t right. Olivia needed a home, a real home, and school and friends and all of those things a kid needs in their life, that was why they bought that house on Hawkins after all, so she could live a “normal” childhood.
“There’s mommy!” she said happily leaning on the window, waving her hand so she could catch her attention. Eddie turned his head to her direction.
Her hair was shorter than the last time, just a little bit, you wouldn’t notice if you didn’t pay special attention to her, something that he always did. The car stopped, making Olivia open the door so she could start running towards her mother “Liv, wait” he warned but she already was giving her mother a big hug “Damn that kid is fast” he thought, that was something she didn’t get from him.
Chrissy noticed how Eddie hadn’t got out of the car yet, which was weird because he always went behind their daughter as she ran “Baby, get in the car with aunt Robin. I have to talk to daddy, okay?” she asked while leaving a kiss on her forehead. Olivia nodded and quickly got into the car, closing the door behind her.
He could hear the steps in his direction, and his heart started to raise as they became closer. It was always like this, no matter how many years had passed she always made him feel like that.
“Hey, rockstar” she greeted him with a smile. Eddie didn’t respond, maybe because he was still processing what his daughter just told him.
Chrissy let out a sigh and gave the driver a look, moving her eyes he understood that she wanted to be alone with him so he got out of the car. She took a sit beside him, closing the door as she entered the vehicle.
“Olivia” he started to talk “Liv said she misses me”
“Oh, you know how kids are. They always say all kind of things” she tried to make him feel better, but noticed that it wasn’t working.
“Am I shitty a parent, Chris?” he finally asked.
“What? No, of course not”
“I mean, I try not to be. I try to talk to her as much as I can but it’s- just the band and everything is sometimes too much, you know?” the words were just coming out of his mouth without any thinking behind them “I know about shitty parents, I had shitty parents for christ sake, but maybe this is a different kind of shitty. Maybe shitty parenting is a wide spectrum and my parents fall in some part of it and I’m in the other”
“Hey, hey, hey” she stopped him “Eddie, listen to me. You are not a shitty parent” Chrissy began to explain “She just spent two weeks with you after a long time, of course, she’s going to miss you more after this. But she loves you even if you are not with her in person, ‘kay? Olivia knows how much you care about her, every night she waits for your phone call and never shuts up to her school friends about how her dad is this big rockstar that always travels around the country. She isn’t gonna grow up to resent you, because you always show her support and love. So no, you aren’t anything like your parents”
Even after months of being separated Chrissy knew what to say to make him feel better, which was only telling the truth. She really did think that Eddie was a great father to their child, maybe a bit absent but it wasn’t on purpose.
After moments of silence, Chrissy reached for his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. That warmth in her hand and her heart when they took each other’s hand was something that couldn’t be compared to any sensation in the world.
He still made her feel like a teenager after all these years. She loved him and he loved her, there was never a doubt about that, anyone who knew them could see how perfect they were for each other, but after months of not seeing each other, they decided to separate. He remembers that day as if it was yesterday, sitting on his hotel bed, hearing about it on the phone, hearing her cry through the phone, and feeling so guilty about not being there for his wife to hug her and kiss her and telling her that he still loved her. But she was in Indiana and he was in New York, and that’s what ultimately brought them apart.
“Maybe” she broke the silence squeezing his hand “You can take some time off, you know? Go back to Hawkins and live for a while that suburban lifestyle that you always claimed to hate but deep down you want that for your kid” both laughed “How does that sound? You can see Wayne and his new and improved mug collection, you can take Olivia trick-or-treating, pick her up after school”
“Go to bed every night with the woman I love” he added watching her through his peripheral vision to observe her reaction in a surreptitious way.
Her cheeks turned red and a light smile appeared on her lips “Yeah, that too” Chrissy whispered. She sighed. Silence became the main communication between them. After a couple of minutes she let go of his hand “Well that’s your decision to make, isn’t it?” clapped her hands on her tights and opened the car door “For the record” she added “I miss you too”
#eddie munson#eddissy#hellcheer#stranger things#chrissy x eddie#chreddie#chrissy cunningham#eddie x chrissy#grace van dien#joseph quinn#one shot
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Hello all! Hope everyone is having a great start to August; I sure am. School is just around the corner— actually starting tomorrow in my case— and before the year stars, there’s always our annual band camp to get us ready for a new marching season!
Ahh I’ve had so much fun. My TCs have made it *especially* enjoyable for me, so I’m going to ramble about it on here!!
(It’s definitely been a while since I’ve used one of these GiFs for an update, haha. Hope you all enjoy!)
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For the last two weeks, my peers and I have been working hours upon hours to ensure we better our technique, strengthen our bodies, and create new bonds to keep us up and running. With the sun blaring down on us and our limbs being sore from the grind, it’s definitely been tough . . .
. . . But it was all definitely worth it. For me, a huge reason for this would be that coming to rehearsal and enduring all of the ‘heat’ meant that, after such a long summer break, I could see my favorite people.
Seeing M on the daily just like before has been extraordinary. Hearing his voice as he let out little comments to us, seeing him smile at the most temperate things that would occur, exchanging brief glances or words from time to time in passing… all of these little things reminded me again of just how much I adore him.
And seeing U as well; Watching him become more and more invested in our practice as the days went on, laughing with him at the stupidest jokes he’d make, returning some of his unexpectedly longer stares during rehearsal… being around these two never failed to make my world brighter.
Now, with that out of the way, here are some of my favorite highlights from the last two weeks. ❤️ Not very specific but they always make me giggle looking back at them. :)
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~ M and U looking and waving at me when they saw me on a lot watching a DCI group practice !!! M was smiling happily and had to do a double take before processing I was there, whereas U’s eyes just widened and his remained like that, in a state of shock, just staring up at me and waving eagerly.
~ The two would always be casting glances at me throughout the whole thing !! I don’t know if they did this to everyone but their attention seemed to be in my general direction a lot of the time 😭 it was a little awkward when we’d meet eyes; I’d just look away or smile shyly before doing so. And they’d do this after most jokes as well??? It’s so sweet to think about.
~ I had brought some snacks for a section member who didn’t pack lunch, so they wouldn’t pass out and whatnot. I had called their name after being dismissed from rehearsal then proceeded to throw the bag at them. They caught it with one hand, impressively. I guess U was watching the whole thing because he exclaimed, “OHH!!!! Kobe!!!!” right afterwards, making me laugh. Haha.
~ U teased me when I was trying to catch an underclassman up with what he had taught prior to their arrival; I told them only *some* of what he taught, bringing him to grin and add, softly, “I taught you way more than *that*, [R].” Then he went on about what else he showed us while I muttered quiet, slightly embarrassed “I know”s.
~ Ahhh it looked like M a would keep looking at me on the field whenever I did something even slightly noticeable….!!!! I swear it must be my imagination at this point, right??? But it was so cute 😭
~ M would also drop by to visit our sectional room for like…three days in a row, and every time he’d come in we’d always exchange eye contact and a smile before he left, just as quickly as he came.
~ Outside, U kept trying to maintain his shirt being pulled up, in turn revealing his belly. He said he wanted to make his shirt a tank top but it just kept falling. Regardless, it was super cute!!
~ During our time inside, some of us decided to make extra posters. M was being all cute when he saw me and some other students doing just that, and he’d look over my shoulder curiously whenever he walked by mine!! It was so sweet!!
~ And lastly, during a water break in the shade, I was watching a tech do some amazing contra flips and whatnot. After a little while, U announced that it was time to get back out on the field, so I got up to do so.
In my path, I neared M, and as I did so I heard him make what sounded like a joking statement to another student, so I let out a chuckle at it. Hearing me, he looked at me immediately and beamed even harder than he was before. He then said in a bubbly tone, “Hello, hello!!!” AND IT WAS SO CUTE!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Ahhhh band camp was so much fun!!! I hope you all enjoyed catching up with me!! I’m so looking forward to school kicking up again.
Until then, I hope you all stay safe and have a great night!! Best wishes!
#M#U#personal#teacher crush#teacher crush community#tc community#tcc community#tc blog#tc#tcc#tcc blog#tc love#teacher love#tc ramblings#tc feelings#tc thoughts#tc moments#tc stories#band teacher#band director#band tc#director tc#band director tc#❤️
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