#not sure what happened there because I remember putting you all on it

[moonstruckme]

have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

hm what about remus lupin + sunshine x grumpy !! in which he is the grumpy ofc 🙌

Thanks for requesting angel!! Luv u <3

cw: mention of alcohol

Remus Lupin x sunshine!reader ♡ 653 words

Remus is reading his book more out of spite than interest. You’ve gone to get drinks with Sirius, removing yourself from his lap, which has put him in a worse mood than anything else all night, even the loud neighbors Sirius has invited over or the relentless congeniality that makes you incapable of not chatting up anyone who comes too close. 

When you come back you’ve brought James with you, and Remus relaxes as you situate yourself back on his lap, passing him a drink and letting him settle his free hand on your hip. He’s not sure how it happened, but Remus has found that he feels significantly better when he always has a hand on you. 

“Moony,” James greets him with a full-wattage smile, “you’re looking positively surly this evening.” 

“Her fault,” he replies, making you laugh and peck him on the cheek with your booze-sticky lips. 

“Right, of course.” James takes a sip of his own drink, sharing a look with Sirius. “Your bird’s a real menace, it’s just like her to bring down a mood.” 

“He’s just grouchy because I made him come tonight.” Your tone is teasing but there’s not a lick of real acrimony in it, and you grin when Remus squeezes your hip warningly. “But Rem, listen, it was totally worth it!” You seem to forget James and Sirius, your attention focussing solely on him. You have this way of making Remus feel like he’s standing in a pool of sunlight when you do this, looking at him all warm and bright and extra special. “You remember how I said Frank and Alice were going to get together in the next two weeks?” 

He hums in affirmation. 

“Well, guess who Sirius and I just saw making out in the kitchen?” 

Intrigue sparks in his chest, and Remus feels his brows lift. “Really?”

“Yes!” You’re thrumming with excitement, eyes gone all heart-shaped. “They’re so perfect for each other, I knew it would happen!” 

He rubs your hip tranquilizingly before you can wind yourself up to go congratulate the happy couple or spread the news or anything else that would take you away from him. “You called it, dove.” A pause. “Does this mean we can go now?” 

Your eyes crinkle, and Remus sighs as you kiss the bridge of his nose, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “We’ve only been here an hour,” you say into his hair, “but we’ll go soon, I promise. I’ll make that nighttime tea you like, and we’ll have a nice, long cuddle before bed.” 

You’re so good to him it’s impossible to truly deny you anything, but Remus turns his head to nip at the skin of your neck anyway. No one can see his smile when you squeal and clutch at his shoulders, giggling. 

“I’m offended you want to leave so badly, Moony,” says Sirius. “What’s so awful about my party?” 

Remus sits up, prepared to give him an extensive list, but you peck your boyfriend sweetly on the lips, pacifying him. 

“Nothing,” you tell Sirius, directing your smile his way. An irrational sort of jealousy rears its head in Remus’ chest. “It’s a great party! Your new neighbors are awesome, by the way.” Remus knows you really mean it, despite how those neighbors came in, drank half the liquor, and have yet to lower their voices since it entered their systems. You’re infinitely kinder than he is. “They’re so funny! I’m sure it’ll be a riot living next to them.” 

“Thank you, gorgeous,” Sirius says with a pointed look to Remus. “I really like them too, I’ll probably invite them to everything from now on.” 

Remus groans and hides his face in your chest, your body rumbling underneath him as you laugh. He feels your lips press to his hair. “Sorry, handsome,” you whisper. “I’ll make sure you never have to talk to them, yeah? I’m an excellent buffer.”

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[mysticheathenn]

What Booktrope Is Your Future Love Story?

Hi, Hexlings!

This pick-a-card reading is for my Patreon All Tiers. This pick-a-card reading is all about what book trope is your future love story.

This is a general reading, remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help. Tarot should be used as entertainment and not a for sure answer to your problems but as a guide, a sense of hope, and amusement.

Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.

Extended Patreon Includes:

Who is your book trope lover? w/ Book Recommendations

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Pile l:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Wedding, Children, Love Yourself First, Calling in Your Soulmate, Passion.

Soulmates X Sworn Off Love. Pile l you probably have been through the ringer when it comes to finding "the one". Time and time again people have disappointed you and you have mostly given up on love. You are in the headspace of if love happens great if not, you don't care because you are currently focusing on yourself right now or will soon be focusing on yourself. I always find it wild because usually when you give up on finding love and you focus on yourself you end up meeting your soulmate. For clarity, when I mean focusing on yourself I mean better yourself and seeing growth of who you are as a person and growing your career not just sitting at home pretending to not think of love. When you focus on yourself it has to be for yourself not to bring in a relationship. It kind of defeats the purpose, it's like washing and drying off at the same time. Did you work on the parts of yourself that needs to be "fixed" so you arent doing more harm than good (energetically attracting the same people)? During this time of swearing off love you need to be healing and reminding yourself that you are worthy of a healthy love, nothing is wrong with you, and you are amazing. Your soulmate is out there waiting to love you out loud, passionately, and whole heartedly. Patreon Link

Pile ll:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Free Yourself, Passion, Engagement, Playfulness, Pay attention to red flags, Chemistry

Enemies to Lovers X Alpha Hero X "Insta love". Because you have been burned in the past, you refuse to let another person smooth talk their way into your heart so you put up a wall for some of you. You may also have been attracted to Pile l but for others of you, there's something about this person where you feel the need to look for red flags every time you hang out with this person. You don't know if it's your paranoia or if there is indeed something wrong with this person but either way you slowly but surely lower your defenses and see this person for who they are and end up seeing that this person actually wants to get to know you and not waste your time. There will be an instant connection and for some of you this may possibly be one of the triggers to up your defenses because maybe you aren't the type to believe in "Love at first sight" but either way you will definitely give this person hell for a little bit. What I mean by that is you will be sarcastic (playfully) and basically make them jump through hopes in order to prove their worth to you and boy do they love jumping. Patreon Link

Pile lll:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Trust, Stay Optimistic about your love life, finances and career, Romantic feelings, Give your relationship a chance, & Healing family issues.

Second Chance X Workplace X Opposites Attract. This pile has multiple messages but overall I feel this pile is mostly for those who have an on again off again relationship. Some of you may be with no contact with your person while others of you are in contact but not together and want to get back together but aren't sure. The few of you the other message is this person you could possibly know from work and you aren't sure whether you should give this person a try because of the saying "Don't shit where you sleep." Trust your gut to know if this will be a good idea or not it's never a bad thing to test the waters. If this person is mature and not a man-child where you will regret even considering this, I say go for it. You never know how far it will go. Now, for the vast majority of you with exes and on-again-off-again relationships...there seems to be some healing that needs to happen within the relationship. Some of you or maybe even your person acts the way they do because they never had a good example of how to treat, act, and go about relationships in a healthy way so they act out. My suggestion if you can afford to is going to couples therapy or establishing boundaries and better communication with each other on what is okay and what is not. Maybe even doing a trial period if you still aren't sure if you should give in to this person. Patreon Link

Pile lV:

What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Chemistry, Playfulness, Engagement, Worth Waiting for, New Love, Free Yourself, Express Your Love, Attraction.

Friends to Lovers X Fling. This pile was kind of tricky to place into a book trope it was as if the possibilities for you are endless but I settled on Friends to lovers and possibly a fling-turned relationship. Either way, this person coming in could either be a new person in general who becomes a good friend that you develop feelings for a fling that is someone new and you develop feelings for either way this relationship is playful, fun, and light-hearted. You feel this person is exactly what the doctor ordered. Some of you may not want to get into a serious relationship right now because of either trauma or you just aren't ready for it so being with this person will feel very casual and fun. For whatever reason I feel like this person will make you feel like a kid at the fair. No worries, just fun in the sun. There is definitely a lot of attraction for each other and you will feel free to be yourself as well. For some of you, this may lead to an engagement while for others of you this is just something that will pass the time. Patreon Link

Thank you for liking and reblogging my readings. I always appreciate you guys on here and on Patreon.

Stay safe and be blessed

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[sansaorgana]

Please can you write a Buck x reader where he's really protective of her while she's pregnant? I think he'd be SO attentive and constantly making sure she's okay

hello! 🤰🏻🤰🏾 thank you for your request 💕 I think he'd be the best daddy and very involved in the pregnancy unlike most men back then 😊

I had to currently close the requests because I got so many so I'm working on them atm 🙏🏻

You reached above your head to grab a box on the top shelf of the wardrobe. It was no easy task, especially now when you were six months pregnant and you felt much heavier and slower. However, you didn’t want to ask Buck for help because he was busy reading a book downstairs. You didn’t want to bother him with something so silly.

You managed to grab the edge of the box as your tongue stuck out a little out of effort. You pulled the box closer and lost the grasp of it. You could only watch it hit the ground as you quickly took a step aside to avoid being hit with it. A loud thumping sound echoed all over the bedroom as you sighed and watched all the photographs from the box scattered all over the floor.

The door opened rapidly, which startled you.

“Gee, Buck, I had no idea you could be that fast,” you chuckled, trying to crouch down to collect the photographs.

Your husband was a few shades paler as his eyes were widened. He approached you and grabbed you by your shoulders, making you straighten your back. You furrowed your brow at him.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Something fell down. I was scared it was you,” he admitted as his eyes scanned you up and down as if he didn’t believe your assuring words.

“I’m fine, Buck. It was the box. I tried to reach for it,” you told him.

“You should have called for me,” his tone was serious, nearly scolding. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t want to bother you. But now, when you’re here… You can help me to pick them up,” you proposed and Buck nodded without a word. Always eager to help and making sure you don’t overwork yourself even if it was a task as easy as this one.

He handed you the empty box and sat you down on the edge of your bed before crouching down and picking up the photographs. He was handing you them one after another and you could watch with a gentle smile all the beautiful memories that were there.

“What did you even need that box for?” He asked.

“I felt a little sentimental,” you told him as your lips curled into a smile at the sight of your wedding picture.

“Next time you feel a little sentimental, you call for me to help you,” Buck muttered to himself. He wasn’t really angry but you could hear his nervousness, still scared for you even though nothing had happened.

“You know, I got used to doing everything on my own,” you carelessly commented as you placed the picture inside the box and reached your hand out for another one. But there was none, so you lowered your eyes to meet your husband’s gaze. He was staring at you with his beautiful blue eyes but they were suddenly filled with pain and guilt.

“I’m sorry I left you for such a long time. I never meant to,” he whispered.

“Oh, Gale, baby, I didn’t mean it this way…” You bit on your lower lip and held his hand to pull him closer. He sat up on the bed next to you, clumsily – which was unusual for him. He put his arm around you and hid his face in the crook of your neck. “I don’t blame you for that, love. I’m glad you came back to me, doesn’t matter how long it took,” you assured him as you caressed the back of his head. “What I’m saying is, I learnt how to be independent. And sometimes…” You hesitated, not sure if you should finish the sentence. “And sometimes I forget you’re back home,” you finally added and took a deep breath in. “I’m upstairs, doing something and a noise from the living room startles me… Only then I remember that my husband is back with me,” you turned your head to place a kiss upon his forehead.

Buck looked up and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the tears welled in his eyes. You cupped his face to caress his scars gently and you gazed back at him, hoping he could see all the love in your own eyes, because words seemed to only make it worse.

He was home for nearly a year now but it took time to accept his presence once again. Just like it had been difficult to accept his absence after his departure.

“Here, can you feel it?” You quickly grabbed his hand and put it on your swollen bump as the baby inside you moved. You smiled at your husband through your tears and saw his face lighten up again. “I can’t wait for the nurse to hand you Baby Cleven. You’re going to be an amazing daddy,” you told him.

“Only time can tell,” Buck sighed.

“No, I just know it, baby,” you assured him. “Just like you’re an amazing husband,” you added. “Now, hand me the rest of the pictures and let’s just put that box away, hm?” You encouraged him and he nodded before leaning in to peck your lips and then moving back to the carpet to give you the rest of the scattered photographs.

Once you were done with it, you went downstairs with Buck and walked into the kitchen since it was time to prepare the supper.

“I’ll do it,” Gale insisted.

“I’m pregnant, not sick,” you chuckled. “I can handle making my husband a sandwich. I like taking care of you,” you shook your head and approached the counter to take the bread out but Buck followed you.

“Let me help at least,” he put his hands on his hips, completely lost at what to do.

“It is not complicated, Major Cleven. You just slice bread and put whatever you want on top,” you laughed. “Well, you can make tea if you really want to do something,” you nodded at him and he smiled.

As eager to help as a child wanting to assist their mother. You found it adorable in a way, or perhaps those were your hormones speaking.

“You know,” Buck started suddenly, “I’m reading that book about babies and I am really worried about some things.”

“You what?” You stopped slicing the bread for a moment as you froze and looked at him in disbelief. A slight blush on his cheeks was making your heart swell.

“I’m reading a book about babies. The one for fathers that was recommended by the doctor,” he explained.

“It was only a recommendation, baby. You’re probably the only man who actually bought it,” you laughed lovingly at him. All your friends who had been lucky to get pregnant before you, had been telling you many stories about their husbands not wanting to participate in anything baby-related. And here he was, your dear husband, Major Gale Cleven… Who had actually bought a book about babies recommended by a doctor. “You’re one in a million, baby. Just reminding me every day why I love you,” you quickly caressed his arm just in case you had embarrassed him accidentally with your reaction. “What were you worrying about?”

“There are just so many things that can go wrong. And it’s scaring me,” Buck admitted quietly, avoiding your gaze. “Things beyond my control. I can try my best and still not be able to prevent them from happening.”

“That’s what life is like, my dear. I thought you’d know it by now,” you hugged him and caressed his back. “But we’re together in this. We can do it. And the things that are beyond our control… Well, they’re beyond our control. We shouldn’t worry about them now. Why focus on the bad things?” You tried to cheer him up.

“What if I lose you?” He asked, his voice breaking.

“You won’t, I promise,” you took a step back to look into his eyes.

“You can’t promise me that,” Buck bit on his lower lip as his jaw clenched; all in effort to stop himself from crying again.

“You couldn’t promise me either. When you were going to Europe, you promised you would be back. But how could you know that? I remembered what one of my friends had told me. Them pilots die like flies, she said. But I refused to listen to her because you…” You put your hand on his chest. “You gave me a promise. And I know my man doesn’t break his word,” you looked up with a gentle smile.

“And…” Buck cleared his throat. “And the little one?” He asked, nearly naively. You chuckled softly and placed his hand on your bump again. The baby moved as if they knew they had been addressed.

“The little one promises to be alright, too, daddy,” you assured your husband. “Now, let’s make these sandwiches, mummy’s hungry,” you bopped him on the nose.

Buck was watching you sitting on the edge of the bed and putting a lotion on your legs, belly and arms. Pregnant or not, he loved to admire you as you were performing your little rituals. When you were done, you laid back on the pillows and sighed.

“Can you imagine that in three months we’ll have Baby Cleven with us?” You asked with a soft smile.

“No,” he admitted in a whisper. “Truth to be told, I can barely believe you’re my wife.”

“Don’t be daft,” you caressed his hair. “Come here, tell us a goodnight story?” You proposed and Buck nodded as he lowered himself to place a kiss on your bump and lay his head next to it. He put his arms around your waist and closed his eyes, savouring the sweet and intimate moment.

“Which story, love?” He asked, gently caressing your bump.

“The one about a princess waiting for her knight to come back from the war?” You asked. It was a story Buck had made up some time ago for your little baby, which was supposed to reflect the story of your child’s parents. But he was still working on the details, changing the plot here and there each time he was telling this story. You liked it not only because it was about the two of you but also because it was giving you a feeling of creating something together for the baby already. Even though Baby Cleven still needed three more months to grow under your heart, you already felt like a real family. There was not a day passing by when you were not grateful for your husband being so involved in the whole process.

“I thought you’d be sick of that story by now,” Buck chuckled.

“No, I will never be sick of it,” you assured him as your fingers brushed through his golden hair. “And I hope Baby Cleven will want to listen to it every day, too.”

“I highly doubt that,” Buck muttered with his face pressed to your bump, kissing it one more time.

“We’ll make up another story then. And then another. And another. I’m sure we’ll come up with dozens of amazing ones. We can make it a family tradition. What do you think?” You asked and he looked up at you. You couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he was at that moment, with his eyes filled with love and admiration, letting himself be vulnerable and soft in your arms.

“I think it’s a beautiful idea,” he nodded.

“Wait, let me grab a notebook,” you reached out to the bedside table to get a notepad and a pen. “Let’s start writing them down.”

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#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #*buck #lilysfiction #austin butler x reader #gale cleven x reader

[copperbadge]

I was making breakfast and listening to an episode of Just King Things this morning, which is a podcast I do recommend -- two very smart English teachers are reading the books of Stephen King in publication order and discussing them. This could go extremely awry except they're both highly conscious of his failings as well as his skill, so they do really well handling a lot of his less salutatory content.

They've hit the point in King's ouvre (this episode was about Hearts In Atlantis) that follows his recovery from the car accident that very nearly killed him, where he was struck by a van while out walking. One of them pointed out that it seems as though he came back from nearly dying determined to write the wildest shit imaginable and only write what he wanted, which struck a chord in me this time despite having listened to this episode before. Perhaps because I was thinking about my own writing and where it's going in the short term (there are a couple of short stories I want to do that I don't quite have a way into yet). I generally don't think about the drift of my creativity in the long term because when I do I usually draw the wrong conclusions.

I don't really classify my life, the way some people who've had high-impact injuries do, as before-TBI and after-TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury -- the fairly severe concussion I had in January of 2020). For one thing, given I had to cancel a trip to NYC because of it, it may have saved my life; I almost certainly would have caught COVID as someone with known lung issues in New York at the time. For another, the TBI was way scarier to almost everyone else; for me it was just one more dumb injury I gave myself and I didn't even remember most of it so it hardly registered. I used to open the story of it with a joke about waking up not remembering going to bed the night before, but nobody ever found it funny.

It's true that there are changes it wrought in my life, though. Even practical stuff like making sure my living space doesn't have tripping hazards and continuing to wear a fitbit even though I don't really need to (the fitbit told us, the morning after, exactly when the concussion happened, because it registered a heart-rate spike when I fell). For weeks after, I had to move slowly and put off making important decisions because I couldn't trust my physical or intellectual judgement; I didn't even jaywalk in my own neighborhood because I couldn't be sure I was judging the cars' speeds properly. For about a year after I had periodic post-concussion syndrome which basically just slammed me back into concussion space, which wasn't painful or upsetting but was definitely inconvenient.

And it's also undeniable that my writing shifted after the injury. It's not necessarily because of the injury, since my initial recovery from the TBI and the declaration of quarantine happened at roughly the same time, and anyone who tells you that a years-long global pandemic didn't impact their artistic expression is selling you a line. But the last thing I wrote before the TBI was the first draft of Six Harvests, and aside from the Six Harvests publication draft, which had fairly minimal changes, almost all that I've written has been blue-sky, light-hearted, PG-rated romance. It's been on my mind that I've been writing different subject matter from what I used to, but the timing of it didn't strike me until just recently.

I don't mind, really. I love fandom and I support fanfic in whatever expression it comes, but I'm also happy writing my own stories. While I'm aware it's been years since I've meaningfully written fanfic, it doesn't bother me per se, as long as I'm writing. It bothered me much more when I could write fanfic but not original fic, especially in those last few awful months at my last job. I'm proud of the literary and non-genre fiction I've written in the past, but it's also much more trying and frustrating to write at times, so I'm enjoying having a different sort of challenge that feels more fulfilling in the process. I'm sure at some point I'll go back to literary fiction -- there are ways in which it's hard to avoid turning the later Shivadh novels into literary fiction, being honest -- but for now I like what I'm writing, and I'm writing primarily to please myself and without regard to what's necessarily rational or linear.

Just struck me, is all, that it's by far the most noticeable major shift in my work. I do sort of wonder what will be next.

#writing #sam writes

[cripplecharacters]

Hello! I need advice for writing a character with oculocutaneous albinism who’s a platonic love interest without descriptions of her coming off as fetishising albinism. Her name is Glass and she’s blind and an investigative journalist and will be a reoccurring character in the series. The MC is gay and he describes her very affectionately in the narrative. When she’s introduced he fondly points out (to the reader) a lot of traits about her including things related to her albinism like “slightly wavy snow white hair in a fashionable bob and striking dark blue eyes that gently danced back and forth. One eye was pointing slightly inwards as she tilted her head and smirked at him.” I got the “dancing eyes” idea from a short film made by someone with albinism and nystagmus. I’m going to try and describe other traits about her more, especially about her personality to counter this.

I also have a question that might be too specific? I’m planning on giving her a little brother with ocular albinism, OA. If someone has a daughter with OCA are they more likely to have a son with OA or are the two kinds of albinism genetically unrelated? I wanted to include him to have more then one blind character in the story. Thanks for your time. :) -Anon Blue.

Hi! We don't currently have mods with Albinism, so I'll try my best. I recommend our #albinism representation tag for resources made by people with it! :-)

If you don't put most of the attention of how she looks to her hair or skin color, I think it should be fine. It's okay to mention it - I mean, that's just how she is, would be kinda weird to fully ignore it - but don't make other characters or the narrator gush over her paleness or eye color every time she comes up. Change it up and praise her fashion sense (like you did with her hairstyle!), the shape of her nose, how bushy her eyebrows are, or how her gums show when she's smiling instead! Her appearance shouldn't be reduced to just "girl with albinism" - give her other visual traits! :-) For other descriptors, I would avoid making her "angelic" or "ethereal" because of her disability. Remember to not make it mystic or magical; there's a whole "Magical Albino" trope out here that you should try to avoid.

You mentioning nystagmus and strabismus is great! Those are often forgotten or ignored in characters with albinism because they're not seen as "pretty". I've seen some people describe their nystagmus as "dancing eyes" before too, I think it's a very cool of conveying it!

In general, a good way to avoid fetishization is to include the "boring/mundane" things. When you show the medical parts of albinism like the esotropia, avoiding the sun, having her use a white cane or a guide animal, or using Braille, the representation will be more informed overall and not just an "aesthetic" - which a lot of characters with albinism unfortunately end up being. There's a big difference between a blind journalist guided by a German shepherd who happens to not have melanin and needs a Big Hat, and an evil sniper with bright red eyes and mysterious powers. I hope this makes sense!

In case that Glass is Black, I'd recommend looking at the #albinism tag at @writingwithcolor - it's always good to make sure your descriptions don't come off as unintentionally colorist if you go into her skin color. Things like describing her as more frail or delicate (when compared to other Black characters) would be in poor taste, so look out for that intersectionality if it applies!

The brother with ocular albinism part; those two types are completely unrelated, and it would be incredibly rare (not impossible) for that to happen as far as I know. For reference, almost all OCA (1-7) and OA (1-2) types are caused by completely different genes. The only exception could be OA1 and OA3; we don't currently know what causes the third one, and there's a theory that it's just a different presentation of the first. But I'm not aware of anything like that for oculocutaneous albinism, so if Glass has OCA1 (as I'm assuming from the description), her brother would have OCA1 as well (as opposed to OCA3 or any other subtype) if anything!

One interesting thing that you could do to have him have OA that I never see in fiction is to have him be adopted. I know multiple families who had a child with a certain disability and decided to adopt a second (or third, or fourth...) one with it! I think it could be very cool and would make sense with him being the younger one. Here is an interview/vlog from a real-life family with six adopted blind kids, if you want an example of that :-)

Wanting to include multiple blind characters is a great idea - if adoption doesn't work for your story, he could have the same type of albinism as Glass or have a non-genetic cause of blindness, like CVI, Retinopathy of Prematurity, glaucoma, or a whole lot of other things!

A story about a blind investigative journalist sounds awesome! Good luck with your writing!

mod Sasza

#mod sasza #anon Blue #albinism representation #writing descriptions #intersectionality #blindness #fetishization of disability

[whumpster-dumpster]

(this ask ended up getting much more rambly than expected haha)

hello, i love your blog and whump in general and i would like to try and get involved in the community.

thing is, i feel really weird/embarrassed for liking whump (even before i knew the term). like ashamed i guess? (im not sure how to put it into words exactly). so i dont want to tell any of my irl freinds that im into it/put it on my main since some of my irl freinds follow my main.

and i do draw and i used to write but i dont really know how to draw/write whump yk? (though i have written whumpy things before, when i was like 10, they were really shit though by virtue of me being a 10 year old) and i feel too shy to put any of my work out into the internet for all to see, espcially my writing because i havent actually written prose fiction in. years. i have played dnd (and my campaigns do tend to get pretty whumpy) but i dont think the experiance of roleplaying it really translates well to the internet?

so i was wondering if you have any tips for 1 getting involved in the whump community and 2 managing feeling embarrased about liking whump

Here's an equally rambly answer! First off, welcome to the community! You're definitely not alone in liking it or in feeling embarrassed about liking it. A lot of us, myself included, have our moments where we feel weird for our interest.

I can't tell you how to get over that because I still feel embarrassed sometimes but pinpointing your reasons for liking it can make it easier to explain if someone inquires. Is it the aesthetic? The drama, the adrenaline? The character development? Is it a coping mechanism? A kink? We've got community members whose reasoning is all across the spectrum. Understanding your reason can be reassuring and help it make sense.

As for the shyness, a lot of us make side blogs for whump content, so it can be a little more isolated/private if we feel awkward about IRL/main blog followers seeing. If your art style is easily recognizable as yours, that might not be the best solution but also remember you don't have to post what you draw (or write.) You can create whump content just for you (and if you decide you do eventually want to post some, that will have served as good practice.)

There are whump prompt lists coming out all the time that can be used for art or writing if you don't know what you want to make. You should look up the whump wheel, it's a fun one!

Re: getting more involved in the community: believe it or not, there are whump roleplayers floating around in the tags pretty often! They'd probably enjoy another roleplay partner on the scene! Beyond that, liking people's posts, reblogging them to that side blog if you decide to make it, coming into their inboxes to say you enjoy their content, sending in prompts if whump fic writers are asking for some, posting prompts of your own if there's a type of whump content you notice lacking and want to inspire someone to explore...There are monthly whump events happening all the time too if you want to participate or just reblog to help promote them. You could also ask if another whump artist wants to do an art trade with you. Those are some of the best ways to dive in!

I hope that was helpful. Have fun!

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[emilybahu]

Just a culmination of thoughts I had and moments I liked during 7x06:

This ended up being MUCH longer than an expected, I just kept adding things to it! So you totally don’t need read the whole thing just skim through if you want…

1. Maddie about a minute away from a panic attack, but still looking stunning✨

2. Hen looks like she’s gonna go all angry mom mode on Buck and Eddie, who are looking ROUGH… she gives them a look that should put the fear of god into anyone!

3. You know, I just wanted them to have one major milestone that didn’t involve one or both of them being in danger, but NOOOO! We don’t even know where Chimney is and Buck and Eddie are a complete hit mess! Evan “✨it’s complicated✨” Buckley.

4. Oh my god I love Buck and Eddie and their shared brain cell so much! Their bickering is hilarious! Buck slapping Eddie’s hand away from the sliders and later Eddie saying, “reach for them and you’ll be pulling back a bloody stump!” 🤣🤣🤣

5. RAVI WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DO YOU WANT TO DIE!? 🤣

6. “Wholesome 80s themed karaoke” and Eddie proposing that he and Buck go as Crockett and Tubbs.

7. I kinda figured Chimney wouldn’t show seeing as HE DIDN’T WANT A PARTY. Then everyone leaves and it’s JUST Buck and Eddie, because of course!

8. And back to Buck and Tommy again… Tommy has to go and put out a LITERAL fire and we get a second Buck/Tommy hug in the span of like 3 minutes! I’m getting FED they are so cute and soft, and Tommy really doesn’t want to leave but has no choice… the soft hug and “be safe” I’m sorry my heart is melting! 🫠❤️

9. Buck and Eddie are just having A TIME with all these random people, and of course being the touch starved boys they are, you get a little (a lot) of alcohol in em they obviously need to have physical contact at all times! 🤣

10. Drunk Buck being like “we don’t have a key🥺” and Drunk Eddie “you don’t need a key,” (hand on shoulder, thumb on pulse point) “we’re fire fighters👨‍🚒😈” continues to kick in the door!

11. CHAOS ENTERS THE BUILDING, I couldn’t stop laughing! Honestly I didn’t realize Buck and Eddie could party this hard! Buck wakes up on the floor, Eddie’s in the bath tub (a shirt? What’s that? Never heard of it) and Chimney is FUCKING NO WHERE TO BE FOUND! 😬

12. Cut to Maddie desperately trying to get ahold of Chimney and track him down, but he’s somewhere in his car dazed, confused and clearly UNWELL! And his car gets freaking stolen!

13. The dinner celebrating Kevin’s life 🥲

14. Gosh dang it, everyone in the room together worried about Chimney, god my heart! I hope they find him soon!

15. Maddie showing up at the dispatch center in her wedding dress! The woman means business! SHE GONNA FIND HER MAN!

16. Doug, DOUG!? What are you doing torturing Chimney in his subconscious!? No one wants you here!

17. Seeing Maddie’s reaction to Chimney in this state is heartbreaking! She just wants to make sure he’s ok, but he’s clearly not!😢

18. Bruh, we keep getting jump scared by Doug, I’m so DONE with that guy!

19. Time jump to two weeks earlier… “telling Buck ‘no’ is like telling a dog not to jump your leg” just more proof that Buck is a man with the soul of a golden retriever puppy…🤣

20. Bobby saying “well evidently our two love birds over there were enjoying some sexy time, when they heard some weeping” had me wheezing! 😂

21. When they figured out what was wrong with Chimney I got so scared, even though I knew he’d likely be fine. Never know what might happen though…

22. When Chimney’s paramedic skills kicked back in it gave me hope, then he saw Doug again… and still didn’t remember that he’s actually a paramedic.

23. He knows he needs to be somewhere and he hears Buck calling for him, Chimney knows they’re looking for him, then freaking Doug makes him almost give up fighting! 🥲

24. NO DOUG🙄 MADDIE DIDN’T FUCKING LIKE BEING ABUSED!

25. KEVIN🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Kevin telling Chimney he NEEDS to get up and get help!

26. Maddie in the hospital with Chimney, thinking he doesn’t remember her then him saying “I’m sorry I missed our wedding” GOD MY HEART!

27. Jee running in yelling “daddy!” 🥹

28. “We always get back to each other somehow” please! My heart can’t handle this! They’re meant to be!!🥹😭

29. “I know Kevin is smiling right now” “yeah he is” I can’t breathe! I’m shocked I didn’t cry!

30. Just the whole ceremony, Bobby officiating! Everyone so happy for them together after this day they’ve had! I’m just gonna melt into a puddle of pure emotion! 🥹🥺

31. I love them. I love them! I LOVE THEM!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

32. Buck looking down at his phone to see that Tommy told him he’s there 🤭🤭

33. I made a whole post about this kiss, ahhhhhh!! (My reaction remains the same every time I watch it, I lose control of my limbs, my voice gets all high and squeaky, and I lose the ability to form actual words) The damn 10 second scene still has me SHOOK! 😆🫨

34. Buck pulling Tommy into the room, Tommy apologizing for missing the ceremony and Chimney looking up at him and over to Buck and saying “Thanks tommy, looks like you were… busy” (I didn’t even think about how long Buck was gone before, but since they had time to cut and serve cake to everyone Buck had to be just in another world with Tommy for at least 20 minutes…)

35. Hen’s face when she realizes that Buck and Tommy totally were just making out! And Eddie being the supportive king of a bff that the is!

36. The Buckley parents faces… I’ll be ready to throw hands in a second if they say something homophobic later on!

37. Hen saying “well it’s about damn time” to Karen!! Ahhhhhh! Girlllll!!! Are telling me you could see Buck’s raging bisexuality THE WHOLE TIME!? 😆😆😆😆 She so CLOCKED HIM!

38. Chimney feels right at home anywhere if he and Maddie are together!! ❤️🫠🥹

39. Not them mentioning the cruise ship!! Too soon, too soon! 🫠 But I also laughed!😂

40. “So, were Buck and Tommy a thing before my amnesia?” “Um yeah, actually they were.” (Still trying to figure out how much time there was between the coffee date and the wedding… I have no clue. [Please can someone tell me!?])

41. “Why do they call me Chimney?” And cut to black…. Really, REALLY!? That was cruel, so rude. They’re never gonna tell us why they call him Chimney are they?

And that’s the end!

#911 abc #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #maddie buckley #chimney han #hen wilson #madney wedding #911 7x06 #911 spoilers #just my thoughts

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 42:

Put it on the one people put wedding rings on…

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TW: slightly spicy content;

Charles POV:

"It’s not funny…" Lizzie threw a pillow at Pierre, while pacing back and forth "This is not how I pictured our wedding!"

"Yeah? How did you picture it?" Pierre laughed, wiping away his tears.

"Well, first off, I didn’t want to wake up from my wedding night with you sleeping on the floor and also it would be quite nice to remember the wedding at all!" Lizzie was stressed and pale, her anxiety through the roof "We don’t even have time to figure out what to do! We have to leave for the airport in… well 15 minutes ago." she hid her face in her hands before she pulled them away, looking at the ring, tears gathering in her eyes.

"Pierre? Can you…" I began but he already walked to the door "Thanks." he just nodded and I hugged Lizzie, pulled her in a tight embrace "Cara mia, it’s going to be okay."

"How? We’re married! And we can’t even remember it! And we were probably alone! Only Pierre was with us… Dad already couldn’t really walk Sissy down the aisle! And now me as well! Even worse! He wasn’t even there! Our mums weren’t there! Liam! Benji! Our siblings! Our friends! No one! This is not how I wanted to marry you!" Lizzie cried, her whole body shaking violently with each sob.

"Cara mia, believe me when I say that this is not how I wanted to marry you either! I didn’t even get the chance to propose to you!" I hugged her, tried to sooth her but she was still shaking violently in my hold. I pulled away a little, cupping her cheeks. But before I could say something, Lizzie flinched when it knocked on the door, her eyes wide.

"It’s okay, it’s just the door!" I cooed and she nodded as I went to open the door.

"Wait! The ring!" she said right at the moment when I opened the door, Pops looking at us, a little scowl on his face.

"If that’s not Mr. and Mrs. …" he began and Lizzie stormed over.

"I’m so sorry, Dad! I swear we didn’t plan it! It just happened!" she pleaded.

" 'We are always late'…" Juergen finished and then looked between me and Lizzie.

"What?" Lizzie asked.

"What yourself?" he replied, cocking an eyebrow "You didn’t plan what? What just happened?"

"No-nothing…" Lizzie stammered and looked down.

"Yeah, sure… whats going on?" Pops looked at me and I sighed.

"We don’t know. We might or might not got mar-…" I began, when Pierre bursted through the door.

"Dude, we’re screwed!" he said and I looked at him "We’re so freaking screwed!"

"Okay, can someone tell me what’s going on?" Juergen looked between us, Lizzie and I held up our left hands, showing him the rings. I couldn’t read him, he was quiet, his face void of any emotion, Lizzie next to me began to tremble, a silent tear running down her cheek, right when Juergen burst out laughing. His loud, heartfelt laugh boomed through the room and he had to wipe away the tears, holding his stomach, still laughing.

"That’s not funny!" Lizzie glared at him but that didn’t stop him from laughing.

"Oh god what a cliché! Getting drunk, getting married and then don’t remember it the next day. Vegas, baby!" Juergen pressed out between laughter and I had to laugh as well, but stopped immediately when Lizzie looked at me.

"Sorry." I said hastily and she groaned.

"This is not what I wanted. I wanted us to have a beautiful wedding and not this…" she sighed and Pierre cleared his throat.

"You can still have that…" he began but Lizzie scoffed.

"No! Because I don’t want it to be just the second ceremony because the first one no one remembers!"

"Don’t worry, it will be the first one… at least for you…" Pierre looked at me and I was confused.

"What do you mean, at least for her?" I asked, almost scared for his answer, when he threw his phone and I caught it.

"Look at the pictures…"

I opened the gallery and the first picture was Lizzie, Kika, Pierre and I with a whole wedding party in what looked like a chapel, with Elvis in the middle. I swiped to the next picture, Kika and Lizzie, both kissing Elvis cheek’s. And then the third picture. Pierre and I. At the altar. Holding hands. Elvis in front of us, reading something out of his book.

"What the actual fuck?" I swiped to the next picture and almost dropped the phone "YOU KISSED ME?"

"NO! YOU KISSED ME!" Pierre exclaimed and Lizzies eyes widened.

"What?" she stood up and grabbed the phone, looking at the pictures, Juergen looking over her shoulder. I didn’t know that it was possible, but Lizzie paled even more.

"You married Pierre?" she whispered.

"Well, I guess congratulations are in order, for our lovely newlyweds!" Juergen began to laugh again, this time I glared at him, but he just took the phone out of Lizzie’s hand looking at the pictures again.

"You married Pierre?" she repeated and I cupped her cheeks.

"Cara mia, please believe me that I have no idea how that happened! Please don’t hate me. I love you, cara mia. You know that!" I said and looked at her.

"You married Pierre." she breathed out and I groaned.

"Yes! God damn! I married Pierre! Can you please say something else?"

"Umm-… congrats?" she said and I looked at her puzzled, before she started to laugh.

"That’s not funny!"

"You just laughed when Pops had his little laugh flash! Then it was funny apparently!" she shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah but then it was me and you who were married! Which would be okay, because guess what, that was something that was going to happen anyways!"

"No, no, Charlie. We weren’t married… we just thought it. That’s a difference." she chuckled and in this moment, I realized once again how much like her father she was, both now laughing, looking at the pictures "But wait? Why do you and I wear wedding rings? Why don’t you wear it?" I looked at Pierre and he shrugged, taking my hand.

"Because that ring wouldn’t fit on any of my fingers… maybe my pinky, but not even for sure." he said and I looked at his hand and then the petite ring on my finger.

"So you gave it to me?"

"Maybe? Probably? I don’t know?"

"Does that really matter now? No! No it doesn’t! Can we please focus on the main problem and figure out how we get out of this mess, before…" I began.

"Before the media finds out?" Kika appeared in the door, looking fresh and well rested compared to us “I guess that’s too late.”

"What do you mean?" Pierre asked and she showed him her phone "'POV: Your Vegas wedding gets crashed by 3 Formula 1 drivers and a model' oh god… so we crashed a wedding and then what? Decided to get married as well? And why did we get married? We were both there with our girlfriends! Why didn’t we marry them?" Pierre looked just as frustrated as me and Kika patted his arm.

"Because I left after the ceremony of the couple whose wedding we crashed. I told you that I had an important videocall this morning… what happened after I left was out of my control." Kika looked at me, a slight grin on her lips.

"What happened was that I married freaking Charles Leclerc!" Pierre groaned.

"Hey! Im not happy either, being married to Pierre Gasly is nothing I would ever wanted."

"Are there more videos?" Lizzie asked and watched the clip.

"No, they just posted this clip. We basically just attended their wedding. Some pictures with them but that’s it. I couldn’t find anything that implied you guys getting hitched." Kika answered and Lizzie nodded.

"Then I guess it’s not that bad, no?" she said and I looked at her.

"Not that bad? Lizzie I’m married to Pierre! To Pierre! Not to you! That is freaking bad!" I couldn’t believe her words.

"Yeah and we’ll find a way to solve that problem? Annulate the marriage? I don’t know. We should go to the chapel first because I didn’t see a wedding certificate or anything, so it must be there! And then we can ask them what to do in a situation like this!" Lizzie got up "Pops, I guess we need a later flight, can you call Julie and take care of that?"

"On it. And boys? Heads up, you looked beautiful and oh so happy!" Pops chuckled while leaving the room.

"Very funny." Pierre murmured and Lizzie and Kika laughed.

"Come on now boys, let’s get you guys divorced." Lizzie said, grabbing her phone.

"I can’t wait…" I mumbled, Pierre nodding in agreement.

"Last race of the season, Charles, what are your thoughts on this season?" Tom Clarkson asked.

"It’s been a tough season, starting out the worst way possible. When it finally got better, I was making too many mistakes myself. But we managed to turn the season around, won a race, fought for podiums and yeah, now I just want to finish the season on a high." I replied.

"You almost had a second win last weekend in Las Vegas. How did you like racing in Vegas?"

"The track itself was fun. The race was good, I had some good moments here and there. The safety car ruined my chance of winning unfortunately, but it’s like this, overall it was a good weekend with a second place."

"We’ve seen you not attended just one but two weddings? The one of Lizzie Doetterer‘s sister and our very own Daniel Ricciardo."

"Yeah, Daniel surprised us all a little with his spontaneous wedding plans, but his wife, wow weird to say that, but yeah his wife and Lizzie and co, made it possible and it was an amazing day. As for the second wedding, yeah that wasn’t planned. We decided to hit another club, but somehow ended up crashing a wedding. The people were all nice tho." I said, absently rubbing over my left ring finger, where just 3 days ago a wedding ring sat. A wedding ring Lizzie and I practically stole.

"There were rumours that you and Lizzie also tied the knot that night?"

"That are just rumours. Lizzie and I are not married. We had a lot of fun attending the weddings, that was enough for us." I smiled, thinking back at Lizzie and how beautiful she looked.

"So there was no secret wedding?" Tom laughed and I shook my head.

"No secret wedding." Thank god. I never felt as relieved as when the owner of the chapel, who dressed up as Elvis for ceremonies, told us that Pierre and I didn’t really marry. That we just made a joke and Lizzie took some pictures of it.

"Alright, then let’s get some questions from the floor."

The questions were almost all the same. Reflection of the season. What to expect from next season. How the contract negotiations were going. I answered as truthfully as possible and when I walked out, Lizzie waited outside with the next group.

"'Right now there is nothing new to announce. I'll be driving at Ferrari next season everything else is not on my mind right now.' You’re a liar, Mr. Leclerc." she grinned against my lips and I chuckled.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about." I shrugged my shoulders when she was called in "Have fun."

"Oh yes, so much fun." She sighed and walked inside.

I headed back to our hospitality, when I saw Arthur. He leaned against a wall, almost hidden, eyes closed phone at his ear. I walked over and as if he was feeling my presence he opened his eyes, shaking his head, walking away. I watched how he almost ran off, pocketing his phone, not once looking back and decided to ask him later about it, when I heard Silvia calling me. One last deep breath and I turned around, putting on a fake smile for whatever shenanigans she had in mind now.

 

The weekend started out with a bang. Topping FP1 didn’t just surprise the rest of the grid, but also ourselves. But reality settled in pretty fast after a more than realistic performance in FP2 and in Saturdays FP3. I sat in the garage, watching my mechanics doing their thing at my car and scrolled through Instagram when Shima sent me a link to a F1 gossip account. Opening the link, I already rolled my eyes, thinking about what abstruse rumour now is going on. It was a short clip of Arthur talking to a girl, looking very comfortable with the way the girl clung to his arm. A girl that wasn’t Carla. I read the caption right as Shima called.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Is that Arthur?" she asked and I swallowed hard "Because if that’s him… Lizzie there are comments that state that they were kissing… that’s not Carla."

"When was that?"

"Apparently end of October…"

"End of October? I was facetiming with Carla when we were in LA. She didn’t say anything…" I was confused. Carla would’ve mentioned it if they broke up.

"Lizzie… that gossip page is stating that Arthur unfollowed Carla on Instagram and deleted all pictures of them… I checked, theyre right." Shima said and I checked it myself  "There’s a new post… they state that multiple sources claim that the pictures with the other girl, a TikToker, were taken when he was still with Carla, shortly after they were both together spotted clubbing with friens in Monaco. Carla is apparently not aware of the situation."

Yeah sure. The internet is exploiting it, but Carla’s not aware." I laughed bitterly.

"Do you believe it?" Shima asked and I sighed "Would he do that?"

"I never thought so… but… I don’t know what to think." I groaned when Pete waved at me "Oh for fucks sake… I have to get in the car, quali starts soon."

"Oh shit! I totally forgot about that! I'm sorry! Don’t think about it too much, okay?" Shima sighed.

"I try…"

I tried and succeeded, partly. P5 for the final race of the year. Not the best but certainly not the worst either and when I walked to the interviews I had a little smile on my face, seeing Daniel smiling brightly, showing off his wedding ring.

"Oh there is my sister-in-law or how I call her from now on, ring-stealer, wanna join in?" he waved me over, joining in on his interview with Ted Kravitz.

"Ring-stealer?" he asked, looking at me and I laughed.

"Yeah… I- we, Charles and I, kinda stole their wedding rings? But like… not intentionally?" I said and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Care to elaborate?" Ted laughed and

Daniel threw his arm around my shoulders.

"Basically, at I don’t know? 1? 2? In the morning my wife and I, fucking hell I love saying that, my wife and I decided to jump in the pool outside." he chuckled looking at me "And because she was scared that we lose our wedding rings, we gave them Charles and Lizzie to take care of them. And somehow they kept them? And we didn’t think about them anymore when we finally got out of the pool… and these two drunk lovebirds forgot about them as well… my wife was a little… well she wasn’t really happy about us losing our wedding rings in our first night as husband and wife. But yeah, our little thieves brought them back."

"While apologising profoundly!" I threw in and Daniel nodded.

"So you and Charles didn’t get secretly married, now that you had the rings ready?" Ted chuckled and I shook my head.

"God no! Wearing someone else’s wedding ring is bad luck! I don’t want to imagine what happens when you use them to get married." I laughed, feeling bad for wearing the rings.

"So Vegas was fun then?" Ted looked at me and I sighed "You weren’t really happy about racing there? You and Max were… let’s say not that open minded?"

"It’s like I said, the track was fun, nothing too special, sure, but still fun. It was the show around it. Opening ceremony. Too many events. It was draining. I’m a racing driver, I want to race. I don’t want or need a big show…" I shrugged a little and he nodded.

"Thank you Lizzie, for joining us!" Ted said and I smiled.

"No worries! See you later Danny Ric!" I nudged his shoulder and walked off, right into Charles.

"Hey pretty girl." he smiled and pulled me in, kissing me shamelessly.

"Stop! Everyone is watching!" I whined a little and he rolled his eyes.

"No one is watching!" he chuckled and walked off, Julie next to me grinning.

"Come on." she laughed and I followed her back to our hospitality.

After our debrief I waited for Charles’ text and scrolled through some of the pictures and videos Shima sent me earlier. I watched the clip replay and scoffed, right as I saw Arthur walking by outside.

"Julie? Give me a minute, okay?" I walked out "Arthur!" he turned around, smiling.

"Hey Lizzie, I was on my way to see Charles." he hugged me but looked at me confused "What’s going on?"

"Is it true?" I asked him and he cocked an eyebrow "The clips and pictures from you and that girl? In Paris?"

"Lizzie, listen it’s not-…" he began.

"Yes or no. It’s simple. Is that really you? With that girl? You know I don’t believe gossip pages, but that picture? So please, answer my question. Is that you?" he took a deep breath and looked down "That’s answer enough. Why? This is not you. You wouldn’t… I don’t understand?"

"It’s complicated…" he said, rubbing his neck.

"No. Cheating isn’t complicated. It’s a decision. A stupid decision. One that you made. How could you?" the disappointment in my voice was palpable.

"Lizzie, please believe me… it’s not what it looks like. Let me just expl-…" he began when I saw 3 girls and a guy walking towards us. The girl that laughed the loudest looked familiar.

"Here you are Arthur!" she smiled at him and it dawned on me.

"You brought her here? Are you fucking kidding me? Already showing her off?" I was shocked.

"It’s not like this!" he stated.

"You’re an asshole, Arthur. You’re not the sweet guy I once knew. You changed. Not for the better." I said bluntly and walked back inside the hospitality, not reacting to him calling my name.

"I can’t wait to go home! Just pack the rest of our stuff and then it’s time to move into our first place together!" I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes "Tests are done. I’m not needed until the 12th in the factory."

"Yeah well, I’m needed at the factory… so…" Charles sighed a little, smiling at the flight attendant who handed us some water "I feel bad for not helping you…"

"Oh come on! I’m finishing my place first, Shima will help me. And then Marta and Riccardo will help me finish with your place! It’s fine. Most of our furniture stays behind anyways! The new furniture is already delivered and some pieces are even assembled! So it’s just pack up and put it in our flat! And as soon as we’re back we’ll start with the rest together!"

"Yeah but still… I wish I could be more helpful… but they want me in Maranello for the big announcement."

"Mattia is gone. Fred comes in. You will finally have a team principal who will actually look out of for you as well! Who will listen on the input you’re giving! I’m really happy for you!" I smiled at him, leaning my head on his shoulder and snuggled a little into his side.

"Yeah… let’s hope that all the work and effort that Fred put in over the past year will pay off…" Charles mumbled and I grabbed his hand.

"I’m sure you’ll have an amazing season." I kissed the back of his hand and he sighed.

After a while I sat back up, grabbing my book and leaning back into my seat when I saw Charles scrolling through his phone, the look on his face pure agony.

"What’s going on?" I asked and he looked up.

"I still can’t believe that Arthur did that…" he whispered and I put my book down "You should’ve seen the look on his face when I tried to talk to him? He was furious… he! He did this? He has no right to be furious!"

"That was maybe because of me? Because I already gave him a piece of my mind and that’s why he had that attitude?" I replied but he shook his head.

"What you said was right! What he did was… I don’t know how he could do that. I’m so disappointed in him." Charles closed his eyes and leaned back "That’s not how we were raced. He has so many good role models in his life? I thought he would be better than this?"

"Maybe we need to talk to him again? Really figure out what happened?" I suggested but he just scoffed.

"His reaction said it all. He doesn’t t want to talk…"

"Give him a little time? I try to talk to Carla…"

"Poor girl. She’s like a little sister? She’s a part of this family! I’m so sorry for her…" Charles mumbled after a while and I nodded.

"Yeah… but she’s strong. She’ll be alright." or at least I hoped so.

I looked around. Chaos. Chaos everywhere. The mover did a good job in bringing the boxes into their designated rooms, but it was still a mess. A mess I had to organise. But I had no idea where to start. I put up some music and decided that the kitchen might be the perfect start. After what felt like hours all the boxes were empty and folded together in the hallway, the kitchen looked almost done. Just a few decorations here and there. I was about to decide what would be perfect when I got a notification on my phone. A text from Charles that the official announcement of Fred replacing Mattia would be out in the next minutes and that he was already on his way back home. I sighed, looking around. I had hope to be almost done by the time he would come home, but the chaos around proved me wrong. I continued with unpacking our clothes, trying to organise first my side of the walk in closet and then Charles. Taking the opportunity, I kept some of his most hideous clothes in one of the boxes, hoping I could get rid of them, without his knowledge. I shoved the box in the bottom shelf of one of my closets and put some of my clothes on top to hide it a little. Happy with my job I went on to unpack our books and other stuff for the living room upstairs. I lost all track of time, listening to my music, unpacking box after box. I stretched a little when I heard Charles calling after me.

"Cara mia?"

"I’m upstairs!" I called back and a moment later I heard him coming up the stairs.

"Here you are! And look at- damn Lizzie! You’re almost done?" he pulled me up, straight into his arms, hugging me tight.

"Well no, there are still some boxes for the kitchen left, don’t know how they ended up here? And also some knickknacks here and there. I also have to-…" I began but he silenced me with a kiss.

"Hi." he whispered against my lips.

"Hi." I breathed out, feeling myself blushing under his intense gaze.

"You did an amazing job, cara mia…"

"I tried. There is still some furniture that needs to be assembled and some boxes need to be unpacked. Oh and I have to put the bedding on our bed!" I sighed a little but Charles hugged ne closer, kissing my temple.

"Show me which boxes are for the kitchen and I bring them downstairs, then we can unpack them together…" he replied but I shook my head.

"We bring them down, but then you’re going to take a shower, I cook something and then we just relax? You drove all the way from Maranello. You must be exhausted!" I looked at him and he cupped my cheeks kissing my forehead.

"Sounds like a plan! And then tomorrow we’ll do the rest together!"

I nodded and showed him the boxes for the kitchen. Grabbing one myself to follow him I hissed a little in pain. Pain erupting in my back.

"Are you okay?" Charles turned around and I nodded.

"Yeah… I think it was all just a little much today with carrying all the stuff back and forth… I’m fine." I smiled but he waited for a moment then he walked back and took the box from my hands.

"You’re done carrying boxes. Come on…" he ushered me down the stairs and I sat down on the sofa "How about we order something to eat? Yeah?"

"Just order whatever you want to and that’s fine with me." I yawned a little, stretching my back and neck, feeling how tense I was.

"Alright, I’ll take a shower and order food, you l make yourself comfortable and pick out a movie?" Charles kissed the top of my head and I nodded leaning back.

I switched through Netflix sinking deeper into the pillows, my eyelids heavy. A dull pain in the back was the last thing I felt before I fell asleep.

I handed Charles another book he put away when I got a text from my sister. I replied quickly and then turned back to the box of books. After an hour all our books were stored away and the bookshelf was a wild mix of poetry, books about design and architecture, nature, fantasy books, cook books and books about photography. Right when I stepped away to look at our doing I got another text and I sighed reading it.

"What’s up?" Charles asked, pulling the packing film off of his piano.

"It was something about Christmas…" I said and he turned.

"What about Christmas?"

"It seems that this year everyone has some plans already…" I walked down the stairs with some empty boxes, Charles hot on my heels.

"Wait, wait, wait… are you telling me we’re not celebrating Christmas together this year?" Charles looked at me with big eyes. 

"Marcus, Lisa and Benji are going to Norway visiting Lisa’s family. Sissy and Liam are joining Daniel in Australia. Enzo will celebrate with Charlotte’s family, Arthur… well Arthur said to your mum that he wants to go to the alps with his friends, rent a cabin and yeah… so its just us and our parents…" I said, putting the boxes away when Charles shook his head.

"But its Christmas! We always celebrate Christmas together! Its like this for the last? I don’t know 15 years? Maybe longer?" I could see in his eyes that he was upset and gently stroked his cheek.

"Its okay, we grow up, starting our own families…" I started but he scoffed.

"That’s no reason to not celebrate together anymore! What are we supposed to do now? Celebrate Christmas all alone? Where do we go? What are we doing?" Charles sounded desperate.

"We can do whatever we want to do!"

"Yeah? I want to celebrate with our family…" he mumbled and got up, the sadness in his voice palpable.

"Charles…" I began but he held up his hand, walking towards the stairs, moments later I heard him play a slow and sad sounding version of Jingle Bells "Drama queen!" I yelled upstairs before I walked into the kitchen, sitting down at the island and opened up my MacBook, looking for an adventure that would brighten Charles mood. I immediately found the perfect getaway, it looked amazing. I didn’t know how long I sat there, when Charles hugged me from behind, making me squeal.

"Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!" I breathed out.

"Sorry… for being upset and scaring you…" he whispered in my neck, peppering it with tiny kisses "What are you doing?"

"Looking what we could do for Christmas and New Year's Eve…" I said and he sighed a little "Oh come on! Its just you and me? Isn’t that also something nice for a change?"

"Of course it is, but it's just… Christmas was always this big family party…and I loved it…" he mumbled, sitting down next to me.

"And it will be like that again, next year. But this year its just us, is that so bad?" I pouted a little and he groaned.

"Of course it's not! It's just… oh whatever, show me what you’ve planned." he leaned over and I turned the screen a little "New Zealand?"

"New Zealand. 3 weeks. You and I in our campervan. Look it has everything we need! A little kitchen. Bathroom. Big and cozy bed. Little seating area if the weather’s not too great. Everything. We can explore New Zealand the way we want. If we like it somewhere, we can stay. If not? We’ll just drive off. We can go hiking in the mountains. Surfing. Relax at beautiful beaches. We can go whale watching. And a big bonus, I think you’re completely unknown there."

"We are completely unknown there, you mean?" he looked at me pointedly.

"Okay, fine…we are completely unknow there…" I rolled my eyes a little and he pinched my side.

"That’s our camper? It looks really nice and cozy… just you and me in that van? Going wherever we want to go? Doing whatever we want to do? No one knows us?" he said, looking at the screen and I nodded.

"Yeah… I already looked up some nice places to go to, some nice hikes, campgrounds. It could be an amazing adventure…" I looked at him and he smiled, tilting his head a little.

"Book the flights. We're going to New Zealand…" he kissed my cheek and I squealed, this time out of happiness.

"You know how I always wanted to go to New Zealand! Finally!" I was so excited, already typing away, booking our flights and the campervan "I wanna go to Hobbiton! The WETA Cave, Milford Sound, Doubtful Sound! I wanna do the Tongariro Crossing… swimming with dolphins and seals in Kaikoura! Whale watching! Oh and Wharariki Beach! Oh god I’m so excited! I wanna wander through the red wood forest in Rotorua! Oh and look at all these amazing hiking trails! That’s like were training already for the new season… look! We can go bungee jumping and skydiving in Queenstown and-…" Charles pulled me in and kissed me, shutting up my excited rambling.

"I love how excited you are." he whispered against my lips and I smiled "So when are we leaving for our little adventure?"

"This Sunday everyone is coming for our little housewarming brunch… I have to be in Neuenburg on the 12th and our flight is on the 14th from Frankfurt." I said and he nodded.

"Will we be back for training camp with Andrea and JK?"

"Yep, maybe were even on the same flight back as JK. We have to visit him! He told me to come visit him for years! He probably has some secret spots for us!" I sent a text to him.

"So. New Zealand. You and me."

"You and me." I kissed him "We can go stargazing! The night sky is so clear in New Zealand, and we can go kayaking in the Abel Tasm-…" he interrupted me again, kissing me.

"Shhh cara mia, later…" he pulled me up "Didn’t we say every room?"

"What do you mean?" I looked at him all confused when he slipped his hand underneath my shirt, pushing it up and it dawned on me "Not we… you said that…" I breathed out against his lips as he pushed me against the kitchen island "Charles…" he hoisted me up, sitting me down on the cold countertop "Not on here…"

"Yes on here…" a devilish grin on his lips.

Charles POV:

Lizzie flitted through the flat, adjusting some vases here, pillows there. Next was the kitchen island and the wide variety of food she prepared.

"Do you think its enough?" she asked and I looked at her.

“Depends on how many people exactly are coming? 50?” I joked and she groaned a little.

“Im serious, do you think its enough? I could make another quiche maybe?” she was already halfway  through to the pantry, before I stopped her.

“Cara mia, we already have three quiches! And eggs in all shapes and forms. Bread rolls, bagels, croissants, fruit, vegetables, salad. A whole bunch of stuff I don’t even know what it is. Its enough. You did enough!” I reassured her, massaging her tense shoulders.

“I want it to be perfect. It’s the first time they all see this place, our place, our very own and first flat together. Penthouse. Its not a flat, it’s a penthouse. I need to get used to it first.” Lizzie sighed and I smiled.

“Lizzie, this place looks amazing. You made it a home for us, its perfect. That brunch? Perfect. The flowers? Perfect. The decoration on the table? Perfect. You? Perfect.” I kissed her and I felt her relaxing into me “Don’t worry. Its all going to be perfect…”

“Okay… thank you.” She whispered, right as her timer went off “Oh! The cupcakes!”

“Cupcakes? You made cupcakes as well? Again, how many people are coming exactly? 100?” I chuckled, watching her taking out two trays of cupcakes from the oven.

“Very funny…” she threw the oven mitts at and I caught them “I saw a recipe of these red velvet ones! They looked amazing so I had to try them.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking at the baking trays.

"I mean yeah, they look amazing." I said, grinning while looking at the island.

"I disinfected it. Twice." she mumbled, blushing slightly and I laughed.

"You mean you disinfected it twice today?" I chuckled when the doorbell rang.

"Oh god! They’re here already? I’m not ready! I need to change! I was just taking a break to do the last bits and take the cupcakes out of the oven!" Lizzie made big eyes and I kissed her cheek.

"You go change and I open the door. It’s fine! Everything looks great! The table is set. The food looks delicious. So let’s go!" I calmed her down and she nodded, almost sprinting into our bedroom. I chuckled before I went and opened the door.

 

"And that’s the terrace." I opened up the big sliding doors and stepped outside, followed by our parents, Sissy, Daniel and Liam, Arthur, Lorenzo and Charlotte, Joris and Lizzie.

"Oh wow! What a breathtaking view!" Marina said looking towards the ocean.

"Is that- is that a pool?" Sissy made big eyes when I nodded "You have a pool? On the terrace of your penthouse? Are you kidding me?" she followed Liam the stairs up to the pool and he looked like he was about to jump in "Don’t you dare!"

"We don’t have a pool at home!" he looked at me an I laughed, opening my arms and he jumped right into me "When it’s summer, can I come to you and swim with you?"

"Absolutely!" I smiled and he clapped excitedly.

"This is really… it’s amazing you two. I’m proud of you." Juergen said and pulled Lizzie to his side, kissing her head "I guess we lost you now for all time to Monaco."

"Oh come on, Pops… don’t get all mushy on me now." Lizzie sighed and Juergen chuckled as the doorbell rang "Let’s get back inside, the food is all ready."

I walked downstairs into the hallway and opened the door, looking surprised.

"Carla! Hi, umm- come in." I stepped aside and let her in, sensing her discomfort.

"Lizzie didn’t tell you that she invited me, right? I shouldn’t have come. I knew it was a bad idea…" she began but I shook my head.

"No! No it's not a bad idea! It’s  just-…" I stopped, looking towards the kitchen.

"He’s here, right?" she almost whispered and I nodded.

"Yeah… but if it’s okay for you, then let's go inside." I said, throwing my arm around her shoulders.

"I mean… yeah. I live here… Monaco isn’t that big so I might get used to seeing him around." her voice wavering "I’m sorry."

"Whats taking you so lo-…" Lizzie's head plopped through the door frame. She walked outside and hugged Carla "Hi! I'm so happy you came!"

"Is it really okay that I’m here? I don’t want to intrude or anything…" she lowered her gaze.

"You don’t intrude! You’re a part of this family! Also you helped me with designing this place so you should see how it all turned out, no? So come on in!" Lizzie took her hand and pulled her inside.

"Carla!" Liam chirped as soon as they walked through the door and he ran up to her.

"Hey Liam." she kneeled down and Liam hugged her tight.

"Carla, it's so good to see you!" Maman said as soon as Liam let go of her and then hugged her "You've been to Paris, I've seen? How was it?"

"It was wonderful. I really loved the city. Some of the people weren't the nicest tho… but yeah, I'm already planning my next tr-…" she stopped, right as Arthur walked down the stairs.

"Yeah we could try-…" Arthur said to Lorenzo but stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted Carla.

"Watch it!" Lorenzo bumped into him.

"What- why… what are you doing here?" Arthur asked her, his eyes wide.

"I-umm… Lizzie, she- umm…" Carla looked at her hands.

"I invited her!" Lizzie said bluntly and Arthur looked at her.

"Why?" he sounded conflicted.

"Because this is my, sorry Charles, our place, Carla helped me with some of the interior design decisions… also because I wanted to." Lizzie looked at Arthur, a fire in her eyes.

"Maybe I should just go…" Carla said quietly.

"No, you should not. We invited you. End of the story. And now let’s eat… Lizzie made food for at least 50 people, I hope you guys are hungry." I said and Lizzie smiled, pulling Carla with her, followed by the rest of our guests, only my brothers and Liam left.

"I'll leave." Arthur mumbled but Enzo grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Oh come on. Don’t be ridiculous. We’re all grown ups here!" he said and I nodded.

"I’m not!" Liam pouted when I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder, chuckling.

"Yeah but that my ex sits here and I have to be cool with it?" Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Ex because you cheated." It was out before I could stop it.

"Charles…" Lorenzo shook his head.

"Let’s eat." I only replied and followed Lizzie towards the kitchen.

 

I watched Arthur the entire time. He was quieter than usually. Only talking when someone asked him directly. He looked at me every now and then, feeling my gaze on him.

"Stop staring at him." Lizzie whispered, leaning over to grab the bottle of champagne in front of me.

"He should feel that we’re all disappointed in him." I whispered back.

"Believe me, he knows. I already had a few not so nice words for him, your Mum as well… and the fact that you all look at him like he kicked a puppy is also a clear indicator."

"I don’t care. What he did… it’s not okay. It’s so wrong. And I can’t believe that he did that. To Carla! She’s like a little sister, she’s part of the family and he fucked up." the last part was louder than intended and Arthur looked up from his plate.

"Charles… not here. Not now." Lorenzo warned and I rolled my eyes.

"Just say it. Come on. You’re dying to! So come on." Arthur looked at me and I balled my hand under the table into a fist, trying my best to not just burst out what I had in mind "Come on Charles, this is your chance."

"Arthur stop!" Maman said and he scoffed.

"I think it’s better when I leave..." Carla folded her napkin and moved her chair back.

"No, you know what? I’m leaving." Arthur said and got up "I’ll just grab my phone from upstairs and I’m gone." he walked up the stairs and I sighed.

"Carla, you stay." Lizzie put her hand on Carla’s arm.

"Excuse me…" I got up and followed him "Arthur…" I began but he ignored me, looking for his phone, which I spotted immediately and grabbed it.

Arthur looked at me, holding out his hand.

"Just give it to me and I'm gone…" he said but I shook my head "Charles…"

"Why did you do it?" I asked.

"Does it matter now?"

"Yes it does!"

"I don’t think so…" he sighed taking a step towards me "Give me my phone now and I’m gone."

"No! I want an answer!" I insisted.

"It was a mistake." he shrugged his shoulders.

"Then why did you do it? Explain it! Don’t just shrug your shoulders!" I was furious.

"No matter what I’m saying, it won’t be a good enough reason for you anyway!"

"Because there is no good reason for it! If your feelings changed, which happens, then talk to her! And not run away and cheat to make her end things because you deeply hurt her!

"You’re right. Of course you’re right. You’re Charles. Charles the golden boy. Charles the perfect boy. Charles who never makes any mistakes. Charles who’s amazing in everything he does. Charles who is so much better than me. Always was. Always will be. You’re right. I shouldn’t have done it. But I did, okay! I did it. It’s done. Over."

"No it’s not over! You pulled us all into this mess! Because Carla is a part of this family! And we are torn now because you- because you fucked up! How could you do this to her! I thought you love her! And when you love someone you don’t hurt them! You are supposed to love them more than anything! But you- you fucked up instead of talking to her you cheated… because you didn’t have the balls to end it yourself? Or what? You’re a fucking coward." I almost shouted it and he pushed me away, but I grabbed his arm, he looked at me, eyes full of rage.

"I’m a coward? That’s rich coming from you! I hurt Carla once! And that was it! You let Lizzie suffer for an entire year. You hurt her every single day for an entire year because you didn’t have the balls to tell her how you feel! You didn’t even see how much you hurt her! How often she cried! You didn’t know shit! If I’m a coward then you, oh so perfect Charles Leclerc are a coward as well!"

"Enough. Both of you!" Pops appeared out of nowhere "Charles, let go of him."

I let go of Arthur and took a step back.

"Why don’t you go out for a moment? Cool down?"

"No! Everyone is treating him like a kid who made a mistake… but he's no kid! He's old enough to know that actions have consequences! And sometimes that consequence is that everyone is fucking mad at you because you acted like a total asshole!"

"Okay that’s enough now. Charles, leave. Please." Juergen looked at me pointedly.

"No, he-…"

"Charles. Out. Now."

"Okay…" I sighed, turning around.

"And if youre on your way, take this little sneaky lad with you." he shook his head towards the stairs where Liam looked like a deer caught in headlight.

"Come on Bubba." I walked past him and he followed me outside.

"Why is everyone mad at Arthi?" Liam whispered and I sighed.

"He- umm he did something not so nice…" I began, but stopped, how do you explain a 5 year old that someone was cheating?

"He did something not so nice to Carla?"

"Yeah… he wasn’t nice to Carla."

"Why? We love Carla?" Liam pouted a little and I had to chuckle.

"Yeah, we do." I turned my head a little and looked inside, Arthur and Pops sitting down by the window bench "Come on, let’s go to the sofa, it’s more comfy there." I hoisted him up and quietly sat down by the garden lounge. I gave Liam my phone to keep him distracted with a video game while listening in on Pops and Arthur’s conversation

 "You know, I never told this anyone, but when I was around your age, I cheated on my girlfriend as well. I’m not proud of it and it’s nothing I talk a lot about. Honestly you’re one of only two people who knows about this but yeah I made a mistake, just like you did…" Pops said and my eyes widened.

"Wait, you cheated on Marina?" Arthur asked, sounding just as shocked as I felt.

"God no! No! No, I don’t agree with the way you’re brother said it, but I agree with what he said… you know, if you meet that person that you love more than anything in the world. If you know that’s the right person then you just can’t cheat on that person. Because every fibre in your body will scream at you to not do it, to not hurt that person, that person that’s a part of you… and usually when you’re smart enough you listen to it and I know that you’re smart enough! So I’m not going to say what you did was right. Hell no it wasn’t, but maybe Carla wasn’t the one…"

"Or she was the right one at the wrong time." Arthur mumbled and I turned a little to look at him.

"You think so?" Juergen asked and Arthur sighed.

"I love her. I wanted what Maman had with Papa, you with Marina, god even Charles and Lizzie! I wanted that! But… it’s scary? To think this far ahead in the future? We are so young? And I don’t know… shouldn’t we both explore life a bit on our own before we commit to something that big? She has dreams and ambitions that are far off from what I’m doing! But I saw how sad it made her when I was away and she felt like she didn’t support me when she wasn’t joining me at the track! And I told her it’s okay… but still… Lizzie and Charles are both in F1, they both know this life, after all they’re both living it, but Carla and I? It’s different. I don’t want her to put her goals aside just to be with me…"

"Sounds like she could be the right one at the wrong time…" Juergen nodded "Did you tell her this? No? Maybe explain her what happened… it’s still no excuse for cheating, but it’s at least an explanation…"

"I didn’t even really cheat… that girl, she was nice and sweet. Funny. So we talked a little, that’s all and then she kissed me out of the blue and I was just too stunned to speak because I was asking myself if I sent her any signals? But I left shortly after. Went back to the hotel and felt like complete dog shit…" Arthur said, head hung low "I saw that there were people taking pictures of it. So I was sure that it wouldn’t take long until Carla saw them… we had a big fight before I left for Paris. I told her that I wasn’t so sure about us anymore… then I left and this whole mess happened. I was prepared for it to come out. But it didn’t. And I avoided Carla, then sent her a text that I think it’s better if we break up. And then I left for Abu Dhabi and she sent me a text that she wants to talk about it when I’m back…"

"And then the pictures went online…" Juergen sighed and Arthur nodded.

"And then the pictures went online."

"What pictures?" Liam looked up from my phone, apparently bored of the game he was playing.

"What?” I looked at him.

"Arthur said that there are pictures online?"

"Oh yeah… um- his friend took pictures of him throughout the year…" I lied and Liam nodded, looking back down in the phone.

"I need to pee." he then said out of the blue getting up, opening the sliding doors.

"Wait!" I got up and followed him, Arthur and Pops looking at us.

"Pops, I need to pee!" Liam looked at him and I had to stop myself from laughing "I forgot where it was…"

"The toilet?" Pops asked and he nodded shyly.

"Come on, little one." Pops got up and took Liams hand in his, leading him away from Arthur and me.

"Umm- here." I handed him his phone which I still held in my hand.

"Thanks…" he mumbled, taking it "I’m sorry… for what I said about you and Lizzie."

"No, don’t be. It’s the truth. I just like to push it away and pretend it didn’t happen… I’m sorry for what I said…" I sighed a little.

"No… what you said was also the truth…" Arthur said, looking down "I know that what I did was wrong and that I deserve everyone’s wrath… I don’t want this to be awkward- with Carla, you know?"

"Yeah, sure… umm… do you- do you want to talk to her? Should I ask her to come up?" I replied a little hesitant and watched him, he closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed hard before he nodded "Yeah? Okay… you wait here, I’ll ask her." I got up and walked downstairs, a moment after Juergen and Liam descended downstairs.

"He’s a good kid, Charles. A good kid that made a mistake… don’t be too hard on him, you heard his reasonings…" Juergen mumbled and now I looked like a deer caught in headlight "Oh come on… you didn’t think you were subtle, do you?"

"Sorry…" I replied sheepishly, walking over to Carla "Could you… umm- could you come with me? Please?" I asked her and she nodded slightly.

"Excuse me…" she got up, Lizzie looking at me, and followed me.

"Look. I’m not going to defend Arthur. Not at all. And I want you to know that you’re always welcome here, okay? You’re a part of this family, no matter what…"

"Okay?" she looked a little nervous.

"He wants to talk to you… I know you owe him nothing. But-… maybe talking with him will be good for you as well?" I said slowly and her eyes widened.

"I- I don’t know… is that a good idea?" Carla whispered and I smiled reassuring.

"Just listen to him. You can walk out whenever you want to." I said and she took a deep breath.

"Okay. Yeah…" she smiled nervously and then walked upstairs.

I waited for a moment and then returned back to the table.

"What is going on?" Lizzie whispered "Where’s Carla? You didn’t kick her out, did you?"

"Of course not! She and Arthur talk… I think they haven’t really talked when they broke up…" I sighed a little, taking my glass and Lizzie nodded.

"Drama follows us wherever we go, I swear." she grabbed her glass and we clinked them together.

"I can’t wait for three drama free weeks in New Zealand…"

"Don’t jinx it!"

"Sorry!"

"I love you..." I heard Lizzie mumble, and looked up "Thank you for this..." she nodded towards the beautiful landscape in front of us "It was always my dream coming here and now... I'm just speechless... it's so beautiful!"

I smiled, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. She was right, it was beautiful. Every new place we drove off to was breathtaking. The last ten days were filled with beautiful beaches, forests and mountains. We did two bigger hikes, taking almost the whole day each, explored around ate in little cates spending time talking to the locals. But by far my favourite part was our campervan. We drove to camping sites in the middle of a forest, or right next to a beach and just enjoyed ourselves. Cooking together, playing chess, reading, just cuddling in bed, watching the waves crash down on the shore. It was a truly magical place.

"What are our plans for Wellington tomorow?" I asked her, parking the van at a beautiful spot at the beach for the remainder of the day.

"I thought about going into the national museum? Te papa. It's Maori for treasure box. It shows a lot about Maori culture, the Polynesian culture, of course the history of New Zealand. Oh and it's also an art gallery!" Lizzie unbuckled her seat belt, rummaging through the glove compartment for her New Zealand guide.

"Sounds good..." I got out of the seat and stretched a little.

"Oh and I want to go to the WETA cave! I wanna make a tour!" she was overly excited and I cocked and eyebrow "It's the digital studio who created Lord of the Rings! You can make a tour through their workshop and see some props from the trilogies! Also a ton of other movies of course! Maybe some new projects!"

"Alright, Te papa and Weta cave it is." I smiled at her, while she continued to flip through the pages excitedly "What do you want to do today?"

"Hmm?" she looked up and I laughed.

"Today? Just do nothing? Go for a little walk? A little swim?"

"Oh umm-... yeah a little walk sounds nice? And then we can just do nothing? Relax a little? Cook?" she suggested and I nodded.

"Sounds perfect." I kissed her head.

After our walk we cooked together and watched a movie before we cozied up in bed, listening to the ocean. I never felt as much at peace like here. We explored New Zealand without people knowing who we were. We met up with JK and together with his girlfriend we spent a couple of days together on the South Island. He told me about a camping site that was almost unknown to tourists, and for our last night in the van I decided to surprise Lizzie with a night away at a truly magical place, how JK called it.

"Can I open my eyes now?" she asked for the up tenth time and I chuckled, lighting a candle.

"Yes cara mia, you can open your eyes now." I said and she did immediately.

Her eyes immediately fell onto the food on the tray, next to the open doors, revealing the beautiful beach in front of us.

"Wow…" she whispered, looking at me.

"It’s our last night, I thought we needed to say a proper goodbye to our van…" I smirked and she nodded.

"Yeah? What did you have in mind?" she smiled and I pulled her in.

"First we eat our food, then I eat…" I began but stopped when she blushed and looked down. I kissed her forehead and pulled her with me towards our bed and her eyes lit up.

"Burger Fuel!" she squealed and I laughed.

"Come on, let’s eat…"

The air inside the camper van felt thick with raw desire. Our lips met in a searing, intense kiss that ignited a spark between us, making Lizzie moan. It seemed the world around us faded away as we lost ourself in the heat of the moment. I pulled her into my lap, kissing her again, the desire palpable in every breath and every touch. My lips left a trail of kisses down her neck, setting her senses ablaze and eliciting breathy moans of pleasure from her. Lizzie began to tug at my shirt and I pulled it over my head, the rest of our clothes followed quickly. I littered her jaw and neck with open mouthed kisses when she let out a content sigh, yearning for my touch. I leaned back a little, trying to find a more comfortable position, when Lizzie moved forward, her hands trailing down my sides, before she leaned down, peppering my chest and abs with eager kisses. In one swift move I turned us around, now hovering above her naked form, a smile spread across my face as I gazed at her gorgeous, heavenly body, causing a blush to bloom on her cheeks. Her beauty was captivating, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of joy at the sight of her. The way she always blushed when I looked at her, made me fall in love with her all over again. I leaned down, kissing her passionately, swallowing down each and every sound she made. Moving down her neck, over her collarbone on to her breasts, I lavished them with kisses before delving further down, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that matched her own. I held her down, when I felt her scrambling away, grinning at her small whimpers.

"Charles…" she whispered and I kissed her thigh.

"Hmm?" I looked up at her glassy eyes.

"Stop teasing…"

"As you wish…"

After our training camp in the mountains, some intense sessions with JK and some quiet days with our family and friends it was time to prepare the new season. JK and I were just in the gym, doing some exercises to strengthen my back when a murmuring began. I was almost 100% sure that I knew what was going on so I just sat back and kept on doing my exercises like JK said. After a long, hot shower to tend to my sore and tense back I dressed up and walked inside our meeting room, everyone whispering. I grabbed an orange juice and sat down, it seemed like nobody noticed me so I leaned back and waited for the meeting to begin.

Right when Felix walked inside with Pete almost every phone in the room buzzed and Matt looked at his phone exhaling loudly.

"They just confirmed it officially." he said and I nodded slightly.

"Fucking hell. Lewis?" Pete’s jaw dropped and the whole room turned to look at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Did you know?" Felix looked at me intently and my eyes widened.

"Did I know what? That Ferrari snatched Lewis and kicked Carlos out?"

"Don’t play all innocent! You’re sleeping with the best and most reliable source!"

"Hey!" I let out.

"Sorry! Did Charles tell you anything?" Matt asked and I sighed.

"No. He didn’t. He probably did find out only shortly before us." I said. Half the truth.

"What a line-up!"

"Fred did a pretty good job, he’s not even team principal for 3 months and he already snatched Lewis out of Mercedes and secured Charles for multiple years. Damn, we should be afraid of the little French man!" Felix chuckled and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Fred loves Charles. The moment Ferrari announced Binotto‘s departure and that Fred would take over, I knew Charles would be getting a new contract."

"I guess we can expect big things from Ferrari this season then? I heard that Fred was heavily involved in the construction and design of this years car? He also brought in some new engineers and technicians over the last year?" Pete said and I nodded.

"You heard it here first: Charles will be our world champion at the end of the season." I smiled and Matt clapped his hands.

"You know what? If Charles wins, I jump in the harbour in Abu Dhabi." he said and I laughed.

"That’s a deal then!" I gave him a high five and we laughed "You should wear some swim shorts under your suit then."

"We’ll see." he shrugged and Felix got up.

"Alright folks, enough with the jokes, let’s focus on our car and our season, how does that sound?" he looked around and I nodded determined.

"Let’s do this!" Valtteri said next to me.

"Let the season begin!" I clapped my hands and so it all began.

Hours and hours in the simulator, giving feedback about every little vibration, every little anomaly we felt. But when we presented the new car, had the first tests and then head off for Bahrain, I was confident.

"Can I get you anything?" the flight attendant asked and I shook my head "For you Sir?"

"No, thanks." Charles smiled at her and she left "I can’t believe that the season starts again already…"

"Yeah? It feels like just yesterday we were in New Zealand?" I yawned, leaning back in my seat.

"Right? The last weeks literally flew by!" Charles said and I nodded.

"I’m really excited tho. I think we have a good car…" I looked at him and he grinned.

"Yeah? We too, I think…" he replied with a soft smile on his lips "We’ll see, I guess."

"I think you’re doing great this year. No, I know you’re doing great." I kissed his cheek and he laughed a little.

"Like I said, we‘ll see." Charles chuckled.

"Oh we will." I cuddled into his side.

"And we are back for the 2024 Formula 1 Championship starting here in Bahrain with race weekend number 1 of 24! With us today Lizzie Doetterer, Audi, George Russell, Mercedes, Oscar Piastri, McLaren, Carlos Sainz, Ferrari and Fernando Alonso, Aston Martin. Now let’s start with you Lizzie, winter break, it seems like you and Charles went a little off grid? Renting a camper van, exploring New Zealand all alone? Tell us a little bit about your break, please." Tom Clarkson smiled at me and I picked up the microphone.

"Yeah, we thought we would do something a little unconventional. Not just some nice beach resort. We did a lot of different activities in New Zealand. Hiking, climbing, surfing, but we also tried some more extreme stuff like bungee jumping and sky diving. It was an amazing trip and we can’t wait to come back to this amazing country." I said and George looked at me.

"Bungee jumping? Sky diving? Aren’t F1 cars enough for you guys?" he laughed and I shrugged my shoulders.

"You know us, we love action." I chuckled and he nodded "What did you do? Just relax and do nothing?"

"Basically…" George laughed.

Clarkson asked the other drivers about their break and then sat up a little, looking at us.

"Now let’s talk a little about contracts. I think we were all a bit shocked by the news that Lewis will leave Mercedes at the end of the year to join Ferrari? Your thoughts on that? George?" Clarkson said.

"Of course we were all a little shocked. But Lewis did so much for this team. He was an amazing team mate and now we want to end our journey together on a high." he answered and I nodded.

The rest of the drivers answered the questions and soon it was time for the journalists to ask their questions.

"Carlos, are the rumours true? Are there talks with Audi for the next season? We know your father is a highly cherished member of the Audi Sports family, is he talking with the F1 team?"

I swallowed hard when I heard that question, but what was even worse was the smile on Sainz face.

"There are always rumours, right now I’m focused on my last year with Ferrari. But of course I have to think ahead."

"That’s not a no."

"No, it’s not." Sainz laughed, his head slightly tilting, looking at me, smirking.

What the actual fuck? Was Sainz after my seat?

Chapter 42 - sooooo our two lovebirds didn’t marry after all 😅 I have something else planned for these two in their future 😇

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[laylawatermelon]

Please please read this and give it some love but I had an inkling of this feeling but never mentioned it cause I thought it was absurd.

Basically its a tweet of a reddit post (inception ik) basically of how Tim is basically rewriting the characters back to the way they were.

More below 👇🏾

Everyone's been mentioning how the characters have been more in character and the actors are happy and that makes sense.

He's been making them more in character than they ever were.

And with the Buddie situation (yes not everything is about them but i am a buddie fan who happened to find and grow to love this show because of it) it makes the most sense.

Now that Oliver mentioned the love story and everyone assumed it was the shooting and being in live it made the most sense.

Who else was he going to be falling in love woth at the time? It surely wasn't Taylor. Their romantic relationship was always doomed to fail and it was a great friendship they had (ehhh sideye for Bobby situation and Jonah eventually) that lasted if they weren't too persnally involved in each others lives.

She'd have been a perfect friend for him to gossip about the drama at the 118 (not work cause you know she'd make a story). That relationship wasn't going to work. He's too honest and she's too opportunisic.

If it hadn't been Jonah it'd be something else and he'd feel the same sense of betrayal (also Buck kissing Lucy was betrayal but that also felt a lil like assult cause she got him reallllly drunk and if the roles were reversed people wouldn't be that enthusiastic about it).

The only other love story that's been written logically as a will they won't they tragic and emotionally complex story is Buck and Eddie's.

Season 2 he replaced his love intrest! Like come on!

But in all seriousness, the Ana breakup and ll the vague dollow your heart is basically being rehashed.

I remember someone mentioning that Marisol is just another Ana (whoever you are if you see this send me hit I'll put it in here) and that's actually true.

Yay Marisol no last name haters your time has arrived cause it's official she's done!

There's no worry because we're getting a conclusion on the fact that was supposed to happen years ago.

She's not a permanent structure.

This storyline can go two ways.

One Buddie confirmed season 8.

Or two, Eddie realizes what his family could look like and its a single parent home with a support system from work (and Buck but we're gonna just gloss over that for now).

Meta linked above I just talked about Eddie and its coming to fruition (hire me abc im getting better at screenwriting!).

For the first one it's juicy storytelling.

For the other it makes sense as development for Eddie becoming comfortable with himself apart from his identity as a husband/widower, son, Catholic, and father.

He'll learn to bebhimself which he hadn't had the opportunity to do as he had fell into adulthood with his kid and then added on having a child with a disability that needs a lot of monetary support he ended up losing the chance to figure out who he is without all of that.

Even if it's not romantic (😔) it's great for him to realize he doesn't really need to be with anyone or fulfill a role he's not ready or willing to fill due to duty.

He can just be a father and work it iut that way.

Chris only wants his dad happy and I sense he knows his dad isn't happy at times or even worse he's not happy but is pretending so that his dad can be happy as he feels he has to give him that space/approval.

Chris is getting a storyline and he's always been observant so he'll most likely either explode in his feelings and tell his dad or tell him in a misunderstanding (he is getting to be a moody teen after all it's not going to be an adult reaction).

He's been close to death, heard his dad lose it and loat his mom. He's more mature than people give him credit for but the story hadn't included him much recently so we'll just have to see.

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[cosmonewtmarstherealityshifter]

hi cosmo!!! how's your shifting journey going on? i saw a post where you said that you'd get into the void state. i know about the void state and have also tried to get into it (because they say it's very peaceful, no thoughts, head empty state. also because well, instant manifestations happen in the void state). so i wanted to ask have you ever successfully entered the void state? and if yes, how was your experience?

hiiii!!! :]

thank you so much for the ask, i always love answering.

first of all, just to let y’all know, i’ve been trying the loa mindset, so i do say that “i will shift” or “i’m going to enter the void” instead of “i’m going to go try to shift” and etc.

for my shifting journey: i have not successfully shifted yet, i have not minishifted yet, but i’ve been having some VERY close attempts lately (actually just last night!! i’ll update y’all about that soon!! or maybe while answering this). i started shifting around 2020 or 2021. i’m not quite sure. i didn’t do it all that much, i had very poor mindset, and i didn’t know that much about it (i used a ton of shifttok stuff). and then in 2022 to 2023 i would only do it ever so occasionally, not much at all. and now, i’ve come back to shifting almost every single night (not literally, like i said, i have not shifted yet), mostly because of the tumblr shifting community and tumblr shifting friends!

now, for the void state question. i have not entered the void state yet, but i’ve only recently actually started attempting to!! i use the wim hof breathing method, and then another random method that a shifting friend of mine sent me that was found on here (tumblr). i’ve definitely been close to entering the void state with both those methods during the couple of times that i’ve attempted to.

last night’s attempt was pretty insane. it’s a bit fuzzy now since i just woke up and it’s not so fresh in my mind, but i’ll do my best in retelling it.

so, first of all, i set an intention really quickly and sloppily (cuz i have absolutely no patience whatsoever, i’m working on that though cuz i know i’ll need it if i actually want to shift eventually).

then, i got into a comfortable position, put on some music that i like, and then put my arms to either side of me.

i moved my eyes behind my eyelids back and forth and all sorts of directions while staying completely still and just keeping my right brain awake the best that i could.

during this, i felt my arms get number and number, same with my legs. and i can’t remember if i stopped moving my eyes for a bit once i felt my limbs not so much anymore, or if i was still moving them, but for a bit, i saw this light behind my eyelids that was going around my eyes slowly, and i had the strangest feeling then about how i maybe was shifting now.

so, i started affirming that i was in the void state and that i was gonna shift.

at some points, my vision went black and i stopped hearing the music and everything, just for split seconds, but i’m not too sure if that was the void state or if i was just losing consciousness for moments there.

anyways, yeah, that’s pretty much all!! it was definitely much more amazing than i explained it, and it was probably the closest i’ve ever felt to shifting or entering the void or anything before!

i hope this was somewhat useful or worth your time, even if it wasn’t what ya came for, and that i didn’t ramble too much.

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[monstersflashlight]

Gym slut but they meet again the next day and the reader is awkward af

Hi! I don’t know if this is awkward or embarrassed or what to catalog it really, but I had a ton of fun writing it, that’s for sure. Hope it fits your request, tho. Enjoy!

Gym slut: the day after

Orc x fem!reader || Humiliation, blowjob, public sex (nobody sees, tho) (part 1 in case you hadn't read it)

You were exiting your car when you saw him, trying to ignore him as he passed. He didn’t let you. “Hey you! Not even a hello today?” You turned around, his smirk so big you could almost feel it in your body. His green skin looked so soft under the rising sun. Dang he was attractive…

“H- hi.” You choked out, your face blushing as you looked down. “You look… strong.” You said, mentally chastising yourself for being so stupid. Who the fuck says that? Strong? He looks strong?

He laughed really hard. “Thanks?” You walked next to each other, your face getting more and more red by the second. You felt so embarrassed and you didn’t even know why. “You weren’t so shy yesterday, darling.” He said as he held the door for you. You passed him, mortification making your embarrassment worse. He chuckled as he looked at you. “You look awfully uncomfortable today. Sore?” He teased. You flushed harder. You didn’t even know how you were still up with all the blood rushing to your face.

“A little.” You whispered, your voice barely audible, unable to meet his eyes as he chuckled.

“What a bummer. I was hoping to leave you filled and dripping again.” You looked around rapidly, making sure nobody else heard him. You breathed out as you saw you were completely alone, like usual.

You kept walking in front of him on the way to the changing rooms. “Yeah… bummer. Sorry.” Sorry? The voice inside your head was screaming at you to get it together and start acting like the normal you, the girl who didn’t shy away from flirting orcs. You kept going, his body close behind you, not touching, but close enough that you could feel the heat of his body against you back.

“Daaaang, your ass looks nice in those leggings.” He said, slapping your ass as you passed, making you jump and let out a screech. For fuck’s sake, get it together. “Look! It even jiggles.” He slapped you again. You moaned out loud as he laughed. You felt beyond mortified but hot, so fucking hot. You didn’t know what to say. He was so carefree and so easy going and you were still trying to process the pounding he gave you yesterday.

You entered the changing room before answering, mortified and confused. What the fuck was happening to you? You weren’t like that. You had to hide in the locker rooms for a few minutes before you could calm yourself down enough to go back out and start your workout. He was already there, lifting an ungodly amount of weight. Dang, no wonder he could lift you up so easily yesterday. You had to swallow a moan as you remembered.

Your lower back still felt sore, your pussy still raw. You could barely walk this morning, but you dragged yourself to the gym to see if you could see him again. You were hopeless, your pussy having a mind of its own. You knew you couldn’t even fit a finger inside your pussy today because of how raw it felt. You went home yesterday with his cum dripping out of your pussy and your leggings completely ruined. And you still couldn’t help yourself when you dressed this morning, not putting on panties under your leggings. You were the slut he called you, and that filled you with equal parts embarrassment and heat.

Your eyes locked as you stretched, he smirked at you, tusks shiny under the fluorescent lights. You looked down, feeling embarrassed beyond belief. “Where is the little slut who lets a stranger creampie her sweet pussy yesterday?” He called out to you, his words made your pussy tingle and your and butterflies of nerves fly all around your stomach.

You squared your shoulders and answered: “Still here.” You bent down, your hands touching the floor as you heard him approach you.

He was closer than anticipated, when you stood up, his body was barely a foot away from you. His grin so big it felt like he was teasing you. Why was he so okay with all that happened? Why were you so awkward today? Ugh. Normally, you weren’t like that. He fucked the awkwardness into you. Maybe it was his cum. Maybe his creampie had some kind of magic that made you awkward.

“Doesn’t feel like it, darling.” He teased, the challenge clear in his voice. You could be mortified, embarrassed or any other thing, but you never backed down from a challenge. Something inside of you raised to the provocation, making your blood boil. Anticipation boiling inside you already.

“Don’t I? How would you know? You are a stranger.” You threw back, getting all up his space, your erect nipples touching his torso as you breathed hard. You had to look up to see his eyes. (How the fuck were orcs so tall?) The joy and mockery you found there made your anger rose, obscuring any other feeling inside of you. You wanted to prove him wrong. You wanted him to be the one being awkward around you.

He bent down, his mouth inches away from your ear as he whispered: “A stranger who fucked you so well you cried, slut.” You couldn’t have avoided it even if you tried. One second later, you were kissing the shit out of him as he groped your ass when he lifted you. You made out like teenagers as you ground down on his cock, whimpering when your pussy made contact with him. “Guess you weren’t joking about being sore, were you?” He chuckled.

“Nope. I’m very sore.” You blushed, hiding your face on his neck and biting down hard. He grunted, kneading your ass like it was a stress ball. Your mouth kept biting and sucking on his neck, probably leaving a bit fat hickey. You didn’t care, and guessed he didn’t either because he didn’t stop you.

“Good.” His growl was so deep that made your insides turn into jelly. “I like knowing you can still feel me.” Good lord his mouth. He had the filthiest mouth ever and you were all for it. He ran his fingers through the seam of your leggings. You knew the second he realized you weren’t wearing anything underneath. His hand stilled as he groaned. “You are not wearing panties.” It wasn’t a question and you nodded shyly. “You are a slutty, slutty woman.” It was your turn to groan. “You like that, don’t you? You like being a slut.”

“Yeesss…” You moaned, throwing your head back as he licked your neck. You felt the movement as he moved, your body still wrapped around his. He sat down on a bench, you on his lap.

“Tell you what. Because your pussy is still raw and I can’t use it, I’m gonna use your mouth. And you are going to let me, because you are a filthy girl who likes to be a slut for me, don’t you?” He was right. Him calling you a slut was completely true, you were a slut for big cocks, and you couldn’t deny it when he was supporting an erection as big as your forearm and your pussy was dripping thinking about it.

You groaned, disentangling yourself from his hold and kneeling between his legs instantly. You were taking his cock out before he could laugh about how eager you were. He fisted your ponytail and pulled, making you stop. “Nice and easy, don’t be too eager, slut.” He directed your movements from there, shoving your face against his dick, spreading precum all over your face. You opened your mouth, tongue out and looking up at him. He groaned. “I wish I had my phone so I could take a pic of you like that.” You shuddered, the thought of him doing just that making you hot all over.

He whispered praises and filthy words as he called you his slut while he pushed the fat head of his dick in and out of your mouth. You couldn’t take much more without choking, and he knew that. You tried to push him deeper, but his hold on your hair was too hard for you to do anything but to let him control the pace. You were, once again, a hole for him to fuck as he pleased. Yesterday he used your pussy, today he used your mouth. Either way, your pussy was quivering and you never felt so alive and so aroused.

“Touch yourself, slutty human.” He ordered. You complied, hand rapidly going into your leggings. Your pussy was dripping, probably soaking your leggings. They were going to get ruined, again.

But at that moment, with your knees hurting, your jaw stretched and your finger rubbing your clit, you didn’t care about clothes or about anything at all. You just cared about the green hunk in front of you and the way his fat cock felt against your tongue, almost hitting the back of your throat when he lost the pace he had going. He was close, you could sense it.

You moaned around him, catching him off guard and taking him deeper. He moaned, pressing a bit further, not caring about you anymore, just about his release. “Take it.” He said as he came deep down your throat, almost choking you. He pulled out enough for you to breathe as he kept coming on your tongue, filling your mouth to the brim. Some of it spilled out as he pulled out, jerking off over your face to make the last spurs land on your face. “So pretty like that.” He whispered. You flushed, feeling self-conscious. “Make yourself come.” He instructed, his eyes not leaving your face.

He took his fingers and slowly feeding you the come that landed on your face, pushing his fingers down your throat every single time. It was the single most erotic thing he did to you. Not the creampie, not the sharing with another, not the blowjob… Him looking intensely at you as he feed you his cum made your legs shake and your insides turn into mush. You came. Just like that. With his eyes on you and his fingers down your throat. Your own hand down your leggings, rubbing furiously at your clit. The soreness adding a nice edge of pain to your pleasure.

He grabbed your ponytail again, which was probably ruined at that point, and pulled you up from your kneeling position. It hurt, but it made your pussy convulse with aftershocks. “I gotta go. See you tomorrow, little slut.” He whispered against your ear as he kissed you deeply, his tongue seeking the last remains of his cum inside your mouth. You groaned and kissed him back, fervently. You made out for a couple more minutes, your body completely spent against his.

Your knees gave up when he let go of you. You landed on your ass, feeling the uncomfortable fabric of the soaked leggings rub the inside of your thighs.

Yeah, definitely ruined them.

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[lady-phasma]

Do you believe Aemond is a Valyrian Supremacist? He models Daemon so much in his focus on Valyrian history, dragons, Targaryen blood etc, that to me I feel as though he must to some extent believe Targaryen's to be superior? I see alot of people defending him on the basis he isn't, but... I just don't see why Aemond of all characters wouldn't have feelings of superiority based on his blood? Extending from that, do you think he would have preferred to wed a Targaryen woman? We get a glimpse he feels that way from the TV show, but in the circumstances he had another sister instead of Helaena, surely he would have been betrothed to her/wanted to be? I just truly cannot see him as being free of "bigotry" in regards to seeing non- Valyrians as below him. Like? Isn't that the point of him hating Rhaneyra's sons? Because they are bastards from a lower House?

This is a really great ask, anon. Thank you for asking me. But of course, you asked me, so it’s no surprise that I will give a very me answer.

First, I really dislike having that phrase Valyrian Supremacist on my blog. I only have it one other time that I can remember and that was also an ask. Briefly, I’ll tell you why: it is a 20th-21st century Earth term that may not have been present in Westeros. If we are discussing in-universe theory and not literary/film theory then I choose to avoid it.

This may get long but I want to be as clear as possible: I only slightly agree with you. If we grant the premise, that he models parts of his personality after Daemon (which is a difficulty premise to grant in its entirety), then I would say that his Targaryen side would value that heritage to a degree. However, he cares deeply for his entire family and that includes the Hightowers. His last name is Targaryen, but let’s not forget he is also a Hightower. I think great houses/names are very important to royalty in Westeros, Aemond included. Hightowers are certainly not lowborn.

Trying to go in the same order as your questions, I would say next that all descendants of Valyria may feel superior because of history and dragon lore. I can never overlook House Velaryon in these discussions. They also have immense pride in their heritage and name. However, when you say “Aemond of all characters” I wonder exactly why he stands out as someone for whom this pride seems more important. If we examine his actions in season one and in the book, I think we can see that his character is no more or less concerned with it than the average character.

If he were more concerned with Targaryen blood and that pride fueled his decisions, what would that say about Alys Rivers? I think most fans who haven’t read the book know a little about her, but for those who don’t she was a bastard Aemond took as a “war bride.” Regardless of whether or not she bewitched him, we can’t talk about his life as a whole without mentioning her and their relationship. If she did, we aren't told at exactly what point that happened. He wasn't above sex with non-Targaryens.

Since it was first uttered, I have been obsessed with his line “I would perform my duty, if mother had only betrothed us.” Leo Ashton delivered it with such sincerity and commitment that it is hard to argue against Aemond’s devotion to his family (not discussing any specific romantic ships here). As we know, royalty and aristocracy in Westeros get very little choice in who they wed. The hypothetical “if he had another sister” is interesting because that marriage would, ultimately, be decided by Viserys and Alicent.

Such a betrothal would have been seen as a duty and honorable, so I have no doubt that Aemond would have agreed. I don’t know that anyone would disagree that Aemond puts his family above everything else. Thus, I have yet to see in the series direct bigotry from him. Factually, with no nuance, the issue with Rhaneyra’s sons is illegitimacy. Every character may have a different interpretation as to how this effects the line of succession and only a few state it explicitly in the series. I would argue that Aemond doesn’t care that their father isn’t Laenor Velaryon when he first calls them bastards. Children at that age might not really comprehend the ramifications of that accusation (I think we see clearly that Aegon doesn’t). Aemond first dislikes his nephews because they were cruel to him. Yes, his brother was as well. The Pink Dread was seemingly almost entirely Aegon’s idea, but siblings often forgive each other more readily than they may forgive outsiders.

In Fire & Blood we get a clear picture of how much his animosity and resentment fuel his actions:

One by one, every man and boy with Strong blood in his veins was dragged forth and put to death, until the heap made of their heads stood three feet tall.

I do not think this action was about bloodlines or heritage. I believe this was entirely revenge. By this point in the Dance, Aemond is furious and nearly crazed by his need to avenge the wrongs done to his family. I don’t think it was an attempt to annihilate the Strong bloodline, but a show of force and power. Aemond is formidable, rash, and still young enough to not care about consequences. Perhaps you have noticed I skipped over the direct slight against him. Lucerys altered Aemond’s life irrevocably. Had this same mutilation happened to a low born boy, he would have had no future at all in Westeros. Aemond’s lifestyle was only salvaged because he is royalty and through determination of will.

Would the loss of an eye, the murder of one’s young nephew (Prince Jaehaerys), and the maiming of one’s brother cause a young prince to go nearly mad with rage and the need for revenge? I believe so. By this point in the Dance, further along than I think you asked about, Targaryen heritage is probably the last thing on Aemond’s mind. I have no doubt that he was raised to believe that dragons, the throne, and many other things make Targaryens better. But we should never discount his mother’s influence. This man loves her dearly and Alicent may provide some balance in his understanding of things. My headcanon about his religion (not particularly relevant here) comes from the canon that Alicent has a strong faith in the Seven. I think this has a deep effect on Aemond and could influence whether or not Targaryen blood is paramount to him.

Lastly, I wanted to address this statement:

I see a lot of people defending him on the basis he isn’t

I assume that you use “defending” in the sense that these fans attempt to separate him as somehow immune to this pride or better than other Targaryens. I don’t know that I have read exactly the defenses you’re referencing, but I will be clear: this is not a discussion of fanfiction. If that is an element of a work of fanfiction, then by all means, go for it. It doesn’t seem plausible, however, that anyone of Valyrian descent is immune to this type of indoctrination.

#I seriously love this type of ask #asked and answered #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #dance of the dragons #dance of the dragons spoilers #fire and blood #Aemond #aemond one eye

[incorrectcodmw2]

Tulips and blood

(A Call of Duty fiction, based on MW2. This chapter contains TF141)

Chapter one: The rookie

All I remembered is the pain that surrounded me from a rather young age. Always blamed, never understood, never good enoug. But mostly being alone, terrified, isolated for my own good. From my so-called parents and from the world. Maybe too well. Always quiet, seemingly fine.

It was a quiet day for Ghost; he was able to stay in the office, filling out paperwork that Price gave to him. As a lieurenant, it was his job too keep track of whag the base needs. Such as ammunition, explosives, and that kind of stuff.

His calmness was interrupted before 2pm, when a military truck arrived to the base. A batch of recruits, freshly out of training. Only one was able to be the newest member of Price's famous team, the Task Force 141.

That specific group was small, counting up to four ppl, not including the lucky one. The lieutenant quietly observed the twelve newcomers, examining everyone, even that one and only woman who arrived too; while Price and Gaz talked about the plans.

  While he heard other soldiers betting on when the rookies start complaining, when they'll drop out from the special training, even bets on weekly football too. All kind of betting; surely a light and friendly spirit. The LT supressed a smile under his mask; he had a good feeling about this batch of recruits.

  But only one person caught Ghost's eyes and it was the only woman amongst the recruits; not because she had a good physique, but she was a bit different. The way she carried herself, her moves seemed experienced to him, and if she moves like this, she surely hides something. How experienced she's in reality. Slowly of corse, so she wont be alarmed, but how he can investigate without getting caught by her? Oi, he can ask Price and observe the woman sometimes. The excercises didn't helped him much, Ghost was still deep in thoughts. He wanted to know the truth; he'll be more surprised, shocked, angered than he thought.

  His way led to Price's office, where he knocked kn the door then entered. The captain was a good, caring man beside being strict and hardworking. For a few moment, the two men looked each other, waiting for the other one to break the silence.

-Capt'n, we need to speak.

-I told you Ghost, no more missions for a week.

-It's not 'bout that.

-Then?

-'bout the recruits.

-D' you have a problem with them, or you have an idea.

-No, I have a request, Price.

-And that is?

-The only one female. She hides somethin' important... Hiding valuable informations is forbidden, Price

-I know. She requested it specifically. But I read it. You dont want to, trust me, Simon.

-Capt'n. I'll train the new member, I need to read their files.

-You can, but not hers. For your own sake, I'm tellin you.

  The lieutenant let out a sigh and glared at the man for a few moment then left the office, heading to the training grounds. He saw only professional and experienced, well thought out moves and reloads. Ghost just watched her and tried to understand why she acted like that and why was that linked to the only restricted file about the recruits.

-Yennefer! --Ghost shouted to get her attention, no need to say, she walked up to him immediately. Even thought the anxiety ate her away from the inside, she didn't showed it-- Come here.

-Yes, sir? What is it.

-When did you enlisted?

-When I was eighteen, in 2010.

-First enlist?

-In 2010.

-Thank you, Yennefer. You're dismissed, get some rest.

-Sir, the sergeant said we need to fire two mag away...

  Ghost let out a sigh and waited for her to finish and put the gun back to it's place. Once again, he saw that the woman knew what she does. Fourteen years of service. What happened under those years exactly, he wanted to know why she had that kind of request. What was her rank before, where does she served.

  Even later, at lunch, Ghost searched for her or any tiny bit of information crumble about her. This went on days, no particulary new information that was important. He started to get pissed off, but being patient finally paid off, since he noticed the woman sitting down to an empty table; the furthest table from the rest of the hall. Avoidance? He thought, or she might likes to be alone today. No, that can't be possible, he rarely saw her beside training and eating. He also knew that she never spoke unless she was asked. That was suspicious on it's own. Simon knew a bunch of reason why would ppl be this quiet, since he was one of them. The main reason was trauma. Then doubt and self esteem. Even the first reason had a bunch of possibility.

So he sat down at Yennefers table who were too anxious to do anything, so she just let him do whatever he wanted. The LT noticed this, the nervous twiching and looking around. He doesn't know why he expected her to speak; but when realisation hit him, disappointment was strong. Only for a moment. Ghost let out a sigh, thinking what he should ask without triggering more than he wants...

-So, Yennefer...how does that fourteen year was before 141?

-Uh... --she froze up, but somewhat relaxed, knowing that the Lt probably wants to know more about her. Not her injuries. But having severe social anxiety, a broken soul and an ill mind made her life much harder than intented-- it was hard. But I had better moments too.

Her voice was above a whisper, more likely it was a mumble. Ghost still wandered why doesn't she speaks louder. Or longer. More into depth and not only in a nutshell. There is no way that a woman like her speaks this as much as him, maybe even less; must have happened something with her at some point. But what? Something similar to his own past? Or something else? One thing he was sure, whatever she hides; for a good reason, he'll get to that bits by bits.

#cod mw2 #cod #call of duty #cod ghost #john price #ghost mw2 #video games #ps4 #fanfic #oc #kyle gaz garrick #cod kyle gaz garrick

[odinsblog]

Have you ever been over something, and then years later, someone, out of the blue, brings it up and it really just knocks the wind out of you?

Okay, so this is about high school. I’m nearly 40, so that’s multiple lifetimes ago, right?

I’m pretty sure that I’ve posted about this here at least once, but I can’t find the post to link to it

Here’s the deal

In high school I wasn’t …. hmm …. Idk exactly how to describe it. I played sports (track, football, swimming), but I wasn’t POPULAR popular, right? But I also wasn’t NOT popular

My high school (in Florida) hadn’t been desegregated for very long, and there weren’t a LOT of Black students but there was enough of us so that we felt as comfortable as you possibly could given the circumstances

But I was like a universal joint: I played well with others and I fit in well with almost everyone, and if you don’t include some of the overtly racist teachers, I had almost no enemies (don’t get me wrong, I definitely had my share of fights with school bullies, but after you win enough of those, they kinda stop trying you)

Anyway,

I cannot even tell you why, but for some reason in senior year I decided to run for president of the student class

Wild, right?

So after all of the preliminary votes, it narrowed down to two people (I was more surprised than anyone that I actually made it that far - I guess bc I never really expected to win, maybe running for student class president was kinda like a high school bucket list thing for me?)

Anyway, my final opponent was a white guy named Bill. I knew Bill because in high school somewhere along the way, it was impressed on me that I should participate in as many non-athletic extracurricular activities as possible, to make me a better rounded person, and I was in the SUPER FUCKING RACIST Interact Club with Bill. How racist was Interact, you ask? Well, you had to “apply” for membership to Interact. When I applied, I had no idea what it was. I just knew that my student counselor had suggested it to me, and why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(my graduating class was 2,500 students large, so it wasn’t as big as some of the schools I had attended up north, but it was “big” for Florida)

A teacher was responsible for actually running Interact, but the students really RAN it, know what I mean? Even though I had been working since I was 10yrs old, my Interact Club interview was probably my first real interview. It was kind of a big deal. Like, you had to schedule it and dress up for it and everything. And if you got accepted, your name got put up on a placard, prominently located on one of the main halls of our school

My first interview question, from the teacher in charge of the “club,” was: “Can you take racist jokes against Black people without getting angry?”

WTF??

To say the least, I was 100% completely caught off guard—I knew what racism was, and I definitely knew that it was present in my school, because I’d experienced it firsthand from other students and teachers, but for some reason I wasn’t expecting it to happen at Interact Club. Silly me

I suddenly became acutely aware that I was the only Black person in a room full of white people: the teacher/advisor, about 10 students who were already members of Interact, and mf Bill. Because OF COURSE Bill was already in Interact, and he was just grinning from ear to ear as I sat there in front of the classroom in this fucking “interview” from hell

BUT…! Anyone who knows me knows that one of my core personality traits is, if I get hit—no matter how hard—I always always always hit back. After a moment or two, my response was: “Yeah, can YOU take racist jokes about crackers?”

NGL, I’m not known for my quick wit, or always having the deftest or best clapbacks, but I surprised myself. I really patted myself on the back for that one

Nobody said a word for what seemed like an eternity. It was enough time that I still remember wondering if I might get detention or suspended or something

Finally, the teacher just said, “Okay. You’re in” and he got up, and quietly left the room. Leaving me alone with Bill and 10 not very amused white boys. Bill wasn’t grinning anymore

One or two of the guys got up (I was fully ready to fight, and I was cocky enough to believe that I could take them all down), but they just shook my hand, congratulated me and then they all left the room too

I would later learn that I was the first Black student in my county to get (“accepted”) into the Interact Club. This motif of, “first Black person to…” would follow me around in a lot of aspects in life, until my late 20s

Now, fast forward to the day before Election Day for student body president. It was my very first time giving a public speech. To a crowded auditorium full of my classmates. It was a little bit nerve wracking, but once I got into it, it was easy peasy. Enough so that I actually remember relaxing on stage and even ad libbing a few jokes into my speech. All in all, it wasn’t a bad experience. In fact, I kinda enjoyed it

Lmao, I made a shit ton of promises that I had no idea how I would keep, like getting the school to play music from the local Black radio station in the cafeteria during lunch—and the auditorium exploded in cheers and applause with this impromptu commitment of mine. Like I said, it was a good experience

Bill gave his speech, but I remember it being flat, bland and boring (kinda like Bill) and there was a smattering of claps here and there, and I distinctly recall thinking, “Is Bill really bombing here?” It surprised me because I was like, he had home field advantage, right? I mean, I could count on the Black students to vote for me, but collectively we didn’t account for more than about 15% of my student body class. We had to be bussed in. Bill shoulda been killing it. He had home field advantage, right??

The day after our speeches, was voting day. The principal told Bill and I that we would each be given the results in person before last period, and then the winner would be announced via intercom at the end of the school day. The principal made it clear that the loser would be expected to gracefully accept the outcome and shake hands with the winner. He was looking directly at me as he said this, but it didn’t bother me that much because I never really expected to win. I was outnumbered, but I was proud of myself for making it this far. And everyone who I passed in the hallways was telling me, “Don’t worry, O, I voted for you. You got this in the bag.” A surprising number of white kids were saying this to me. The football team, cheerleaders,… like … a lot of white kids. Hmm… interesting

Weirdly, the closer that me winning seemed like a real possibility, the more I wanted it. But there was no fucking way that I was going to actually win

In the middle of that day, announcement day, I was called to the principal’s office via the p.a. system. I was shaking walking down to the office

I made my way into the office and the school secretary smiled at me and told me to go to another room down the hall where “they” were all waiting for me

And now I’M SUPER NERVOUS

I get to the closed door of the room, take a deep breath, gather my nerves, open the door and go in

And the ONLY people in that room are Bill and that fucking Interact Club teacher, and a few members of the Interact Club. Bill is wearing this giant smirk on his face, and the teacher is smiling. “You lost,” the teacher bluntly told me. “Now shake hands with Bill”

And I start to shake hands, because all of the wind is rapidly leaving my sails, and I’m literally deflating in front of everyone, but just before my hand meets with Bill’s hand, I pause and ask, “How much did I lose by?”

This wasn’t me trying to buy time or anything, I genuinely wanted to know. I was just curious. The teacher looked like this question caught him off guard, and he looked back at two of the students, and then they looked at each other, and they whispered to each other, and then one of them raised one finger, and the Interact teacher said, “You lost by one vote”

Somehow, that was even worse than losing by a hundred votes

And Idk where this presence of mind came from, but I asked if I could get a recount (losing by one vote wasn’t sitting right with me)

The Interact teacher said he didn’t think that was allowed, but he must have seen the look on my face (I was definitely going to go ask the principal) and he gave me a disapproving sigh and said, “Okay, we’ll do the recount. Come back in an hour.”

And I was like, “WHO will do the recount?” and he gestures to the Interact Club members and himself

Oh. Okay.

I just walked out without saying anything. Bill and his friends and the racist teacher were in charge of the vote counting. Great. Fine. Whatever

Needless to say, when the “recount” was done, I still “lost” but this time, I was told that I lost by 2 votes

So yeah, it wasn’t thee worst thing to ever happen to me, but it left a really bad taste in my mouth, ya know? After it was announced to the entire school, everyone was coming up to me for days afterwards telling me that they voted for me and they couldn’t believe that I didn’t win

I always believed that I had won, but it was high school. Whatchagonnado? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It wasn’t a life defining moment or anything, it was just something that happened, but it’s not lost on me that I still recall everything as if it happened last week

But I did let it go and I moved on

It’s something that I haven’t thought about literally in years. Decades, in fact

Until recently

I was out running one morning and a guy was going in the opposite direction and he kinda stared at me as I went around him. And then he yells, “Hey, is your name Odin?” and I stop and go back and tell him yes, and we start talking, and it turns out that he went to my high school. I completely do not remember him, but whatever. It’s always kinda nice to see old faces from old places

So after a few minutes we do the obligatory, “hey let’s exchange phone numbers and keep in touch” thing, but even though I gave him my phone number, I had absolutely no intention of ever contacting him. I’m busy. I got shit to do

Maybe a month later, I get a phone call and it’s the dude who I bumped into who knew me from high school. So in real time, it’s last week

We’re talking and I’m ready to hang up after about 30 seconds, but I don’t want to be rude so I let him keep talking and waited for the right moment to jump in and throw in an excuse to end the call

He’s going on and on and says, “I know you didn’t recognize me that day, but I was trying to talk to you and tell you something, but you seemed like you were in a rush…” and I’m thinking to myself, yeah, much like right now, and for some reason I get unusually blunt (in social settings I’m normally more patient and accommodating, but something felt off, and I really was busy)

Then he says, “I need to tell you something, but I …”

Long silence

Look, man, whatever it is just say it

“Thanks, I just never thought I’d … I want to get it off my … (long sigh)”

Just say it

“You won that election back in high school. I was one of the people counting the votes. You won. You won by a lot. We gave it to Bill”

……

#and i havent stopped thinking about it since last week #it feels like i *just now* lost something physically #a post about me #im not surprised but still #i feel silly for letting this bug me still

[familyagrestefanblog]

You know what's so sad about how badly Ladynoir got nuked that it actually turns around to be funny again?

Not only did Marinette telling Chat Noir that she'll never abandon him loose all meaning in season 5 because she left after being told "no" by him once (and she already wanted to leave before Plagg initiated his plan:

I know, its almost like the show is going out of its way to nuke Ladynoir) and proceeded to not think about making sure it's at least Scarabella again who Chat Noir will be meeting after last episode to try and prevent the same "new Ladybug" disaster she said she was sorry for from happening again. And who has to tell him the bad news that this time Ladybug left for good and that it was him saying "no" that caused it.

So exactly all the problems with Hack-San again just for real and WORSE, and even the fear he was talking about at the end - that one day it wouldn't be her and he'll never see her again.

It is incredibly difficult for me to be upset with Adrien for leaving bc of all this. Even if I want to. Marinette's side is just so much worse again

But, no. That's not it!

Even the one and only tini-tiny thing she actually DID manage to remember him for while she threw the darkest red-alert situation at him in "Hack-San", it still ended up ringing pretty much hollow by the end of season 5.

I swear, not a single Ladynoir excuse for Marinette in "Hack-San" is in any way holding up. It's insane.

Cause not ONCE in all of season 4 and 5 does Marinette as Ladybug laugh at anything Chat Noir says. She straight up acknowledged it towards Alya that it makes him happy and she seriously never once does.

That is... genuinely sad. Not sad as in pathetic, just deeply saddening.

And even the few times when civilian Marinette laughs with Chat Noir, I can't remember it ever being at his jokes. It happens when other civilians are bothered by them in the cinema in "Glaciator 2" and in "Elation" when she's having fun at the date in general and later when Adrien tries to be silly while explaining something and then Marinette laughs at Chat being frustrated at himself for not being able to put what he wants to say into words.

But all of these cases are not her laughing at his jokes the way she literally said she knows makes him happy. So she's still not doing it.

Wait, no. When Marichat get the ice cream in "Elation". At least thats a moment where Marinette actively laughs at a joke Chat made. Although, she revealed in "Hack-San" that she would do so, too, even if she didn't think it's funny at all and that unfortunately does leave a very sour taste in my mouth:

Person B being the only one who genuinely laughs at person A's jokes is such a popular trope for a reason and it stings knowing that even that doesn't truly apply here.

The trope was ironically recycled into Adrien thinking Marinette's behavior is funny which he then in season 5 got shamed for by the narrative when he then found out that he was laughing at her trauma responses and he beats himself up for it (what a weird writing decision, honestly)

But Marinette as Ladybug for some reason just continued to be written to not laugh to make Chat Noir happy (even when she was oh so in love with him in the beginning of season 5) and that puts the genuineness of the rare times she does into question bc Marinette is apparently just willing to fake it every blue moon.

But I guess, credit where credit is due. She did indeed do the thing she said she knows makes Chat Noir happy ONE TIME in 52 episodes. Only as civilian, though. And mind you, she left the next episode and previously said that her laughing doesn't mean she actually thinks he's funny.

But one questionable time is better than non, right ?

#Ladynoir conflict critical #Rip Ladynoir #Ml s4 & s5 #Hack-San ages like spoiled milk #Nothing is holding up whatsoever #Why even have her say this as the one and only thing she remembers about him in Hack-San #When you have no intention on actually having her DO it??? #And have her say that the rare times she does laugh she might just be faking it? #Bro she doesn't even FAKE LAUGH #Ml season 5 #Ml season 4 #Ladynoir conflict #Ml Hack-San critical #Marinette critical

[lollytea]

How do I say, without coming across as a jaded miserable little bitch who likes raining on everybody's parade, that the PJO Disney plus adaption is nostalgia bait, in the same way that their live action remakes are

#it'll probably be good #it sounds like its gonna be a pretty faithful adaption #im not denying that #but #20-30 something year old you ARE being pandered to by the Walt Disney Corporation #its fine to be excited for it. just so long as we are all aware of whats happening #also we gotta stop acting like mr riordan is some underdog in this situation #hes written one of the most successful teen lit series of all time #and in disney's current quirky girl phase of grasping hold of anything that already has a following #of COURSE they snatched this shit up #''Percy Jackson. A Disneyplus original.'' #do you have any idea just how much theyre salivating to have their name attached to this series? #(tbf the books were owned by disney too. but a streaming service makes their link to the franchise all the more evident) #anyway. maybe i sometimes get a little bitter when i think about all the original projects in production that were abruptly cancelled #usually because of the current fear to take risks and put something new into the world #and then i remember adaptions like are going ahead #there is no risk associated the pjo series. the first few books are relatively squeaky clean for a teenage audience #this is a comfortable direction for them to go in #''but but but theres gay people in it'' hush. disney is not afraid of captilizing on the gay experience #also im pretty sure the gay people dont show up until like. 8 books in #thats 8 seasons #can you imagine #''guys we need to keep giving this show our support so we can eventually get solanjello (or whatever its called)'' #ooooh theyre quite evil. very interesting #even tho like. dont worry you'll get your gay people eventually. you'll get all your book adaptions. you'll get all those seasons. #this franchise is disneys new pet #you can smell it #the hype. the cast announcements. the promotion #LIN MANUEL MIRANDA??? #theyre going to squeeze every last drop of engagement they can get out of it