#oli's great as always though

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

decided to rewatch oli's christmas song stream from last year and remind me again why the fuck oli/sausage is a rarepair again. he sings no less than five romantic songs about sausage (admittedly two of those are just different versions of santa, baby). one of them is him and sausage singing baby it's cold outside together. oli literally left heaven to find this man. what. what am i seeing that everyone else isn't hello.

#space rambles #sorry every once and a while i have to get ill about them again #remind me of this post when it's actually closer to christmas #and maybe ill write/draw something inspired by them singing it's cold outside actually #more likely draw but idk we'll see what i'm feeling #i do genuinely love this stream even though by GOD sausage cannot hold a tune #oli's great as always though #also in the two different versions of santa baby oli says “ive been an awful good boy” and “ive been an awful good girl” so like. gender wi #slight revision he technically sings FOUR songs about sausage #because he sings last christmas at two points and the first time around he goes: #“this year to save me from tears ill give it to someone special (sausage)” #the second time around it's eddie because. of course it is. #and also tbh i think the second time around he is??? maybe singing last christmas about sausage????? #they broke up in the like 30 minutes in between the two versions #ANOTHER EDIT. IT WAS FIVE SONGS (can you tell im just listening to the music again) #the “underneath the misletoe” bit in “all i want for christmas is you” is also followed by him going “sausage” #he's normal

[fictional-character-obsessor]

Carlos Sainz x Supermodel!Reader- Relationship Headcannons

My Carlos is one of my favourites so I had to make this 🥰

Warnings: None (I don’t think, let me know if you find any)

• You and Carlos are Ferrari’s golden couple. You’ve been together several years, since his time at Renault.

• You have a chilli necklace that was a gift from Carlos for your one year anniversary which you almost always wear.

• You speak English and Spanish natively and also Italian so fit right in as a Ferrari WAG along with Charlotte who is like your sister. If Charles and Carlos think they spend a lot of time together then you and Charlotte must be almost chained to each other.

• Alexandra is lovely too, you haven’t known her very long but you both get along well.

• You’re a supermodel with designer and high-street brands like Alaïa, Prada, Paige, Zara and Alexander McQueen but since Carlos began racing for Ferrari, you were signed for Ferrari Style, Puma and Ray Ban so you often are at the same events for work.

• Carlos attends all your Ferrari Style shows. He’s on the front row anyway because he’s a Ferrari driver but he’d still be there if he wasn’t anyway.

• Whenever you want to tease Carlos, you call him Carlitos which makes him blush like mad.

• You are very good at padel, as good as Carlos. Often, you have doubles matches with Charles and Charlotte. It’s either couple vs couple or boys vs girls which is often a challenge of who can tease the other more.

• While being excellent at padel, you are bad at golf.

• In the several years Carlos and you have been a couple, you have gone from being absolutely awful at golf to being poor at it.

• Quite often you simply play golf with Carlos to tease him with the short skirts.

• Rupert and you get on great too, if you’re away for a race and Carlos and him are training you’ll often join Team 55 to get some exercise and also to tease Carlos with Rupert.

• You’re Guzmán’s favourite background character in the DONTBLINK episodes. You think you’re being sneaky but the fans always find you in the background.

• You’re a private couple. Private but not a secret. Everyone on the grid knows you’re a couple.

• You may be a private couple but your phone is full of Carlos Memes from Instagram and Twitter.

• Piñon is Carlos’ and your baby. You love Mati and Oli too but Piñon is your child.

• Carlos, you and Lando are like a child and their parents. It started in McLaren but you’re still close even though Carlos is now at Ferrari

• Your camera roll is 50% Carlos photos and 50% Piñon photos. It’s hard being a dog mum ok.

• You’ve gained a few of your own fans at the races, some who like your style such results in Instagram pages documenting looks you’re seen wearing.

• You have dozens of Carlos/Ferrari bracelets which fans give you.

• You cried with happiness at Silverstone 2022. Carlos deserved the win and you were overjoyed to be able to see him finally achieve it first-hand.

• All the emotions peak in Singapore 2023 when Carlos gains his second win. It’s been such a hard season for both Ferrari boys. Carlos has worked so hard and he can finally reap the reward of his hard work.

• He gazes at you from the top step of the podium as you gaze back up at him with tears of joy in your eyes.

• Charles teases you and Carlos about what goes down in his driver’s room before the races. You both always tell him he’s got no proof. 😉

• The Sainz family love you. Blanca and Ana are like your sisters. Carlos and Reyes are lovely and treat you like one of their daughters. Caco is like your big brother and you both team up to tease poor ‘Carlitos’

• At both Ana and Blanca’s wedding, Carlos’ family members and family friends are asking when you will marry. They point out he’s the last Sainz sibling that isn’t married.

• ‘Sois una pareja preciosa y estáis bien preparados’ his family repeat.

• At both Ana and Blanca’s weddings, both bouquets were given to you by the brides.

• You think you’re too young at the moment to marry. Carlos thinks otherwise.

• ‘I have an engagement ring querida’ he tells you as you slow dance at Blanca’s wedding after-party. ‘I will ask you to marry me soon. All these weddings have made me want to settle down’

• Since the first summer of you and Carlos being a couple, you’ve gone to Mallorca with the Sainzs.

• Lying on a yacht in Mallorca or drinking gazpacho with Carlos’ family has become one of your favourite parts of the summer break.

• You always end up going on a girls trip with Blanca and Ana around Mallorca before returning to show Carlos, Guillermo and Rodrigo what you’ve bought.

• Every year, you go on a night time boat ride with Carlos which is one of the many highlights of the trip.

• You thought that England was your home when Carlos was at Renault and McLaren but now you realise that Italy is your favourite. The food, the people and the weather is everything.

• Carlos’ carbonara is incredible. You’re both foodies so date night often becomes one of you cooking, or going out for a meal to one of your favourite Italian restaurants.

• Carlos and you are everything to each other and neither of you can see your lives without each other.

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #f1 #ferrari #forza ferrari #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz x reader

[libraryofloveletters]

How To Let Go 101

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Charles grossing out his kids, just a day with the leclercs and their kiddos on the yacht, coming out indirectly (sorta??), shady behaviour between friends, mentions of pregnancy and having kids, Charles is gonna lose his mind, a few swear words, tiniest kitchen injury, little bit of blood, one snarky comment but it was said out of pettiness (no hard feelings please lmao), alcohol and the consumption of. 

Word Count: 5.7k

Author’s Note: this one is wild lmao so buckle up lmaoooo 

Daddy & Me +  Three Masterlist // includes this ask --  one 

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Hot and sunny, the breeze sticking to your skin as it blew. It was the perfect day to spend on the water and that’s exactly where you were all headed. 

Three cars headed to the port at the moment; you and Charles in his beloved pista, Christoper drove himself and Sofia, along with Eloise and Anthony, who had met you at the house that morning. Gabriel took his own car to stop off and pick up his friends. 

At some one point or the other, you all arrive and everyone picks off their own corners of the yacht. 

Charles was playing captain for the day, no matter how much the boys promised their father they were more than capable of sailing, they were not up to Charles’ standard apparently. 

The kids were spread across the front of the yacht, taking in the sunshine. The 3 girls; Sofia, Eloise and Georgina were all in the middle of a photoshoot for what you could only assume was Instagram. 

Georgina was the twins’ first friend aside from Sofia. She was 2 months younger than the boys, 4 months older than Sofia which made her 19 as well. 

Georgina was George’s daughter and though the names bare great resemblance, she looked nothing like her father. The only thing she took from him were his big blue-green eyes and lashes. Now, Georgina wasn’t even supposed to be named that; everyone called her that the moment they found out her parents were having a baby girl. A little tease on George turned more because even George himself slipped up and called her that the first time he held her. 

On the other side of the girls, the boys were mid debate; which car of their fathers’ was the fastest. A usual topic amongst them, their family pride gearing up. 

Anthony obviously said his father, Pierre. Gabriel and Christopher were claiming their father, Charles, has the best track record all while Oliver was reminding them that his father, Max, had won the title of world champion. 

Oliver, who was affectionately known as Oli, was Max's oldest and only son. 18 years old and just as bold and full of himself as his father was. Much like Anthony, you saw Max in Oli. It was painfully clear in his ways who’s child he was but despite that, the blue eyes and hunched over laugh were tell tale signs of Max.

Gabriel rolls his eyes at the mention of Max's win; Gabriel loved Max, looked up to him even but he despised Oliver with a passion. He always told you that Oliver was full of himself and he despited the way he ran around town hopping from girl to girl. You understood where he was coming from but you couldn’t imagine sweet little Oliver, the same little blonde hair, blue eyed, fat face baby boy sleeping with half of the city. 

The older twin walks off, dropping himself down next to Georgina. The girl shifts, resting her head on his lap as they chat. 

The boys dispersed, Christopher returning to Sofia, hugging her from behind as Anthony mirrored him with Eloise, the 4 of the chatting. 

Oliver was on the other side of Georgina, her tanned legs on his lap. Despite Gabriel’s dislike for the dutch boy, Oliver was friends with his siblings and Georgina. 

You often wondered if they were dating; Georgina spent so much time with Gabriel, the two of them slept in the same bed most nights when she stayed by the Leclerc residences; the kids’ nickname, not yours. 

“What are you staring at, amour?” Charles asks you, sitting beside you in the shade. 

You nod towards the 3 kids on the seat and Charles follows your eyes to them. “Okay, what am I meant to see?” He asks you, confused. 

You roll your eyes, this man always missed what you were trying to show him. “Georgina and Gabriel, seems like they’re dating, no?” 

“He doesn't kiss and tell honey.” He tells you, pulling you into his side. “Yes but-” Charles cuts you off with a kiss. “It was you that told me they need to grow up, make their own choices, right?” 

“Oh fuck off,” you laughed, rolling your eyes at your husband.

Charles smirks, kissing you. “I’ll fuck you-” “Dad! Ew!” Eloise groans as she turns around and walks away from you two. 

You laughed at her reaction, “oh grow up Elly! How do you think you were made?!” Charles shouts after her, making her gag. 

While Eloise and her father bickered, your eyes were glued to Gabriel, Georgina and Oliver. Georgina was reading her book, she could care less about Gabriel’s wandering hand on her stomach. 

Oliver’s gaze fixed on Gabriel. 

Gabriel’s fixed on Oliver. 

There we go.

The yacht anchored as you kissed your husband before heading down to put together lunch. You were below deck, trying to open the stupid jar of peppers because Charles insisted on buying the fancy glass bottle with the clearly indestructible lid instead of the regular one and you could not get it open. 

“Need help mama?” Gabriel asks; your sweet boy to the rescue. 

You hand him the jar, the boy opening it with ease before handing it back over. He sat in the little booth by the counter, eating the strawberries you cut earlier as he watched you mix the peppers into the pasta sauce. 

“Can I ask you something ?” You look over at him and he nods, popping another piece of strawberry into his mouth. 

“What’s going on with you and peach ?” 

You had called Georgina ‘Peach’ since she was a little girl because her name reminded you of Georgia, hence Georgia peaches.

“Nothing, we're just friends.” He tells you, munching on strawberries. 

You hum, cutting the cucumber for the salad. “Could you grab the bowl from the cupboard for me?” You nod towards the cupboard above you and Gabriel gets up, reaching for the glass bowl in the cupboard. 

You turn around to face the boy once he sets the bowl down. “And Oli?” 

“What ?” he asks, brows furrowed. Your eyes meet his blue ones. “Oli - is something going on?” 

“I- Mom, what are you-” he stutters, unsure how to explain himself to you. 

Not that you needed an explanation. 

“Are you two.. seeing each other?” You ask him quietly, unsure if he has come to terms with his feelings or if maybe you misread the situation. 

“No!” Gabriel shook his head, “I just-” he sighs, running a hand down his face as he leans on the wall. 

“I like him, mama.” Gabriel whispers, you smile at your boy as you pull him into a hug. 

“I’m happy for you, baby.” You tell him, kissing his cheek. Gabriel lets out a breath, his blue eyes teary. “Really ?” he asks, smiling. 

“Of course, honey. You know I love you no matter what, right? Who you’re sleeping with is your business,” you laugh, patting his cheek. “As long as you’re happy and safe, and you’re being treated well, then that's all that matters, isn't it?” 

Gabriel nods, hugging you tightly. 

“Can I just ask; do Elly and Chris know?” 

“Elly figured out before I did.” He chuckles, “Chris knows too.” 

“I take it daddy doesn’t know?” Glancing out the doorway at your husband who was napping in the sun; surely, he had no sunscreen on either. Gabriel shook his head, “I'm not sure how to tell him.” 

“You don't have to. Take your time baby, I know your dad feels the same way I do so no rush, okay?” You smile at him. 

Gabriel nods, smiling back at you. A weight lifted off his shoulders.

“But wait,” you grab his hand, “who’s lipstick was on you the other night?” 

“Oh, some girl I met at the bar.” 

“Oh,” you look at him slightly confused. “Good for you babe,” you chuckle, letting go of his hand. 

You always tried to keep an open mind when talking to your kids. It’s hard to know they’re all grown up with their own lives but you had to get over it, they lived their lives how they pleased now -- well, except for when you bullied them into family affairs. Then they had to play by your rules and only your rules. 

It didn’t take long for you to get lunch together, it was just a matter of putting the stuff from the baskets into the bowls and carrying it out to the table on deck. 

Charles had come down to check on you, hugging you from behind. “What were you two talking about?” 

“Who?” 

“You and Gabriel.” 

“Oh nothing, just asking if he can use the cottage next month. It’s peach’s birthday and they want to throw her a little party.” 

“That’s fine.” Charles hums, “I know, I gave him permission.” You smile, turning to give him a kiss before you two carried the stuff out for lunch. 

All the kids were sitting around the table, Chris and Georgina passing out drinks when you sat. “Want one?” Georgina asks Eloise, tipping the beer bottle in her direction. 

“She's still too young for that one,” you took the bottle from the older girl, setting it in front of you. 

“Anthony is drinking!” Eloise points out to you, causing her boyfriend to put his own beer down. 

“Anthony is 18, he’s allowed.” You remind her, cracking the bottle open on the edge of the table and taking a sip. “Where’d you learn how to do that?” Chris asks you, eyes wide. He tries himself, knocking the cap on the side of the table. 

“I had a life before you guys were born, just in case you didn’t know.” You laughed, taking the bottle from him and pulling the top off on the table, handing it back to him. 

“Your mother is a woman of many talents,” Charles smiles, kissing your head as he moves to sit beside you. 

“Dad, again - ew!” Elly groans, Charles’ brows furrow before he realizes what she meant. “Eloise! No! I didn’t mean it like that! God, why is your mind so filthy ?” he groans. 

Christopher and Sofia sat together, Chris sat between her and Georgina. You were beside Georgina, Charles at the head of the table and across from you sat Anthony, Eloise, Oliver and Gabriel in that order. 

Lunch was quiet, the 9 of you chatting about summer trips, plans for school come September. Oliver and Gabriel were bickering about something at the end of the table, the two of them quietly fighting and the way they were looking at each other was anything but subtle. 

I mean, even Charles picked up on it and he usually never does. 

Your husband nudged you. “what’s going on there?” He leans over to you and asks. You look in his line of sight at the two older boys. 

You shrug, “he doesn’t kiss and tell.” You remind your husband of his words earlier.  

“Are they-” “I don’t know but if they are, he’ll tell us when he’s ready.” You pat Charles’ hand, getting up to gather the empty dishes and he gets up to help you but Sofia calls for him. 

“I got it, you relax.” She tells him, grabbing a few of the plates and helps you carry them to the kitchen. 

Christopher and Georgina had been chatting, she and her parents were going to Spain at the end of the month and from what you could overhear, she wanted him to come along. 

Sofia had been sitting right beside them, she heard the whole conversation. 

It struck Sofia as odd that Georgina would invite her boyfriend on a family vacation when they were all friends and they could all go together. Along with the fact that Christopher was even being invited when everyone knows she and Gabriel are much closer. 

“Auntie y/n?” Sofia calls for you, leaning on the doorframe. 

“Yeah babe?” You look over at the girl. 

Her bright blue bikini matches Christopher’s shorts, her tanned skin glowing in comparison; the picture of beauty. 

“Is Gabriel going with the Russells’ to Spain ?” She asks you. 

“They’re going to Spain ? He didn’t say anything to me.” She hums, you look over at her again. “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, just wondering.” She smiles at you, “need any help?” 

“No, no. You go have fun, I think the boys are going for a swim if you want to join them.” 

“Yeah,” she hums, walking up the few steps. You wondered to yourself what that was about but you didn’t want to push her. Nonetheless, you returned to the deck and peeked over the railing. 

All the kids were in the water, Charles in there as well. “Having fun?” you call out to no one in particular. 

A chorus of yes coming back as you sit on the swim platform, Charles swimming up to the edge to rest his arms on your thighs as your legs hang down into the cold water. The kids were off in groups, Anthony and Eloise together, Oliver and Gabriel were having some competition to see who could swim the fastest and Sofia, Christopher and Georgina were together. 

Your hand passed though your husband’s wet hair, “you okay?” He asks you, noticing your zoned out gaze. 

“Yeah, just thinking.” 

Charles pulls himself up, sitting beside you before shifting to lay back and rest his head on your lap. “About?” 

“Sof asked me if Christopher was going to Spain with the Russells.” 

“I didn’t know they were going to Spain.” 

“Yeah, me either. Now I was wondering what prompted that, but I think I found my answer.” You tell him, turning his face so he can see what you were. 

Georgina was laughing, her hand resting on Christopher’s arm as he laughed as well. Sofia looked pissed, her face turned into a scowl as she looked away from them. 

“He’s not cheating on her by having friends.” 

“Yeah but if I was Sofia, I'd be pissed too. He brought her here and now he’s spent all day with Georgina, like come on.” You tell him. 

“Do you want me to talk to him?” 

“And say what, Charles ? Stop flirting with other girls in front of your girlfriend?”

“...Yeah, basically.” 

“No,” you shook your head, “they’ll figure it out.” 

To the other side of you was your youngest and her boyfriend. Eloise’s arms were around Anthony’s shoulders, the boy peppering her face in kisses. “I have to tell you something,” She whispers to him. 

Anthony pulls her with him a little further away from her parents, he looks at the girl. “What’s up? Everything okay ?” 

“I uh- I'm not sure how to tell you this.” She starts, running a hand over her face. Anthony looked just as worried as she did, unsure what she could possibly have to tell him. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Eloise finally spits it out after a breath. “I’m late.” 

Anthony’s brows furrow, “late for what?” 

“Late as in, I didn’t get my period yet.” She tells him. 

Anthony’s face goes white, he looks like he’s going to be sick. “What do you mean you didn’t get it? Like how late are we talking? Are you sure you’re not stressed ? You know sometimes that happens-” Eloise put a hand over his mouth to shut him up. 

“A week. A day or 2, sure, but a whole week? Something’s not right, Anthony.” 

“How did this even happen? We were saf- fuck.” he sighs, remembering the morning they snuck out to watch the sunrise. 

“Yeah.” She says quietly, the news weighting on both of them. 

Somewhere towards the front, Oliver and Gabriel were still racing. “Calling it quits already ?” Oliver taunts, stopping to look back at Gabriel who was a few feet behind him.

“Fuck off Oliver.” 

“Oh, full name. So scared.” Oliver laughed, rolling his eyes at the other guy. Oliver was fully aware of Gabriel’s distain towards him and he made it his mission to irritate him. 

Maybe Gabriel would finally make a move if he kept going.

Oliver was more than aware of the conflicting feelings twirling around in the brunet’s head. He saw the way Gabriel looked at him, the way he shifted in his seat anytime Oliver took off his shirt or the way Gabriel used Georgina as a cover for his feelings, pretending to be interested in a girl he looked at as his best friend. 

Gabriel rolls his eyes too, ignoring the blonde boy and the butterflies in his stomach. Oliver, on the other hand, kept pushing him. He swam over to him, the two of them all but maybe a foot apart from each other. 

“So tell me, you and Georgina are a thing?” Oliver asks him. 

Gabriel’s face twists into disgust for a moment before catching himself. “Sort of, we haven’t put a label on it.” Gabriel gives him a bare minimum answer. 

“Is that why she’s flirting with your brother ?” He never turned so fast. 

There goes his cover; his best friend giggling with his younger brother. Fucking Christopher, dude can’t keep it in his pants to save his life plus he had a girlfriend, did he really need to take his fake one too? 

Gabriel wasn't sure what to say, ignoring his mixed feelings at the moment. Not getting the chance to process them because when he turned back to Oliver, his lips met his. 

It was a few seconds before Gabriel pulled away, looking at Oliver in shock. 

He didn’t know Oliver was into guys, let alone him. He had only ever seen him date girls as did Oliver only see him date girls too. 

“So I wasn't imagining those looks, was I?” Oliver asks, a smug smile on his face. Gabriel can’t help but roll his eyes. 

It was his default reaction around the younger Verstappen. 

“I suppose not.” He answers, “but I'll race you back.” Gabriel shouts as he starts swimming back to the swim platform. 

Sofia was the first one back onto the yacht, walking past you and Charles to dry off. Christopher hadn't even noticed she got of out the water until you shouted for them to come in. 

It was starting to get late into the afternoon, you wanted to head back and drop the kids off at home. You were having the girls over tomorrow for drinks and lunch so you wanted to head home and start prepping the stuff.

Georgina gets out next, Gabriel and Oliver right behind her. You stopped Christopher as he hosed the salt water off his skin. 

“What the hell Chris ?” You look at your son, arms folded across your chest. 

“What?” He asks, confused. 

“Why the hell are you flirting with Georgina? And apparently going to Spain with her?”  

“Who said I was going to Spain ? She just invited me today.” He tells you and you smack his arm. “Mama! Ow!” 

“Your girlfriend is right there, stop being an asshole and fix it. Sofia is a good girl, do not hurt her or I'll hurt you and let your uncle Carlos have his turn.” Your words reminding him of Carlos’s promise to hurt him if he hurt his little girl. 

Christoper rolls his eyes, you can’t be serious. 

You were most definitely serious. 

Once Anthony and Eloise get back to the yacht, you all headed back to port. 

The trip back was much quieter than coming. Georgina sat between Gabriel and Oliver, their arms resting on the railing behind her and yet, their hands grazed each others’ arms softly in the late afternoon sun. Sofia sat a few feet away from Christopher, her eyes fixed on the water while he was coming up with a way to apologize for his blatant stupidity.  Anthony and Eloise were whispering to each other quietly, cuddled up next to each other. 

Before you got off, you wanted to sort out who’s going where and how they were getting home. You and Charles were headed back to the house. Eloise and Anthony said they were too, he was already planning to spend the night with you guys, heading home after lunch with his mum tomorrow. 

Georgina said she might have other plans but Oliver, who suddenly took a little more interest in Gabriel, was headed back to the Leclerc residence. 

As for Sofia, she and Christopher were headed for a drive, probably to talk before coming back to the house. It was looking like you’d have a full house tonight. 

Eloise and Anthony were going to ride back with Gabriel, Georgina and Oliver. Sofia and Christopher had left a few minutes ago and now you and Charles were the last two to head home. 

“What’s rolling around in that brain of yours?” Charles asks you, resting a hand on your thigh as he drives. 

“Why must something be rolling around my brain, Charles ?” 

“That’s how it always is, y/n. Spit it out.” 

You laugh, he wasn't wrong. “Nothing, I’m hoping Chris makes things right with Sofia.” 

“Yeah, me too.” He says. 

Somehow Gabriel and the rest of the kids get back before you, you and Charles getting in maybe 15 minutes after them. The house was quiet so you assumed they were in their rooms as you prepped stuff for tomorrow’s lunch and Charles unloaded the car. 

You were cutting veggies in the kitchen, Charles dropped something in the backyard and it startled you, causing you to knick your finger on the knife. 

You hadn’t even realized you were bleeding until you looked down, you moved to wash the blood off your finger just as Charles came inside. “Baby, what happened?” He asks you, rushing to your side. 

“I’m fine, cut my finger. Can you get a bandaid for me?” 

“Where are they ?” He asks, starting to open the drawers. 

“Upstairs, the kids’ bathroom I think.” You tell him, he heads up to look for the bandaids. Charles digs through the drawers, tossing stuff out of the messy drawers only for a little rectangular box to hit the wall, he looks over his shoulder to see what it was and to pick it up. 

Pregnancy Tests. 

Charles’ brows furrow, confused as to why the kids would have a test. He ignores it, finding the bandaids and taking it down for you. Charles wraps the red bandage around your finger, before kissing it. 

“Darling?” He calls as you toss the veggies out. The blood dripped onto the counter so you had to toss everything out. 

“Yeah?” You turn to get something from the fridge. 

“Are you pregnant?” 

“What?!” You shut the fridge and look at him, “No! Charles, we have 3 grown children, I don’t intend on having more.” 

Charles sighs, nodding. Your brows pull together as you look at the man. “Why? Is that something you want ?” 

“Wha- No, I mean- We’re getting off track. I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom.” 

“Was it used?” You ask him, moving to wipe down the counter. 

“The box was empty so I'd assume so.” 

You hum, confused. “It’s not mine, maybe Chris and Sof?” 

“Already ? They’ve barely been dating for a year.” Charles laughs, thinking it’s impossible for him to become a grandfather so soon. 

“We were barely married for 2 when we had the boys.” 

“Fuck,” he reaches for his phone to call Christopher just as he walks in, hand in hand with Sofia. You smile at the sight of them, all is right in the world again. 

“Sofia, can I ask you something honey ?” You call to her, reaching for her hand as you pull her off to the living room with you. Sofia is completely confused but follows you anyways. The two of you standing in the living room, her brows furrowed and her big brown eyes staring at you; she looked so much like her father right now. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I-” you suck in a breath, unsure how to ask her. “Did you, by any chance, take a pregnancy test and leave it upstairs ?” 

Sofia laughs awkwardly, “what ?” 

“Charles found one and we’re not sure who it belongs to. It’s not mine and I’m guessing it’s not yours based on that reaction.” 

“Not mine. Did you ask Gabriel if it was Georgina’s? I heard she gets around these days.” Sofia blurts instantly covering her mouth afterwards. “Sorry, I didn’t-” 

You wave her off, “I didn’t ask but I will.” You walk back over to your husband, “can you go up and ask Georgina if it’s hers?” 

Charles’ eyes widened, “what?! No! You go, that’s so awkward.” 

“Please, that’s nowhere as awkward as me asking Sofia if it was hers. Go ask.” You give him a shove towards the steps, he grumbles the whole way up the stairs, turning back to look at you once more before you shoo him away. 

Charles knocks on Gabriel’s door once, walking in before he hears a come in. Usually he waited but he assumed they were all in there so what’s the big deal? 

He instantly regrets his choice to walk in. 

Gabriel and Oliver were laying on the bed, limbs tangled under the sheets. “Dad!” Gabriel sits up; Charles doesn't think he’s ever seen Gabriel move so fast. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Charles shuts the door, his back to it. 

Clearly Georgina wasn't in there. 

“Where’s Georgina?” Charles asks, Gabriel answers back. “Dropped her off to see Adrian!” 

Adrain was Alex’s son. Georgina and Adrian had been notoriously close since they were children. Not a big shock to hear they were a thing. 

“Can you two, um, could you come down when you're done?” He asks from his side of the door. Gabriel shouts yes and Charles walks away. 

So that was something he missed. 

You and Christopher were in the kitchen when Charles came downstairs again. “Well ?” You ask Christopher. 

“We’re fine.” He glances over his shoulder at Sofia who was on the phone with her mom. 

“Good. I hope you’re not going to-” “Spain ? Yeah, but with Sofia. Uncle Carlos wants to visit some family and he said I could go with them if it's okay with you guys.” 

“Depends on when but it should be fine, I'll talk to your dad.” You pat his hand, smiling. 

Both Sofia and Charles walk into the kitchen at the same time, Sofia slides in next to Christopher at the breakfast nook, Charles looks like he saw a ghost. You look at your husband, confused at his reaction. “What happened ? Is it hers? Wait- is Gabriel the father?” You asked him and he shook his head. 

“She’s uh- she’s not up there.” 

“So why do you look like you got the shock of a lifetime?” 

Charles leans toward you, whispering so the kids don’t hear. “Gabriel and Oliver were in bed.. together.” 

“Okay, so?” 

“No, nothing. I just thought they hated each other, sort of caught me off guard.” 

“Well, apparently they don’t. Good to know it’s not Gabriel’s then.” You laughed, Charles relaxed at your joke, smiling. 

Oliver and Gabriel made their appearance in the kitchen, hand in hand. “Yeah!!! Go Gabe!” Chris shouts, clapping for his brother. Sofia joined in on the fun, whistling for the new love birds. 

You smiled at your children, it warmed your heart to see them all happy and in love. 

Charles hugs you from behind, watching as the two boys squeeze into the breakfast nook; A habit they had since they were kids. Made for 2, but 6 children would squish into it. 

“Good to know we’re not getting any grand- where’s Elly and Anthony ?” Charles asks, the dots finally connecting in his head as he lets go of you, jogging up the stairs. 

It’s not long before you hear a door hit the wall and shouting. “Why can’t your father ever deal with things rationally ?” You ask the twins, running after Charles. 

“Charles!” You shout at him, pulling the man away from the rant he was on. “It’s her test!” He shouts at you. 

“Okay, so you yelling at them is going to fix what exactly?” You ask him, not that you were pleased about the situation either but Charles needed to get his shit together. “All of you downstairs, right now.” You pull Charles away from the room, letting the kids walk down to the kitchen. 

You can hear Christopher asking her what’s wrong. 

Charles was fuming, he was already planning to toss Anthony over the side of the yacht in the middle of the ocean. You ignore his red face, your hands cupping his cheeks. 

“Breathe, it’s fine. Sure, it’s not the ideal situation, but we’ll help her figure it out.” You remind him, holding his hand as you both walk downstairs.  Charles stops you before you walk into the kitchen. 

“What if she’s pregnant, y/n?” He asks you, his blue eyes watery and the same look he had on his face when you found out you were having twins was back after so many years. 

“We’ll help her figure it out, it's our job to help her and support her.” You give his hand a squeeze. Charles nods, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. You can’t help but feel sorry for your husband at that moment, you pull him into a hug, holding him tightly and rubbing his back softly. 

“Okay, time to go be parents.” You chuckle, the two of you walking into the kitchen. 

The 4 older kids were still in the nook, Eloise squished in next to Christopher who was rubbing her arm, kissing her head as she wiped away her tears. Anthony, on the other hand, was pacing the length of the counter. 

“Anthony, sit.” Charles says to him, the boy finding his way to the stool by the counter.

“Boys, you're welcome to leave - not you, Anthony.” You look over at the boy who sits back down, a sly smile on his lips. 

“I'll stay if you don’t mind.” Oliver smiles, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. Gabriel smiles, proud of his boyfriend and his love of drama. “Well, in that case, welcome to the family.” You smile at him. 

“Okay, the test.” You look between Anthony and Eloise. “Do we have a result ?” 

Eloise nods, “negative.” 

You, Charles and her brothers let out a breath no one seemed to notice they were holding. 

“Okay.” You nod, gathering your thoughts. “I thought your brothers were telling you two to be.. safe.” Charles brings up awkwardly. 

“I know that much,” Anthony pipes up finally. “It was an accident, I promise it won’t happen again.” 

Out of all the conversations that have happened in the kitchen; the numerous pregnancy reveals, the break ups, the makeups, the odd ball marriage proposal, this was the most awkward conversation you’ve all witnessed. 

“Well this is fucking weird.” Oliver breaks the silence in the kitchen, saying what everyone was thinking. The room bursts into laughter, the tension lifting momentarily. 

This wasn't the ideal way to teach your children to be safe and use protection but no one said parenthood was easy.

“I uh- I think I'm gonna call my dad and head home tonight.” Anthony says, pulling the focus to him. 

“No need for that kiddo, you can stay if you want to. It’s fine.” You put an arm around him. “They’re not allowed to sleep in the same room,” Charles butts in, causing Eloise to groan. 

“Sofia and Christopher do,” She points out, Chris pinches her arm for snitching on him. 

“Sofia wasn't the one that had a pregnancy scare, was she?” Charles asks her, this was the only time you had ever heard him be stern with her. She was always his baby girl who can do no wrong.

“Fine, whatever. Where are you gonna put him? On the couch?” She asks her father. 

Christopher speaks up, scooting his sister out the nook as he and Sofia get up. “Actually, I’m staying by Sofia’s tonight. We're getting breakfast with her cousins in the morning.” He announces. 

“Perfect. Anthony, you can take Christopher’s room.” 

“Okay.” He answers Charles, unsure how to get out of this predicament. 

“You guys can go back to whatever you were doing.” You tell the kids, all of them getting and heading off. “Doors stay open!” Charles calls out to the ones headed upstairs. 

You and Charles walk Sofia and Christopher to the door, hugging them goodbye before watching them get in the car. Charles has got his arm around your waist, the two of you waving them off as Christopher backs out the driveway. 

Returning to the living room, you flop down on top of the couch and Charles makes his way to the kitchen. You switch on the TV, finally some peace and quiet -- that lasted all of 2 minutes, something shattered upstairs. 

“Sorry Mama! It was the vase, I'll sweep it up!” Gabriel shouts and you groan. 

Your favourite vase sat on a side table with some flowers Anthony had brought for you in an attempt to win you over after the fiasco a few weeks ago, Charles has gotten a bottle of scotch as well, surely Pierre’s pick.  

Speaking of Charles, your husband returns to you with two glasses of wine in hand. He hands one to you, “we deserve it.” He says with a sigh, sitting beside you. 

All 3 kids in relationships meant you’ve now gained 3 more kids, more stress but you wouldn’t change a thing. You loved these crazy ass kids with your whole heart. 

You rest your head on his shoulder after you take a sip. “This parenting shit keeps getting harder, huh?” 

Charles laughs, “I don’t think it ever gets easier.” 

----- 

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[allwaswell16]

Happy Fan Fic Writer Appreciation Day 2023!

In honor of this day, here are the first lines of fics written by some of my favorite One Direction fan fic writers! This post gets longer every year, but we are incredibly lucky to have such talented writers writing fic for our fandom. I truly just had to stop somewhere though. (You can find previous year’s lists and my other recs here.)

Harry stretched in bed with a smile. 

“Ah!” Louis hissed when the needle touched his finger.

Wanted: Dog Walker.

Harry’s stomach growls as he walks down the pavement toward Mercury Chicken. 

Louis woke up to someone grabbing his ankle and tugging lightly.

Everyone is expected to be back in the office a minimum of two days a week starting the first full week of December.

Harry is drunk.

Louis is late.

Harry leans his forehead against the thick glass window, peering into the nursery, trying to figure out which one of the babies is his.

The first time Louis sees him, it’s from the stage. 

Oli can't remember a time when Louis Tomlinson wasn't an integral part of his life. 

“This is really good, mate.” 

Harry had always fantasized about being in a romantic comedy.

If you had told Louis Tomlinson a year ago that he would be celebrating his birthday by kissing the man who has turned out to be the love of his life on a Church Street park bench in Burlington VT (where he now lives) as the snow drifts softly down, he would have told you that you were extremely imaginative. 

He was back.

Louis Tomlinson is in a foul mood.

“Doctor!” Harry’s voice calls from deep within the recesses of the TARDIS’ vast wardrobe, the room shaped like a massive wagon wheel with a lounge in the center. “I think I found it!” 

When Harry hurt himself in front of all of his coworkers, he thought his Christmas Eve couldn’t get any worse.

Louis surges forward, his arm shooting through the automatic elevator door on a reflex when he sees a familiar looking woman striding towards the elevator. 

Louis opened the door, carefully pushing against the old wood on its rusty hinges. 

It was a once in a lifetime storm; a hurricane had come to the Mediterranean.

Louis is running late for coffee with his mates.

“Don’t.” 

Thunder cracks through the inky sky as Harry scurries into the bar. 

The studio lights were bright. 

“Are you fucking with me?” Louis wails, then metaphorically claps a hand over his own mouth. 

Seven.

“Lou, I have an idea and need your help.”

Louis is three pints in when he notices someone looking in his direction.

They’re about to be caught. 

If there was anything people needed to know about Louis, it was that he was not a morning person. 

It was a nice normal day.

Louis fidgeted in his seat, his knee bouncing from the force of his pent up energy.

Observant.

Louis slams his tray on the slightly sticky table and pulls back the chair.

It starts, as any great story starts, at a dinner party. 

Harry relaxes in the bathtub, sliding down so the water covers her shoulders. 

Louis nervously tugs at the collar of his shirt.

“Thanks for shopping at Victoria's Secret. Have a great day!”

Harry couldn’t breathe.

Louis has been single for 369 days, and the last place he wants to be is at a wedding.

The moment Harry clocked in, he was already rolling his eyes and wishing he could clock out.

Louis was so fucked.

Harry hummed along with a song he didn’t know the words to as he changed Max’s diaper before bed.

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[olivia091108]

How to be a jackass:part 1

Summary:meeting bam and Ryan in westchester

Word count:3306

So far filming for season two of jackass has probably been the best time I’ve ever had even though I’m getting injured or pranked every day.

All the guys are great and at first I thought it’s gonna be awkward not only being the new person but being the only girl.Thank god I was wrong for once I don’t think any of them actually cared as long as I actually did gnarly stunts.

The only people I haven’t met are the boys from westchester but Jeff says that we’re gonna film a group stunt with all of us soon.

I’ve done some mediocre stunts like pouting glitter in my eye which didn’t come out for a week and licking a mouse trap Owch. I also did one with wee man where he dressed as a baby and put in a pram and when people would ask to see ‘my baby’ they would be kinda disturbed.

Today I walk on to set and check the stunt list. Today I’m gonna get a pregnant belly strapped to me and walk around town drinking some beer.

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Time skip

After getting a mean old lady shouting at me for ‘destroying my baby’ Jeff called all of us over and told us that at 5:30am to meet here because we’re driving to westchester tomorrow.Jeff actually banned us from going out after like we usually would do we finished for the day and I got the bus back to mine and my sisters apartment

Don’t get me wrong I’m excited but really 5:30 I’m sure there’s no harm in waking up later. I walk into the apartment and go to my room to pack since we will be staying there for 5 days.

I walk into my room and start packing stuff but I can’t find one of my favourite tops so I walk into Ella’s room to see if she’s taken it and I barge in without knocking to see her and Oliver mud sex scrambling to cover themselves with the sheet.

“Get out!”

“In a sec do you have my blue top the one with the buttons”

“Are you serio-“ I sigh and lean against the wall and she knows I won’t leave until she gives it to me. “It’s in my closet” I walk over and grab it off the hanger and scrunch it up in my hands

“Oh yeah by the way I’m gonna be gone for a few day”

“Leave!” She throws a pillow at me but I dick out the room before it can hit me

An hour later ella and Oliver knock on my door and wait for me to reply before walking in with very serious looks on both their faces.

Y/n we need to talk to you about something. You can’t just walk in without knocking we don’t have any privacy with you.

Alright I’ll knock next time

“It’s not just the knocking you always come home late and wreck the houses remember you broke olis computer at like 5:30 you never clean up after yourself and we just think that you should move back with mum and dad because we can’t keep living with you.”

“What your kicking me out I pay rent here”

“You don’t even pay a quarter y/n your’e basically living here for free.I rang dad he said it was fine you moving back soon”

“You know I can’t do that el”

“You could always get your’e own place I could help you have the money know”

“Fuck you. you know what I’ll leave right now.” I grab all my clothes in my wardrobe and try to shove it into my small suitcase and mange to mostly zip it and I grab a few personal thing and hold my piggy bank under my arm before leaving

It might’ve been a irrational idea because now I have nowhere to stay for the night and I can’t go to my parents not how I left there

It’s 1am I might as well go to set and wait till morning but with busses not running I have to walk 5 miles uptown.

Once I get there I only have to wait 2 and a half hours so I set my suitcase down and use it as a seat I dig around in my pocket for the taser I took from Johnny just in case.

I feel a hand grab me and by instinct Tase whoever it was. By the time my eyes have adjusted I realise I must’ve fallen asleep and everyone’s here to go to westchester.

While Jeff is complaining the taser Dave asks if I’ve been here all night. Nah I just thought I should get here early yknow only been here half hour.

We separate into 3 cars to get there and I’m in with Johnny Dave and wee man. I’m in the back with Dave and decide to use the 6 hour car drive as an opportunity for some sleep since I got 2 hours max last night.

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I wake up not being able to breathe and feeling plastic on my face I try and pry one of my friends hands off of me but it’s no use and I have to rip the plastic bag now being able to breathe properly

I hear Knoxville’s laugh and a Camrea is pointed in my face all that adrenaline woke me up quick but I’m still not wide awake and I just flip him off while sitting up and stretching being confined in a car really isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world.

“Cmon y/n we’re here grab your bags.” I take my almost bursting suitcase and walk it into the large house we will be staying at. I hear taking and follow it to the living room seeing Johnny talking to the two boys I recognise from episodes but still haven’t met.

Jeff introduces them the one with the dark hair and blue eyes is bam and the blonde one with a beard is called Ryan. We all introduce ourselves and start chatting and getting to know eatch other. Another girl is here called Jenn she’s bams girlfriend she seems nice but I haven’t spoken to her much

I excuse myself to the bathroom and i see a blonde lady in the kitchen and ask her if she needs a hand. If you don’t mind that would be great

“I’m April bams mum it’s so nice to have you all hear but I am a bit worried honestly”

“Im y/n thanks for letting us stay and I promise I will try to protect you and your house.”

Me and April talk about all kinds of things and I soon meet her husband Phil who is such a sweetheart and it makes me feel even worse for him seeing how bam treats him.

I’m sorry your supposed to be getting to know eatchother and I’ve stolen you away thanks for your help with the dinner.

“Oh it’s no worries you seem wayy more interesting than them boys.”

Speaking of Chris has snuck up behind me and lifted me up and body slammed me onto one of the sofas it wouldn’t of hurt that bad if people weren’t sitting on it.

I sit up and move off of whoever I fell on and jsut laugh it off and I start talking to Ryan about some of his stunts and his life and what not. While telling me about cky videos and high school with his friends bam started to join in adding to the story.

After an hour of talking to the two of them we got along really well and had quite a few things in common with them. We got called for dinner and while I was eating I could feel myself drifting off even though I slept in the car for 6 hours.

I ended up face planting into the food which made everyone laugh and while I used the bottom of my shirt to wipe it off the topic of rooms came up.

Some people were gonna have to share because there’s not enough rooms Steve o and pontius are sharing as well as Dave and ehren. Johnny is with me and wee man and Preston are together.

We all go to our rooms and get unpacked and settled. “Yknow we’re only here for 5 days don’t you”.

“Can’t a girl have options” i didn’t want to tell Johnny about getting kicked out I just wanted to have fun here. While I get changed into my pjamas I get into bed and shut my eyes trying to fall asleep but either from the excitement of tomorrow or because I napped today I couldn’t.

I looked at the clock and it was 12:34 Knoxville was asleep by now I could tell by his heavy breathing. I decided to go downstairs and have some water so I snuck out of my room and when I got downstairs I see Jenn down their about to leave

“How come you aren’t staying?”

“Bams just being a bit of a dick right now but I’ll see you in a couple days bye”

I sit in the kitchen having some water and once I’ve finished I still don’t feel like sleeping so I decide to look around. As best as you can in the dark. I quietly open the front door and step into the garden it had a skate ramp and a swimming pool in it. I went to go back inside but the door is locked I’m not gonna ring the doorbell or id wake everyone up.

I walk round the back and I see a window open so I jump from the ramp to the roof and pull myself up I walk along to reach the window but I see something move next to me. It’s a squirrel. Shit I’m fucking terrified of them they’re Satan reincarnated.

“Oh my god oh my god stop”I try to move as quick as I can to the window and quickly climb in to the room and close the window quietly while repeating those words.

“Jenn I told you to go away”bam room shit. I don’t answer and attempt to just get out of the room but I step on something and it slips out from under me and I fall onto the bed.

“Shit sorry.” Bam leans over and turns his bedside lamp on and rub his eyes. “What are you doing”

“I got locked out of the house then I had to climb threw your’e window to get away from the squirrel like I said sorry and night.”

“Are you on something” bam asks not believing me. I pull a confused face not knowing why he would be confused. “ why were you running from a squirrel?”

“Cos they’re fucking scary haven’t you seen Charlie and the chocolate factory?” At my distress yknow way he does. Laugh.I soon join in and we’re just sat they’re laughing together in His room.

Once the laughing stops he breaks the silence. “How did you even get up here?”bam asks thinking back on my story “I jumped off your ramp.you any good at skating”

“Yeah pretty good you?”

“Stepped foot on one once and fell onto someone’s bed. It seems pretty cool other than that though”

“I could teach you sometime.”

“I’ll hold you to that bam” me and bam speak about anything and everything with me now sitting above his covers on his bed and we switched the lamp off.

He tells me all about his family and when he asks about mine something in the room shifts it’s awkward.

Well I actually left home when I was 16 because me and my mum never got along she always preferred my sister i always hung out with my dad but I didn’t have many friends but these girls invited me to hangout with them and I snuck out an we went to some abandoned school and we would go there smoke some weed and whatever and once we were spray painting and the police turned up my friends ran and a policeman got me and I kicked him in the balls and they took me to jail and when my mum got that call she went crazy she said she was so disappointed in what I’ve become and that she won’t bail me out because she didn’t actually want me to come home. My dad eventually came in and took me home but I got there and my room was all boxed up and she kicked me out and said she didn’t want to see me again so I moved in with my sister.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t know”

“Yeah well how could you I don’t tell anybody so I’m could u try not to mention that”

“Pinky promise”we interlock pinkies and I kiss my hand and he copies.the conversation moves on and soon enough we’re shushing the other to stop Laughing until I notice the clock and see that it’s 2:12 and I can tell bams tired and I am as well.

“Wait y/n it was cool talking to you and if you need to talk I’m always here.” I grab a pillow an throw it at hand face. Don’t get all sappy now bam I thought you were supposed to be a cool skater boy.

I leave and head back to my room and wriggle into bed having to shove Johnny over a bit and for a second I lay there thinking about bam and how much I trusted him I wonder what tomorrow will be like before I know it I’m out like a light.

This one was acc really long

Omg guys I’m so pissed I wrote this like a week ago but I didn’t press save and I LOST RVEYTHUNG the first one was way better

Requests always open

-liv

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[sparkles-oflight]

Conspiracy theories

Small angsty Jance short story (around 1k words or something) that have been meaning to write for a while now. Btw, as I wrote this I was like "shit this is too similar to Rio's inertia" 💀

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don't encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

As the tall and slim man Jan messed around with his guitar, he thought about his little kitten back at home.

It has been now two months since they arrived to London and Jan couldn't wait for the opportunity to go back to his beloved pet. He knew his family would take good care of him, but, to him, Igor was like a son and he could not not think about him.

- How are you feeling, man? - another tall man showed up to his room and sat next to him. Jan couldn't help but to look at the man who placed his hand on his shoulder...Jan wanted to analyze each of his tattoos and intertwined his fingers on this man's.

He didn't reply though. He just shrugged.

- Thinking about Igor again? - and once more, Jan just shrugged - Look, I'm sure he's fine and if you really want we could always call your home to see how's doing.

- Ah... - Jan stretched his whole body and smiled - I know he's doing great.

Jan let his head rest on Nace's shoulder...then his chest. It was nice hearing his heartbeat. It calmed him down.

- Where are the others? - Jan asked curiously.

- Grocery shopping.

- Really? How come you didn't go?

- Kris is trying to make them more organized and helpful and that they "need to stop relying" on me.

- Fair.

Jan rested there for a while longer...but he felt as if Nace's heartbeat was accelerating.

- What are you thinking about? - the guitar player looked up at him

- Olie. - Jan could tell that was a lie.

Truth be told, Jan could guess what it was...Nace had told him a couple of times that he hasn't been so close with someone since he was with his ex.

It's one thing when they are on stage and they try to please the fans with conspiracy theories. It's another thing entirely when the two of them are alone...who are they trying to please?

Maybe it's themselves. That's what Jan believed in.

- Can I ask you something? - Nace lifted the guitarist's chin to look him in the eyes.

But as they looked, neither said anything. Instead they only looked at each other's eyes. Maybe hungry...? But for each other?

Nace was trying to find something there...a support. Jan was thinking about their first meeting...

It took him a while to accept him into the group but during Eurovision things between them got so much better...and that's how this situation came to be.

Jan really really wanted something with Nace... and maybe, right it's time to take another step forward.

Jan got closer... close enough so that their lips touched.

But then he felt hands on his chest...telling him to stop.

- Sorry. - the younger one was at a loss for words.

- Don't be. I... - It seemed like the bass player was just as confused.

- I didn't know you were straight. I really thought -

- My sexuality is not what's a stake. I don't like labels. - he put his hand on his lips - It's just...maybe I gave you mixed signals? I thought we were just doing it for the bit.

- Yeah...the bit. - Jan was clenching his jaw - You know what also is a part of "the bit"? How you touch me when no one else is around! How you let me invade your personal space! How you let me be vulnerable next to you! How you seem to care about every little thing I say! I really thought-!

- I was just being nice! - Nace got up.

- Nice is different from leading someone on for "the bit". - Jan also got up.

- Jan-

- DON'T "Jan" ME. Nace... I'm hurt.

Jan knew he was in the wrong for feeling like Nace owned him any sort of romantic feelings, and he knew that assuming his sexuality was also a shitty thing to do. But he was hurt...both at Nace and at himself for letting him invest - for letting him believe something so stupid could be a reality.

Nace on the other hand...

He grabbed Jan and kissed him strongly on his lips.

- IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT!? - he asked...more than nervous or angry, he was frustrated because he didn't know what to do... - Did you even feel anything about it!?

Jan decided to step forward again and kiss him just as violently, which lead to both and Nace to exploring each other's mouths in a moment of anger... The slimmer one someone managed to make the older one fall onto the bed. As they both grabbed each other's hair and clothes...they couldn't tell if they were angry or lusting over each other.

But they kept it going. Even if they both knew it was wrong. What good could come from angry sex between two people on the same band? Of two people who will have to stick together for a couple of more months at least...

- Is this what you wanted? - Nace asked after they were done.

- Nace... - Jan was at a loss of words - I like you...a lot.

- Great, I hope you liked this a lot then. - He replied in irony.

- I'm sorry for...

- Implying my sexuality?

- Yeah, but you didn't need to prove it to me.

- I'm not, thank you. - he placed his hand on his forehead - Jan...I was still thinking of my ex. The way we broke up was...abrupt. And I also don't want to lie to you...The reason I let you on was because I-I thought I liked you too!

- And now?

- Now...I don't know! It seems like you are forcing me to figure out my feelings more than anything. Jan - he looked at the younger one - Please never pull that shit again. I know I was shitty but for fuck sake don't make anyone feel bad about not sharing the same feelings as you!

Jan stopped to listen to Nace...he really was childish. He was really wished he never hurt Nace this way...but...how could someone who he loved hurt him? And how come he hurt someone he loved?

- Is anyone home? - Jure yelled from the entrance.

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Afternote: I love myself some morally grey characters 🩶

MASTER POST | Recommended next: Conspiracy Theories (Alternative Ending)

#joker out #joker out fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #jance #joker out jan #joker out nace #jan peteh #nace jordan

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Hi Sea, the one reason I always think that Louis really is doing it for his love of touring as he says is because look at the ticket prices and then getting two openers for the show. That is pretty impressive. We can be assured that if Louis has bought them on, the tour openers will be full of energy and will have a good sound. Also, his production is always top notch.

He is really trying to give his audience a high class show.

The quantity and quality of the openers was what really impressed me yesterday. Surely Louis knows that many of the shows aren’t completely sold out, and he could have easily cut corners to save production costs.

For example, for LTWT22, Louis could have easily saved money on pyrotechnics. He could have let fans buy their own water (at exorbitant venue prices). He could have made his band stay in cheaper lodgings while he himself stayed in the Four Seasons. He could have gone out with only Oli and his security to clubs and other fun activities. I think LTWT Chicago was one of the earlier stops, and because of Covid precautions, Louis rented out an entire private club so his crew could enjoy some downtime and still stay safe. He paid for a cocktail cart to travel with the tour crew. He paid for tattoo artists to commemorate the NA leg. Louis did all of this even though the venues were small, and the profit margin was slim.

Louis could have made fans pay for the first Away From Home Festival. He could have charged for meet and greets. He could have used dynamic pricing. He didn’t have to donate all profits from the London Livestream.

We have also seen how exposure has really helped the bands that Louis takes under his wing. Only The Poets is a great example of a band that has blossomed when given a chance. Sun Room’s sound and stage presence became more confident and mature as a result of tour. Stone has amazing publicity from Louis. In many cases, we can see the bands’ growth in front of our eyes, getting better and better throughout the tour.

Louis does not skimp on stage production, but his focus is always on the music first and foremost. From his emphasis on solid songwriting for the tour (getting great musicians and songwriters to work with him), to the sound production for tour, to Louis’ focus on rehearsals and giving a good performance, to his appreciation for the audience, we can see in each step Louis’ focus on craft and his appreciation for being able to tour like this.

I remember something that Louis said once, “You start small and you work your way up.” This was when he was playing 1.5-3k venues after he had already played stadiums with One Direction, and knew that other guys from 1D were playing arenas. I’ll always love Louis for doing it for the music. Always always always.

[talkfastromance4]

An Ashton & Posy Adventure--Luke&Lily oneshot

Just a fun little something before introducing the new baby!

Enjoy!

******

There’s a lot of commotion at the Hemming’s house when Ashton enters the door. Oliver is crying as he follows you around the living room, his arms up wanting to be held. You’re talking softly to him as you pick up toys. Posy is in the kitchen with Petunia trying to teach her tricks by dangling treats. Petunia is barking loudly. It’s Saturday so Lily is over by Cory and Ella’s. 

“Lovie, have you seen my wallet?” Luke appears from the hallway then swiftly scoops Oliver into his arms. He quiets a little but is still reaching for you.

“Should be where you always put it,” you sigh folding up a fuzzy plane blanket, “the kitchen counter. When is–oh! Ashton, how long have you been here?”

The three of you face Ashton, Oliver’s sniffling and rubbing at his eyes.

“Not too long,” Ashton shakes his head with a smile. “You remember me and Posy are spending the day together, right?”

“Of course we did! Sorry–” you take Oliver from Luke and he nestles into your neck– “it’s been a crazy morning.”

“Hey bug,” Luke calls to Posy, “did you see who’s here?”

“Huh? UNCA ASH!”

She drops the treats for Petunia who gobbles them up and Posy runs towards Ashton. He lifts her in his arms for a big hug, her little arms wrapped around his neck tightly. 

“Hi little one, are you ready for our adventure day?”

“Yes!”

“Go get your shoes, Pose,” you tell her. You’re bouncing Oliver and rubbing at his back. He hasn’t been feeling well and has been signing ‘hold me’ for the last week. He also has been tugging at his ears so you think he has an ear infection but you have to wait until Monday to go see the doctor. 

Ashton sets Posy down and she runs to her room.

“Does she have a bag?” Ashton asks.

“Yeah. It’s got extra clothes, some snacks, and her water bottle,” Luke moves into the kitchen to grab her red backpack. “Which beach are you going to?”

“Big Rock. They have cool tide pools she’ll like and we can collect rocks and shells.”

“She’ll love that,” you smile and kiss the side of Oliver’s head.

“Little guy’s still not feeling well?” Ashton pouts approaching you. He cocks his head to look at his nephew then rubs his curls atop his head. 

“No, so he’s extra cuddly,” you hum.

“I’m sure mama’s cuddles help a ton, huh buddy? How’re you doing?”

“Great! I’ve got a ton of energy all of a sudden so I’ve been cleaning the house.”

“Luke says you’ve got the crib set up in Oli’s room?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “With my due date happening in a little less than a month it’s too late to house hunt. Crystal keeps sending me links though so maybe after a few months we can go look at some.”

“And he’s still not talking?”

“Not yet. His hearing is fine, so that’s good. But with him being a preemie, he’s just taking a little bit more time,” you smile and stroke his cheek lovingly. 

“I’m ready! I have my matching hat!” Posy announces and she plops her green bucket hat on her head. She always stole Ashton’s. She also has her own small backpack, some books, and a bright blue mesh bag. In her excitement some of her books fell to the floor.

“You don’t need your whole room, little one,” Ashton giggles then makes his way over to his niece to help her pick up the books. 

“They’re books of rocks and shells! And I got a rock collecting bag,” she explains holding up the blue mesh bag.

“She’s been looking forward to your adventure day for weeks,” you smile. Your voice is softer now because Oliver has fallen asleep.

“I’ve been looking forward to it, too,” he smiles down at Posy. “Let’s take two books, okay? Which ones do  you want?”

She selects the one about shells and a Bluey book.

“Perfect. Ready to go, munchkin?” Ashton asks.

He gathers her things while she says goodbye to you and Luke. Once she’s settled in her carseat Ashton presses play on her favorite playlist and starts the thirty minute drive to the beach. Posy fills him in about school and her karate class and how Oliver can sign her name now.

“Where’s Auntie Kay?” she asks kicking her feet.

“She’s away taking pictures for her job, she’ll be home soon.”

“Can we have a sleepover again?”

“That’s a great idea and I know Auntie Kay will love it. We’re almost to the beach, Po.”

When they arrive, they use the bathroom first and then carry all of their beach belongings. Ashton mainly has everything until they find a spot in the sand. It’s a nice warm day with a cool breeze from the ocean.

“Can I take off my shoes?” Posy asks while he weighs down the blanket with some rocks.

“The water might be a little cold,” Ashton warns.

“I’m tough,” she plants her hands on her hips and has a little scowl on her face. 

Ashton can’t help but laugh because she looks exactly like you and Luke right now.

“Okay, we’ll try it. But if it is too cold we’ll both put our shoes back on. Deal?”

“Okay!”

With her mesh bag slung over her shoulders, niece and uncle walk along the sand holding hands. They collect a lot of shells and rocks and Posy loves wading into the water feeling the sand squish between her toes. They read her books together and enjoy their snacks while watching birds fly across the water. 

She even steals his phone and they have a small photoshoot with each other. Posy places her shells on his forearms so they’re in the circles of his moons and takes a picture of that as well. After a few hours they walk along the beach again.

“What’s that?” she gasps suddenly stopping.

“What’s what?”

“That noise!” 

She lets go of his hand and runs to a small forested area. Ashton runs after her, eying the place to make sure nothing dangerous was hidden inside. He hears something that sounds like chirping.

“It’s a nest!” she gasps and gets on her knees to crawl inside.

“Posy!” Ashton tries to grab her feet but she’s in the underbrush and he gets on all fours to follow her. “You need to be careful, you don’t know what’s in here.”

“Look! It’s baby birds!” 

The two of them gaze at a nest that is clearly broken. There’s only one small bird inside and Ashton knows it’s a little duckling. His eyes gaze around to see broken shells and racoon prints. The one small duck is chirping softly beneath the sand, sticks and leaves. 

“Hi buddy,” Posy greets softly and picks him up in her small hands. “Look, Unca Ash!” 

“Very nice,” Ashton says. He’s distracted trying to find the mother duck but it’s silent. Was the duckling abandoned? “Let’s go back to the blanket.”

They scramble out of the brush and back onto the sand, Posy is still holding the duckling. 

“He likes me!” she smiles gleefully as the duck fits comfortably in her hold. “We need to take care of him.”

“I don’t–” 

“Please? He’s only a baby,” Posy pouts up at him with puppy eyes. Ashton sighs.

“Okay. But let’s take him back to my house, okay?”

“Yay!” She skips away and Ashton has a fleeting thought of yours and Luke’s faces if Ashton brought back a duckling to their house. 

***

Posy found things around his house to put the duckling in, an old fish tank with newspaper on the bottom and a small dish of water. While he put away the beach things she went out in the backyard in search of worms to feed the duck. To Ashton’s astonishment, the little yellow bird followed her around in the grass. He then searched on his phone what to do to take care of a duckling but stopped so he could take video of the duck following Posy.

According to Google, ducks can imprint on humans if they’re the first thing they see and that little duck followed Posy everywhere. Ashton had her pose for pictures which he sent to you and Luke. 

“I love him, Unca Ash,” Posy giggles and nuzzles her nose against the ducks soft fuzzy head.

“What are you going to name him?”

“Philbert.”

“That’s the best name ever.”

Little did he know how deep and true the imprinting would be because when it was time to take Posy home, Philbert went ballistic in the fish tank. Ashton hoped you and Luke wouldn’t be too mad about bringing home a stray duck.

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[louisisalarrie]

Hope it’s okay that I come here and give my take on BBG. I love that your blog is always open to different opinions and for a pretty new fan that’s great because you don’t try to push your opinion down on your followers, so thank you that!

First of all, my opinion about BBG changes all the time. One day I’m sure F is his son and the next I’m not, so maybe this is gonna get kind of confusion, sorry about that in advance!

No matter what opinion you have about BBG it’s a really messy situation for all parts. If it’s a stunt then it’s an awful thing to put both Louis and the child in (I don’t care for B at all, no matter if it’s real or not, she’s a shitty person and maybe mother!). One of the reasons I believe it’s real is because I think Louis would have handled the latest couple of years very different if he wasn’t his son. He wouldn’t have pushed the narrative that much, because if it sometime along the line finally ends I think this will hurt F even more. And if it’s not real, how the hell do they then explain to a kid that he 2 years in a row should celebrate Christmas (and NYE) with a person who’s not his father and his family? Last year I questioned if those photos was taken at Christmas, but this year we got content for several days and a Larrie confirmed that L and F landed I LAX just after new years. So I guess he really was in England for a week with Louis and his family. I can’t remember if we saw any content from B and her family during Christmas or if they could have been in England too? If that’s the case, then it makes more sense and he might just visited Louis for “photo sessions”.

Also Louis seems to spend a lot of time in LA. Even though he’s mostly MIA, we often got a sign that he’s there and not in London. But when he is there Oli always seems to be there too, I know they are friends but at the same time it screams WORK, because who have their assistant by their side all the time, also when you visit your son. All the clips in AOTV with Louis and F, Oli is there too. Like they are co-parenting 🤣 So yeah, that’s one of the reason I find his fatherhood questionable.

And also just today we again got proof that he’s out partying in LA, when he’s supposedly is there to be with his son? We have seen that a lot of times where he’s either pictured at Barney’s or posting selfies smoking weed.

Well this was a lot of rambling and it probably didn’t make much sense, but I think mostly my conclusion is, that he’s not the farther but he has accepted that he will never get out of this situation and therefore he has also accepted F as his “son” and treats him that way, both public and privately. I think, no matter what, that he care for the kid and therefore he now wants what’s best for him. That’s also the reason he push the story about him, because he wants the fans to drop the talk about him not being Louis son - for the sake of the kid and to get the fans to accept him.

Hope this makes sense, English is not my first language, so therefore these kind of opinions can be hard to explain correctly.

Hi lovely!

never apologise for your English, it’s honestly better than mine and that’s the only language I speak hahahaha.

But yes, I very much understand you and you’ve picked up on some very important points. If you still feel on the fence, I’d recommend checking out this masterpost that covers everything about bbg, and it’s just too weird to be real.

#anon #answered #bbg

[skepticalarrie]

It’s always the same with Freddie is it not? “He came to my show” Naturally he was in the audience with fans to see and even mentioned by Louis on stage so we knew this. (Didn’t refer to him as son though lol, couldn’t confuse the poor kid so ‘little lad’ he was referred to of course).

“He likes surfing” Well he lives in LA and isn’t he pictured by Briana’s family in pics of him surfing/at the beach? Then if you don’t pay attention to that family like I don’t so wouldn’t know about that, you’d still know about the surfing anyway since his sisters posted Christmas pics F with his surfboard. Killing 2 birds with one stone there btw. Needed updated pics since their last ones with him are probs from when he was no older than 2. Got their photoshoot done so they can reuse pics of him from that Christmas for the next few years till the next visit.

The Mac and cheese mention was random but also not since kids love that food anyway and Freddie probably has eaten it round Louis so seems like a good time he thought (or was encouraged to bring him up) Doubt he cooked it for him though. Wouldn’t surprise me if we get yeah took the little lad to the pier/arcade/playground since we’ve had pics of those. Good credible stories that fans would buy since there’s images online if you look.

Just seems like he rarely sees him and the stuff he usually mentions about Freddie are stuff we’d usually already know. What about his favourite subject in school? His best friend? His hopes and dreams. How does your son feel about Oli having to be there whenever you’re there Louis? Louis likes to bring F up so much I’m surprised he’s not brought up all that and the kids life story whilst he’s at it. But then again he obviously doesn’t know it so has to stick to the script aka the stuff we’ve been privy to, so when he brings up F being at the concert fans can go aww that actually happened coz I saw it how sweet. Weird how we’ll get some print interviews where there’s no kid mention then all of a sudden we get those video interviews and it’s all “Fred my little lad, I’m his DAD!!”

Idk I’m rambling lol

Great point. There's no depth to the things he say, as much as he's trying to bring it "organically". It's always the most irrelevant and superficial things, and it's never truly spontaneous.

#ask #babygate #babygate 2022

[berlinini]

my fav parts and random thoughts in no particular order after watching AOTV below the cut!

FULL OF SPOILERS (not joking!!)

This is the good stuff, since I can't help being a hater I have Thoughts™️ but I'm going to think about how to correctly articulate them, later on. I don't want to bring the mood down right now. Just want to recap all the amazing parts that stayed with me!

First of all, the most important moment of the 82 minutes: Oli whispering to the camera that Scala was better than any one direction gig. The only thing that matters. Pick someone supportive <3 Oli is the secondary character that you wish will get a spin-off. He’s so funny and articulated. I was already a fan of his but now I want to marry him.

Backstage footage of before and after portland n2!!! It was crazy! So glad we got to see that!

“Minimum stress, maximum bless” - Matt in the lagoon, pretending to smoke a joint…. He is adorable.

LTWT Dallas you will always be special LTWT Santiago you will always be famous Bigger Than Me and Milano San Siro you will always be iconic That's it that's the tweet

Fearless during the latam leg!!! YAAAAS

Unseen footage of the Black Sabbath t-shirt!! Really his favourite shirt!

No mention of AFHF 2021 or 2022, which I found weird.

The London livestream excerpt being Copy 💕💕💕

Louis being a dad is as hot as Louis being a daddy. I don't want to have children, but with him raising my kid I would change my mind in one second.

The mentions of the “dark times” that lasted 2 years post hiatus/ personal tragedies are mentioned by third parties, not Louis. No details are mentioned. So, we have to keep guessing, though he 'said' pretty much everything with Saved By A Stranger :(

No hot Luke :(

Saturdays was written in Mexico in 2021?! At least that’s the song they put over the footage. And that’s what he was recording at Wendy Studio when we got pics of him in summer 2021. I think that song means a lot to him? Given how it made the setlist of the FITF LIC?

Yacht footage... SO HOT It was paella they were eating so that’s what Louis was saying in the IGTV - remember the debate around it? I'm saying this just to claim that I was right.

I fucking lost it at the scene on the band where they talk about being a close band and Louis not being a snob #foundfamilytrope #bandofidiotsthatilove #bigbuttbiggerheart

Louis jumping from the boat with his little yellow shorts gave me 10 lifes

There’s a sequence at the end with All this time playing and it made me lose it.... that fucking song.

The film ends on a very positive note, the last words but also some post credits footage. Faith in the future 💕

Credit song is Bigger Than Me…. Yeah you’re crying

Liam Payne what were you doing half naked in a hotel room with Louis in Madrid?!?!?!?!

Why was Louis half naked before the last 1D performance. Actually from the footage he could have been stark naked… we don’t even see a boxer band. All the boys are dressed for the stage and he’s just having a pep talk naked. Not that I’m complaining…..

Incredible sweater he wears with Freddie on the beach. Vintage fashion queen. Again, Dad!Louis is rocking my socks off. His haircut and beard was just... He's hot. That's all. He's fucking hot.

So much footage of Louis dancing!!!! I could fix him but whatever he’s got going on is way funnier.txt

Btw I was right, sometimes Oli looks like Alex Turner, it’s true. The big expressive eyes and the nose I guess. IDK now I just really want to sit on his face. Anyways. Did I say he was the true star of the film? They're married btw.

Needless to say, it’s fascinating to hear Louis talk and see him too. I loved the footage from the stage - since it’s filmed from behind, we get a whole new perspective from what we saw in the livestreams. He looks so good on stage! He's in his element! He's magnetic!!! I love him.

It's great to see his bandmates featured so much, and to see how the big venues were also important to them, and how they bonded and how Louis is a special person. Also loved his family and his friends being featured. Some parts about his mom were very emotional and I appreciate that they showed a moment in which it's his granddad that cries - as we know it's not often that we see men crying. And I could see so much of Louis in his grandpa, especially the sense of humour. Matt V and Chris can fuck off tho <3

That's it for now! Just thinking about it made me emotional again! I wish I wasn't this emotionally invested in some random British man's wellbeing but what can I do!

As the saying goes, but I love him your honor!

#louis tomlinson #all of those voices #aotv

[augustxxloverson]

・｡  ryan gosling .  cis man .  he/him  - august loverson was  blasting  i want you to want me by letters to cleo  on  the  sidewalk  in  austin today .  according  to  other  atx  residents  , the  thirty-seven year  old  accountant has been  given  a  reputation  of  being easily discouraged ,  but also  protective .  baby stroller, cold brew coffee with cold foam & notebooks 

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

full name: august loverson

nickname(s): gus, auggie

pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man

sexuality: heterosexual

age: thirty-seven

relationship status: single

birth date: june 4, 1988

birth place: albany, new york

time in town: six months

occupation: accountant

parents: samuel & jennifer loverson

siblings: skylar loverson, dillon loverson, hunter loverson

personality: secretive, creative, possessive, encouraging

pet: kitten named oli

children: sophia loverson (2 y/o daughter)

APPEARANCE:

celebrity doppelgänger: ryan gosling

height: 6'0"

hair color: blonde

eye color: blue

FAVORITES:

color: navy blue

food: chicken wings

non-alcoholic beverage: unsweetened iced tea with extra lemon

alcoholic beverage: tequila seltzer with a splash of cranberry

season: autumn

candle scent: cranberry mandarin

book: the glass castle by jeanette walls

video game: spyro: year of the dragon

tv show: 911: lone star

animated tv show: bobs burgers

movie: 10 things i hate about you

holiday movie: the grinch

disney movie: aladdin

pixar movie: toy story 2 & ratatouille

disney original movie: lemonade mouth

candy: sweet tarts

chocolate candy: reese’s peanut butter cups

Fruit: pineapple

Vegetable: brussel sprouts 

cuisine to eat: surf and turf shrimp/NY strip with crumbled bleu cheese

cuisine to make: seafood risotto

genre of music: pop

artist: post malone

song: i want you to want me by letters to cleo

Biography: tw; illness

Being the oldest of four, August always felt like he was the caretaker. Not that his parents ever made him feel like he had to take care of his younger siblings, but he enjoyed doing it. He was a natural protector and wanting to make sure that everybody was safe and sound. He was always helping his parents out in the best way that he could and that was even in between acing all of his classes as well as being the captain of the baseball team from the time he was eleven until he graduated high school. 

August was a real ladies man in high school but he knew that he didn't want to stay in New York for the rest of his life so he a made a point to not make anything serious. And even though August was great at baseball and was offered many scholarships, he ended up wanting to focus on his studies and he turned down all of the offers and went to Boston University for accounting. This is where August really found out where he wanted to be. He joined a fraternity and was living his best life. Not only was he popular, but he was smart as all hell and he was breezing through his classes much faster than they ever expected him to. 

When it came to making a decision about after graduation, August decided that he was going to stay at the school for two more years to get his masters degree in accounting so that he could one up any of the competition that he had to face in the world. He of course completed his graduate degree with flying colors and was named valedictorian of his class. He got to give his speech in front of everyone in school and even his whole family who of course was there to support him. 

While the rest of his family went back to New York, he remained in Boston because it seemed that he belonged there for the long term. He became a financial analyst for a startup company that one of his friends from college was starting. He wanted to be supportive and it seemed like a great opportunity. August worked for his friend for five years and then went out to be a senior financial analyst for Harvard. At this time in his life, this is when August had met the love of his live. The two were together for three years before they were married and once again, his family was there for it. 

After the wedding though, his parents had decided that they wanted to relocate out of New York and go south so they ended up in Austin, Texas. They seemed happy there and they were good since they didn't have to worry about their children anymore because they were all grown and moved out. Over time, the family had moved closer to their parents because after visiting, they were happy about the area and wanted to move there too. Well when August was thirty five, he welcomed his daughter Sophia into the world. The two were so happy to have their own baby and everything seemed good, up until a year ago. Out of nowhere August's wife took off out of town and had left a letter stating that she had to go and that she couldn't explain but would reach out to him when she could. 

Heartbroken, August didn't know what to do because now he was a single father and he was trying to make it on his own in Boston and after six months, he realized he needed to be near his family. It couldn't have come at a better time because his father was given only a year to live and August knew that this was the perfect time for him to go to Austin where most of his family have been anyways because if they all needed anything it was to be there for each other so August took an accountant job at a law firm just to get on his feet and to get into town. 

#atxfm.intro

[thedo0zyslider]

Long Forgotten But I'm Still Here - 4k words

Oli has some feelings about being thrown into Empires and forgotten by all his friends. And none of them are the good kind.

A03 Link

This new world--Empires as Oli had begun to call it--was quite a rollercoaster, to say the least. Being thrown into a new world randomly, separated from all your friends, was not pleasant. Zero out of five stars, bad yelp review, unpleasant experience, would not recommend. 

He’d declared himself the king of Afterlife, which is what he’d called the one before this one, because everyone else had died. They’d used up all their lives or disappeared, leaving him in an empty realm. Until he’d been shoved into heaven that was, to this day he still didn’t know what that was all about, only that once he’d gotten there he hadn’t been allowed to see Sausage; who he knew was up there, for the record. Miss Pearlescentmoon also made a great first impression, by promptly throwing him into some random wilderness, in a world that was decisively not his old one. 

If Oli was being honest he’d fucked around for a little while, doing whatever stupid idea came to his little head. He’d settled on a beach, in a poorly built wooden house that he deemed a megabase, with a little wolf companion to keep himself company. It soon became him and this strange little dog he’d tamed, named Sausage in memory of his long gone friend, against the world. It had been them against the mobs, the elements, everything. Even the Warden, a fateful encounter that had killed his beloved pup and left Oli friendless and alone. Again. For a third time, but that was okay, that was fine, because he could do other stuff. He could do stuff that didn’t involve other people, like burying his late dog on some random patch of snow. Like killing the ender dragon, a creature he had once respected and revered, and stealing its unhatched egg. 

He could do things like floating in an endless void for god knows how many years, a stolen baby dragon clutched close to his chest and listening to some vague murmurings of a poem about love and players and the end of some kind of game . He could do things like being spit back onto his beach, his house now missing and in a world clearly full of people. A world clearly full of his friends, if the ever familiar building styles said anything. 

It was kinda jarring really, to see almost everyone you care about and have them not remember you. It was fine though, nothing Oli couldn't deal with. It was just a little weird, how all his friends were both different and the same at the same time. Well. the ones that were actually with him anyways. 

Some people, he found out slowly and over time, weren't here. Callum was the most notable absentee, to Oli at least, though he doubted anyone else even knew there were people missing. The fox had always had such a presence in his lifetimes, even if could only remember a few. It felt like a big chunk of the blonde was missing, and he silently mourned the absence of his furry friend. Lauren, his fellow Enderian, wasn't here either. (They hadn’t been Enderian's for long, or at the same time, but Oli didn't care for those technicalities. They were still fellow Enderians.) Though he wasn't sure if Lauren would have fared too well in this world, she did have a tendency to fold like a wet paper towel. Meghan and Mika were missing as well, and it was frankly strange to see Shelby running around without them. At least she still had Joey, and Katherine, he guessed. 

Oli had figured all that out from observation mostly, because he was not ready to interact with people after spending god knows how long in the void. So he’d wandered around as stealthy as he could, investigating the nearest tavern he saw. Said tavern seemed to belong to Gem, but before he could even process that Fwhip had showed up and was shoving him in jail. Apparently that ancient city his dog had died in was the one Gobland was built above, and stealing from it thousands of years ago, before anyone lived there, was a crime . 

He’d ended up being stuck in that miserable cage for a month, a month ! It was honestly torture, admittedly a little (more like very) inhumane of Fwhip, and had probably given him a fear of enclosed spaces, so that was great. He’d been stuck in that stupid fucking cage, left with nothing but his horrible, horrible thoughts and rotten fucking cave pork. He hated pork after that, didn’t think he’d ever be able to stomach the damn meat again. Oli and Fwhip had been friends, friends , and the bard had just been shoved in a cage like that didn’t matter, just because the little goblin couldn’t remember. 

While in the cage he’d wondered why no one remembered, and why they simply just couldn't. He wondered why Pearl couldn’t just snap her godly little fingers and make everyone remember who they’d been before, however many centuries ago that was. Then he wouldn’t be in a cage, then he wouldn’t be forgotten and he’d get his beloved friends back. It really didn’t feel like all that much to ask for, in Oli’s opinion anyways.

The blonde hadn’t paid much attention to whatever community service he had to do after being freed. All he cared about was the freedom from the cage and Fwhip’s horrible goddamn cave empire. All he’d paid attention to was that he could actually walk more than five paces again, and the fresh surface air blowing through his unkempt hair and making it windswept. He’d pay whatever fine he’d been taxed with later, when fwhip eventually came knocking at his door. For now he set out, back to the one place he knew best in this weird little world. 

The blonde had returned back to his beach, which was apparently a little ways away from Gem. He had a feeling that Dawn’s princess was faking, and that she did remember him, but he wouldn’t press for details. He wasn’t even sure he could handle that knowledge emotionally, so Oli was very content with not knowing. It did bug him though, that she wouldn't at least drop the act when they were alone, if only to make the world feel a little less alien and isolating than it was turning out to be. Instead Gem just acted like she was an innocent little sun princess, and also dubbed him a bard. 

He only focused on Gem’s little act for a day, before setting off to sea. Oli was a little sick of this world. He wanted to go back home to Afterlife, where his original friends had lived. He wanted to go back to the orb and his other builds, maybe even see if some people had returned from their disappearances. This world, the one he’d dubbed Empires, was weird, strange and hostile, and it wasn’t home . 

He’d sailed and sailed for a few days, going decently far out. There was land he could see sure, but it was strange and uncharted, which was reassuring. It was away from people, and maybe that meant he was getting closer to home. Maybe he hadn’t been shoved into a different world at all, maybe this was just another corner of Afterlife’s vast, mostly unexplored world that he could leave and ignore for the rest of time. 

As soon as Oli had gotten his hopes up he had to sail back, because there was something, some kind of force above the water stopping him from going further. Because of course there was, because of course he was stuck here and couldn’t go home. As he traveled back Oli bitterly wondered if this strange border was just a him thing, and if Joey and his other friends had ever found it during their times with sea bearing origins. 

Oh, yeah actually, speaking of Joey , the man had bloody attacked him! The pirate man (because Joey was a pirate now for some reason, and with an empire that matched the whole theme as well) had been rambling about skeletons or something as he sank Oli's small boat. He'd been free in this world for five minutes and people were already trying to drown him! 

From there he'd washed up on the shore of Sausage's empire, who had kindly nursed him back to health after his attempted murder. Sausage still looked the same since Oli had last seen him, helping the man ascend to the heavens. He could tell this was the same Sausage though. There wasn't really a reason, more of feeling than anything. Joey had possessed a different, oh what's the word? Vibe. That's it. He'd had a different general vibe to him. This pirate man was still Joey of course, just more....devious than the previous version Oli had encountered. More pirate-like, if you really must. Sausage however was the same, there was no doubt about it. Sausage still worshiped the same god, which made him a little more suspicious, and now he looked at the mural of Santa Pearl with more disdain than wonder than he had before.  

Oli suspicions of reincarnation were confirmed when Sausage mentioned visions, but he couldn’t pry on that one because the man had thrown him at Katherine as soon as he was fully healed. Apparently he needed a new change of clothes, or something. Oli hadn’t been paying much attention to what he wore, so he didn't notice until it was pointed out. Being almost drowned by a friend will disorientate you like that. 

And for some unfathomable reason Katherine had dressed him as a bard! A bard ! He wasn't a bloody bard ! Being musically inclined didn't make him a bard , but it was fine. Everything was fine and not weird. It was just like changing origins in Afterlife, wasn't it? Instead of regular old Oli, he was bard, just like how he'd been an Enderian and then had to adapt to being an axolotl. Oli could adapt, that was easy. Sure, he'd adapt to being a bard, just like he'd been adapting to new things his whole life. 

(If part of him was tired of adapting; of losing friends, then he didn't think about)  

Yet despite that he'd left Katherine's place feeling sour, yelling about how he wasn’t a bard. If there was one thing that didn't change, it was Oli's commitment to the bit. 

The newly made bard wandered the land for a little while after that, which gave him plenty of time to get used to the versions of his friends he was now stuck with. Everyone was still the same deep down, even if they'd formed into slightly different people. Sausage was the exception though, because he was literally the same person. He was worried about running his mouth just a lil, as mentioning past lives didn’t tend to go very well. But Oli also had a need to be annoying in an endearing way, and that need always won over his anxiety. So he set off, newly obtained lute in tow, and walked around until he found signs of civilization. 

The first person he encountered, Scott, was still full of sass and his hair stayed dyed a teal blue. Oli started to wonder if it was even dyed at some points and if he was just born with weird hair, but it had to be, because he'd been blonde before as an angel. He wouldn't be surprised if this Scott had dyed his hair either, he was a very colorful and creative man. It made for quite the pretty empire, Oli did have to admit. That man still knows how to make a good block palette. 

Joel’s empire was very close to Scott, close enough that you could see it from the latter’s house. He’d heard Joel was a god and Oli had hoped he would be like Pearl and that someone would remember him. But no, the sky god was like everyone else, he had no memories of before. Which was just dandy , didn’t hurt that one of his closest friends forgot him. Nope 

Instead of remembering Joel had just called him weird and then introduced him to his child. Because Joel having a kid was normal and not a shocking development. The kid, very creatively named Hermes, was apparently Joel’s and Sausage’s, and had been an armor stand before being brought to life by the two. Joel had a living armor stand for a son but sure, Oli was the weird one. That was totally normal. 

There was also a new person, one Oli had never met before, their name wasn’t ringing any kind of bells. Her name was False, and she was setting up a little steampunk themed area near this world's Scott and Joel. He hadn’t paid this newcomer to much attention though, he could always meet her later. There was plenty of time, for now anyway. Never know when God's going to throw you into a strange new world after all. Plus, from what he’d heard, False tended to be skittish, suspicious of everyone, and was very good with a sword. The bard would meet her later if it meant avoiding another murder attempt. 

Katherine still kept her usual love for pastels, but her kingdom was apparently corrupted and being taken over by a mysterious black substance. All of the builds were split, one side being the princess normal style of building, and the other decayed and ruined. Oli’s second visit hadn’t lasted long after learning that. He did not want to get involved with any sort of curse, nope, no thank you. 

He’d avoided going to Fwhip again, because he’d seen enough of that damn cave, and headed up the mountain instead. There he met Lizzie, who was once again living life as a small, furry, mischievous little animal. This time she was a cat instead of a kangaroo or raccoon, and still acted the same as Oli remembered. It was a little reliving, to know that his friend was still her unique little self, even if she didn’t remember him. Though Lizzie did seem more inclined to go along with his seemingly nonsense ramblings of the past, so that was a plus. 

The Mayor of Animalia had warned him of a witch though, and Oli immediately made it his goal to find this supposed dangerous and scary witch. The witch wasn’t scary in the end, because it was Shelby. She, like everyone else, didn’t remember him, and was just a little spookier than he last remembered; almost like her shadow origin at the very start of Afterlife. 

From there he’d wandered to a mesa, where he found the second to last person he had yet to know. The hot and dusty biome was inhabited by Jimmy Solidarity himself, the very man who’d given him community service and freed him from his stupid little cage. Oli already did not have a high opinion of the man, because he was working closely with Fwhip; other than that he seemed fine. Except for a slightly different vibe, one more troubled than before, he was basically the same Jimmy the bard had used to know. 

The last person he met was his favorite, one that hadn’t actually been in Afterlife. This guy, Pixlriffs, was his favorite instantly. The archaeologist was a stranger to him, someone he could look at without a thousand memories flying through his head. Pix listened to whatever he’d ramble about, be it his past of whatever random topic came to head. The man seemed to be genuinely listening as well, and Oli wouldn’t be surprised if he took mental notes every time. There was a connection there of some kind. He didn’t really know why, the bard could just tell this man was different, that he wasn’t what he seemed. It was nothing sinister, not in the slightest, just a feeling that Pix also knew more than he was maybe letting on. 

It was these little encounters, his time on this server that the bard replayed over and over again in his head as he returned to his beach. He set up shop permanently this time, deciding to build tents as an empire, because they were easy and only really required him to collect wool. He went through the motions, gathering materials, building, sometimes socializing, thinking and letting all his emotions bubble up inside him. Oli didn’t want to deal with them, because he was adapting again, that all he had to do was adapt again and everything would work itself out like it always did. 

Sure, it hurt that none of his friends remembered him. But he was fine, he was over it. He just masked whatever he felt with his normal comedic relief attitude. That always worked before, so why wouldn’t it work now? It definitely wasn’t unhealthy or anything, definitely wasn’t coming back to bite him. Nope , not at all.  

He broke down when he next saw Sausage. 

Oli sat there in Sausage’s arms, feeling pathetic as he sobbed his eyes out to a man he barely knew. But he did know this man, he knew him well, they’d been best friends and that was why he was crying. He was crying because no one remembered him, and it hurt and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. 

He barely heard Sausage’s comforting murmurs over the sound of his own sobs. Such a kind person Sausage was, to comfort Oli in such a moment. He was the one person who could maybe understand, with his visions and what not, but Oli wasn’t sure if he even would. How could he? The man didn’t even remember what his visions were about, which was arguably worse, but that wasn’t the point. The point was Oli remembered, and Sancuatry’s ruler didn’t, it wasn’t the same, it would never be the same. 

Sausage shifted them both until Oli’s head was buried against his chest, dampening the nice fabric of his shirt. The bard felt bad about that, despite the fact Sausage had been the one to put his head there. It was a really nice shirt. “Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Sausage muttered quietly, hugging the bard to his chest more. Hands began to stroke his hair tenderly, Oli leaning into it. He didn’t want any of that to calm him but it did , because Sausage was apparently great at providing comfort. 

Oli always hated crying. It made him feel stupid, his face all puffy, nose runny and his eyes red. So now on top of having a mental breakdown he felt stupid, and in response just tried to hide himself more in Sausage’s kind arms. The brunette just couldn’t sit there and let him suffer though, no matter how much he knew Oli wanted to do just that. 

“Now, what has you so upset, querido ?” Sausage asked softly, tilting Oli’s head so the latter would make eye contact with him. The bard met his gaze hesitantly, hating how he kept leaning into Sausage’s soft touch. He didn’t want comfort, he had never wanted to cry in the first place. He wanted to go home, back to his beach and his multicolored tent to mope by himself. He wanted to go home and watch the rain that was currently falling from the back of said tent and let it lull him into a fitful sleep, as he’d done far too many times for his short residence in this world. But no, he was here, in Sanctuary, losing all his dignity in an empty town hall, to a man who didn’t remember what they were once before. At least no random citizen was here to see his sob fest. 

Oli didn’t respond at first, just stared back at Sausage with still watering eyes. He cracked eventually though, only because he could tell Sausage wasn't going to let him go until he did. 

"It's, it's like your visions or whatever…" Oli began, looking away. "Like how you remember things and you don't know where they're from? I do that, but I know what they are." He explained it slowly, taking a few pauses in between his words. He was lying, he was lying through his teeth to Sausage . Oli didn’t get visions, not even anything close to that, he just had to know everything ever. He hadn’t been blessed with reincarnation, he had to remember everything . But he wasn’t going to cry again no, he wasn’t, not if he just gave himself a chance to breathe. "Like your sunflowers? I knew who they were from as soon as I got here." He ignored how Sausage stiffened under him slightly, before forcing himself to relax again. 

Sausage made a quiet humming sound, seemingly a little lost for words. "Do you…remember anything else? Like my sunflowers, I mean?" 

"I remember bloody everything , Sausage!" Ah, there goes the dam he'd been trying so hard to build. Oli clutched the fabric of one of their shirts; he couldn’t tell who's due to hot tears running down his cheeks again. "No one else does!" He snapped. "They just think I spout nonsense!" 

No one had told the bard that exactly, but just because he was comedic relief didn't mean he was stupid . He knew the certain look Scott had given behind his back when he talked about the latter's time as a vampire. He knew the face Joel made when he thought people were mad. Oli knew these people too well, he knew all their little cues and everything. They hadn’t needed to say he was crazy for him to understand. 

Oli waved his hand in dismissal. "But it's fine," He continued. "I'm fine, I'm just a silly little bard getting worked up over silly little-" 

Sausage's grip tightened on him, and it was the closest he came to being anything but gentle all night. "Stop deflecting, Oli!" He hissed. "It's not fine because you're not fine, because you're crying over this." Oli wanted to break again, but he wouldn’t. He'd listen to Sausage scold him and he wouldn’t cry, because he was better at hiding his emotions than this and wasn’t supposed to break in the first place. "It's not fine that you lost all your friends and it's not fine to pretend ignoring it is healthy!" Sanctuary's ruler squeezed him into a tighter hug as he finished speaking, clearly dead set on not letting the bard go. 

"I know," He whispered, burying himself closer to Sausage's warmth again. It was really all he could think to say

"Then why ?" Sausage asked, sounding so worried and desperate it hurt. 

"Because what else was I supposed to do? Act all sad and depressed and weird everyone out more?" Oli snorted, sarcasm and slight irritation dripping into his voice. There was nothing he could do but his usual unhealthy habits, nothing his brain would let him even attempt to try.

"You could’ve talked to someone!" The brunette hissed, grip tightening around the smaller in his arms just a little, but not enough to hurt; just enough to convey his concerned frustration. 

"They wouldn't understand, Sausage. No one else but you could-" 

Sausage cut him off quickly. "They’d at least listen. People here care about you, Oli, even if they don't remember who you were to them. I don't remember but I still care!" He said, and yeah maybe that was what got through Oli’s stupid, stubborn head. Maybe that was what made his damn break again and made him stop trying to fight with his friend’s perfectly reasonable solutions and kind words about his unique problem. 

"You were my best friend," The bard muttered, almost too quiet to hear. Yet it seemed to echo throughout the otherwise empty town hall. 

Sausage responded just as quietly, and the response echoed just as loudly. "And I'd like to be that again." 

They sat in silence after that, only for a little while though. Oli shifted into a more comfortable position, silent tears dripping down his cheeks. Sausage kept his tight yet caring grip on the bard, not going to let go until Oli started to feel better, or told him to leave. Kind words and comforts were muttered into dyed blonde hair, and it reminded the bard of his time in the void. He was again surrounded by silence, feeling numb as words of kindness and care were mutated into empty air. 

"Do you…wanna talk about it? That is, if there were people who didn't come here, could you talk about them? If that helps?" Sausage asked it slowly, carefully, almost hesitantly. Oli was just as slow in his response, only nodding after a minute of careful consideration. Hiding from the brunette seemed a little useless, especially with the chance he would remember their old home too one day.

"Well….there was Mika." Oli muttered, beginning to tell of people he shouldn’t know in this world. He told the tales of the missing, some of the dead, to a man who’d lived alongside these strangers once upon a time. Sausage just hummed every so often, an indication he was listening, and stayed as a steady comfort when more tears spilled down cheeks that were flushed red from crying. 

Maybe this world wouldn’t suck so bad, with moments like these. Maybe this could be home, one day, and maybe it'd be a bit more permanent this time. 

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[tutuandscoot]

One thing I don’t think I’ve seen you speak about is (what I would consider to be beautiful improvement in) Tessa’s arm and hand extension between 2010 and 2018. I think that when she was younger she extended well but at times could be rigid in her hands from the wrist (actually I think you talked about that re Scott and the move to Montreal - we do read your long posts!). By the time 2018 came around, the fluidity was just gorgeous. I always think about the moment right before the Carmen lift in the Moulin Rouge Olympics IE dance, when she rounds the curve of the boards and her left arm is in a beautiful position right before she launches into the backflip (sort of third position with her other arm holding Scott). Anyways I think you’ll know the moment. It’s not to say that her hands weren’t beautiful before, just I thought better over time. What do you think? Happy weekend :)

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Omg yes this is something I need to talk about!!

I totally agree with the first bit you said about the stiffness in her hands as opposed to later on. I see people say when they’ve first watched them ‘oh she has beautiful arms and hands’ and I think yes she does but there were small things earlier on I can nit pick while she just improved them so much throughout their career- and when you are watching them in 2010 and saying her arms are stunning- then looking at 8 years worth of work and growth it’s mind blowing how much better she got!

So this rigidness I think is most obvious in their 2010 oly programs, In their CD and Mahler: I’m really not sure why this is and tbh it was the most significant in these programs that the olys. She hadn’t done this really before in other tango programs- not this much at least with her fingers straight together and yeah kinda stiff at the wrist, same in moments in Mahler, but like with the first gif then into these beautiful 5th positions with her hands held beautifully.. I’m not sure whether it was nerves kicking in and she was holding tension.. it’s a bit odd..

Ironically, in examining Valse Triste and Umbrellas, you can see a quite stark quality difference in both their upper body/arm carriage.

Valse triste they both had quite exquisite pure classical lines, hand extension (for their young age their relative maturity of movement is quite impressive).

Then in Umbrellas.. yes this kind of can be categorised as a ‘lyrical’ routine but I wouldn’t really describe it as that.. it’s really just a ‘free dance’ in literal definition. It’s just dancing as humans- not even ‘trained dancers’. So in this I feel they loose a bit of that pure classical quality, not in a bad way, but in comparing the precision to VT, you see the difference. Lines don’t quite get finished in the same way, not passing through foundational positions (1st, 5th, 3rd, etc).

It was a lot better in The Seasons- much more fluidity in her hands- at times almost becoming a little ‘fluffy’ but perfectly appropriate to the style, character, etc.

Another great moment to compare is her free arm in the rhumba pattern between 2012/2018. Throughout the season she would normally put her hand on top of his on her hip in the Choctaw but I just saw here at worlds she kept it extended similar to how she did in SFTD- so better to compare (even though the camera angle isn’t great for it). In 2018 there is just so much flow and confidence/ease in it, like she really, truly isn’t thinking about it in SFTD. The coordination is perfect. There’s maturity and sensuality in it, she’s just totally owning it right to her fingertips, she’s feeling herself in that moment, that chore, style, costume, all of it. 2012 she was doing the chore extremely well, but not feeling it to the fullest extent.

And yes as you said that moment in MR before the lift is stunning. The arm position, hand positions- EMOTION in it. And really throughout this performance, I know I banged on about Scott’s extension in this but hers as well- they were S T U N N I N G.

Another thing; This doesn’t have everything to do with but also kind of, so I’ll just mention it briefly: her costumes (the long sleeve ones) in 17/18 did WONDERS for her- this was really a fantastic dress design for her especially in how it accentuates her arms. TESSA IS B E A U T I F UL.. she’s athletic- she’s not this tiny little weak, &norXić thing that can’t hold herself, she is muscular, strong, powerful, terrifying. She’s also very pale- like the angel she is that was born to dance on ice. While those things make her exquisitely beautiful, they also contribute to her limbs sometimes not looking the most slim and toned (speaking for myself bc I have the same pale skin tone and muscular build), so she has to work extra hard at toning her arms and even then, a more tan colour just highlights that definition more.. especially on ice her pale skin against white can get lost. SO the long sleeve mesh was a god send for her because the way mesh stretches and interacts with movement/light highlights all her beautiful muscles, shoulders, and even.. not at all in a negative way against her natural beauty, slimmed her muscular back and torso down, just brought it down a bit and for the character of MR, in those moments where she had to be fragile but also incredibly sensual in others, just in the slightest way in working with her natural physique, slimmed her down and getting back to the topic of her arms, accentuated her already gorgeous lines. (She also physically slimmed down/lost some weight for the olys but that’s for another post).

The one program I’ve left out of this is Latch (and I’m sorry I have no gif room left to include a clip 😑) even the change/improvement between latch and MR.. where as in MR I talked about that slimming factor the dresses gave her, the Latch costume had the opposite effect but in a way that was very well suited to the movement/style and story. It was more athletic in a grounded way. Contemporary movement isn’t always ‘pretty’ and ‘balletic’. She expressed the movement incredibly well and they both showed again how they can adapt to any style- they aren’t simply the ‘lyrical’ skaters they were pigeoned holed as. Most certainly there are photos of them in Latch where her arm positions aren’t the prettiest- elbows rotated/ hyper extended, spiky fingers in moments, etc, but that happens to everyone.. and it doesn’t take away from the experience I have watching them. Latch like Umbrellas I feel, while in a different way is similarly a very human dance- not a obvious study in a particular movement style.. the way they move is just a vehicle to express the story, so i can forgive the movement not being picture perfect in every still image because it is about the emotion and interaction between them.

So while her arms were beautiful.. there is something I need to pick on.

Here when her arms are extended.. her elbows are kinda rotated the wrong way (but not by much). The inside of the elbows should be rotated down and upper arms rotated forward.

(Hopefully my lil scribbles make sense)

Ballet arm positions are very hard to perfect.. essentially every part of the arm has to be rotated the opposite way- like a Chinese burn (can u still call it that??) motion. It’s only subtle but the first time I recall watching Mahler I thought about this- that she’s beautiful, a true dancer, clearly has ballet training, but there’s that small detail with her arms that’s not quite ‘correct’.

A lot of it comes with maturity as well- not just training. Maturity of movement, expression. You are always rediscovering how your body moves within the parameters of the art form and how to best suit it to your body. This particular detail improved a lot- like I said essentially I didn’t really see in VT, it came after that and was quite obvious in 2010, along with the kind of rigid hands, the hand thing kinda went away after that.. it was really only Mahler I noticed it in, then yeah her arm positions (shape) improved heaps through to 2014, latch had its own thing going on in relation to the movement (change in personal movement expression/physique which I’ll talk about another time) then MR was just stunning- again both of them finding that together.

(Ballerina is Marianela Nunez of The Royal Ballet- Tessa in ballerina form essentially. Photos by Mariah Elena Buckley)

Why you don’t really notice this.. or people are able to watch her and say her arms are beautiful, is because she has such stunning posture and works her arms from her back. she never has any stiffness in her neck, her presence- the way she uses her eyeline, her twinkling eyes and smile, how she relates to Scott, projects to the back row of the audience, that freedom of movement is stunning. While the exact precise technique wasn’t always perfect, she always created beautiful lines. She had great body awareness- the shapes they created together were always complementary- they were very aware of how they looked physically together from the outside (again that improved massively as they got older as well). You can tell there is ballet training there with her, a lot of other girls there isn’t this quality- they don’t move like dancers. They don’t feel their bodies like dancers.

It’s so cool you’ve picked up on this anon bc I don’t know how many would.. it’s perfectly reasonable and I think it’s good to constructively criticise them, even 5 years post- competitive career, because they are wonderful, spectacular, by far the best there have ever been not just for their athleticism but their mental fortitude and example of teamwork and compassion. Of course they aren’t perfect, of course they didn’t arrive on the senior circuit perfect, they got better and better every year, while navigating ups and downs, and no doubt there would been more potential to explore post-2018, but as is life they had to move on.

#ask #love these kinds of discussions #also thank you 🙏 for reading my long posts that makes me so happy 🥰🥰 #so many late nights my thumbs going a thousand miles an hour on my phone 😰

[matan4il]

One of the reasons I'm still 95% confident in Buddie Canon is Ryan's acting choices. And I don't think they are just gonna be surprised one day like by the way here's next week's script you guys become a couple. I think since at least S3 they were given a heads up at least a bit. Also as someone who knows of shows where actors intentionally tried to get another LI by switching up the chemistry with other characters--- if Ryan didn't want to go that way he definitely could have sold Anna better. Not sure if that makes sense??

But we constantly for 3 seasons have gotten his subtle nods and sometimes I think we just don't appreciate it as much as we should. Ryan's portrayal of Eddie has definitely morphed into how petty he can be in the funnest way possible. With Buck its in the cute way he teases him, it reminds me of a boy pulling a girl's pony tale. With Taylor it's that subtle cattiness he adds to it and I love it.

I just really don't think Ryan would lean into it much if he wasn't given direction and wasn't aware where it was going.

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for the ask!

Oh, for sure there’s no other satisfying outcome for either Buck, Eddie OR Chris. That kid also deserves to have these morons working it out and getting together. Without a doubt, the possibility of canon Buddie has been talked about. I think Ryan mentioned back in s2 that he and Oliver talked about this and showed each other Buddie edits, Tim also mentioned discussing this in the writers room, JLH also came out strongly for Buddie during s3, so if it happens, it will hardly be a surprise to anyone.

TBH, I wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out Ryan and Oli have always been making acting choices with Buddie in mind. They indicated early on that they’d be on board with it, which is the most any actors can say in those cases where the execs hadn’t come out and stated anything concrete. I get what you’re saying about switching up the chemistry and it def happens on some shows. IDK about Ana, because if Ryan was explicitly told to sell awkwardness with her, I don’t think he would have gone against orders, but I do believe that between those early statements and also that one interview in s3 ahead of the finale where Ryan was basically, “Abby who? Abby’s been replaced with Eddie!” that this is exactly what Ryan would prefer as long as it’s up to him.

I think Ryan and Oliver both give performances where it’s evident that their characters couldn’t be more in love with each other. Every facial expression, every glance, every show of fondness and joy and contentment just to be together, even the way they’re physically so in sync on calls, but only with each other, we haven’t seen them portraying their characters being that in tune, that comfortable, that teasing, that happy around anyone else on or off the job... 

IDK if that means they were given directions on this, though I do think in s2 the show def deliberately wanted to set things up for canon Buddie being an option at some point, and I am as sure as I can be without any confirmation that if it were up to Ryan and Oliver, Buddie would be canon. Did I mention they freaking named our ship?

Thank you again, lovely! I hope you have a great day! xoxox

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Ian was nodding before he could form the words even in his brain. He had a grandson, and a great granddaughter. And he’d had no idea until now. But that didn’t stop him from reaching out to take the offer. Benjamin wouldn’t have told him, or asked him to hold Olie if he didn’t want him around, right? Olie squirmed in his arms, but she didn’t seem upset about a stranger holding her. Just stared up at him with her big bright eyes, a hand going to her mouth while the other reached up to pat his face. Ian let out a soft laugh, very gently brushing a finger against her cheek. It was so soft and smooth and incredibly hard to believe all of this was real.

“....How?” Ian finally managed to eek out, the tears of joy in his eyes breaking from their confines and trailing down his cheeks.

“Hm?” Benjamin voiced before awkwardly scratching his cheek with a finger. “Uhhh, aside from the biology lesson, I’m not sure what you mean,” he admitted, making a mild joke. He was pretty sure Ian knew how humans were made. 

Ian gave a small snicker at the joke, and shook his head. “I mean, how did she hide it?” he clarified, the smile fading for a moment. “I… I had no idea….”

“Oh…,” Benjamin hummed, gaining a sympathetic smile. “She apparently ran off with one of her exes after breaking it off with you from what I hear. And then claimed the pregnancy was from him, which motivated them to get married. I’m pretty sure she knew beforehand, and just manipulated him.”

The explanation made sense, but it earned a morose response from Ian. The comments Midas had made before coming back to his mind. He’d always known Clara wasn’t the most well liked by everyone, but he had never thought to blame her for it. It had just been a bad mix of personalities, or unfortunate circumstances. Things that couldn’t be helped, and just needed a little patience to deal with. But… maybe he’d been wrong.

“Hey, we’re going to go get cleaned up. Why don’t you go catch up with your family while we do so?” Whip’s voice suddenly brought Ian back to being actively aware he and Midas were still there.

It wasn’t hard for Ian to notice Whip expertly hiding Midas behind him while nudging Ian towards the others. A two in one action. Get Ian to get to know his apparent family, but also get them away from Midas. Looked like the boy was having a hard time, for reasons Ian didn’t quite understand. Whip was going to take care of it though, so Ian just nodded. “Yeah, okay.” This time Whip could lead them, and Ian turned to follow his grandchildren to the dining room.

“Don’t take too long, or dinner will get cold,” Clipo beckoned, trying to maintain a welcoming atmosphere.

They were a nice family, but they didn’t seem to know how to deal with the extra people there. Which was fine, and to Whip’s benefit as he led Midas to the nearest bathroom. Hopefully being in a confined space didn’t make it worse, but right now he didn’t think it was a good idea to expose him to the watching eyes of nosy neighbors. Or the security he knew was monitoring every move in the outdoors.

Closing the door softly behind them, Whip semi roughly directed Midas to sit on the edge of the bathtub - wow it had been a long time since he’d seen one - and watched Midas’ eyes flit around the room in half aware analysis. He was looking for danger, Whip realized. A dictionary brain accounting for everything in the room, what it was made of, its purpose, and if it could hurt him. A reaction that made Whip purse his lips as he kneeled down in front of Midas, keeping his hands on his shoulders.

“Midas… Show me what you’re seeing,” Whip requested, his voice calm yet firm. He didn’t want to scare Midas, but he wanted him to know it was important. Something was wrong. Midas was reacting to such casual things with so much more anxiety than Whip thought he should have expected. He knew Midas didn’t like Cerah, but he didn’t think just being in places that weren’t broken would send him into such a panic. And it would be easier to understand if he just saw what Midas was experiencing. Or, possibly recounting. “Show me your memory.”

“I don’t… What memory? I don’t have any…,” Midas muttered, eyes flicking around at anything that he didn’t recognize, that moved, that he thought moved, that was just familiar yet different. Everything screamed danger at him, but logically couldn’t hurt him.

“The one from Cerah. When you first woke up. Your first memory,” Whip insisted, squeezing Midas’ arm just a little more firmly, but not enough to hurt him. Midas’ eyes snapped to him now, and barely stayed there while his mouth tried to find words to his thoughts. “I want to help you so it doesn’t affect you as much. You’re panicking, and it’s not that dangerous here,” Whip continued, trying to reassure him without forcing him to vocalize.

Midas’ eyes were a little more steady now, the prospect of not having such an overwhelming, gut wrenching reaction to anything there was appealing. But he still had a concern, eventually shifting his eyes deliberately to the closed door. Where an intruder could burst in at any time.

“I’ll keep you safe. I’m good at this, remember?” Whip assured, giving a small smile. He didn’t think Ian would let anything happen to them, but he wasn’t going to discredit Midas’ worry.

Midas gave him a skeptical look.

“Trust me,” Whip insisted, giving Midas’ vibrating shoulders a little squeeze.

Midas gave a tiny whimper, and curled his arms closer to himself. He felt trapped. Pressing his lips together in a frown and guilt making him feel like bile had risen to his throat because he couldn’t follow what Whip requested. He just couldn’t shut down the world around him and completely trust Whip yet. Not because he had anything against Whip, but because he didn’t trust anyone to that level yet.

At least Whip could understand that, even if it just made him even more worried. How long had it been since he’d scooped Midas up after cutting his leg out of a young molerillo’s mouth? It had to have been more than a year, and it wasn’t like they had avoided each other completely during that time. Still, it could be that it wasn’t Midas’ fault for being so distrusting, and Whip wanted to know for sure. If it was too hard for Midas to speak about it, then there was merit to trying to get him to just show him. “... Take a leap of faith then?”

Midas’ breath hitched at that request, and he seemed to consider that. Trust was earned. But faith was given. Faith was shaky, and didn’t ask for more proof than the belief that it was true. And… he wanted to believe that Whip cared for him. That he wouldn’t let any harm come to him. Not unless he couldn’t foresee it coming, and not without trying to prevent it first.

Exhaling a shaky breath that vibrated his form, Midas nodded carefully. Alright. He could show him. He wasn’t all that scared of the memory anyway. At least he didn’t feel he was. He could remember it just fine. It just made it hard to be in these sorts of places because he expected other people to be like they were. Rude, unlistening, coarse, abrasive… violent- no, he couldn’t think about that…. Oh…. Oh… that’s what Whip meant. Somewhere in the base of Midas’ data crowded mind he realized that was a bad thing. Avoiding a memory, or part of a memory, was bad. That explained it. And with a slow breath Midas leaned forward to lightly bonk his head against Whip’s forehead.

Grinning briefly, Whip adjusted to a more stable position and lowered his hands to rest on Midas’ arms, hoping he didn’t feel restrained that way. He had to smile sadly at the way Midas’ hands shook, and looked at them quietly before closing his own eyes.

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hhhhhhhhggggggggg I had this drawn but I was just bashing my head against the writing trying to get it to work and then my work got crazy busy and made it harder to focus and take even longer |DD

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