#sorry the next one of these will probably be about one piece netflix. i will be watching

[bunbunbillion]

not sure if i already did this before here, but consider this a formal introduction to the transfer of my twitter media thread to tumblr. and im starting it with a really special one!!!

Tonight............. i finished Super Lesbian Animal RPG by Bobby Schroeder (@ponett / @slarpg) with my friends. I shared the experience with two who had played the game already, and another who was as blind as me.

i will say without going into at all, but if you are a gay furry (especially trans) and love stuff like sonic, or MLP:FiM, or just gay fantasy in general, go play this game. It's REALLY GOOD! going in blind was a treat. That being said, here's my thots.................. theres a LOT!!!!!

i didn't actually find out about SLARPG until i began reading the sonic archie comics a year or so back. i needed a reading order and by GOD did I find one. not to start this post about slarpg with a ramble about sonic archie, but it was genuinely such a great read, and all the stuff on Thanks, Ken Penders ( @thankskenpenders ), made it all the more enjoyable! that ASIDE it's also how i saw the author of the blog, who i realized i was following already for awhile, was making her own game! and one so shamelessly gay and furry as well! i was INSTANTLY interested...

after the game came out, it took me awhile to get around to it. it wasn't until someone very close to me got really into it that i decided i'd commit the time. it took 20 hours of gay activity, but i started it having silly fun voice acting a bunch of animals with my friends, and ended with tears in my eyes and love in my heart.

the game is written in a way that just gels perfectly with me. everything is both very casual feeling, but also genuine. it's never really ashamed of what it is, and that's all i can ask for from a game with a name like Super Lesbian Animal RPG.

The characters are easily the highlight of the game, never once feeling like simple cutouts or stereotypes. Everyone is just a delight to read. My favorites were easily Melody, Allison, and the man himself Javis. Being a gay ADHD filled bunny with a love for hitting things with sticks and hammers, Allison especially spoke to me.

The world of SLARPG is only seen through a small vertical slice, with the vastness left to your mind, which works very well in its favor. Slowly as you explore the areas your presented, you learn more and more about the world just through your own intuition. Discover the races that live on the planet, where the characters all came from to get here, the power structures put into place, how magic has effected such a modernized world. It makes you want to learn so much more, really. I found myself really interested in the vague lore we get of the supposed Gods that make up the powers of the world, which I hope can be further expanded on one day.

As a Video Game(tm), id say it does exactly what it sets out to do. I'm an RPG Girl, i love Figuring Shit Out in them. I play them headfirst and love to make strategies for silly bosses especially. SLARPG is a RPGM VX Ace game that doesn't exactly do anything CRAZY, as much as it does use its platform incredibly well. It is a SOLID RPG, it sets out to have a concise and simple battle system, with a lot of fun tools to play with. Even if I recognize all the scripts being used, how they get used always felt great. There were very few slipups in the way the game was put together when i played too, which as an RPGM dev, is always impressive to see. I think my only point of contention while playing was the random encounters getting a bit monotonous near the final stretch of the game, and the bosses being a bit too easy for my liking, but otherwise, mwah great rpg!!

one of the BIGGEST highlights, outside of the writing, is the amazing art, and i really mean it!! EVERY character has an amazingly cute character portrait, and every single sprite is so full of life! the backgrounds/tilesets tend to take the cake though, some of the best I've seen in a game like this personally. The dungeons are incredibly visually striking, and every single character design sticks in my head as memorable. MAJOR props to Javis and all his boys too. god bless those freaks.

and finally, i can talk about the writing in specific. it is... special. and i mean that in the best way i can. the story is pretty simple. Melody Amaranth and her girlfriend Allison Goleta join their friends guild to go on adventures, and are granted magic by their mage using a forbidden ritual. From there, hijinks ensue, involving a sociopathic VHS headed cipher-like individual, the worlds most jerkish butch, and a proclaimed Goddess of Magic coming for YOU!!! Despite all that though, the story to me felt focused much more on the relationship between the protagonists. Especially Melody and Allison.

I'm not sure how much I could go into specifics from memory alone, but it is... really good, what they do with the two main girls. Exploring the ways relationships blossom and mend. It's never all drama, nor is it all flowers. It's very real feeling. I connected to it a lot, in ways I never thought I could. Recently, I've been re-exploring my sexuality, what I want in romance, if I can even FEEL romance. This game helped a lot. It helped me be a lot more honest about my feelings, and let myself open up a lot more.

It wasn't just Melody and Allison either, there's multiple other great relationships in the games story. They're ALL adorable, and ALL amazingly written. We see a perfect mix of childhood love, new love, and trained love, each one shown with both strain, and triumph. As a girl who longingly read countless yuri manga and scoured plenty of garbage yuri anime as a kid desperately looking for something I could see myself in... and then this game comes along not only with that amazing representation, but two of the main characters are like VOCALLY transgender!! they don't play around SHTI!! This game is like a cup of cold, refreshing, root beer. god BLESS!!!!!

im about done rambling now though. if you got this far reading and still havent played slarp, WHATRE U WAITING FOR!!! GO KISS SOME GIRLS!!! GOD BLESS!!!!!!!

ADDENDUM: THE MUSIC FUCKS HARD AND CRAZY STYLE I ALMOST FORGOT EVEN AS THE TUNES PLAY IN MY HEAD!! THIS SHIT IS SOME REAL VGM CLASSICS OF ALL TIME

#bunny media bin #one of many to come #please play this game #sorry the next one of these will probably be about one piece netflix. i will be watching

[nonotnolan]

Summer Break Dullahans

I can’t say that I was expecting to respond to somebody’s cry for help at three in the afternoon.  The student dorms were already pretty empty, since only one of the three buildings would be open for summer classes, and most people were at home until the summer semester officially started.  So when I heard a faint cry of “Can anybody hear me?  I need help!” it was easy for me to believe that the guy had been yelling in vain for quite awhile.  I wasn’t sure what I expected-- a Freshman who managed to get pinned between the bed and the wall, maybe?  I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see Ben’s detached head sitting on a couch pillow.

No wonder he was yelling for help, he was literally just a head!  I walked over and picked him up off the couch, grabbing him on either side of his ears.  I thought for sure this was just an optical illusion somehow, but... no, I was holding his entire head in my hands.  “Put me down, jackass,” he shouted, trying and failing to wiggle out of my grip.  “I don’t need help from you.”

I wasn’t expecting to feel the muscles in his jaw move as he spoke, and I’m a bit ashamed to admit I actually dropped him in surprise.  He landed on the couch, at least, but it couldn’t have felt good to land nose-first from that far up.  “I’m so sorry, Ben,” I said, as I rotated him back to an upright position.  “What happened to you, anyway?”

“You know damn well what happened-- your fucking roommate happened, that’s what,” he said, glaring at me.  “I was just watching some Netflix when Grant barges into my room with a goddamn sword.  Next thing I know I’m stuck on the couch, and he’s taking away my headless body!  He already told me about your plan to steal bodies away from other guys, don’t you fucking dare pretend to feel bad.”  Well, that was news to me, but Ben refused to believe a word I said.  Not knowing what else to do, I turned on the TV on for him, and leaved the door open so that the next person might be able to find him a bit easier.  

Pulling out my phone, I discovered that I’d missed a few text messages from Grant.  He said he was waiting for me downstairs in the parking garage with a surprise that I’d have to see to believe.  Which... yeah, if I hadn’t managed to stumble across Ben’s detached head, I don’t think that I ever would have expected to see a muscular Grant.  He was a great roommate and all, but the dude was maybe 120 pounds on a good day.  Given that I was easily twice his weight, the two of us definitely had a weird dynamic going.

Or, we used to, at any rate.  The new Grant was almost certainly a lot more muscular than he had ever been before in his entire life.  It was hard to imagine the guy who stayed up every night with me to grind rank in League of Legends being able to earn a physique like that.  And there was something about seeing his pale head resting on top of Ben’s tanned body that was just far too comical.

“What, is that the only reaction I’m going to get?” he asked, frowning slightly.  “Fuckin’ look at me, bro.  I’m like some sort of Alpha Male now.  You wish you could be a man like me!”  He started flexing his arms, causing veins to appear in places I didn’t even know they existed.  “It’s okay to be jealous, Eric.  You don’t gotta act so modest on my account.  I know you’re gay, it’s okay if you suddenly want a piece of this.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Sorry if you were expecting me to be completely losing it right now,” I said.  “I already ran into Ben upstairs, and he told me... well, what’s left of him told me about what you did.  Nice sword, by the way.”

“Well, fuck,” he said, letting his shoulders drop.  There was something about seeing him stand there, slouched over, that made him look so much more like the real Grant.  “Probably should have slapped his head onto my old body before leaving.  I guess on the plus side, I won’t have to work very hard to convince you that this sword is magic somehow.  And anyway, I still have another surprise up my sleeve.”  He snapped his fingers, and gestured toward a figure who had been standing off in the shadows.  Well, most of a figure, at any rate.  A headless body, absolutely stacked with muscles, stepped forward into the lights.

“Did you... is that for me?” I asked, trying to make sense of the surge of emotions I felt.  Desire.  Longing.  Lust.  Holy hell, I wanted that body to be mine.  The shoulders, the pecs, the abs... healthy, vibrant, everything that my current pale and flabby body could never be.  Not without more work than I would ever be willing to do.  A primal, animalistic Need.  And, if I had to be honest, a slight amount of guilt.  I’d already saw what Grant had done to Ben.  If I made this body mine, I would be stealing it from someone else.

I was utterly entranced.  I found myself tracing the ridges of its chest with my fingers, my head utterly swimming in hormones as my manhood rose to its paltry four inches underneath my cargo shorts.  “Grant, who did... where did you find him?”

“Nuh-uh,” Grant said, shaking his head at me.  “I know you, Eric.  You think too much.  If I tell you his name, you’re gonna feel bad and you’re gonna try to make it up to him.  Fuck that shit.  This is all or nothing.  You want this body, you don’t get to know whose it was.”

He knew me far too well.  I looked back and forth between Grant and the headless muscle hunk that he had procured for me.  Did I want it that badly?  Would I be able to live with myself afterward?  My head tried to argue ethics, but my heart already knew my answer.  

I dropped down onto my knees, giving Grant easier access to my neck.  He lifted the sword up high into the air, striking down with a massive swing.  I felt a sudden lurch as I fell several feet to the ground.  I tried to use my arms to prevent myself from hitting the ground, only I didn’t have arms anymore-- my old body was completely unresponsive.

“Hey, wanna know what your new body is gonna smell like?”  I tried to protest, but I was unable to stop Grant from lifting up my new body’s arm and shoving my head right into its armpit.  The coarse hair brushed up against my nose and lips as the sweaty musk filled my nostrils.  “Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he said, laughing at me.  I wanted to be mad, but... he was absolutely right.

“Just shut up and attach my head,” I said, trying not to let him know how much it was turning me on.  If I didn’t have an armpit fetish before, I did now.  Grant lowered my head into place, and suddenly I had full control over my new, muscular body.

I practically sprinted back inside to find a bathroom with a good mirror.  Can you blame me?  You could still see the difference between my head’s pale skin and my body’s bronze tan, but I think maybe a lot of people would  just assume that I had used tanning spray.  Hell, for all I know, my prior body really had used a tanning spray.

A few months from now, the rest of my friends would return from summer break, and I would have to try and convince everyone that I had gained this body naturally.  No one would ever believe that I had lost 100 pounds at the same time that my roommate gained 100 pounds.  Although... if Grant was planning to keep the sword, maybe he would be willing to hook up my friends with a new body as well?

#male body theft #nerd to jock #male body transformation #muscle jock #nerd #selfish magic #headless male #detachable head #headless #detachment #natural body magic #dullahans

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 7 - Let me take care of you.

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki freaks out and realizes how much he cares about his girlfriend. Someone blurts out the “L” word.

Warnings: Swear words, suggestive, mentions of being “in the mood”.

First Chapter Master List

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“Jesus fucking christ, Y/N.” Katsuki kneels in front of you in a matter of milliseconds. “Baby, talk to me, are you with me?” He strokes your cheek, trying to make you look at him, which you do right away. On any other day you would be so happy hearing Katsuki call you by a pet name, but today is not a normal day. Also, you would probably be freaked out much more if this numb feeling wouldn’t be so familiar to you; you’ve been in this condition for a really long time and to be absolutely honest, this is nothing compared to the first few days after your injury, which is definitely a good sign.

“My mind is okay. I’m here, love.” You connect your foreheads together with a loud thud. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it this hard.” You sigh, but Katsuki ignores you completely; his breathing is uneven and his hand on your cheeks is shaking violently. Fuck, this needs to be so fucking scary for an outsider… “I’m okay. I’m sorry. For everything.”

“I don’t fucking care, just tell me what to do.”

You’ve never heard Katsuki speak so softly before; his voice wavers by the end of the sentence and he’s clearly worried about the whole situation. “And if you say you want me to take you home the answer is no.”

The shivering finally stops and while your movement is still terribly slow, you can finally manage to breathe properly.

“You still up for that movie? I’m not tired yet.” You smile at the blonde.

“Have you had dinner yet?” Katsuki asks and by the judging look in his eyes, he already knows the answer. “Thought so. Don’t move!” Katsuki threatens with his finger in the air and you can’t help but laugh.

“I can’t even if I want to.”

Katsuki clearly doesn’t appreciate your joke but makes his way to the kitchen anyway; in a few minutes, he comes back with a bunch of finger food; French fries, crispy vegetable chips , hash browns and fried mozzarella sticks. There’s also a massive selection of dips; from mild ketchup to hot sauce, there is everything.

“Call me a fucking psychic, because I wanted us to have proper dinner but then I decided to make this instead.”

“I can’t believe you made such an unhealthy food just for me. I must be really loved in this household.” You giggle as you try to take a piece, but it falls down into your lap just as you were about to take a bite. Katsuki, the fucking traitor, laughs.

“Jesus, can you not wait? Also, I have an air fryer.” Katsuki looks at you like it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“Of course you do, Katsuki. Silly me.” You roll your eyes with a fond smile on your face.

“You judging me?” He yells offendedly and you have a really strong urge to tell him how much you love his random tantrums but from all the opportunities you had to tell him that, this is probably the worst one to take. “Let’s eat while we watch a movie then I need to make a few phone calls.” He plops down on the sofa next to you, putting the tray onto his lap while he chooses a random movie on Netflix. Katsuki dips the first mozzarella stick into the mildest dip, even though he’s more than aware that you are a big lover of hot sauces and moves towards you in a silent offer. You bite the half of it and he pops the rest into his own mouth and it’s the most domestic thing you’ve ever seen; it also doesn’t feel like you are being fed because you are weak but more like you are being fed in a romantic way during a movie date which you definitely appreciate. When the movie is done and the food is gone, Katsuki gives you a small kiss on your forehead and takes his phone into his hands; your head is resting on his shoulder while he fumbles through his surprisingly short contact list and clicks “call.”

~•💥•~

“Oi, nerd! I need you to help out Kirishima with agency shit this week.” Katsuki grumbles into his phone, annoyed.

Okay, he is a little bit freaked out; seeing his girlfriend in such a terrible state wasn’t on his relationship bucket list. Funnily enough, he doesn’t feel annoyance towards the whole situation; the old Katsuki would have told her to fuck off because he doesn’t need this kind of shit in his life but seeing his partner in such a vulnerable state really made him want to take care of her as much as he can; most people would not trust Katsuki enough to come over to him when shit like that can happen to them, but Y/N knows Katsuki wouldn’t use this as an opportunity to take a piss out of her and that means a lot to his grumpy little ass.

“Oh? Kacchan, are you hurt? Is everything okay?” The nerd mumbles and honestly… Katsuki still thinks Deku is the most annoying creature in the whole world and he has a pet pigeon on his balcony.

“The Menace decided to die on my couch and it can take a whole week for her to come back to life so I’m gonna take care of her and shit.”

“What do you mean by that? Is she hurt? Why is she in your flat? Kacchan?!”

One day, Katsuki will torture this fuck to death and he will enjoy every single moment of it. Today is not that day though.

“Medical issues, her doctor knows, it’s all safe, shut the fuck up. She’s on my fucking couch because she’s my fucking girlfriend and we were supposed to have a movie night. Are we done with the interrogation?!” Katsuki yells but Deku doesn’t sound scared at all.

“Oh my god, Kacchan, I’m so happy you guys sorted it out already! Shou actually smiled! We need to go on a double date!!” Midoriya yells excitedly. Double date?!

“Are you finally fucking the half and half bastard?”

“It’s the other way around, mostly.” Shouto adds helpfully and Katsuki doesn’t need to see Deku’s face to know he’s about to combust from embarrassment. Brownie points to Shouto for that.

“Oh my god, Shou, read the room!” Deku whines.

“But he asked…”

“No!!!”

Katsuki can’t help but laugh.

“Well, thank you for the information and thanks for the help and shit, bye.” Katsuki ends the call right away to send another message to Kirishima to come over before he looks at the Menace.

The Menace is sprawled out on Katsuki’s sofa, clearly comfortable despite her condition and for some weird ass reason that sight makes him really soft. Feelings are fucking weird. Honestly, what the fuck.

“Deku and half and half are fucking. Shouto is on top.” Katsuki grumbles to his girlfriend who starts laughing like a maniac, which is extremely funny to watch because she can’t move her hands quick enough so she looks like a fish flapping on the ground in a slow motion. Fuck, she’s fucking precious.

One more call to go. Katsuki isn’t too happy about this one, but it’s this or his mother. He’s really not in the mood for his mother right now, and knowing her she would move in for the rest of the week to take care of “her family” and Katsuki kinda want to have the Menace for himself.

“Raccoon eyes.” Katsuki grumbles into the phone. “I hate this, but I need your help.”

“Oh my god, I’m all ears, honeybun!”

“Call me honeybun ever again and I’ll blow you back to your mother’s vagina.” Katsuki retorts angrily and that was apparently really funny because Y/N and Mina both started to laugh. “I need you to get me a week worth of basic necessities for my woman. She has a medical issue and can’t leave and I have no idea about girly shit. We need underwear, socks and I dunno, skincare products? Whatever, just get me whatever, I’ll pay.”

“You don’t need to pay for it. I can give you my keys to get my own…” Y/N jumps into the conversation.

“I ain’t gonna go through your underwear.” Katsuki grumbles and Y/N rolls her pretty fucking eyes.

“You literally touched my underwear a few days ago…”

“Oi, shut up!” Katsuki yells with a red face. Mina giggles.

“TMI, babe. Okay, I’ll be there around 9ish with all the stuff I can get. Most of the stores are closed by now but don’t worry, I have some great connections! BRB, bye!” The call cuts off and Katsuki sighs.

“Do you need to go to the toilet or something? You need to fucking talk to me. Don’t go all shy on me now.”

“I just really want to kiss you right now, Katsuki.” The Menace smiles and Katsuki’s heart leaps in his chest.

Fuck, when did he become such a sap?! When?!

“Are you sure you are capable of that in your condition?” Katsuki teases and honestly, it was worth it for the angry pout on her girlfriend’s face. “Okay, one kiss. That’s it.”

Well… He says that, but it’s not going to one kiss, let’s be honest. It’s never one kiss with this bloody woman.

Katsuki jumps on top of Y/N, making sure he’s not putting his full weight on her by accident and puts his lips on hers; she might not be able to touch Katsuki in her current condition but she makes sure her feelings are loud and clear as she deepens the kiss almost right away, her arms helplessly flapping next to her. Katsuki takes her hand and puts it in his hair; he uses his own fingers to help her grab into it, and fuck if it wasn’t worth it for the tiny whimper that comes out of her mouth. Katsuki can feel how content and happy the Menace is and the feeling is so foreign for him he’s not sure what to do with it; it’s so extremely hard for him to understand how can the Menace be so happy in his arms, he’s definitely not worth it, yet she makes him feel like he’s the best thing in the world and Katsuki starts to believe that maybe, he actually is the best thing in the world for Y/N. He really wants to blurt out a sneaky “I love you” but this is probably a terrible time to do that; what if she doesn’t feel the same and the whole week will be awkward after? What if Katsuki looses his shit when he gets rejected? So Katsuki decides to speak his truth with his tongue instead, he puts all his feelings into the action and Y/N can’t help the small whimpers coming out of her mouth, the noise constant as Katsuki keeps massaging her tongue with his own. He’s so motherfucking happy right now it’s actually ridiculous. He can’t get enough of all these noises and the feeling of Y/N’s hand in his hair and he hates how much he misses her aggressive hair grab right now, how much he wants to go back in time and let Y/N touch him however she wants, he wants to be touched so much it actually pains him…

“Hey, why are you angry?” Y/N speaks up between two heated kisses.

“Am I?” Katsuki asks, utterly confused. He genuinely didn’t realize he’s being… aggressive? Is he? Oh my god, he went too far, isn’t he?!

“You are overthinking.” Y/N smiles and Katsuki feels like weight has been lifted off his chest. “You weren’t aggressive per se, just… your movements were a bit… on edge. It’s more like a feeling than something you’ve actually done, if that makes any sense.” She says and Katsuki falls in love all over again.

“You know me better than I know myself, what the fuck.” Katsuki goes back for a light kiss. “I was getting frustrated because you can’t touch me. I think.” He admits with a slight blush on his face, which he tries to hide by snuggling into his girlfriend’s neck.

“I know what you mean, I feel the same.” Y/N sighs. “Maybe we should just stick with the cuddles for now. My body is numb and I hate how I can’t feel you properly.” Y/N smiles sadly. “I miss you, even though you are right here. And I can’t do anything about it. Katsuki I…” Y/N whimpers and Katsuki finally looses his shit.

“I love you.” He jumps into Y/N’s sentence.

Well… shit.

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“I love you.” Katsuki says with a straight face while staring right into your eyes.

There is a lot of things going on in your body right now; you feel like you are falling again, but for a completely different reason, your heart definitely just beat out of rhythm and you swear you got dizzy for a second. You never thought Katsuki’s going to be first one to say this and fuck how much you hate being disabled right now.

“Fuck’s sake Katsuki I hate this stupid fucking sickness right now.” You yell, completely frustrated. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for so fucking long, Goddammit! And now I can’t even straddle you and kiss you senseless. I had it all planned out in my head!” Katsuki looks at you with massive eyes, his mouth twitching from trying to not smile. “Don’t you fucking dare laughing at me!” You threaten, but it sounds weak and whiny.

“I know you said no kissing but I’ll fucking kiss you right now, even if you hate it.” Katsuki murmurs in a deep voice and oh you wish to be able to feel anything right now because you are quite sure that sentence went right between your legs.

“For the love of god, please.” You whine and thankfully, Katsuki doesn’t wait around for long to kiss you deeply, again.

Katsuki’s kisses are something else, even in this condition. It’s scorching hot and so full of emotions, especially now, and somehow, probably out of pure rage, you somehow manage to move your arms enough to touch his side under his shirt, and the sound he made at the contact was worth your hard work; he made a low grumble at the sudden touch, the sound almost animalistic, and just as your hand is about to plop back down, he catches it and puts it back on his abs, letting you map out his six pack with the help of his own hands, tiny whimpers leaving his mouth as you try your best to feel around.

“I love you too, by the way.” You mumble between two heated kisses and Katsuki answers with a tiny bite on your lower lip and you can’t help the loud moan escaping your mouth.

It is just your luck that someone chooses this moment to barge in through the main door.

“Hello…ooo…?!” The girls voice changes from relatively loud to a high pitched whine as she takes in the view in front of her. Katsuki jumps off you and ends up on the floor with a loud thud. You can’t help but laugh. “Bakubro, you can’t keep your hands to yourself, can ya’?” Mina teases and it doesn’t take Katsuki long to make his first explosion towards the pink girl.

“Learn to knock, you fucking cavewoman.” Katsuki yells, his face almost literally on fire.

“Well, sorry man, you said your girlie has a medical issue so the thought of you two fornicating on the sofa didn’t even cross my mind. She looks fine to me, though.” Pinky adds quietly, her face confused.

“I can’t move my arms and legs properly. I’m numb all over. It’s the after effect of me stopping my medication. It’s a long story.” You mumble awkwardly.

“And you let this madman devour you in this condition? Sweetie, have some respect for yourself!” Mina coos, but there is a cheeky smile on her face.

“I know he will stop if I tell him to. He’s not an idiot.”

“Thank you!” Katsuki yells, still sitting on the floor, probably trying his best to hide the tent in his pants.

“Bro, you are a lucky fuck, ain’t ya’.” Pinky sighs. “I’m Ashido Mina by the way, nice to meet you. Good job taming the beast of our friend group, all my respects to you, girlie.“ Mina barely dodges Katsuki’s sparking hands. “Calm down, Lover Boy, I’m doing you a favor, don’t I?” Mina takes her massive backpack in her hands and opens it up.

“Are we ready for my girlie-haul?” Mina grins cheekily and you swear you can see Katsuki completely paling as he looks into the backpack.

Well, this will be fun.

…Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Important information for the future, please read this! I probably won’t be able to keep up with the weekly posting for a while. If you don’t wanna miss the next chapter just ask me to put you on the taglist! Thank you! 🩷

- I am absolutely in love with this new side of Katsuki, like bro, he’s a fucking treasure, what the heck?!

- Btw the new My Hero Academia manga is out! Look how pretty it is! I keep up with the manga weekly so there is nothing new for me in it, but I bought it anyway haha

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated as always! Thank you 💥

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[karlwriting]

You lost Toji’s pay cheque

Featuring - Toji (contains spoilers)

re-blogs and likes are appreciated :))

Just fluff <3

You are in big trouble.

Toji gave you a cheque this morning before he went to work. He is in his usual tightly-fitted black t-shirt and grey sweat pants. You can never get tired of his physique. Lord his arms can just crush you.

"Just go to the bank and they know what to do, thank you kiddo. I am going now. Call me if anything happens." he gave you a kiss then headed out.

And you lost the cheque on your way to the bank.

If you remember it correctly, that cheque has 'USD$200,000' printed on it. Just thinking about it makes your whole body shivers. He never tells you how he got so much money every time, and you never bother to ask cuz you respect his privacy.

Although Toji seems to earn much, he never buys something expensive. He enjoys affordable healthy meal you two make together, staying indoors to watch documentaries on Netflix and cuddle (tho at the end you are not able to tell Netflix that you are still here cuz you are drowned in intense pleasure, Your man's stamina is no joke.)

'Shit... where did it go?' you check your bag once more, but unfortunately the miracle did not happen. Toji is out to work and probably will be back by midnight, so you got a lot of time to look around. You start searching from your shared apartment to all the places you have been today.

'Its already 9pm... should i look for few more hours? I am so tired.' You sit down on the bench to massage your legs. You went to a few police stations, the cafe you stayed this afternoon, and many places but none of them give you good news.

You feel like you about to cry cuz you lost such a huge amount of money. You bow you head down to hold your tears, suddenly you feel someone is standing next to you. You lift you head to see who it is.

"Kiddo- Wait what happened? Are you hurt? It's alright now, nothing bad will happen to you cuz I am here, come here baby." Toji immediately kneels down on one knee in front of you when he sees you are crying helplessly. He came home early today but found the apartment empty, it worries him so much that he immediately went out to look for you.

He cups your cheeks with his huge palms, gently massaging them. you want to see Toji's face but your eyes are too blurry, you can only feel the leathery skin of his palms.

This man fears nothing in this world, except your tears. He doesn’t fear how the Zenin family treated him before he met you, but seeing you cry is unbearable. He pulls you close to hug you tightly, left hand stroking you spine like you are a baby. A smell of sandalwood goes into your nose.

"Sorry I came late." He kisses the corner of your eyes, heart almost broken feeling your upper body shaking.

‘Did some bastards hurt you?’ A huge wave of rage fills his heart.

'I'll torture those bastards in the most terrific way possible.' Torturing someone is a piece of cake to him, he even kills people without feeling any sense of immorality. But he never lets you know.

"Toji I lost the cheque on my way to the bank… I am sorry." You spoke with few hiccups as you feel better in his arms.

"Mhm, is it the only reason you are crying? Please tell me you are not hurt." He didn't stop stroking you spine.

"No I am not, but I lost the cheque-'

"Don't mind the cheque, money means nothing to me when I've got you. Now let’s go home, shall we?” He turns around and gestures you to climb on his back, he is gonna carry you home. He gets up carefully to make sure you are holding on tight.

“Aren’t you curious of how i got this much money?” He asked on the way home. His muscular back feels amazing to lie on, it’s like you will never get hurt when this man is around you.

“You will tell me when you want to, everyone got secrets.”

‘That’s why you are so special to me.’ Toji knows he is not a person who expresses himself openly. But to you, he will try.

On the way home, Toji tells you how bad he was treated in the Zenin family. He never got financial support, even got locked up in a room full of curses. After becoming an adult, he earned a lot with his ability but he never found true happiness. Before he met you, he spent all his money in a speed of light cuz he was gonna earn them back anyways.

“Then here you are, a kiddo who suddenly runs into my life. You make me want to plan my future - a future that i am not alone. I start to enjoy simple things, i even developed a daily or weekly routine with you which i never thought of. So what’s so important with money if my baby is not happy?”

Toji feels surprised that he actually opens up to someone, and it feels good. He decides to tell you about his job someday, he needs time.

“I won’t let that happen again, i promise.” Your eyes become watery again.

“I have a method to prevent this from happening again.” Toji smirks.

“And what’s that?”

“Punishment.”

Seems you get into a real trouble this time.

#jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji #toji fushiguro #toji fluff #jjk x reader #daddy toji #toji x y/n #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji zenin

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Introduction? Introduction.

I figured that now I am getting more connected to some of you here, it's time to be a little less anonymous. I am ready to overshare.

My name is Sanne (she/her), I'm 28 and I am from/live in the Netherlands. I live with my boyfriend, who is from Lithuania, like Arnas, and the same age as him too, which simply amuses me endlessly at this point. We also have pet rats named Salem and Thor (yes, we had a Loki too).

I love movies, series, books and music. Music wise I am a metalhead at heart. I am an occultist and a pagan, and in general I love all things spooky. Our house is 24/7 in Halloween mode basically, and so am I. (If anyone from twitter is here right now who happens to follow me, you will know exactly who I am by this description lmao).

I only found TLK very, very recently. I am usually not a fan of period pieces, but one evening I was bored and this popped up on Netflix and I decided to give it a go. Many factors made me fall in love with the show and I binged it within two weeks, only a few weeks before the movie got released. It became a part of my life real quick.

A little fun fact: I was diagnosed with adhd only last year (fuck my life, right?) so it is easy for me to completely get lost into one thing. However, I know when something is going to stick with me and when something is just a quick hyperfixation.

And TLK? My dudes, it's a keeper.

Because of my adhd it is very hard for me to stay focused on something for a long time without getting distracted. The fact that I was able to binge this show with no interruption is insane to me. I started reading the books shortly after (I am currently reading the 4th book) and as much as I love reading: it is not easy for me either. The amount of half read books I have is something I will never tell. But I swear (on Thor's hammer) this whole series is made for people with adhd, because I have never read books so fast, so easily.

And I know it's impossible to tell, but my fave character is Sihtric. Why? I am not sure, it just happened.

I have never been into fanfics, but I was so eager to read more of him (and other characters) that I found myself searching for fics. But I was a little surprised by how "limited" results popped up, so here I am, doing god's work (just kidding). I am on sick leave for several reasons, and these lil fics give me some purpose during the day and keep me from bad habits, I've noticed, so I am just having fun here. I have no experience writing fics, I only write poetry, so to see nice and loving comments about my fics has been quite overwhelming and heartwarming!

Look at me, oversharing. Is anyone still reading this? Probably not.

Anyway...

I was lucky my bank account less lucky to see that Arnas, Mark, Alexander and Timothy will attend a comic con in Germany next week. I told myself not to go due to the finances, but with some luck (fate, perhaps?) I found out last week that I could make it. Alas, I got my tickets. For now I only have tickets secured for Arnas, but I will get a duo op with Mark and Arnas asap (because: faves).

I would love to meet Alexander and Timothy too, but the entire group op is just too expensive for me, unfortunately. I will travel alone and attend the con on my own and I am literally terrified. I have never been to cons alone (social anxiety has entered the chat) and the chances of getting a sensory overload and a meltdown are huge.

However, the fact that I made the decision to go there is really saying something about what this show, these characters and these people became to mean to me, in such a short period. Destiny really is all, I guess! Anyway, I have rambled for way too long. Sorry.

Feel free to introduce yourself to me!!

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Pineapple on Pizza

Summary: You meet a man with an important question in line to order your Pizza.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x gn. reader

Wordcount: 695

Rating: G

Warnings: bad flirting, fluff

Masterlist

You should have ordered in. Or ordered before you left work.

You could still just pick up a frozen pizza from the store but you were yearning for Pablo’s pizza. 

The best pizza you had ever had. Well the best pizza you had in the states. 

The best pizza you ever had was in a little restaurant in the middle of Rome back when you were studying in italy. 

It had been almost fifteen years ago and the pizza probably hadn’t even been that good but it was pizza in italy. Your mind burned the taste of the melting cheese into your brain and there was nothing you could do against it. 

The line outside the restaurant was moving slowly. 

It was monday.

Nobody wanted to cook on a monday. At least it should be against the law to do so. 

You were ready for a delicious piece of pizza, a glass of wine and your favourite soft blanket while watching an episode of whatever netflix suggested for you. 

At least you could work from home tomorrow. 

You sighed, taking another step forward when the line moved, the door still way too far away for your liking. 

“Do you like Pineapple on pizza?” 

You fought the urge to groan as you heard the question being asked by the man standing behind you. Really?

You took a deep breath, knowing you could ignore him but for some reason you felt the urge to at least take a look at the man who asked the question. 

Turning around you were ready to shoot him down when you found yourself looking into warm brown eyes. He was taller than you, wearing a suit, the tie loosened around his neck. A small sheepish smile tugged on his plush lips, his face tilted down to look at you with something that felt like suspense. Maybe a little anxiety, definitely shy. 

You had parted your lips to answer him, yet the longer you looked at him the more the words seem to be missing. You pressed your lips together, fighting the smile that was fighting itself onto your lips. 

“Is that your attempt at flirting?” you finally asked and he released a nervous chuckle, biting into his bottom lip. 

“Only if it’s working?” he asked and you couldn’t help the smile now, the corner of your lips tugging upwards. 

“No,” you said and his face fell.

“The answer to your question about pineapple on pizza,” you added with a teasing grin and his eyebrows lifted before he laughed, one of his hands coming up to rub over the back of his neck while he shook his head. 

“I deserved that,” he said and you smiled.

“Next time just introduce yourself and see where it’s going,” you winked and he nodded a little. 

“Hi, I’m Marcus,” he said, holding his hand out and you grinned before you took his hand, giving him your name. 

“Do you like Pineapple on Pizza?” you asked and he laughed. 

“I do, actually. I am thinking about ordering a tuna pizza with pineapple,” he said and you shuddered in disgust while he laughed. 

“Mean,” you pouted. 

“I’m sorry. Can I invite you for dinner as an apology?” he asked and you tilted our head as you looked at him. 

“I should add that this invitation is due immediately. I’ve seen a couple free tables inside and I would like to get to know you. And maybe show you that pineapple on pizza is not that bad.”

You smiled to yourself while you looked inside, seeing indeed a couple of empty tables. 

You shrugged.

“Why the hell not?” you asked and he chuckled. 

“Not the reaction I was aiming for, but I’ll take it,” he said and stepped out of the line. You followed him as he walked towards the door, holding it open for you. 

You smiled at him and he smiled back. 

This was not how you planned your monday to go. 

But years from now when you were asked how you and your husband met, a smile would sneak to your face, telling the tale of the man who made you love Pineapple on Pizza. 

#my fic #Marcus pike #Marcus Pike x reader #Pedro pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #drabble

[staringdownabarrel]

I've just seen the new episode of Star Trek: Discovery, Jinaal.

A lot of this episode was just middle book syndrome. There was nothing particularly offensive about it, but there's not a lot there to comment on in terms of its plot without having seen the rest of the season.

I realise this is going to be a bit of an unpopular opinion on Tumblr, but I think this is a good example of why heavily serialised shows like this should be released a season at a time. There's a lot of things that Netflix does badly, but releasing an entire season at a time is one thing it does right. I feel like if you're going to make a season basically be like a movie in ten parts, then you should let an audience watch it like that instead of forcing them to wait a week for each new episode like it's traditional television.

Captain--sorry, Commander now; he's been demoted--Rayner was interesting in this episode. I think they missed an opportunity to showcase hard cultural differences in preferred command style, though.

This episode leaned hard into a very human binary of either you're a commanding officer who maintains a professional distance from the crew or you present yourself as a captain of the people, and which you go with basically boils down to personal preference. This divide is fine for a human first officer because there are people who do prefer one or the other.

I'm not sure if this would necessarily apply to Rayner, though. He's a Kellerun, and even though he is trying to adapt to being among a mostly human crew, there could be deep-rooted cultural reasons for why he prefers being a hardass with a professional distance from those under his command. This would have been a good opportunity for Discovery to show its crew adapting to some new alien ways. Instead, they've decided to go the route of presenting this as an issue where he's the one who has to further assimilate.

This is obviously meant to be an ongoing character arc for the season, so maybe there's going to be some follow-up where it turns out it's fine for him to be this way. I'm not entirely convinced that's going to happen, but I'm hoping it does. I think this would be a good chance for there to be a slightly alien command style shown in Discovery.

The one thing I think this episode did well was during the scenes where Burnham, Booker, and Bix (temporarily inhabiting Dr. Culber's body) were going through the canyons on Trill. When it was mentioned these canyons were a hunting ground for the local predators, I thought this was going to be a poorly done, filler-y chase sequence where they're running around trying to get the next piece of the map as they avoid the predators.

There was an element of this to it, but I think they were ultimately successful in subverting it to make it so the predators were just protecting their eggs. But the fact that this was the part of the episode where the idea of infinite diversity in infinite combinations was applied makes it even stranger that the episode chose not to apply it when Rayner is concerned. If these predators down in the canyons on Trill can be recognised to be acting in an understandable if slightly alien way, then Rayner should as well.

Yes, I know Rayner is an asshole, but he's going to be my blorbo for the season. I'll probably have more to say about him as the season progresses.

#star trek #star trek discovery #star trek dsc #discovery #dsc #rant #spoilers #jinaal

[starrrlights]

Did I mention?

Movie : descendants

Pairing : prince Ben x gn reader

Warnings :

Summary : you and Ben are going/ are on a date, and Ben does something that surprises you

A/n : for the story, it's your birthday. And if that triggers you, I'm sorry. This is a song fic and it's 'did I mention' from descendants, just pretend the song is slow or go on Spotify and do that while reading this 😃😊(this is pretty long, ngl)

You and Ben are seniors/about to graduate for the sake for the end of the story

F/c means favorite color

F/s means favorite show

F/fs means favorite flowers

…………………………….……………………....

It was a breezy spring day at Auradon. Boys and girls chatting and laughing, walking up and down the halls. The tourney team practicing for the tourney game next week on the field. Kids sneaking around, playing around and pranking each other. The sun shining brighter then ever, without a cloud in the sky. Flowers blooming and birds chirping. You thought that no day will ever be better then this. And you couldn't agree more.

You have a date today with Ben. And you are pretty excited. Cuz it's your birthday. And Ben said he had something planned for you.

'i wonder what it is?'

You thought l, walking down the halls to your locker, to pick up a few books for 4 hour science.

…

You closed your locker and flinch when you see a presents besides you. You quickly turn your head to the figure. To only find out, it's Ben.

"I'm sorry y/n, did I scare you?" Looking apologetic, he lift's his hand and rubs your shoulder.

You laugh it off. "Kinda, but it's ok. I didn't realize you were there". Smiling, you shift your hand into his and start walking over to your 4th hour class.

…

You walk in your dorm room to see doug and evie on the couch, doing a project for science, that you still had to do.

' I should probably start on that tomorrow '. You were about to head to your bed when Evie called for you.

"oh! hey y/n, happy birthday!" She says, getting up and hugging you. "Thank you". You smiled and let go. You wave bye and head to your share of your room.

(You can pick eather Doug or Evie as your roommate, Idc which one 😊)

Setting your bag down, you go to your closet to pick out an outfit for later. 'Should I go for the (f/c) or (2 f/c)?' you thought, deciding which color dress/shirt you should wear for the date later that evening.

You decided on the (f/c) on and went to change in the bathroom.

15 minutes later,(if not faster or slower) you were ready. You showered, (did or did not) styled your hair and (if you do) putted on makeup. You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, admiring yourself. (If you do that) and made sure everything was ok. (Which it was).

You got out of the bathroom and smiled brightly. You only had a half an hour before the date but you couldn't contain to yourself, you were excited. You decided to go on Netflix and watch (f/s).

(highly recommend tmnt or mlp 😃)

Time flew fast and you heard a knock at the door. You got up and opened it. Not to your surprise, it was Ben.

"hey, I got you these, happy birthday". He said, handing you 2 presents, heart shaped chocolate and a bouquet of (f/fs). You smile and you look back at Ben.

"thank you, hun". Pressing a kiss on his cheek, you walk away to set to stuff down. While very carefully, stealing a piece of chocolate from the chocolate heart shaped box.

" you know this isn't valentines day, right?" You joked, gesturing to the heart shaped box and flowers.

"everyday is valentines day when I'm with you." You cringed slightly to the cheesy remark. Ben walks over and hugs you from behind.

"happy birthday". You smile at his words.

"Thank you."

"your welcome." You two stay in silence untill Ben grabs your hand, twirling you and stopping. Kissing your cheek after words. You quietly laugh at his actions and kiss him on the lips. (ngl, I hate it when people kiss in movies)

"come on, where did you want to take me again?" You tilt your head, looking for an answer. He grins.

…

"Careful, careful, and we're here!"

Ben unfolds your blindfold, that he had put on you. You put a hand above your eyes and blink a few times to get used to the light. And when you did, the scenery was beautiful.

"wow… Ben this is beautiful, where did you find it?"

There was a small structure surrounded by water. Flowers and plants grew everywhere beautifully. Trees grew tall and flower petals fell down every breeze. (Basically mal and Ben's first date spot but better)

You amire the setting, not noticing Ben setting up a little picnic under the structure. (Idk what it's called)

Ben hugs you from behind and you slightly jump to the unexpected movement.

"sorry" he whispers, hugging you tighter.

"it's ok" you say, turning around and hugging him back. You hear soft music playing from the radio. Automatically, you rest your head on his shoulder. He kisses the side of your head. And he starts to sing with the beat of the music.

"Did I mention that I'm in love with ?"

"And did I mention there's nothing I can do"

"And did I happen to say?I dream of you everyday.But let me shout it out loud!"

"if that's okay ay ay"

"If that's okay. Hey!"

"it's okay".

"I met this girl that rocked my world like it's never been rocked"

He twirls you and dips you. Causing you to laugh.

"And now I'm living just for her and I won't never stop. I never thought that it could happen to a guy like me, but now look at what you've done. you got me down on my knees."

You stand in shock as Ben starts to slowly bend down and pull something out of his jacket pocket.

"Because my love for you is ridiculous. I never knew, That it could be like this, my love for you is ridiculous"

"My love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S"

"It's Ridiculous, Just Ridiculous!"

"And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss"

"Well did I mention that I'm in love with you, and did I mention there's nothing I can do."

"And did I happen to say? I dream of you everyday. But let me shout it out loud, if that's okay ay ay. (Yeah!) If that's okay."

"I gotta know which way to go, c'mon gimme a sign"

He pulls out a ring box and opens it up to show a beautiful engagement ring. You gasp.

"You gotta show me that you're only ever gonna be mine, don't want to go another minute livin' without you. Cause if your heart just isn't in it, I don't know what I'd do"

You start to tear up and listen to the rest of the musical number.

"Because my love for you is ridiculous. I never knew that it could be like this."

"My love for you is ridiculous, My love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!"

"It's Ridiculous! Just Ridiculous!"

"And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss, c'mon now!"

"Alright, alright, because my love for you is ridiculous, I never knew that it could be like this."

"My love for you is ridiculous. My love is R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!"

"It's Ridiculous! Just Ridiculous!"

"And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss~"

You are nearly let out a sob as he looks in your eyes and smile.

" y/n l/n, would you make me the happiest king, and marry me?"

He looked at you, hoping for an answer. But all you could make out was;

"yes".

#Spotify #x reader #gn reader #writing #fanfic #ben florian #decendants #＼(ﾟｰﾟ＼) #song fic

[emjayart]

Love Between Fairy and Devil

i know this Drama was aired back in 2022, but one thing about me is that i'd rather wait until the drama is completely aired than to wait in agony for the next episode to come and translated (that thing is no joke); i've done watching this show last month and boy was i cursed after this, i saw the cover and title on Netflix and i was like "eeehhh probably just a typical Cdrama, nothing special about it" but then i started to have doubts about my own judgement and decided to watch. oh boy i was wrong.

First, let me give my respect to the screen writers who spent 3 YEARS in writing the scripts, their efforts and hard work paid nicely <3, so does for all the visual effects team, choreograph team, etc for bringing this drama came to life so beautifully.

You can smell the strong chemistry between two leads. great casts!! standing ovation for Wang He Di for his performance!!!

ever since i started to fell in love with Cdrama i have never saw "what great power looks like" you know what i mean? like Ye Hua in TMOPB he was considered the brightest and all that, but the show did not give me any chance to actually witness his power at it's peak, same case with my beloved Hanguan Jun (though i still love him), Wei Ying (almost at a peak if it's not for him to deal with the power biting his butt back).

DongFang QingCang (dfqc) showed up with style, arrogance, domineering, invincible, confidence, that air that makes everybody even the heavenly emperor tucked their tails between their legs when he arrived at that Waterfall Hall to safe xiao lanhua, he summoned lightning and darken the sky, his voice like thunder; even when he was fighting with ChangHeng and his buddy Rong Hao. that HELLFIRE is hella sexy!! I NEVER BEEN THAT HYPED when i see a villain is about to destroy, the music, the visual effect, choreograph for DFQC is superb!! one swing of that man sends ChangHeng the God of War got beaten up like a dough, he was left unscathed, no drop of blood, stand so proudly in front of his opponents, WORTHY OF HIS TITLE, RESPECT AND FEARED. "the only person who can defeat DongFang QingCang is himself" he can easily kill xiao lanhua, but he didn't, yet he opened to the new experience.

i want to talk a lot about this complex character and his development throughout the journey which thumbs up to the Production House to be able to put his whole development as a character fantastically though i hate why you guys left us like that for the last 6 episodes, you can you that 4 more episodes to give us more!!

the are soooooo many scenes that i love, so many comedy in this drama, body swap, but the peak of the comedy is in Human Realm, when ChangHeng & DongFang QingCang became sworn brothers lmao, when DongFang QingCang crawled through dog hole (I'm dead) and so much much.

but the one that hit me the most is when DongFang QingCang mourned for xiao LanHua, guys let me tell you, i watch that episode around 10 pm and watch i think one more episode before i decided i can't take it anymore, i was bawling for hours i'm not even kidding, the fact the DongFang QingCang can't accept her death so he would rather stay in his dream if it means to be with her broke me into pieces. no Cdrama has ever done that to me, not even Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms (sorry Ye Hua and Bai Qian), i had that emotional breakdown for almost a week, i lost control over my emotional because of this show lol that i'm afraid to go out fearing i would have a breakdown in public. the effect are too strong on my emotions.

this drama is 11 out of 10!

as i said before, the only downside of the drama is how they did the story for the last 2 or 3 episode, too rushed, i wanted to see Goddess Xi Yun's devotion on nurturing DongFang QingCang's crescent moon spirit! i was so frustrated on how they end things, i want Season 2 of this drama mainly because i wanna see how great GLAZED FIRE is and i want to see that stupid heavenly emperor put to justice because honestly he does not deserved the crown!!!! never.

let's discuss in the comment on what you like and dislike and if i miss-mention something :)

#cang lan jue #xiao lanhua #dongfang qingcang #changheng #ronghao #love between fairy and devil #shuiyuntian #cangyansea #moon supreme #dylan wang #wang hedi #cdrama #chinese #fantasy #xianxia

[rumielisapublicspeaker]

ONE PIECE

So. The story so far.

YES THERE WILL BE SPOILERS

So. Firstly I would give One Piece an overall 9 as an anime. From what I've seen and heard, the show has kept up even after 20 years, thanks to the wonderful Oda, and that is very important to me as an avid watcher.

True, I never made it past episode 60 the first time I watched, I don't think, HOWEVER!!! That doesn't mean I disliked the show, I liked it a lot. I just probably have ADHD (╥_╥) which means a lot of the longer shows I want to watch get put down by accident because a new shiny show comes out that I want to watch then and there... (I'm looking at you Jujutsu Kaisen (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭.

I restarted the anime about a week ago during my move into my new apartment at episode 45, as it's the last episode I can fully remember (though I did skip through a little because I can't lie... the Buggy filler episodes were not my thing) "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა I also know that the Netflix live action ends around episode 45 as well, which- I'm happy to say, is probably the ONLY live action adaptation of an anime (apart from the theatre productions of studio ghibli films like My Neighbour Totoro) that ACTUALLY WORKED!!! Also, Jamie Lee Curtis, a true One Piece fan loved it! Plus, both Oda and Mayumi have crowned Iñaki as the real world Luffy SO SUCK ON THAT HATERS!!! True, I didn't watch the live action fully, as my friend was watching it whilst I played dragon quest 11 (good game) but I got the gist of it, and it was really good from what I could see.

NOW!! ON TO THE GOOD SHIZ!!!

I am currently on episode 57, as of writing this, which means Chopper is only 24 episodes away ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽ つ And I NEED to meet the baby!! I'm currently watching the crew sail with this little dragon doo dad (who I cannot remember the species name, but his name from Apis is Ryujii.) And shit just started happening. The boat is a rocking, the sky is raining, Zoro and Apis currently have rope burn. It's a good episode. If I recall correctly, they're about to enter the Grand Line?? I know they're right next to it at least, but I think they're trying to get Ryujii home- I just realised that they just landed on the island I am dumb. There was a strange wispy of wind a second ago, which means that one guy is likely already on the island with them I think. Who knows "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა. Either way, once again this show is showing how corrupt the government system is lmao.

Anyhoo, overall, I don't think One Piece can really be judged by episodes, unless you talk about the live action. I'd say a better judgement would be going by arcs? I will say, this arc is pretty mid, just because I've seen it before and because I don't think Apis as a character is good whatsoever. She's just kind of that npc character in an rpg that directs you on a fetch quest before telling you that she must be protected as she's annoyingly coming with instead of staying home safe- oh wait she's the only one who can talk to the dragon and therefore knows where the fetch quest main area is. Great. Yeah, she's extremely mid now that I think about it.

I wouldn't skip this arc, just because I think all arcs leading up to the Grand Line are definitely important, HOWEVER, I do think she could've been in it less. The grampa would've had more to offer in my opinion, even if it was just comedic value. Plus, he could've been a secret badass who saves the day, who knows.

Also, as I'm writing this, my wifi CUT OUT (╥ᆺ╥；) so now I'm dying of death... (╥ᆺ╥；)(╥ᆺ╥；)(╥ᆺ╥；)

Anyways, I would recommend One Piece, but at the same time, if you aren't used to watching long form anime... gooooood luck. I can only do this because I watched Naruto and Shippuden a couple years back and that- ugh that hurt. One piece was still only one episode 800 too... It hurt so much. Yes it's a good anime BUT IT WOULD BE HALF THE LENGTH IF THEY CUT THE FILLER OUT, KILLED OFF SOME OF THE USELESS CHILDREN YOUNGER THAN NARUTO, REVEALED KAKASHI'S MOLE, AND CUT THE FIGHTS TO HALF THE LENGTH!!!!

Sorry, got emotional there. But yeah. One Piece? Good show. It also only has about 50 filler episodes out of the current 1076 episodes that are released. That's an achievement. Also I am now realising how quickly they must have pumped Naruto out if that show had 750 episodes plus movies...

Final thoughts? Watch One Piece. Don't watch Naruto. It isn't worth it. Also, idgaf if people disagree. If you watch Naruto, only watch Naruto. Don't bother with Shippuden. Hinata is the only good character after Naruto, but she isn't worth it.

#onepiece #one piece #luffy #naruto is too long and has too much filler #naruto isnt worth it #if you watch naruto only watch naruto do not bother with shippuden #sasuke isnt hot he was an asshole #sakura is abusive #luffy is the king of pirates #king of the pirates #chopper #tony tony chopper #jamie lee curtis loves one piece

[thelostmagicians]

Season 2: Episode 6

Pairings: Eventual Steve Harrington x Reader (slowburn)

Warnings: Slight violence, profanity, the usual

Author’s Note: This is more of a filler chapter and most of the script is based of the actually episode. Netflix pls don’t sue me lol. The next few chapters will focus more on Atlas and her past so that should be fun to write!

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“What the hell do we do now? I’m so dead, so so so dead,” Dustin panicked, frantically waving his arms.

Steve remained stoic, a hand curling under his chin while the other rested on his hip. He stared at the trap door deep in thought, hoping for an idea that could get them out of this dilemma.

“You said Dart ate your cat, right?” Atlas broke the silence as she rose her head to look at Dustin for confirmation.

Dustin nodded remorsefully.

“What if we lure it and trap it again so we can kill it,” Atlas suggested.

“I only had the one cat —“

“She doesn’t mean with the cat, dingus, she means with meat,” interjected Steve.

Atlas nodded in agreement, “We can go to the butcher or something, buy some meat, and lure it somewhere and then kill it. It should be simple enough, it’s three against a baby right?”

Both boys looked at her with fear and awe. Steve clapped his hands together and led him to his car, this time Dustin beat Atlas for shotgun. __

Atlas had two layers of rubber gloves and it still didn’t help her with the disgust she felt when she threw pieces of raw meat on the ground. She winced every time she heard a quiet plop and a few droplets of blood splattered on her boots.

“So let me get this straight, you kept something that you knew was probably dangerous to impress a girl you just met?” Steve’s voice broke the tense silence.

“Alright, that's grossly simplifying things,” Dustin defended.

“I mean, why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?”

“An inter-dimensional slug, because it’s awesome?”

Atlas huffed out a quiet laugh as she peeked back to witness the brotherly back and forth between Steve and Dustin.

“Well even if she thought it was cool, which she didn’t, I… I don’t know… I just feel like you’re trying way too hard.”

“Well not everyone can have your perfect hair, alright?”

“It’s not about the hair man, the key with girls is just.. just acting like you don’t care.”

“Even if you do?”

“Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts.”

Atlas scoffed loudly and yelled out, “That’s terrible advice” as she continued throwing the meat.

“Then what?” Dustin proceeded to ignore her warning.

“You just wait until, uh.. until you feel it,” Steve awkwardly stammered.

“Feel what?”

“It’s like before it’s gonna storm you know? You can’t see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh… electricity, you know?

“Oh like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere…”

“No, no, no, no, no. Like a… like a sexual electricity.”

“Oh”

“You feel that and then you make your move.”

“So that’s when you kiss her”

No whoa, whoa. Slow down Romeo.”

“Sorry.”

“Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a… I don’t know, like a lion.

“Mmm.”

“But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthily, like a… like a ninja.”

“What type is Nancy?”

“Nancy’s different. She’s different than the other girls.”

“Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess.”

Yeah. Yeah, she is.”

Atlas rolled her eyes at this, glad that she was a few spaces ahead so her actions went unnoticed by the boys. “Of course Nancy Wheeler is different. She’s fucking perfect,” Atlas murmured out angrily. She had no reason to hate the Wheeler girl, but seeing the way Steve talked about her, seeing the things he did for had the evil green monster, dubbed jealousy, clawing to get out.

“But this girl’s special, too, you know. It’s just, like something about her,” Dustin spoke again.

“You’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?”

“Uh, no. No.”

Okay, good. Don’t. She’s only gonna break your heart, and you’re way too young for that shit.”

Dustin looked down dejectedly as he lightly swung the bucket back and forth.

“Faberge,” Steve whispered, “It’s Faberge Organics. Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair’s damp… not wet. When it’s damp. You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray”

Dustin grinned at him, “Farrah Fawcett spray?”

“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett.”

“You tell anyone I just told you that and your ass is grass. You’re dead Henderson. Do you understand?”

Atlas laughed loudly at this, peering around her shoulder, “I’m not scared of you Steve Harrington, what are you gonna threaten me with.”

Steve shot her an amused grin, as he blamed his faint pink cheeks on the October chill. __

After what seemed like miles Dustin led them to an abandoned junkyard, filled with rusty cars and a broken school bus.

“Oh yeah this will do,” Steve affirmed with a nod, “This will do just fine. Good call dude.”

Dustin smiled, his cheeks shining from the slight praise.

Atlas walked around gathering large pieces of scrap and leaned them on the bus, “This would be a good look out spot, seems safe enough.”

Steve nodded in agreement and started helping when they heard two voices speak up.

Lucas Sinclair and a redhead girl. Dustin grabbed Lucas’s jacket leading him behind a car. They talked too quietly for anyone to hear, but she could see the frustration in Dustin’s eyes. She quickly glanced at the redhead who looked around awkwardly and came to the conclusion that this was the girl Dustin liked. She waved the young girl over, as Steve left to find more scraps.

“I’m Max.”

“People call me Atlas, but you can call me whatever,” she shrugged indifferently.

Both girls worked together barricading the windows with metal sheets when they heard a loud Clank.

“Hey! Dickheads, How come the only people helping me out are Atlas and this random girl?” Steve banged part of fence on the car the young boys hid behind, interrupting the intense conversation between Dustin and Lucas. “We lose light in 40 minutes. Let’s go. Let’s go, I said!”

40 minutes later all five of them clamored into the bus awaiting the next move.

#dustin and steve #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington #steve and dustin #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x afab!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve Harrington x woc!reader #Woc friendly #stranger things #steve stranger things #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things 2 #steve harrington and reader #steve harrington fic rec #steve Harrington angst

[fulgursmediaanalysisdrama]

Netlixes Witcher writers being publicly outed to hate the books is good, very good actually. Because nothing matches except some aesthetics (at least for season 2. Season 2 sucks)

Finally found someone who brought that up in a convo, I was stoked and wanted to join in, but his very next sentence he complained about how there were black people in the show when Witcher played in a fantasy medieval Europe. And then I didn't want to talk anymore

Bitch wasn't even white himself, well white turk ig idk but that isn't white supremacists white just normal racism, but still bro. Black people existed back then, I promise. Their history of colonialization and general trade and travel is also different, everything is different, only languages and places got loosely kept. Who cares? Like few of the characters are described by skin color, we know there are people from far away lands that aren't secluded from the "medieval europe setting" so even if I accepted your hogwash as good faith it'd be wrong.

This shit makes me so mad, that there is this real thing happening in the netflix behind the scenes where they ruin the story and message in favor of fascist esque opinions or meaninglessness. And then critique of the writers that becomes popular is one by racists because they point our attention to a different unrelated fact and combine it with the "the writers hate the witcher" tidbit that only reveals they themselves don't know Sapkowskis writings or their themes.

But because their audiences read as little or at least as poorly as them and with no curiosity of their own they get away with it.

Probably "the quartering" or someone is his source. Should've asked, didn't want to.

I also have no respect for the witcher games because tbh they breed exactly that. I don't know whether they actually support any of these views but from what I know witcher 1 is a terrible game and 2 only playable. And that from the books misunderstandings like that never arrived, while those who played the games and then read the books (or never did) believe a ton of bad shit about racism and the elves. Now this could also be a (male) gamer problem just maybe (since the games are heavily made to appeal to male power fantasies, something that is the exact opposite of the books imo) but it seems that if the games has the potential to endorse said gamer problems and opinions then it should've made a better job of not doing that.

My criticism isn't that a nude sexy Geralt is shown in the games, it is that in those moments he has too much agency and power in those situations to force the reflection we got in the books, where he is sexualized all over the place and is pretty unhappy most of the time even tho he enjoys both sex and the general company of women. Meanwhile in the games he can just fuck anyone as if it's mass effect 3 and the relationships are about as shallow and bad as they can be

Like another of my roommates, who has played the games but didn't read the books, complained that he didn't like show Yennefer. Neither do I so I thought this could be a cool starting point for a conversation.

My criticism was that she's a big piece of shit but shown as worthy of our understanding and sympathy, and that the way she acts and the way the framing wants us to feel about her and Tissaia are just complete opposites of each other. Unlike book Yen show Yen is one of the worst people I've ever seen. And the character development and time spend on self reflection is nil but suddenly at the end everything is fine and good again.

Jaskier is different, the Witchers themselves are different, the show ends as a celebration of the masculinity that is criticized in the books.

Yeah his criticism was that Yen isn't at all like in the games to him, that she's a different person he doesn't appreciate. She isn't hot

Fuck the games, fuck the show (sorry cd project red, make a better games next time and think about themes more)

[avocado-frog]

Forget-me-not. 8

Rating: T Warnings: Not really an eating disorder, but Leo's not exactly the peak of healthiness. Human experimentation Chapter title: 11/14/2018 Word count: 2,000 Summary: Leo plans stuff

"So, what's your full name?"

"My full name? It's Leo."

"That's gotta be a nickname." Jaxon mashed a button on his controller, eyes glued to the screen, wincing back when his character was hit with Leo's character's sword.

"It isn't," Leo lied, hitting two buttons at once. On the screen, cartoon blood shot out of a head wound on Jaxon's character. "My full name is Leo."

"Last name, then?"

"It's-" Leo paused, remembering seeing that file, where the last names didn't line up with what she knew to be true. "Y'know, that's a good question. The file Cass and I found had a completely different last name."

"Well, I'd bet that the one on the file's your real one."

"Evans, then." Another pause, as they selected new characters to play as. "Why do you care?"

"Conversation starter." Jaxon shrugged loosely. "But now I'm curious. Leonie?"

"Nope."

"Leona."

"No."

"...Leopold."

"What?"

"Eleanor."

"Nobody whose full name is Eleanor goes by Leo," Leo sent an elbow to his shoulder, probably a bit sharper than she meant.

"Have you met everybody?"

Leo shoved his face away when it got closer. "Fuck off."

Jaxon only snickered, pushing the button to start the next game. In an instant, Leo had Jaxon's character's arm cut clean off with a sword, that was what he got for thinking her full name was Leopold.

Dylan woke up again at around four in the morning, Jaxon said it was typical of them. They joined in on a game or two, but eventually decided to watch, drawing something on a piece of paper. Leo tried to look, but they hid it.

Dylan stayed awake for the rest of the night, but Jaxon was knocked out within thirty minutes of Dylan being awake. Leo wasn't very tired herself, and sleeping on the floor covered in Cheeto crumbs was out of the question, anyways. Dylan had left a while ago, though Leo wasn't sure where they went.

Leo slid out of the bedroom and down the hall. There were a few patches of bleach on the walls and the floors, proving Lily's story to be true. Leo wasn't sure how to feel about that. She didn't know whoever had gotten killed, but she couldn't help but be upset about it.

The photograph still sat safely in her pocket, and Leo felt for it, sighing in relief at feeling the laminated paper between her fingers. She was fully blocking the notion that she had brothers from her mind, and the fact that Logan and Lily knew the twins seven years ago. Two weeks ago, that idea would have been absurd.

Leo took a step down the dark staircase, and her sleeve caught the crack in the railing. She gasped sharply, gripping onto the railing with her hand, narrowly avoiding breaking her skull by falling down.

She took a breath to calm herself down, shivering at the memory of Lily telling her that someone had fallen down the stairs and died here. History repeats.

The crack on one of the steps near the top, someone must have hit their head hard enough to break the wood. The crack in the railing, maybe someone had grabbed it during their fall and broke it, or they'd fallen back and hit their head there, too. No one could survive that without some sort of paralysis or head trauma.

Surprisingly, the light in the living room was turned on. A lamp was, at least, and created a dim, orange glow that only illuminated the shine on the leather couch and the screen of the TV.

"You're up early."

Leo jumped, and an embarrassing squeak managed to escape her throat. She calmed down, and cleared her throat.

"This is about when I would normally wake up," Leo responded, clearing her throat again for good measure. She walked towards the couch.

Logan whipped around from where he sat with a short scream. He caught his breath, hand over his chest like an old man who had just heard about Netflix. "I... forgot you were here."

"Sorry." Leo coughed into her fist, feeling a bit awkward. Logan set down a white mug of something that faintly smelled like coffee, and paused whatever he'd been watching.

"That's fine."

Silence. Leo was stuck, standing in the doorway. Whether it would be better or worse to go back upstairs now, or go to the kitchen like she had been planning, or sit on the couch with the stranger, she wasn't sure.

Leo managed to stand there for a whole thirty minutes, before Logan finally got up, ending their standoff.

"Did you want something for breakfast?"

"Sure."

Leo followed him into the kitchen, feeling distinctly like a lost puppy. She watched him search through Tupperware bins of food with sticky notes labeled with names, the cost of living in a house with four people, she supposed.

"Want anything in particular?" Logan asked, and Leo shrugged.

"I usually would just... have some cereal, or something. I don't care."

"You should eat more than cereal, if you're going to wake up at five in the morning. You'll have no energy, otherwise."

Leo could feel herself growing defensive, arms crossed, tensing back. "I can make toast."

Logan hummed, radiating disapproval. Pans clanged against each other, he started to clear spices from the counter. "I'll just make eggs. Allergic to anything?"

"No." Leo took a slight step back, as he tried to get through to grab a butter knife. "Well, I'm allergic to mangoes."

"There won't be any mangoes in your eggs, don't worry. What about Cass?"

"Didn't you know us when we were like, six?"

"Seven," Logan corrected. "But I wasn't cooking food for you. I only saw you when we got to go outside. Like, once every week, or so."

"...I don't think Cass is allergic to anything. I wouldn't know."

"Don't you two live together?" Logan cracked an egg over a frying pan.

"I guess." Leo felt herself get defensive again. "What's with you guys and all the questions?"

"Sorry," Logan chuckled lightly. Leo watched in mild interest, as he stirred the egg around until it became some solid, yellow lump. "I'm majoring in culinary arts, it's a little harder to do it online, and I only just started, so let me know what you think."

Leo hummed noncommittally. "It looks fine."

Of course, Leo wouldn't know. She hadn't ever had scrambled eggs before, to her knowledge. That probably... wasn't good.

"If I could cook, I'd make something other than cereal." Admitting that she couldn't cook felt like telling some forbidden knowledge.

"You can't cook? You're what, sixteen?" To her surprise, his voice didn't have the mocking tone she'd been expecting. Simply asking a question.

"Never learned. I can make toast."

"What about your sister?"

"Cass likes to bake." There, a fact she knew about Cass. This was why she won best-sister-ever-award. "I don't know what she makes, though."

Logan hummed again, quickly checking a watch on his wrist. He turned back to Leo. "Hey, I'm going to get the other kids up. Mind watching the food for a minute? Try not to burn the place down."

Leo smiled and nodded. This was definitely a test. Sure enough, the bacon looked like bacon and the They'd always looked unappetizing, but they smelled okay. Leo nudged it with a spatula.

Logan came back down after a few minutes, smiling at the lack of fire in the kitchen, and gave Leo a small pat on the shoulder.

Stumbling down the stairs came a particularly groggy Jaxon, rubbing his eyes with his hands, and Lily, arms crossed over her chest as she raised an unamused eyebrow at the boy in front of her. Cass followed, looking like she'd actually slept that night, and Dylan trailed behind the group, adjusting the hearing aid in their ear carefully.

"You're still here," Lily remarked, voice holding no particular emotion. Leo shrugged.

"Live here now."

Lily ignored her in favor of pushing past to grab a plate, scooping the food onto it, leaving for the dining room. Leo followed.

They didn't have a dining room at home, not one they used, anyway. Leo was used to ordering a pizza and eating in her room by herself, Cass was more often than not at Kai's house. Leo found herself almost preferring this.

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The kids all left for school, Cass stood up to help Logan with the dishes, Leo did not, and had no regrets about it, either.

"So, what's your guy's plan?" Logan asked, he picked up a cup of something Jaxon had swore was apple juice, but smelled like an energy drink. That was fair. She had seen a minifridge full of them in their room.

Cass looked at Leo for an answer, and Leo inwardly cursed at herself. She cleared her throat. "What do you mean?" Leo asked back, trying to quickly come up with even the smallest crumb of an idea.

"Well," as Logan finished the dishes, he sat down at the table again, motioning for the twins to sit. "I know you plan on going to Maryland, and I agreed to take you, but I can't do anything until the weekend. I have a job and school."

"Right." Leo nodded. No idea formed. Shit. "You'd know better than me what to do."

"There's a sentence Leo doesn't usually say."

"Shut up, Cass."

"Well, we'll figure out a proper plan once I get back from work. You two think of something though. Feel free to stay. Anything in the fridge that doesn't have someone's name on it, you can have, and the remote's on the TV stand. I'll be home at around four."

They were very, extremely, incredibly deceased, if they went back home. They may as well have already been buried.

Cass thought for a moment. "Well, we'll have to find a place to stay. Especially if we find anyone. I am once again suggesting Kai and Marcy's house. Our cousins who own an actual mansion."

"No. I've already told you, that's the first place anyone will look, and who knows how many people we'll find?"

"Statistically, not many," Logan pointed out. Leo jumped, forgetting he was still there, in the living room, tying a blue scarf around his neck. "The lab in Maryland is a research lab, not a testing one. They won't hold nearly as many people as the other ones."

"There's more?" Leo slammed her hands on the table, and dropped her head on the surface. "Goddammit. How do we even know that's the right one?"

"Proximity." Logan shrugged. "If you two are really related to them, then they'll be at the same one we were."

Leo hummed, hardly interested. Logan was right, though. Leo didn't know much about the three kids they were looking for, just that there were, in fact, three of them, they might be her siblings, and that they were babies when the picture was taken, putting them at only nine or ten years old.

"Well, think it over." Logan stood up, smiling at the two. "I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah, we'll still be here."

A smile, and Logan shut the door, leaving them inside.

Feel free to stay.

Well, there was an answer on a silver platter. Logan seemed willing enough to let the twins stay, until they could find a permanent place. Until she had enough money to rent an apartment nearby, or something. If she were alone, she would have been fine searching for an abandoned building, maybe sleeping in the car forever, but she wasn't, she had Cass, and potentially three younger brothers. That she didn't know what to do with.

Neither of the twins really felt comfortable staying alone at a house that wasn't theirs, but agreed to come back at around three, when they'd all get back from school. Dylan, still an elementary-school kid, at eleven years old, got home the latest, thirty minutes after Jaxon and Lily would.

A light frost coated the wooden bench by the playground, rendering the area significantly colder, and left Leo almost wishing she had stayed at Logan's house for the most awkward six hours of her life.

Cass was wandering through the garden, apparently where she had met Dylan, while Leo worked on coming up with a plan on a sheet of Cass's notebook paper.

Leo had the events leading up to the- what was she supposed to call it? A raid? Rescue?- the whatever it was she was doing, it was all planned out perfectly. She had the events during the thing planned out, mostly, but afterwards? Nothing.

There were three kids, likely ten years old, and who knew if they were even alive? If they weren't, then what? She would have literally stolen a vehicle and nearly died for nothing, and that would suck. If they were alive, she would have stolen a vehicle and nearly died for a group of fifth-graders. Not even a group of them. Three. Whose names she didn't even know.

And then there was the possibility that they were siblings. What then? She chose to ignore that specific train of thought.

Maybe she could talk to Logan a bit more. Out of all of them, she trusted him with advice the most, despite only knowing him for a day and a half.

Except technically, she'd known him for about three years, plus the day and a half.

She chose to ignore that, too. The idea of not being able to remember a whole half of her life was a bit uncomfortable, to say the least.

The alarm on her phone buzzed in her pocket, she panicked to turn it off before it made the photo fall out (she hadn't known where else to put it, where it would be safe) and a quick glance told her that Cass had gotten the same alarm. It was nearly three, about time to get back to Logan's house.

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The following couple of days were spent, mostly in figuring out just what they would do once they got there. And for what felt like the first time, Leo wasn't doing all of the planning on her own. That was, mostly, because she didn't have a clue where to begin.

Logan would drive, because he knew the directions. When asked how he remembered how to get to the building in the middle of the woods, he said it wasn't hard to find it, and that you don't just forget a place like that. There was a trail, if you knew where to look. There was also a map in the dash of the van Leo stole, if you knew where to look.

Cass was going to stay in the back of the van, on the chance that the kids were hurt, she could heal the minor injuries. As for broken bones, infections, the sorts, they'd just have to hope for the best on that one.

Leo was going inside the building, find some kids, hopefully not run into anyone who worked there, and hopefully not have to blast fire around. That wouldn't be ideal. Contrary to popular belief, Leo was against using her magic to burn people to death. Though, from what she'd gathered, the people that worked there were not the greatest, to say the least.

And then, Jaxon was coming along, too.

And no one was all that enthusiastic about it. Lily and Dylan both threatened her life if anything happened to him, and Logan was reluctant, and Cass tried to talk him out of it, but he was adamant on coming with her. As back-up, and to give directions, because he knew how to access the security room.

("No you don't," Logan had actually argued that point, though. "You haven't been there since you were nine."

"Yeah, well, I'll figure it out.")

They got their plan all set up, everything was good, Leo wasn't excited about having to drag Jaxon along with her, but it would be fine.

Leo claimed the room across the bathroom, though she hadn't bothered to really unpack anything. This was a temporary stay. Maybe a week, two weeks at the most. Cass claimed the room in between hers and Lily's.

She ignored texts from the kids at school, ignored calls from her cousins, and blocked her parent's numbers. Jaxon's contact was the first that got added into her phone, followed by Logan, and then eventually Dylan and Lily.

The days where Logan had work and the kids had school was still spent in awkward silence among the twins. Cass helped out with chores most of the day, Leo did not, either going to the park, or walking around the city, or staying at the house and watching TV until they came back.

It would be three days until they left. Leo spent the first afternoon with Jaxon, she found him annoying, loud, and yet, he was the only one she felt comfortable around. Logan was six years older than she was, acted like too much of an authority figure for Leo to consistently be around, and she knew Lily didn't like her, and Dylan was a bit apprehensive, so it was tense between the two. And of course, it was awkward to be around Cass all the time, when they hardly talked up until two weeks ago.

Sometimes, just walking around the house, if she looked close enough, she could see the evidence of the people who used to live there. Crumpled-up crayon drawings long forgotten, signed in orange crayon, hidden underneath the bed in one of the guest rooms, toy cars and stuffed animals in the backyard, discolored by weather. The imprint of a stick-on glow star just above Leo's head on the ceiling in her room. And then the bleached spots on the ground, the break in the railing, and the crack on the stairs.

#writing #original characters #original work #writeblr #chapter 8

[bisognamorire]

Beloved A.,

Happy Friday!

Up here you see a few photos I took this week. I had wanted to arrange them separately but I can’t find the strength to organise this post much (sorry, its all over the place). The felted bunnies made me think of you and I wanted to get one for you but I am not supposed to. The candles are in the religious mourning room. It is located adjoined to the front hall where my reception is, so during nightshifts I go to lay down in there and try to rest a bit (theres a bench). I often get mentally unwell around 2-3 AM during my nightshifts. Everything just gangs up to torture me. The melon bread was disgusting. The highlight of my week was to go to the lake after my first nightshift and feed the ducks and swans some sunflowerseeds.

This week I tried different methods to stop myself from dissociating. And it worked most of the time. Once the numbness of dissociation fell away, though, I dissolved into tears; when I took a walk around the lake, when I sat in public transport, when I was at work, when I woke up in the morning, when I sat in the living room. I’m always in tears.

Always, Dad and you. Dad and you.

I think feeling how much it hurts me to have lost the both of you is still better than to dissociate and feel nothing.

Theres a scene in One Piece after the Wa no Kuni Arc where Momonosuke runs to the shore to bid the Strawhats Farewell as they leave the island. He sobs and begs them to stay and not leave him like a toddler. I felt like him in that scene this past week.

On Saturday, when I felt like I would get ill, I went to the city to eat chicken soup in an asian diner that I used to go to when I started uni in 2017. It usually helped me to get strong again. Unfortunately they’ve been closed for some reason for many months now. I then went to have soup at an other asian diner, it was only 2€ and the people probably thought I was homeless (I looked rather dishevelled and done with life) because they gave me a relatively large bowl and lots of vegetables.

It does wonders for your soul to eat a hearty soup when you’re feeling poorly.

On Sunday I visited Marina, Sharon’s friend (well, our childhood friend). She broke up with her boyfriend of seven years recently. We talked about a lot of topics like identity, mothers, parental emotional neglect and abandonment. She told me that she just hangs with random people because shes so lonely (she lives in another state and we can’t easily visit her) and she takes whatever company she can get so that she is distracted and that she doesn’t really like the girls she goes out to party with. That she thinks theyre rather shallow contacts. Its hard when someone doesn’t have a social network that breaks their fall and the person has to carry all of it themselves. We ended up just talking and we watched an episode of ‘Bodies’ on Netflix. Its a murder mystery show.

I started crying when I got back home from that visit. I felt so overwhelmed and exhausted and sad about everything around me and in my own life.

Other than that I’ve not done much this week other than work (when I work nightshifts and get home from work at 7 AM in the morning there’s really not much of me left to use for anything during the day) and sleep and rot in bed due to feeling terrible. Unfortunately my shift schedule continues to be awful the next days and I’m thinking about calling in sick soon. I desperately need to rest.

Someone put a nail in my bike tire (the one you rode) and I brought it upstairs from the bike cellar to my balcony to repair it. I curse the person who deliberately put a nail in it.

During my walk through the city I also went to a pakistani store and saw this! I remember you cracking up about it in F.

How was that in 2022? I seem to have no general sense of time passing the entirety of 2023. After dad died in June, I have no recollection of time passing.

This morning I saw mum for the first time in about a month? I felt unsettled by my therapist talking to me in detail about my cycle of dissociation and what harm it brings to myself and the relationships to other people around me, because I apparently perceive reality fragmented, or selective, when I am dissociated (which I am most of the time). I‘m horrified to see the mechanisms of my brain play out in these ways, that I don‘t want.

My mother asked me how I was but she hadnt in weeks (she simply started an argument and left me when I was so unwell because of things between us a few weeks ago). I couldn‘t tell her. What use has it? She can‘t handle me feeling unwell and things will only get worse, if I tell her.

Unfortunately, not telling her how I am was also a wrong decision. She started accusing me of not actually wanting to see her and why am I pulling auch a depressed face and won‘t talk to her?!

Then she defended my older brother and his ex-girlfriend (the mother of my niece) and basically said that its my niece‘s own fault that her mother treats her badly. I can‘t believe how this cycle of parental neglect and abuse continues into the next generations, just because the adults in the child‘s life are irresponsible and egoistic. And I‘m sitting there with over 10 years of therapy, because of how my mum and dad were and my mother still defends other neglectful and abusive parents’ behaviour!

I couldn‘t bear it anymore and just got up without a word, paid (was cussed out by a grandma in the process) and left.

I don’t have much things to look forward to. I ordered a weighted blanket to help my sleep without medication. I also got a package of Palo Santo incense, which makes my flat smell cosy when I take naps.

I have to go back to work tomorrow and work through until next Wednesday and I’m thinking about calling in sick on Monday.

I felt miserable looking at your blog yesterday and seeing that you wish to experience ‚it‘ again, that you post about ‚letting love in again‘ I am not sure what you meant by that but my mind makes me think you‘re wishing to fall in love again…

How many times can I feel like I am losing the same person over and over again? I’m scared to look at your blogs now. I wish I could see something and know that you miss me and that you love me forever and be content and never look it up again.

Yesterday I went to the cellar and rummaged in your box. I found a transcript of the first ‚goodbye‘ Message you sent me in January 2023. I knew it was there. In it, you don‘t avoid telling me that you love me (I felt like your message from this January avoided using the word ‚love’ and it made me anxious about the reasons). I heard your voice say the words to me then and I started crying and breaking down in the cellar, my knees just gave in.

All that rumination about me being abandoned is probably not helping my mental wellbeing. Spending hours and days composing these entries and not knowing if they ever reach you, is also playing into this.

I don‘t know what to do, I am so so sad about it all, I just feel like giving up everything and letting go of life.

My sole hope is that I feel a bit better when it gets warmer, so that I can lay in the meadow with the sun on my skin, with the treetops swaying in the wind.

I don’t have much hope other than that.

Your Sabo who loves you.

[miamigrandprix]

dts s2 e4-6

e4: -sorry seb's "says who?" at the start of episode (in response to ferrari telling him what to do) GAGGED sets the tone for the episode PERFECTLY -mattia talks about monza the way indy drivers talk abt the 500 lmao -the whole "there is no #1 driver" bit makes me think hey r there parallels to be drawn between sebchal here and alonso/hamilton in 2007? just thinkin about it -before i get to far i want to share some thoughts: when i first watched this episode with NO prior knowledge it was rly hard to follow. after i heard about the specifics of the ferrari engine controversy (cheating), for the second watch i remember this episode suddenly clicking for me! this episode would've benefitted so much from a will buxton monologue explaining the juicy details for a newish viewer. i understand that there might have been pressure from ferrari to not include those details but it is such a shame, to have such a core piece of information missing and viewers have to try to piece together the narrative without it :/ -HI LAURA WINTER -very much get the impression that seb is like the family member who notices the generational trauma and going hey maybe we should change things to stop that and gets exiled from the family instead :) those sure are the vibes -HI CHARLOTTE -im sorry the back to back "seb has a lack of confidence with the car. and charles' car is not performing" like theyre the same car but you're gonna frame it like its seb's fault but not charles's? mattia choke -at the part where they're explaining the engine controversy--i still stand by wishing they explained it better and EARLIER because i think its much needed context for the first half of the episode too -at the end of the day all i need to know is that seb clearly thought that what ferrari did was wrong, and thats all i need to know if he says so then i believe it!! -the way netflix is trying to tease like ~oh imagine all the different teams he could go to! who wouldnt want him~ is so cheeky but also i NEED to know what this was like live when yall didnt know where he was going i'm JEALOUS i wish i got to be there for it all to unfold -double ferrari dnf at monza must've been crazy to watch live too lmao -seb zigzagging through all the photographers on his bicycle. love him -seb announcing his new seat the same weekend as ferrari's 1000th is crazy ex girlfriend levels of unhinged (pos). like posting ultrasound pics the same day as your ex's wedding type of shit. no one does it like him -sorry im incapable of watching ferrari episodes without writing an essay. hope you enjoyed

ep5: -the great daniel/cyril divorce -i cant remember who said it or where i saw it but when i first got into f1 properly someone talked about how Different things might've been if there hadn't been covid--since the season was delayed, the contract was signed before reneault could have any races with daniel that year--so daniel could only make that decision based off 2019 races -the jump clearly did not work out for him but alpine also went to shit too. but if cyril hadn't left who knows. i think all of daniel's choices make sense honestly!!!! he just got very unlucky -anyway their dynamic is insane and they deserve soooo many more fic than they have!! -"it's probably a bit like being dumped by a girlfriend, but she hasn't moved out of the house yet." christian did eat with this one. unfortunately -i love cyril but him being the one to actually complain about the pink mercedes feels very..... my wife is divorcing me so i'm gonna sue my neighbors over the property line -"i hate those fucking pink cars" oh i need to gif that. i'll be watching and i'll just KNOW like yeah that needs to be in the next gifset -i cant believe i havent mentioned it yet renault colors are the BEST daniel has ever looked i miss having yellow n black on the grid. maybe thats why alpine went to shit they gave up the best color combo they could have

e7: -pierre redemption episode!!! i think this is one of the best episodes ever tbh. very cathartic movie plotline really ticks all the boxes -HI PATRICK -ok but the fact that dts NEVER covered alex's podiums w red bull after milking the shit out of his missed podiums is a hate crime to me personally -onboards going through eau rouge are scary af. -filled with rage at how christian horner chews up new drivers and spits them up (even though its all so predictable at this point. no one will ever live up to the golden boy) -i remember seeing people complain that the williams family leaving wasn't given focus in dts, if anyone has any fun video essays about that i'd love to watch! -i do take issue with will buxton saying "red bull can't admit they made a mistake (with alex)" i think red bull made a mistake with promoting ANYONE too early and expecting too much from them, but not in a pierre v alex way. neither of them were given enough time or support by red bull to flourish. and they lowkey admitted that recently lmao -but it /is/ cathartic to know that red bull have tried to get alex back since then and he doesn't need his toxic ex in his life anymore no thanks ✌️ -i just know i'll LOVE watching this race in full -they set up the suspense so well for the end of the race -and it really is. if carlos had won this race with mclaren, his first win, how different would the trajectory of his career been -ANYWAY theres something that just always gets me about men holding all their emotions in right until they cross the finish line and they finally allow themselves to feel the emotions. (recent example that made me SOB was theo when he won f2) i also love how much it clearly meant to the alphatauri guys in the garage. last time that happened was with seb for torro rosso yeah? so its clearly so so special

#watching 2 more 2day then i'll be caught up!! #dtsrewatch #she speaks

[babygirlbenji]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

We Miss You - Mason Mount (ft Ben Chilwell)

A/N: she is here, part two to you'll always be in my heart!! this is kinda sucky and lowkey a filler but i'm SUPER excited to write the next part, i still haven't decided if it's going to be a trilogy or a four parter ANYHOO let's get into it

You had been at Liverpool for a little over six months. It had taken you longer than you expected to settle in, especially with your London accent, but you were enjoying life in Liverpool.

The meeting you were in was dragging on far longer than you wanted it to. You’d said your piece about wanting to get footage and videos of the players for their annual surprise visit to the local school, and since then, you’d zoned out for the majority of the meeting, daydreaming about dinner and watching the new true crime series that had been released on Netflix a few days before.

‘Chelsea squad will be arriving on Friday evening, match will be at 3:30pm,’ Jürgen’s statement made your head snap up so hard you almost cricked your neck.

‘Chelsea? I thought we were playing Brighton?’ Klopp exchanged half-amused, half-concerned glances with the coach.

‘No, Y/N, Brighton is next week. Remember?’ You glanced around the room; every pair of eyes was on you. You settled back in your chair, having moved to the edge of your seat in surprise, clearing your throat.

‘Oh, yes, I remember now. Sorry.’ The meeting went back to the topic of Chelsea, talking about tactics and potential lineups.

Without even realising, your mind went back to Stamford Bridge. Summer days spent laughing with Ben and Reece, winter evenings spent sipping hot chocolate in your office talking with Mason while you edited photos and stitched videos together, autumn afternoons spent gazing at the bronzing trees on bus rides to and from away games, your head on Mason’s shoulder as you drifted to sleep…

You realised then how much your heart ached for them. For Chelsea, for your hometown… for Mason.

Unfortunately (or fortunately), you didn’t have much time to ruminate on days gone by, as the meeting adjourned and people started gathering their things, going back to their offices or training grounds.

Walking out into the corridor, you started thinking up excuses that were plausible enough to miss Saturday’s game. You hadn’t seen Mason since your ‘conversation’ at the Bridge, you hadn’t even spoken to him. Ben, Reece and Jorgi had reached out a few times, and you were glad to have stayed in contact with them. As if by magic, your phone pinged with a message.

Chilly: Fancy a drink after the match on Saturday? Picked up a slight injury so can’t play. Looking forward to hopefully seeing you xx

You bit your lip, considering your options. Ben was always fun to hang out with, he was one of your best friends. If you went, you’d have a chance to catch up with someone you’d known for ages and show him the sights of Liverpool. On the other hand, if you did go, he’d probably ask questions about Mason, and you didn’t want to be the one to end up sobbing on his shoulder.

Throwing caution to the wind, you replied:

Sure. I’ll send you my address. Hope injury isn’t too bad xx

He simply sent back a smiley face emoji, making you smile slightly, before pocketing your phone and continuing on your way to your office, sighing as you sat back down in your chair.

*

The day of the match came far too fast for your liking, and you soon found yourself at Anfield, watching the boys warm up. You took photos of them training, videos of them larking about and having fun, trying to laugh along with them, but your nerves were too great to truly enjoy it like you normally did.

You stood on the sidelines, geared up in the bright red Liverpool staff kit, sorting through photos on your camera and deleting bad ones to save space on your memory card. It was then that you realised you hadn’t brought a back up memory card.

‘Boss, I’m just going to head back to my office, I don’t have a back up memory card. I’ll be back ASAP.’ Klopp nodded distractedly, allowing you to sprint into the building, up the stairs and towards your office. Wrenching the door open and flying in to retrieve your memory card box, you closed the door behind you and ran back down the hallway towards the pitch.

As you hurried towards the pitch, you looked down at the memory card to make sure it was a big enough size to accommodate 90 minutes worth of photos. Before you could read it, however, you collided with a firm chest.

‘Oof!’ The sound came out of your mouth automatically, and you looked up to see… ‘Mason!’ you squeaked. His face mirrored your shocked emotions, almost like he wasn’t expecting to see you here.

‘Y/N…’ his voice was quiet, almost pained. Looking into his eyes, you could see he was replaying the last time you spoke.

‘Go, just go.’

The last words he said to you. Not even a goodbye.

‘I, er… what are you doing here?’ he asked. You quirked an eyebrow.

‘Well, I work here,’ you replied coolly. He grimaced at his stupid question.

‘Right, yeah… sorry.’ The awkward pause that followed was almost as painful as the time you last saw each other. ‘So, how’ve you been?’

‘I gotta go, Klopp must be wondering where I am.’ You spoke at the same time, making it even more awkward.

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#4

‘gIrLs WaTcH f1 FoR pReTtY dRiVeRs’ bestie have you SEEN these cars??

336 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

#3

Questions & Surprises - Mason Mount

a/n: so i wrote this in lit about an hour on the plane at 36,000ft so if it's rubbish let's blame that x sorry it's so short also stay tuned to the end for the surprise x

What struck Mason from the moment he met you was your confidence. He’ll admit that he was a bit cocky, and assumed that you’d be scared to talk to him, Ben and Reece when your mutual friend introduced you to them, but he was surprised (in a good way) when you immediately struck up a conversation with them. Your conversations spread all the way from football, in which you had a small amount of knowledge, to travel to discussing what you did for your job. 

Your answer was ‘content creation’, and Mason was even more intrigued. So, you spent the rest of the night talking him through everything about being a YouTuber, from planning and scheduling content to analytics (which was your personal favourite thing about being a YouTuber; you loved statistics and demographics). 

As your relationship with Mason grew, so did your following and subscriber count as people figured out who you were and your relationship with him. Your GRWM videos started to include ‘GRWM for match days’ and travel vlogs. Your view counts skyrocketed, with your most popular video being the Champions League win, titled ‘THEY WON!!!😭💙’. The fans absolutely loved your relationship with Mason, seeing how happy you made him and how you supported him. Even when your videos weren’t entirely related to football match days, you still incorporated Mason into the process, and you loved seeing how into it he got. One of his favourite things was to watch you edit, muttering to yourself about ‘how do I go about moving that’ and ‘now I need to detach that audio’, and occasionally muttering swearwords to yourself when you fucked up. 

Your favourite videos to film were Q&A’s and would you rather with Mason. It offered fans a rare glimpse of life into their favourite couple, and it was what you were filming today. 

You and Mason had sat down on the sofa with the camera stood opposite you, house slowly starting to be decorated for Christmas.

‘Ready?’ You asked, about to hit record. 

‘Course babe, I’m always ready!’ His response made you snicker, and you started to record. 

‘What’s up, guys, it’s me Y/N!’ You started with your signature introduction. ‘And I’m here today with my boyfriend, Mason!’ He laughed as you started to cheer quietly. You made a mental note to add a crowd applause sound effect in while you were editing. 

‘Hi guys,’ he said, almost shyly. 

‘Today we are going to be answering some questions you guys asked us over on my Instagram. What do you reckon they’re going to ask us, Mase?’ Mason’s heart fluttered at the nickname you had for him, then he started to laugh. 

‘“When are you getting married?!”’ You both started laughing at that; it was definitely the most asked question, seeing as you guys had been dating for nearly four years. His own family had started asking the same question. Little did they know that Mason had a sneaky plan up his sleeve. 

‘Okay, okay, let’s get into it!’ You pulled out your phone to read the questions. ‘First question: “Mason, what was your first impression of Y/N?”’ Mason cocked his head to think about the question for a moment. 

‘I think what really struck me was your confidence, like a lot of people are very shy when they meet me, not to sound big-headed or anything. But you were so confident and walked right up to us and struck up a conversation, it was really refreshing. And obviously you’re very beautiful.’ You smiled shyly. 

‘Aww, babe, isn’t he a cutie?’ He returned your smile, and the fans would soon see how much adoration he had for you just in that smile. ‘Next question, “Y/N, what’s your dream company to collab with?”. Hmmm, there are so many, and so many amazing brands that I’ve already had the privilege of working with, but I’m gonna have to say National Geographic. I’ve been a Nat Geo fan ever since I can remember, when other kids my age were watching Thomas the Tank Engine, I was watching dinosaur documentaries or scaring myself with documentaries about airplanes crashing.’ You turned to look at Mason, whose face was a mixture of amusement and concern. 

‘You’re weird.’ You shrugged.

‘Indeed, but look where it got me!’ The fans loved these kinds of exchanges between the two of you; full of banter yet also full of love and mutual respect. Yours was a relationship many can only dream of. You made sure you reminded yourself every day of how lucky you were to have a man like him. 

The questions continued for another ten or fifteen minutes, and then you started to close it down.

‘Alright guys, unfortunately that’s all we have time for today! We…’ 

‘Actually, Y/N,’ Mason interrupted you, making you look over at him in confusion. ‘I have one question myself.’ He dug around in his pockets, and your eyes filled with tears when he pulled out a little red box. ‘Will you marry me?’ You looked at him, bewildered and delighted all at once, before looking over at the camera.

‘This isn’t staged, I promise you, are you being serious?’ He nodded, grinning. 

‘Course I’m serious, darlin’! You’re the love of my life and I can’t imagine spending my life without anyone else. So, will you marry me?’ He opened the box, and you saw the prettiest ring you’d ever seen in your entire life. You nodded fiercely, tears spilling over your cheeks as you pulled him in for a hug. 

‘Yes, yes, of course I will!’ You choked out a sob, pulling back from the hug to let him slide the ring onto your finger. It sparkled in the reflection of your studio lights, making you sob again. ‘Oh god, Mase it’s beautiful,’ you mumbled through the tears. 

‘I love you, darling.’ You brought your hands up to his face and gently held it as you kissed him happily, smiling into the kiss. Before it got too heated, you remembered you were on camera, so you pulled apart. Vaguely aware your mascara was probably running down your cheeks, you threw your arm around Mason’s neck. 

‘Okay, now that we’re definitely finished, thanks everyone for watching, I hope you enjoyed this video, see you next time! We’re engaged!’ You showed the camera your ring, before pressing the record button again to stop the recording. You looked over at Mason, who had an incomprehensible expression on his face. ‘How long have you been planning that?’ He shrugged.

‘Since June’s Q&A.’ Your jaw dropped.

‘You’ve been planning it for five months?!’ He grinned. 

‘Wanted to make sure you weren’t expecting it.’ 

‘Well you definitely succeeded in that.’ 

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#2

people on twt saying ‘hIs CaReEr Is OvEr BeCaUsE oF hEr’ no. his career is over because of HIS actions and his actions alone. abuse is abuse, doesn’t matter who you are, what your job is or how much you earn.

410 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hottest D.I.L.F - Pierre Gasly

A/N cat finally published a fic after seven months, who cheered !! anyway this is my first pierre fic and i'm lowkey proud of it ??? sry there's not rly much 'dad!pierre' but maybe it could b a series?? if u know what i mean?? anyway let's get into it!!

It really was not very often that Pierre was home. With his hectic schedule, he was away for days, sometimes even weeks. It was very hard for you, especially when you first got together just over five years ago, but even harder now that you had an 18 month old daughter to think about. 

However, there was no doubting Pierre’s devotion to you and little Amélie. Any chance he got to take his girls to a race and show his baby off to his fellow drivers, he took it with both hands. Amélie had come to be a regular in the paddock, and all the drivers loved meeting and interacting with the little girl. 

When Pierre was home, though, it was like everything that had happened in your lives before you met had led to this exact moment. The laughs you shared, the stories you told, the love you had for both each other and the little human you created… it was like something out of a fairytale. Many happy evenings were shared on the balcony in your home near Nice, Amélie fast asleep in her cot with you and Pierre sharing a glass of wine (for him) and a soft drink (for you, as you were still breastfeeding) only a few metres away. 

One such day, during the summer F1 break, your work day had been… less than ideal. You worked at a high-end restaurant as an events co-ordinator, and your customers were infamous for being very difficult and demanding. You’d spent the first half of the day trying to persuade one client to not use one caterer (who was notorious for either poor food quality or just not turning up at all), and the other half of the day trying to persuade a colleague that a collaboration between the two of you would be highly beneficial. Much to your chagrin, neither venture had gone in your favour. 

Fumbling with the keys to your home, you unlocked the door and kicked your heels off, dumping your bag on the small dresser by the front door. You made a mental note to yourself to check your files at the weekend. 

The house was eerily quiet. Normally, when Pierre was home and looking after Amélie, your home would be vibrant with the giggles of a daughter laughing at her father doing some weird shit, or her bouncing away in her bouncer while he played F1 2022 (while stealing glances every few seconds to make sure she was okay). 

Today, though, the halls were silent. No baby giggles, no goofy dad jokes, and definitely no sounds of pixelated Formula 1 cars. 

‘Hello?’ you whispered. You made your way through the hall, before coming across the sweetest scene you had ever witnessed.

Pierre and Amélie were stretched out on the floor, on her baby mat and below her mobiles (of F1 cars, of course), both fast asleep. She was on her back, arms lazily flopped on the floor above her head, while her father was on his side; he probably fell asleep like that to make sure that she fell asleep before he did, as he hated sleeping on his side. 

You whipped your phone out and took a picture of the scene in front of you, before quietly stepping forward and gently knocking Pierre’s foot with your own. 

‘Oi.’ Another nudge with your foot, slightly harder than the last time. ‘Don’t make me mimic Daniel and yell your name obnoxiously loudly.’ The Frenchman finally stirred, looking around blearily to see who had dared wake him from his slumber. You did feel a bit bad, as the season was a few days away from getting underway again, but you wanted to spend some time with your husband before your daughter woke up from her sort-of-planned nap. 

‘Bonjour, amour,’ he mumbled as he got up to wrap his arms around you. ‘Good day?’ You shrugged, relishing his embrace. Your head instinctively rested on his chest and you let out a contented sigh. 

‘Typical rude customers, typical crusty old boss. What else is new?’ Pierre chuckled. He broke apart from the embrace slightly to cup your face with his hands. 

‘Quit. I’ll support you.’ You made a face. 

‘I’m grateful for the offer but you know I like being independent.’ 

‘Go part time at least.’ It was indeed tempting, and you had thought about reducing your hours, but that was a conversation and a decision for another day. Right now, you had a husband to catch up with and dinner to make together. You stood up on your tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss. 

‘I’ll think about it. What do you want for dinner? We’ve got some lasagne leftovers, or I can do a pasta bake with something, or we could order in, or…’ Your sentence was interrupted by your daughter stirring on her floor mat, obviously recognising her mother’s voice. ‘There’s my little star, how are you, Ammy?’ 

As Pierre watched you pick up your baby and hold her close to your chest, his heart swelled with love for his girls. He had known since the moment he met you that you were the one for him, but there were several moments that stuck out to him in which he knew that he was going to spend the rest of your lives together, and one of those moments was six months before he proposed to you, when you had just given birth to Ammy. 

‘Je t’aime, amour,’ he whispered to you. Your eyes met and you shared a sweet smile, before your attention returned to Amélie, who had started fussing. 

‘Bonjour, my little petal, how are you?’ You gently lifted her out of her bouncer and into her chest. She giggled at the attention from her mother, playing with your hair with her tiny fists. ‘Ow, ow, darling, that hurts.’ Though your words could have come across as scolding, your gentle laughs as she figured out the texture and waved your hair around negated the slight pain as she pulled the strands from your scalp. 

Pierre watched, completely transfixed by his two favourite girls. He’d always wanted kids, especially a daughter, but this was a million times better than what he had ever imagined. 

After you had had dinner on the sofa watching a new season of Below Deck, you tucked Amélie into her cot and put her little nightlight on. You said your usual goodnights to her, as you gently kissed her soft baby hair on the top of her head. She smelled of her baby lotion, of vanilla and fresh laundry. It was one of your favourite smells. 

‘Goodnight, my angel, mama and papa love you so much. Sleep tight.’ You closed the door as quietly as you could. 

‘Amour, where are you?’ Pierre’s voice chimed in from your master bedroom. 

‘Just coming, darling, I’m just down the hall,’ your voice softly echoed down the hall. Pierre was always the protective type, especially when you joined him in the paddock, but since you had Amélie, his protectiveness had grown tenfold. If you were just at home, though, it was probably just him being a clingy bastard (not that you really minded). 

You joined him in the huge four-poster bed, snuggling into his side. It was moments like this you missed the most; just you and him, alone from the world and having some time to yourselves. You loved Amélie, of course you did, but every couple needs time just for each other. 

‘Would you prefer it if I was here more?’ Pierre’s question made you sit up and look at him, bemused.

‘What do you mean, babe?’ He shrugged.

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