#i’ve met so many awesome people love her just as much too

[chloe-skywalker]

You Know Each Other? - Paul Lahote

Paul x Fem!reader

Emmet x friend reader

Warnings: Jealously?

Word count: 934

Summary: Paul getting extremely protective over his imprint the reader. When they meet up with the Cullens and it turns out Y/n and Emmet know eachother and are really close friends.

Arthors Note: I like putting Paul with a strong reader cause I think his imprint would have to be very strong and opinionated to be able to put up with him. Everyone puts him with these shy little wallflowers and I get that it's cute and he’d be protective and sweet but no one puts him with someone who would challenge him on occasions.

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Twilight Masterlist

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“That last name sounds familiar.” Y/n wondered out loud as they were talking about their plans for tomorrow. The last name sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it.

“Cullen?” Paul questioned confused on how she would know that name. She hadn’t been in Forks long enough.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah. But I can’t place where from.”

“Hmmm.” Paul hummed but Y/n could tell what he was thinking.

“No, Paul.” Y/n turned her head to him as he readjusted himself on their couch.

“What?” Paul said playing innocent but he knew she knew.

“I know that look.” Y/n stated poking Paul in the chest.

“What look? I’m not doing a look.” Paul raised his hands up in mock surrender.

“Yes, you are and I’m going.” Y/n nodded and gave him a strict look with her eyes. She was going whether he liked it or not.

“Sometimes I hate how well you know me.” Paul growled out frustrated but he knew there was no stopping her.

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“Just stay close to me. Please.” Paul pleaded to Y/n as they pulled up to the clearing where the pack and the Cullens were meeting up. Just to update each other on things and hang out, have some fun. Ever since they had to team up together things had been good between the two groups.

“I’ll do what I want when I want. You don’t own me.” Y/n turned to look at him as she spoke. “I love that you're protective of me but they're not going to hurt me so, chill. Please.”

“You’re lucky your my imprint.” he grumbled pulling her into his chest and kissing her. Not many people could talk to him like that and live.

“An that you love me.” Y/n smiled up at him goofy.

“Yeah, that too.” Paul nodded mirroring her smile before they kissed again.

“y/n?” Someone said and Y/n pulled away from Paul who had decided to tickle her upon hearing her name. Even the voice sounded familiar.

“Emmett?” Y/n looked over shocked to see him there.

“Well holy shit girl!” Emmett ran towards her and Y/n meet him in the middle. He picked her up in a big tight hug, spinning her around. Y/n could see Rosalie smiling over at them.

“Long time no see Em!” Y/n laughed happily, hugging him back tight as well.

“How’ve you been girly?” Emmett asked as he put her down with a smile on his face. It had been a year or two since they had seen each other.

“I’ve been great. What about you? If I knew you were one of the Cullen’s in town I would’ve tried to contact you earlier.” Y/n answered nodding, it was great getting to see him again. Y/n had met all the Cullen’s a few years back. She knew what they were and didn’t care, she had missed them. At least now she knew some people in town.

Y/n had met Paul out of Forks and came back with him to visit and so he could explain the imprint thing better. So she didn’t really know anyone in the town she had pretty much moved into.

“Been awesome and don’t worry about it. But hey do you live in town now?” he asked smiling, Emmett couldn’t help it he missed the girl he thought of as a sister.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, now I do. I’m Lahote’s imprint.”

“Pauls imprint?” Emmett raised his eyebrows in shock.

“Yeah, that's right.” Paul said gruffly as he approached the two. It was no secret how Paul Emmett didn’t get along. An now his imprint seemed to be good friends with his enemy.

Y/n smacked Paul's shoulder. “Cool it.”

“Nah, he’s ok Y/n/n. Just protecting his girl. Even though I’m no threat.” Emmett shrugged off Paul's aggressive nature. He’d do the same thing. Whether it was Rosalie or even Y/n.

“Hmmm.” Paul hummed with a scowl on his face.

“We’re good friends Paul. Emmett’s like a brother to me.” Y/n stated with an eye roll directed to her boyfriend.

“Yeah, man. She’s like a little sister to me. I will tell you though, your a lucky man to have her.” Emmett said, it was honestly a compliment towards Paul but even Emmett had the sense to know Paul probably wouldn’t take it as one.

“Oh, he knows.” Y/n smiled over in Paul's direction next to her. She was joking but Paul knew it was true.

Emmett laughed. “I’m sure he does. But if you ever hurt her I will come after you. Got it?”

To say Paul was shocked, about multiple things would be an understatement. But he nodded to the vampires’ statement. “Yeah.”

With that Emmett left the new couple be and headed back over to Rosalie and Alice.

Y/n turned to face Paul, stepping closer to him. “I’m yours you can cool the hostility.”

Paul looked at her and sighed shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”

“I get your mortal enemies or whatever but he’s one of my bestest most close friends. Can you please just try? For me?” Y/n asked giving him her best puppy dog eyes she could.

Paul rolled his eyes but nodded none the less. He’d do anything for her, even try and be friends or at least sivial with Emmett Cullen. “For you.”

Y/n smiled placing her hands on his shoulder, using them as leverage to lean up and kiss him. She was truly grateful that he would try for her.

Tag:

@gruffle1

#y/n #x y/n #x reader #imagine #imagines #twilight #twilight imagines #the twilight saga #twilight saga #twilight imagine #twilight wolves #emmett cullen x reader #emmett cullen #paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote imagines #paul lahote x reader #wolves #imprint

[cissyenthusiast010155]

hi! was wondering if i could please request a Clarissa Dovey x reader fic? i have an idea but if there’s anything you want to change that’s completely okay! reader is constantly seeking Clarissa’s praise and Lesso calls reader out on it in front of Dovey and says reader probably has a crush on her. maybe some smut? praise kink and mommy kink? you’re one of the few people i’ve found who writes for Clarissa so i really wanted to send a request for her! that and i know whatever you write it’ll be amazing! i absolutely love Leonora too but it feels like Dovey is super soft and i’ve been craving softness and just being called someone’s sweet girl a lot recently 😅 if you don’t feel like writing this it’s totally okay! i hope you’re having an awesome day/night! ☺️

p.s. sorry this request is so long my brain tends to over explain all its thoughts 😅

Heyyy anon (: I would love to write this. I agree, some softness is needed sometimes. Thanks for the request ☺️

My Princess~Clarissa Dovey xFem Ever Librarian!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, praise kink, mommy kink, etc.

Medium blurb

Enjoy (;

The new semester had started. You were the new Ever librarian. Everyone had been most welcoming for the most part.

You and Anemone had become friends quite quickly.

Lady Lesso and you always had some sort of quip to throw at one another.

But Clarissa Dovey…

You didn’t know what to do with yourself about Clarissa…

She was just…

Something else entirely…

You couldn’t help yourself…

Every time she came into library, you were always as helpful as you could be.

At all Staff meetings, you welcomed the task of taking notes and asking as many questions to Clarissa as you could.

But even with all this, you were still a blubbering mess around her…

You were sitting at the staff dining table for lunch next to Anemone as always when…

“Oh my! It seems I forgot my silverware…” Clarissa exclaimed.

“Oh, I’ll go get you a pair!” you immediately quipped back.

But before you could properly get up and go grab some silverware, Leonora chuckled.

You went and got the silverware and came back, handing it to Clarissa.

“Thank you Y/N. Your always so sweet.” Clarissa thanked you.

You blushed at her words.

“Oh my god…” Leonora groaned, “Clarissa how much of an idiot are you?”

Clarissa looked at Lesso with confusion.

Leonora chuckled again, as you just stood there not knowing what to do, “Isn’t it obvious? Y/N clearly has a praise kink…”

You gulped, making direct eye contact with Leonora before quickly looking back at Clarissa. Your face had gone red.

“Uh… umm… I’m gonna go to the library…” you stuttered out, leaving the dining hall before anyone could say a single word.

You spent the rest of the day and evening in your private quarters. You didn’t know what to do… You couldn’t bear confronting Clarissa after earlier… Your anxiety couldn’t bear it…

You lost track of the hours, and you missed dinner.

Suddenly, you heard a knock on your door. Not too harsh, soft but able to be heard.

You didn’t answer it, but you also didn’t tell them not to come in.

“Y/N?”

It was Clarissa…

“Love, are you alright? You weren’t at dinner… I’m gonna come in, alright?” she caringly said through the door.

She opened the door gently and stepped inside. You didn’t meet her gaze.

Clarissa came over to your bedside, gently tugging your chin to meet her eyes.

“Look at me, love.”

You gulped and looked up.

She was wearing her nightgown…

Clarissa lightly chuckled, “My eyes are up here, princess…”

You blushed yet again, moving your eyes to meet hers.

Clarissa slowly leaned into you, “Let me know if somethings not ok, ok love?” she whispered.

You nodded.

“Words, princess. I need words.”

“Yes Ma’am” you whimpered.

Her lips then connected with yours. They were soft and delicate yet directive. You met her passion, moaning into the kiss.

“Such a good girl…” Clarissa praised you, eliciting another moan from your lips.

Clarissa broke the kiss and gently pushed you on the bed underneath her straddling you.

She began toying with your pajamas as she spoke, “So… I assume Leonora was right earlier today?”

You whimpered, “Yes Ma’am.”

She gently chuckled.

With a wave of her hand, your clothes were all on the floor…

“Please… please…” you whispered.

“What do you want, princess? Hmmm? Use your words, darling?” Clarissa hummed, while removing her own robe.

“I… just fuck me…! Please god, mommy…!” You groaned, bucking your hips to meet Clarissa’s divine body.

“Hmmm… That’s it, Darling… such a good girl for mommy…” Clarissa praised, as she began circling your clit with her fingers.

“Yes… please mommy…!” you moaned in need.

“Such a good girl…” Clarissa lavished you with praise, bringing you closer to your edge.

She then began gently thrusting her finger into your soaked pussy.

“Oh my… Is this all for mommy?” Clarissa practically moaned in delight at your wetness.

“Yes…fuck! All for you mommy…” you mewled, “please… faster…!”

Clarissa hummed in delight and picked up her pace as well as adding a second finger inside you.

You squirmed underneath her, close to your high…

“Awww… Does my good girl wanna cum?” Clarissa purred.

“Yes… please, mommy! Wanna cum…” you breathlessly begged her.

“Alright, you can cum, princess.” Clarissa hummed, “Cum for mommy, good girl…”

You’d never had an orgasm like this one before… you swore you saw stars… Your pussy clenched against her fingers as soon as she said those words… your hands scrunched around your bed, your lips releasing cries of pleasure on repeat, your head thrown back, eyes rolled back…

“That’s it, love.” Clarissa cooed as she helped you down from your high.

She kissed you again.

“You did so good for mommy. So good.”

#clarissa dovey #clarissa dovey smut #clarissa dovey x reader #professor dovey #professor dovey smut #professor dovey x reader #dovey smut #dean of good #professor clarissa dovey #professor clarissa dovey smut #professor clarissa dovey x reader #the school for good and evil angst #school for good and evil angst #the school for good and evil smut #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil smut #school for good and evil fanfic #school for good and evil #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? #mommy #mommys little girl #mommy k!nk #mommy issues #mommys princess

[frogtossing]

i had such an amazing time in Cologne yesterday… i feel extremely hungover but it’s was so worth it.

it was so so nice to hang out with @echoes-of-mia again, you’re literally the chillest person ever irl and it was so fun to experience the concert with you :D 🫶

i met so many cool people while queueing (like the lovely @mogoce-nocoj who i got to talk with some more after the concert :D (even if i might have been a bit quiet, i was still processing the concert :P)), literally the best queue experience i’ve had compared to the other concerts i’ve been to (which were also nice!!! but i was a bit too shy to engage with people so i missed out a bit on the community aspect of queueing :<). i got so many cute bracelets and in turn got to give out a couple of mine :3. and i got some fucking beautiful stickers!!! the insanely pretty Kris sticker by the talented @autoantonyms and the stunning ASTP + Joker Out Köln stickers by @/vem.da.kris on Instagram!!!! so sad that the Dopamin fan project didn’t work out :( i really hoped they’d played it!!!

the concert itself was so so fun. before the show started, someone handed me those slay pose glasses and they’re so fucking cool??? and i also hastily traded some more bracelets inbetween the openers :D

also, wow, the stage design by @as-artrat-racik was so fucking beautiful in real life. i was genuinely floored by it!!!! and once the concert started, he first thing i noticed was everybody’s hair???? a bit random but Bojan’s hair looked super nice (like the length it’s at atm???) and omg, Nace mullet real????? + it’s impressive how long Kris’ hair has gotten again, compared to the last time i saw him on stage :0.

and i’m so glad i decided to abstain from listening to any recordings of any of the new songs because let me tell you, experiencing Šta Bih Ja live for the first time was a fucking religious experience. that song fucks so hard i need it injected into my veins IMMEDIATELY. and i love how they were peer pressured by the crowd to play Schlager even if it wasn’t planned LMAO. and it was such a pleasant surprise too! such a fun song which really reminded me a lot of some of Arctic Monkey’s calmer songs (like Mad Sounds). showed my recording of it to my mom earlier today and she said it might be her new favorite of theirs and that i should tell her once it’s out haha.

i love the incorporation of a keyboard in their shows now!!! Metulji with Jan on the keyboard was so nice, as was Everybody’s Waiting!! and i gotta say, i’m not a fan of EW but hearing it live was so so nice. i loved the staging of it all so much??? with it starting off by Bojan being all alone on stage, playing the keyboard and then slowly the others join him.. it was so awesome!!! never thought it would hit so differently live :0

the UM karaoke was so much fun and i heard so many lovely voices but i lost complete track of Bojan at some point 😭 he just vanished lmao.. also Sector 5 walked right past me??? i didn’t realize who they were at first and i just went ‘wait a sec those people look familiar’, so that was fun HAHA.

i got some merch after the concert and whew, that was maybe the most stressful part of the concert. poor Vita was the only one working at the merch stand and it was obvious that she was a bit stressed by the masses of people flocking to it :(. i love the shirt i got, even if i wanted to by the black tour shirt at first :D

i wish i could have given Nace the bracelet i made for him all the way back in June/July of last year (when i wasn’t even sure if id ever get to see JO live :’3) but it’s okay, ill be taking it as in excuse to see them live once again if i get the chance to 💪 (ill be earning my own money soon so that means i might be able to attend international gigs as well :D!) who knows what the future holds!

TLDR; I had an extremely fun time, Joker Out are so worth it to see live and there are so many amazing and talented fans out there, it blows me away every time. i’m really happy to be a part of this fandom <3

#had to get this out :3 #sorry if it’s a bit rambly my head is a mess!! #steph rambles #joker out cologne

[numberonecameraman]

📢 Champions

When the Pokémon World Tournament happened a while ago, I was assigned to follow the contestants to get footage of them for the media. Never in my life have I met so many stuck-up, inconsiderate, and selfish people. I could talk about most of them for hours, so I’ll try to be brief.

Red was fine. He was extremely quiet, to the point he only said five words to me in almost a week of shadowing him. “Cool hat. I like it.” He also didn’t do much. He spent most of his days in the green room staring absentmindedly at a wall or playing with his Pokémon. Fine on paper, but the higher ups hated my footage since it wouldn’t make “good TV”. Not necessarily his fault but I associate the memory with him.

Blue… Imagine the most annoying teenager you’ve ever met times 10. I’m sure Blue could be a fine person in a vacuum, but since he was an “esteemed guest” at the PWT, he could essentially do whatever he wanted. I’ve never seen anyone eat as much as he did. He also loved being on camera. Every other second he would be pulling a stupid pose or asking me to record him during a practice battle. Just a pain to be around, overall.

Lance. The first words he said to me were, “Are you a fan of the Dragon Type?” That’s all he talked about to everyone and anyone he met for five days. Every second I spent with him was agony. The best part was when he challenged me to a battle right before he left and Laguna sweeped his team with Ice Beam, including his ““invincible”” Dragonite. Needless to say, he didn’t do as much bragging after that.

Steven is Lance with an off button. He loves rocks, he’s practically obsessed with them. The day we met he showed me his entire collection, which I have to admit was pretty cool. But after that, he rarely brought it up! He mostly kept to himself after that and even tried to have normal conversations with me. He also lives like a minimalist. He brought two bags to the event, one of which was entirely filled of duplicates of his standard suit. How he can afford those, I have no idea.

Wallace acted as though everywhere he went was the Nimbasa Music Theatre. Everything had to be a performance. Whether it was ordering food, talking to people, or signing autographs, every action was done with a dramatic flair. He also never stayed still for more than a few minutes. His catchphrase was, “You there [Me]! Let’s go someplace fun!”, even if it was 40 feet down the road. In his defense, a couple of them were pretty fun like the Marine Tube.

Cynthia and I seemed to share a “Let’s get this over with” attitude so we hit it off pretty well. However, despite getting along with her, I essentially became her answering machine. She would never make a decision without my input and it got old really fast. Her “body guard” Garchomp also took some getting used to. She’s a massive softie, but I think I still have rashes from her impromptu “hugs”.

I have mixed feelings on Alder. On one hand, he shot my dream of being Pokémon League Champion into the void. On the other hand, he seemed like a good person. He cared about my feelings and offered to talk with me about the Champion thing. Though that was more of a curse than a blessing. He loves to talk. A simple conversation about the weather can last up to 30 minutes. His jokes are terrible too. I want to like him, but never will.

Iris seemed like a repeat of the Blue situation at first. She was loud, bratty, and really irritating. But, as time went on, she calmed down and was genuinely fun to be around. She was incredibly mature but wasn’t afraid to be herself. Her team was awesome to see in battle too. If it weren’t for the horrendous first impression, she’d be my favorite Champion. Maybe I have a soft spot for kids.

That’s all the Champions I’ve met. I know there are others, but I can’t speak on them. From what I’ve seen, Diantha seems like a snob, the Alola League Champion is a boxer so I don’t know what to expect, Leon’s probably really stuck up, and I assume Geeta acts like my boss, which means I hate her by proxy.

#shouting into the void #rant post #long post #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotumblr #pkmn rp #pokemon rp #poketumblr #pokeblog roleplay #pkmn irl

[lifmera]

Hello,darling!!

First off,How are you,I hope you are well!

I just came across your blog and IT'S SO CUTE?? The pink???? It was like a magnet,i couldn't resist leaving an ask!

Anyways! Could I pretty please have a Hazbin hotel matchup?

My name is Nina (I also go by Weewoo),I'm a Bisexual demi-girl (she/they) with a slight male preference!

Personality wise,I'm rather childish- Energetic,and I try to be fun- I try to be kind to everyone,I love making friends! I guess i could add that I'm an ENFP? (If you wanna use that!)

For likes,I like bright and pastel colors (If I dress in black and white,something is wrong-),plushies,drawing,writing,people (that I know or that I feel a good vibe with),noise (as long as it's not overwhelming).

I love all types of music,too! I can't dance n'or sing well,but i enjoy those. Who cares if you don't know how to do things well? As long as you enjoy it,you can learn!

I guess I could add that I like lazy days. As long as I have people with me,staying at home is a yes. (Though I'm not against going outside sometimes.)

I hate being in silence and alone :( but I also hate crowds,because there's so many people I don't know it makes me feel alone,you know? Also being an outcast in an event,or a discussion,I wanna participate!!

My love languages are quality time and physical touch. I want to give quality time so that I get physical touch,you see the link?

Anyways,Anyways!!

I hope that's not too much info! I do talk a lot ^^''

I hope you enjoy writing this,and that you have an awesome day! Don't forget to drink and take breaks!

Stay proud!

-Nina <33

AWWW HELLO!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH CUTIE PIE 🩷🩷

AND YOU ARE SUCH A SWEETHEART!!

Honestly… i couldn’t choose in between her or Emily…

But i think i’ve got it!

I’ve decided to pair you with…. CHARLIE!

- from the first moment she met you, she LOVED YOU!!

- she herself doesnt dress in much other than red, but she LOVES pastel colors!!!

-Charlie would LOVE to hangout with you!! She’d think you are super fun!!

-She’d love you and beg you to become part of her staff, she thinks that NOBODY could ever dislike you

-even though you may not sing or dance well.. (according to you!! Maybe you can) SHE’D LOVEEE to do it anyways!

-Charlie feels the same way!! She hates silence, and will include you in EVERYTHING. even if you dont want to!

-Charlie would want you to write her stories, and she’d love if your ead them outloud! Just like the story about her

-I see your correlation!! Charlie would always spend time with you! And if you ever asked her to hold your hand or so more PDA she’d 1000% go running out of her way to do it.

-Charlie also loves that you dress in non depressing colors! She’d always compliment what outfit you wore that specific day!

-Charlie would enjoy any music, and she’d love to listen to anything with you as long as its a way of spending time with you. 🩷

-Lazy days are a huge plus to charlie! Especially if she’s been having a bad day :(. Like the one ep where find finds out about vaggie! She’d love to cuddle and just stay in bed and watch movies!

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THAT WAS ENOUGH INFO LOVE!! I love it when people talk cus i do too 🩷

I hope this was enough!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lilith #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin nifty #hazbin vaggie #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vox #hazbin velvette #hazbin adam #hazbin lute #hazbin emily #hazbin sera

[jrwi-transgender-swag]

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Ashe Winters

"trans swag just in gen tbh. but also there have been WAY too many people out of the jrwi fandom who thinks cannonly shes a tgirl who uses she her" - Submitted For Transfem Swag "so transgender even the people outside the fandom know she's a girl. her name is a she after all" - Submitted For Transfem Swag "self explanatory. but also i’ve unintentionally tricked like three people i know irl and like majority of my non-jrwi mutuals into thinking she’s canon girl." - Submitted For Transfem Swag "He's got so much transgender swag that nobody can figure out exactly what flavour of trans he is. But he certainly Is transgender!" - Submitted For Transmasc + Nonbinary Swag "(gestures)" - Submitted For Transfem Swag "TRANSFEM TUESDAY ‼️SHES THE MOST EVER TRANSGENDER" - Submitted For All Swag "I mean…" - Submitted For Transfem Swag "Ashe Winters has so much trans swag that the fandom can’t decide on what pronouns to use. I’m here to make you consider: transmasc Ashe" - Submitted For Transmasc Swag

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Jasmine Drake

"CANONICAL FTM CHARACTER!!!! And he/they user, never met a he/they that wasn't sick as hell. His design is awesome they're so smooth and silly plus who doesn't love a flirtatious character (Jazz 🤝 Caspian) vote Jazz to support a black trans gay man!!" - Submitted For Transmasc Swag "its canon. also he has the swag (lip bite emoji)" - Submitted For Transmasc Swag Literally canonically trans. Also i love him <3 - Submitted For Transmasc Swag

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#jrwi trans tournament #jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi riptide #jrwi ashe winters #ashe winters #jrwi ashe #ashe jrwi #jrwi jasmine drake #jasmine drake #jrwi captain jazz #jrwi jazz drake

[happilysmythe]

❥ 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪

matt poitras.

word count: 3.0k

no warnings

"if you'll have me, i want you" — stephen sanchez

A/N: this fic was anonymously requested! thank you so much! i love mattyp and i was super excited because i got to rewrite an old fic that i wrote about him that i hated...happy reading!

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MATT

“Congrats on the goal, Beech.”

I wrapped an arm around Johnny’s shoulder, giving him a brief pat on the back as I made my way to my stall.

“Thanks, Pots,” he chuckled. “I thought it was a pretty good shot, too. Definitely one of my better goals, anyway.”

“Given that I haven’t exactly seen your other ones, I’ll just have to take your word for it,” I laughed, stepping past him to sit down. I removed my jersey and hung it up, then lifted my padding from my shoulders and above my head. “Doesn’t it feel, like, really good?”

“Feels awesome,” he confirmed with a smile. “I feel like I’ve had so many missed scoring chances. Felt great to actually capitalize on one, y’know?”

“I know. I still can’t believe you missed that shot a few weeks ago,” I nudged his shoulder. “It was practically an open net, dude.”

“I know, I know. But hey, I made up for it, right?”

“Sure did.”

I leaned over and untied my skates, then pulled them off and stowed them away. It wasn’t long before the padding on my knees was on the seat beside me. As I stood up to pack everything away, a familiar face came into view. I extended my hand out to pat his shoulder.

“Congrats, man.”

“Thanks,” Mason smiled, then continued forward.

I picked up the skates and covered the blades, then stored them in my bag, afterward grabbing a towel to wipe my face and hair. Johnny turned to face me again as he removed the laces from his skates.

“You talked to Emery at all?”

Emery.

I met her back in 9th grade. We had a few classes together. A lot of people told us that our friendship seemed to come out of nowhere, but we always used to say it was because of how fast we clicked. We got close fast.

She was always my biggest fan, through and through. Especially when nobody else seemed to be. Through each year of high school, she stuck by my side even when she wasn’t obligated to, and I was always grateful for that. She never doubted me. She was, in complete honesty, one of the reasons I became the player I turned out to be.

When I got drafted, she was over the moon. She even baked a cake that said Future NHL Bruin on it, which I was later told that she decorated herself. Told me she had to teach herself, which resulted in three failed cakes and almost an entire day lost. The thing is, I never could’ve predicted just how soon I’d be playing in the NHL when I was initially drafted. 

I’ve missed her.

Leaving was the hardest part. Because I would now be based in Boston, I knew that saying goodbye to her would be difficult to do. Though it wasn’t going to be forever, it would be a long time before I could visit home to see her again. I would be moving countries and completely uprooting my life for a larger chunk of time than I would’ve liked to think about. Even in the times that I was able to visit home, it was never for long. At least, not long enough.

I lived in a hotel for the beginning of the season, but the Bruins recently made the decision to keep me, so they worked out somewhere for me to stay long-term. That’s when Johnny and I began living together in the North End in Boston. The day that Don Sweeney called me in to tell me that I’d be staying lifted a massive weight off of my shoulders; one that I’d been carrying since the pre-season. Although I’d been kept, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t still trying to make the team.

I remember receiving a text from Emery that day.

hey, matty. i heard you’re staying with the bruins! that’s great. i’m so happy for you. i hope you can visit home soon so i can see you. i miss you.

I’ve kept it in the back of my mind, since. And it wasn’t just because I missed my friend.

It was because I’d grown to feel for her in more ways than one. We started off platonically, but it wasn’t long before I began to notice myself admiring her, feeling comforted by her presence…how, no matter the case, I seemed to always be happy with her. Not to mention the growing urge to kiss her whenever I got as little as a few inches away from her.

So, as anyone could imagine, leaving her was one of the hardest things I had to do.

“Uh, no,” I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts as I turned to face Johnny. “No, I haven’t talked to her.”

Having taken the hint, he nodded and faced forward again, then silently continued to undress.

- - -

EMERY

The simple term “miss” was nothing but an understatement.

I first felt disconnected from Matt when he started playing for the Guelph Storm. Although I saw him less, he was still based close to home, so I couldn’t complain all that much. But this?

This was ten times worse.

Though I refused to let anyone see it, I was hurting. I knew he was happy—I would never and could never take that away from him. And on top of that, I was beyond proud of him, regardless of how disappointed I might have felt. All I’ve ever wanted for him is for him to be successful in doing what he loves, and since he was doing just that, all I could be was happy. 

Still, it didn’t eradicate the pain.

As I sat on my couch, I pulled out my phone, deciding to open and scroll through Twitter mindlessly in the quiet of my living room. Since I’ve ironically loved hockey my whole life, my timeline was filled with it. Notably that night, someone reposted a video from a game that landed about 2 months ago.

Matt’s first NHL goal.

He looked so happy. God, he was. The short clip pushed the memory of him calling me that night to the front of my mind, bringing a disheartened smile to my face as I watched it replay on my screen. I only wished that I didn’t have to see him through a screen as much as I now did, to receive a hug from him just to hold me over. But I couldn’t.

I placed my phone on the couch next to me as I laid back on the cushions, then looked out into the darkness of my living room. My eyes fixated on the entryway as my mind retraced the day that he showed up at my door before he left.

I shot up from the couch as the knock sounded at my door--the noise I’d been anticipating worriedly all day. As the door swung open Matthew came into view, his expression devoid of happiness.

“Hi,” he spoke, lips slightly downturned.

“Hi, Matty.” Stepping away, I motioned my head off to the side. “Come in.”

He walked in and I carefully shut the door, then turned to face my saddened best friend behind me. “I don’t have much time.”

“I know, Matt…I know.” I tightened my lips into a flat line, swallowing the lump that formed before sighing deeply. “How long will you be gone for…?”

“I don’t know. Could be weeks, could be months…Honestly, Em, I really don’t,” he spoke once again, a frown contorting his lips. “I can only say that it’ll be a while.”

A silent nod was all I could muster up, words deciding not to come as easily to me as normal. I sniffed, trying my best to stay strong in what could’ve been the last time I’d see him for the unforeseeable future. If I started to cry, even just slightly, I knew that I wouldn’t stop. So I kept it in, deciding to hold it for just a little while longer until he was gone. “How long until you have to leave?”

“A few minutes, max,” he shrugged. “I just had to say goodbye.”

Unsure of how long it would be until I could do it again, I took a step forward and threw my arms around him, draping them over his shoulders as I pulled him in tightly. He responded instantly, wrapping his around my midsection to do the same. 

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” I breathed, words muffled by his shoulder.

Though my body tried its best to resist, a tear shed, sliding down my cheek and onto the fabric of his shirt. It was bound to happen considering how long I’d been holding it. Keeping it bottled in no longer seemed to be an option. The person that made me happiest was leaving—it wasn’t surprising that I let myself go.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Matt.”

“It’s okay,” he reassured me softly. “But I have to go.”

“I know,” I croaked out, pulling away. “I know.”

I sniffed, then let out a shaky breath as I fronted a weak smile. I used the back of my hand to wipe the few tears that had fallen against my wishes, then took another breath in an attempt to steady myself momentarily.

“I’m going to call you, and I’m going to text you,” he spoke sincerely, gaze aligning with mine, “and I’m going to make sure that we stay in touch, okay?”

“Okay,” I repeated back to him. “Goodbye, Matt. I’ll miss—”

“Don’t,” he shook his head, hands moving down to take mine and hold them tightly for just a moment. “I’ll see you soon.”

With one final squeeze of my hands, he stepped back and let go, then started for the door. He opened it slowly and stopped for a moment, looking over his shoulder, just enough to see me. He remained silent, displaying a soft expression on his face; a look laced with affection and sadness, but one that brought me as little as an ounce of comfort knowing that he felt the same as I did. 

“I’ll miss you, too,” he whispered, then turned back and walked out, closing the door behind him.

And finally, I broke down.

The same sensation of tears staining my cheeks returned as I snapped back into the present, wiping my cheeks dry with my sleeve before picking up my phone once more. Before I could stop myself, I opened my messages and scrolled down to Matthew’s contact, opening it up and reading over the last message that he’d sent to me. It was at the end of a conversation from the day after he was chosen to stay with the team.

I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon. I miss you

I left the app open, silently holding my phone in front of my face as I continued to read the text over again. I’ll talk to you soon, he said. It’s been almost two months since that day. How far away do you have to stretch from a day to pass soon?

I miss you.

I decided to head off to bed, standing up and making my way to my bedroom. I climbed into bed, then turned on my side and focused my attention on the clock that sat atop the bedside table in front of me. 11 o’clock.

In an attempt to fall asleep, I closed my eyes, but it didn’t work out as I had planned. Something within me was uneasy. I wanted to talk to him.

So I reached over and grabbed my phone, then searched for his contact and called him. It rang once, twice, three times…a few more before the inevitable voicemail played. Dejectedly, I hung up, placing my phone back down in its spot and silently staring at the time once more. For the first time in weeks, I struggled to blink back my tears.

I missed hearing him talk, seeing him. I missed his voice, his smile, his laugh. His corny little jokes that nobody would laugh at and how easily he’d get shy in public. I missed how his hair would blow around when he skated. I missed the way I could talk to him about anything—how he’d listen, comfort me, hold me when I was upset…I missed everything. Every last bit of it.

Because he wasn’t just my best friend; he’d become so much more to me than that. If only I had realized it sooner. Before he left so that I had the chance to tell him. But I didn’t.

So I closed my eyes, a tear softly running down my cheek as I slowly began to drift off.

- - -

When I woke up the next morning, a voicemail had been left for me. Matt called me after I’d already gone to sleep. I took a breath, then reluctantly pressed play.

“Hey, Em. You called before but the game wasn’t over yet. I know it’s too late there now and you’re probably asleep, so I’ll talk to you soon. Miss you.”

As relieving as it was to hear his voice again, the hurt that I felt didn’t subside. Tears pricked at my eyes again as I replayed the voicemail, now clinging on to that silver of communication I had with him.

But it wasn’t enough.

I’d come to realize that the problem wasn’t that we weren’t talking as much—I, as well as he, was prepared for that aspect. The problem was that, regardless of how hard we tried, we simply couldn’t find the time for each other anymore.

That’s what terrified me the most. My relationship with him was slowly fading away, and there weren’t many options left.

- - -

MATT

Another day, another game finished.

Tonight, we played in Toronto. As far as I’ve learned, it’s become common for us to beat them, which admittedly uplifted my mood after we won.

We were close to home, but we wouldn’t be spending enough time there to be able to stray off. Unfortunately, that ruled out any chances of my being able to visit my family or Emery. Aside from that, I was exhausted, so the only place I wanted to be was in bed.

As I took my equipment off, some of the guys did their media, and the locker room slowly began to clear out. Just as I was about to head out, Mason tapped me on the shoulder, prompting my head to turn and shift my attention to him.

“What’s up?”

“They told me to tell you to go next door,” he spoke, head jerking in the direction of the conference room next to us. “Said someone’s waiting for ya.”

“Oh, thanks, man.”

He nodded and walked by as I placed my bag back down in front of my stall, then headed out and towards the room he mentioned. I knocked softly, but there was no response. Although it remained silent, I cracked the door open anyway, deciding to step in and make a check just in case before going back.

When I rounded the corner, I was brought to a halt as my eyes caught sight of the person waiting for me.

Emery.

“Oh, my God.”

My feet carried me toward her, and before I knew it my arms were around her, pulling her in closer. The familiar scent of her perfume clouded my senses, bringing a sense of comfort that I’d been lacking for longer than I would’ve admitted. Tears welled in my eyes, but I blinked them back, not paying them much mind as she finally pulled away to look up at me.

“Hi, Matty,” she smiled brightly.

“What…what are you doing here? I thought—”

“Your parents got me some help,” she laughed. “And your coach…He’s real nice, by the way.”

I laughed back in response, eyes trailing down to the jersey that she was wearing. When she noticed, her body turned to the side, revealing the numbers on her arms.

51.

“Oh, you didn’t,” I marveled, lips parting in a smile as my thumb ran across the lettering on her arm.

“Of course, I did,” she confirmed, turning back forward. “I had to.”

“God, I could kiss you right now,” the words slipped out before I could think, and my eyes widened slightly at the realization.

“Then do it.”

So before I could second guess it, I leaned down and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her gently against me. She reciprocated, smiling softly as her arms found their place around my neck. My lips matched her smile as one hand rose up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

She raised to her toes, tilting her head slightly to deepen the kiss before slowly pulling away, looking up with a soft expression. “Matt,” she whispered, eyes beginning to become glassy.

“Hm?” I hummed, reaching for her hand and thumbing the soft skin on the back of it.

“I should’ve just told you before, but I,” she breathed, brows knit together tightly. She took a pause as if she were contemplating whether to continue or not, but ultimately opened her mouth to speak softly again.

“I love you, Matt.”

The initial shock forced my eyebrows to raise, my lips parting as I took her words in. But didn’t take long to wear off before I was smiling down at her just as I was before, basking in the relief that I felt. I knew now that there was more than enough reason to try things with her, just as I’d wanted to do before leaving. If she felt the same, then what was the use in denying it further?

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment to savor the scent again before pulling back.

“I love you, too.”

Her arms were thrown around me once more in response and I hugged her back, resting my chin on her forehead, hand rubbing circles on her back. “We’re not losing touch again this time, okay?” I reassured her softly. “We’ll make it work.”

I swallowed thickly and swayed back and forth gently, bringing her along with the slow movements. “I’m not letting that happen again. Ever.”

“Okay,” she nodded, a faint laughter falling from her lips before she pulled away and aligned her gaze with mine. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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[undercoverpena]

Hi Jo! Congrats on passing your exam and thank you for sharing positivity with your Happy Hour asks!

A positive thing that happened to me this week was that beautiful note my wonder twin, @goodwithcheese sent in. She’s so awesome - I just love her!💜 Following her example, and because I want to help spread the joy, I wanted to give a big shoutout to her and a few other beautiful souls I’ve been fortunate enough to connect with in my short time here. (I’ll combine them so I don’t bombard your inbox with asks) 😁

In addition to all of the following being amazing writers of some of my all-time favorite fics, I would consider myself lucky to also call them friends. I’m still amazed at how much we can connect with people we’ve never met, and how many lovely people I’ve met on this site and in this fandom… we totally rock.

@goodwithcheese - Your posts and messages always make me smile and I am in awe of your writing skills. It is truly uncanny how many things we have in common - but I can’t think of a nicer person to have for my twin. The universe apparently knew there was too much awesomeness to fit into one person, so it just decided to make two of us. 😜

@kteague - You know I’m a fan of the stories you write, but more importantly, your lovely personality and beautiful replies made me a fan of you. I love seeing your interactions on my dash and always enjoy hearing from you. You did good, K. 😜

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@katareyoudrilling - I haven’t known you very long, but I just love your “year of asks” and all the ‘game’ tags you send me. I know I don’t always get a response out very quickly, but I greatly appreciate you thinking of me!

There are others I could call out, but I don’t mean to take up your whole happy hour with one ask. (I’m going to hear music start anytime now as my hint to shut up and get off the stage…) 😬 I will just close with how much I do greatly appreciate all the people I have connected with here - and I’m sending you all a big hug!! 🫂 It doesn’t surprise me that an actor who seems to be one of the nicest people on the planet has some of the nicest people as his fans….thank goodness for all the amazing people in the Pedro fandom. And thank you for letting me be part of your positivity #happyhour!

thank you so much for the congrats, and I’m glad you liked this idea! and I love this, 🥹 this is so sweet and so considerate, what a lovely message this is! I’m not gonna add anymore to it, I think your kindness speaks for itself 🩷✨ (thank you for sending this in)

jo’s happy hour… continued

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[rsedits9420]

jealous mark

Across the Room

Masterlist

Based of the song

Shameless by: Camila Cabello

Mark’s POV

As music is blaring throughout this frat house, my eyes are glued to one thing. Her. Y/n L/n. We’ve been talking secretly for the past few weeks. She doesn’t want many people to know because apparently I’m “too popular for her”, so we’ve only told our closest friends. Honestly she’s the best. What we have is special. Just the two of us and our friends, and it’s been wonderful. She’s awesome.

Don’t speak, Don’t try. It’s been a secret for the longest time

She’s also the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, and the sweetest too. I’ve never been a relationship type of guy, but I’m just starting to think, maybe just maybe I can be. The way she so effortlessly looks so beautiful, haunts me. She is so gorgeous it hurts. I’m staring at her so hard I can’t even imagine what people are thinking right now. I probably look like a creep.

In my dreams, I do anything I want to you

My emotions are naked and taking me out of my mind.

She starts to walk this way, when all of a sudden she goes into the other room. I shamelessly follow. As I peek into the next room, I see her and her beautiful self chatting to some of my teammates. I just want her all to myself. Actually I need her all to myself.

Not afraid to face it

I need you more than I want to.

Suddenly, Eddy grabs her hand and leads her to the dance floor. What the hell. He knows about my feelings, and now he’s dancing with my girl all on him. “Dude you’re going to crush that can if you don’t stop dude.” Nolan says from beside me. That causes me to grip the beer can harder. “Man, chill the fuck out! What’s got you all riled up! I mean- is this about y/n?!” Nolan questions. “Yes.” I grit out. “We’ve been talking for almost 3 weeks. She’s MY girl. Now Ethan thinks HE can go dance with her. One hell of a friend he is.” I say pissed off. “Mark, chill. Eddy wouldn’t do that to you. You and I both know that. Go talk to the girl for fucks sake. You look like a big baby over here pouting.” Maybe Nolan’s right. “Fine. I will.” I start walking towards her when she whispers something in Ethan’s ear, and he turns and walks away.

I need you more than I want too.

“Oh lover boy!” She says. “Well hello to you too. I see you’ve been dancing with Ethan? For no particular reason right?” I question. “Are you jealous Mark? Awe yes you are.” She jokes. “I’m not. Go to him, come on show me he can treat you better than me. Go on, I’ll be waiting here.” I say smugly. “Fine then.” She turns around and talks two steps before I pull her back into my chest. “No. Y/n I want you so bad it hurts. I can’t keep this a secret anymore. I want you to be mine. And I want everyone to know it.” I spill.

Screamin' my lungs out for ya

Not afraid to face it

I need you more than I want to

She gives me a blank look. “Ok, we’ll. Nevermind then.” I say. “You such an idiot Estapa. Did you know that?” She says laughing. Then she starts to pull me out of the room and into the hallway. “How did you feel when you saw me with him, hm? Not good.” I nod. “Mark… look at me. Listen. I want this. I want you. I want us.” I Huber her a smirk. “Show me how much.” I suggest. I grab her hips, pull her in and wait for her to make the move. It’s hard for me not to, but the ball is in her court. She can close off the inches in between us. And I’m going to let her.

There's just inches in between us

I want you to give in, I want you to give in, oh

There is tension in between us

I just wanna give in

She slowly starts to lean in. I met her half way as our lips touch. She kisses me with passion. Like she could care less about the other people in the room. Like she is shameless. And honestly I am too. What’s there to be embarrassed about? I’m kissing the girl of my dreams with an audience. I think this is a win win. I guess we are both shameless and in love.

Thanks for requesting!!! I’ll try to post some more soon!!

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[el-ly-sha-give-no-f]

Camera and Blessing

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AUTHOR NOTE: hello, FINALLY I HAVE THE URGE AND ENERGY TO POST, I’ve been doing better now, so like I said before I've been working on father!reader imagine, so here's the first one, Wolff reader, Enjoy! let me know if anything wrong, enjoy and NO repost or COPY my work okay?! love you guys and have a great day! <3

WARNING: yelling? arguing? but flufffffffffffffffff

PAIR: Wolff!reader x Lewis Hamilton

PRONOUNCE: she/her

WORDS: idk

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Hi, Im y/n Viss Wolff, and yes daughter of the famous Toto Wolff, Im working with F1 as a Mercedes Photographer and my dad's Social Manager. Yeah, I’m actually not into the F1 world, I like Photography! I mean look at it! they're so peaceful. At first when I told my dad that I want to become a Photographer, he kinda doesn't like it.

I ask him why, first, it is because I need to travel and explore outside of the country, that means I have to go alone and it's dangerous then i’m gonna be away from my family, second of all, he said I need to become his Legacy, but I said that I’m not into racing, I was pissed off at that time but he still insisted.

After how many months I begged him, only God know, he finally gave up, he let me become a photographer but on two conditions, that I become Mercedes's special photographer and his social manager. I don’t care, at least I reach my dream work

The first year when I’m part of the Mercedes team, it's was the hardest year of my life, a stressful and depressing year. My dad and Susie have been helping me with a bunch of stuff, the other Social Manager helped me too and other people around the paddock give me a lot of motivation. Oh, by I mean people around the paddock including 'Lewis Hamilton'. When I met him for the first time, I was starstruck, I was so excited to meet him earlier that day, I know I said Im am not into F1 but, what did you expect when your dad talk about him almost every day, of course, I have a little crush on him.

But all of that happened 3 years ago. My feeling toward him become growing.

By that means I have been working with dad for 3 years, it's getting better now. They had my back since then and Im very happy that I live around awesome people.

Right now, I’m at Mercedes paddock , preparing my Canon camera that i bought it myself 2 years ago. I know Mercedes already prepared a camera for me but I don’t want to share it with other photographer cause I’m afraid that they’re  gonna delete my works accidently or not. 

But I don’t know what happen with my lense today, I’ve been wiping it for almost 6 minutes. I’m glad that today activities ir I can say “work” is not much. Just take some picture, handle my dad’s  interview and edit some of my pic then send it to Mercedes Social Media Handlers. That’s it. Like usual.

I heard someone footsteps walking toward me, I look up from my camera lense, It’s Lewis walking toward me, he’s wearing Mercedes official T-shirt. I saw him him smiling at me I reply with my smile back. He gives me a tight hug. His hugs is my favourite thing in this world well other than “foods”. We pull away from the hug.

“Hi Darling, how are you?” He greet me

“Hey Lewis, not much, just preparing my camera right now, as you can see on this table, It’s a mess, I don’t know why my lense suddenly became blurry when I want to used it earlier” I hand the lense to him and he take the lense from my hand and take a look with it.

“well I don’t know much about camera, I’m not a camera nerd like yo-” I smack his arm as I give him a death stare, he raise his arm surrender “I’m joking, well lady, this is your sign to buy a new lense” he suggest made me laugh.

“In your dream Lewis Hamilton, I think it’s just because I don’t wipe it properly but I’ve been wiping it for 6 minutes straight, besides, this lense is my favourite lense cause’ my dad bought it for me as my birthday present last year and I use it since then, kinda hard to replace it with other”

“oh you’re very loyal to this one eh?” Loyal not just for the lense but for our love if you want to know.

“yeah, yeah, kinda like that” I reply

-we talk for a while-

“well Lewis, I think you need to go” I said to him

“why? you want me to leave you?” what the fuck are you doing Y/n. “wait no no, not like that, you still not changing into your into your race suit yet and I know my dad not gonna be happy about it, especially 30 minutes before racing” I rumble

“ He He He, his not gonna be mad at me, besides-” he wrap his arm around my neck “I want to meet my bestfriend before the racing start”.

ouch, that hurt. “bestfriend”. Not me hoping for him to call me his lover.

Like I said my feeling for him is growing, I mean three years! who doesn’t... I’m afraid my dad gonna be mad if I date his ‘Top Driver’, my dad has been teasing about this before but I keep denied it maybe he react is a good react. Well, maybe one day Y/n.

“LEWIS! we need you right now” my thought was interrupted by someone voice calling for Lewis. I see him nodding to the staff.

“I guess, this is it, goodluck for today, and don’t worry about your camera lense, I think you just need to wipe it little bit more” he suggest

“well earlier, you said you’re not one of a camera nerdy like me, I’ve been your friend for three years! I don’t know you’re an camera expert Lewis” I joke

“whatever you said nerd” I smack his arm again, he remove his arm around my neck and looking at me, “I’ll see you after race” he said and he kiss me on the cheek, even though it’s an a quick cheek kiss but it is enough to make me blushing. I look him and see him smiling before, he turn back and walk away.

I’m standing still, blushing, God Damn that smile.

I’m so gonna tell this to Susie! I pack my stuff not worrying about my lense anymore. I put all of my stuff in my backpack and run to find Susie.

Turns out, I bumping into dad instead of Susie.

“hey you,little miss! why so rushing?” He ask me

“nothing” I reply and laugh, I’m ready to go and find Susie again, I turn around and start to walking when I feel someone hand pulling my arm and I turn around. It’s not my normal dad, instead it’s my serious dad. I sigh. This old man.

“what happened?” he ask me again.

“what do you mean what happened? nothing happened” I answer.

“I’m your dad and your shit doesn’t work for mr kid so don’t lie, I know you for the whole of my life, and we made a promise before, no secret between us , no secret between father and daughter” He remind me.

“you done?” 

he nod.

“Well” I smile and doze out while I’m thinking about what happened earlier.

I feel soft smack on my head, and I return to the present, this time it’s not only Toto but Susie too.

“ouch, what was that for” I ask, rubbing the spot where my dad smack me.

“I ask you to explain, not dozing out!”

“okay okay, but since when you’re here?” I ask Susie

“since earlier” she wiggle her eyebrow

“kay kay fine Lewis...” I see my father tense up and raise his eyebrow, “he kissed me-” I got cut off

“WHAT?!!” well here, I heard two types of “what” one is the fuss “what” and one is the excited “what”. But both of them caught everyone around us attention

“SHHHHHHHHHH” I put both of my hand on their mouth, they look around and look at me back, both of them remove my hand from their mouth, one harshly and one softly we all can guess who.

“No Y/n!” I look at Susie who already looking at Toto.

“what do you mean no?!” Susie ask his husband

“cmon his my driver”

“and?” I confuse

“if you guys together, yours relationship will distract him!” he state

“dad what? what about the tease before about me and Lewis?, when I close with Lewis, how come it’s not an issues and it’s never distract him before?” 

“that’s different you guys are friend not dating” he’s argue

“what’s the different, he still your driver, not that one day if I date him suddenly he’ll move to Haas team” I argue back

“stop it y/n! you never discuss with me before you do anything that you want to do”

“what’s the connection with this situation?! this is nonsense!”

“y/n listen-” I cut him this time

“no you listen!, I’m not a child anymore dad, if this whole problem relate with my career path to you you are insane, you always remind me before, past is past! What’s up with you changing your mind?”

“y/n when I say no, It’s a no, can you please just listen to me”

“okay you both, stop it, three of us currently at public, it will get media attention! why don’t you guys continue discuss this at home tonight?” Susie try to remind and calm us, almost forgot that Susie here with us too.

“well here the things, we’ve not even together yet but I’m glad this all happen, cause’ at least I already know how you’ll reacted, whatever you said, handle your interview yourself today” with that I walk of from Mercedes Paddock and start to take some of pics.

-[RACE START/RACE END!!!!]-

Lewis did a really great job! P1! word can’t even describe how happy I am for him, despite what happened earlier. I’ll try to ignore it.

I make my way to Lewis, I call his name and he turn around, I see him smiling and coming towards me, his smile always light my mood up,it’s just, beautiful.

he give me a tight hug and I hug him back.

“congratulation on your win Lewis, I’m so proud of you! you deserve this!” I congrats him excitedly

“thank you so much y/n, this is for you and the team, without you guys I- I don’t know what will happen” he confess

we pull away from the hug.

“y/n actually-” someone call him and he turn to look at the Mercedes staff

“Lewis we need you at the podium!” he nod and turn to look at me again.

“I need to go, duty call, see you later love” he kiss my forehead before he walk and go behind the stage.

I smile and walking to the in front of the stage, me and the team cheering when Lewis standing on the podium, and I take a couple pictures of him holding his trophy with my camera, after that I see my dad looking at me, don’t want to argue again, I look at Lewis currently soak with champagne , I smile before walking back to the paddock.

--------------- TIME SKIP!

Me,dad and Susie arrive home, I look at watch on my wrist currently showing solid 10pm. Jack probably already sleep, it’s passed his bedtime, I miss him so much, even though we don’t share the same blood, but I treat him as one. Despite my mother don’t want to take care of me, she’s long gone, gone from mine and dad’s life. I walking to go to my room tiredly.

“y/n” I heard dad calling my name softly, enough to make me tears falling from my eyes, I stop walking, and slowly turn to look at him.

I wipe my tears, before I ask him

“what?” trying to control my tone

“I leave you guys alone, I’m gonna see Jack and Kate(jack babysitter)” she said and walk out from the living room and go to Jack’s bedroom.

My dad standing in front of me and start talking again.

“first, i just want to say sorry, it’s never been my attention to hurt you or your feeling or anything at all, as your dad, I know i’m not the want who will choose your decision, your career or who you will going to date, I am so sorry y/n” 

“when I saw you and Lewis talking at the paddock earlier, I can see he’s the one for you, he’s the one that can make you happy in the future and he’s the one that can take care of you besides me” he continue

“I know my reason to why you can’t date Lewis is nonsense, like you said earlier, I’m just afraid that you will be far away from me,it’s not because it will distract Lewis no its not, I know I have Susie and Jack, but losing you is one of a thing that I’m not ready to face it yet, I realize i was wrong”

It’s makes me tears up more after I heard what came out from my father mouth, I hug him and continue crying on his shoulder, I feel he rub my back softly.

“Dad, it’s okay, you’re not going to lose me, I am your forever daughter, I’ll never gone from your life, I promise you, I will be with you forever, please remember that, and you don’t have to apologise, I also was wrong, I overreacted and I’m sorry too”

“its okay sweetheart, it was nobody fault, remember what I said, past is past” he remind me

“past is past”I mumble quietly.

“Please never leave me to handling my own interview again, it was stressful” he said and i laugh.

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after that happened we never fight after that and Lewis confess his feeling for me and I told him that I feel the same, my dad already warn him, if he ever makes me cry or hurt my feeling just know what will happen to him. Yeah typical dad things.

END!

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what do you guys think is it okay? let me know, i have one more fics, daniel ricciardo x reader, prepare! hope you guys safe and healthy, and thank you for those who have been waiting for me to post a new one shot I appreciate it and I’m sorry for making you guys waiting, I love you guys.bye

-elly

#lewis hamilton imagine #fomula one #fomula one imagine #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #lewis hamilton #toto wolff #toto wolff x reader #mercedes amg f1

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 25 - version 2

“For the past eight weeks, you have been watching Fren, Joner, Peter, Kitty, Mal, O, Sha-Mod, Frollo, Caesar, Austin, Scruffy, Kelly, Courtney, Scary, Max, Staci, Patrick, Bonnie, Ass, and Julia compete in the most heinous, disgusting, dangerous challenges reality TV has seen since 2007. You have watched them laugh, cry, love and receive various injuries, and it’s all come down to this! Two campers remain, and by sundown, only one will be left standing! That winner will go home with a check for one million dollars and the pride of having survived this crummy camp. Our two final campers are about to fight it out in a battle of the exes here on Total! Takes! Island!”

“Welcome back to the island. It's been a grueling past two months for our finalists, so we asked them to record their thoughts before the final challenge,” Chris smiles, pacing around the currently-empty mess hall. 

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MCLOVIN: “I guess I had a good time. I made a lot of new friends,”

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MICHAEL: “Now people hate my existence and want to kill me! Great job at making new friends, Michela!"

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MCLOVIN: “I’m not too surprised I made it this far. It’s like my mom always says, a positive attitude can get you anywhere!”

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MICHAEL: “I’m honestly shocked I haven’t given up yet. I mean, I was so sure I’d be a mid-season boot and now I’m a finalist!”

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MCLOVIN: “The food? It was okay... when it wasn’t trying to kill me,”

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MICHAEL: “Don’t even get me started on the supposed “food” we had to eat. It’d probably be inhumane to serve that stuff to dogs,”

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MCLOVIN: “The rats in the kitchen wouldn’t even touch it,”

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MICHAEL: “And the people?”

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MCLOVIN: “The people were awesome! Sure, there were some fights, but I’ve never met so many amazing friends than on this island!”

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MICHAEL: “-a bunch of lazy, stubborn, self-centered jerks who only cared about themselves,”

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MCLOVIN: “Sha-Mod and I share a psychic bond! We’re soulmates- bromates! I meant bromates!”

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MICHAEL: “Max is probably one of the most stubborn, rude, unapologetically mean people I’ve ever met, and… I am so glad I met him. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.”

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MCLOVIN: “Courtney has the coolest hair ever, Julia is super smart…”

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MICHAEL: “I guess that’s about it, really,”

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MCLOVIN: “What will I be remembered for?” he pauses to think. “My personality!”

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MICHAEL: “Um… my hair?”

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MCLOVIN: “Or maybe these!” he stands on the toilet and stomps, his light-up Sketchers blinking.

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Chris leaves the mess hall after announcing the final curtain call will be in thirty minutes. Michael sighs and slumps forward. 

“What’s the matter?” McLovin asks, spooning their final crummy camp meal. 

“I guess I’m just kind of disappointed I didn’t accomplish anything I came here for,” 

“What do you mean? We did lots of awesome stuff and met tons of awesome people!”

“No,” Michael frowns at him. “You did tons of awesome stuff and met tons of awesome people. I just made a bunch of enemies and humiliated myself on national television hundreds of times.”

McLovin’s smile drops and he looks at her. “That’s kind of a depressing way to look at it,”

“That’s reality, dude,”

A silence falls over the two McLovin sighs. 

“Do you think anything’s gonna be the same after we go home?”

“Honestly? Not at all. I just don’t know if I can stay friends with you and Joner after everything. I’ll be alone, but maybe that won't be such a bad thing,” she says, kicking back and putting her feet on the table. “I’ll be putting myself first for once, anyway.”

“Well… I kinda understand. If that’s what you want, then that’s cool. I respect that,” McLovin says, saluting her. “I just wish we could’ve made up.”

“Sometimes that’s too much to ask. I wish you would’ve shown you’ve changed instead of just apologizing,” she stands, leaving her bowl behind half-empty and her former friend with a contemplative look on his face.

---

“Alright, campers!” Chris says, leading the two between a pair of wooden bleachers out in the forest. Michael and McLovin can see a track extending into the woods, and both know without saying that that’s where they’re heading next. “Time to welcome back the twenty losers who did not make it here with you today!”

The former competitors walk from the docks. McLovin waves to his friends, who merrily wave back. No one even looks at Michael as they pass to the bleachers. 

“Everyone who is not competing, please take a seat in the peanut gallery of failure! The side you choose should represent who you’re rooting for in the finale,” Chris says, directing the crowd to the bleachers behind him. Each has a large banner with either contestant's face on it. 

Sha-Mod and Courtney are the first to sit on McLovin’s side, followed shortly by just about everyone else. Only one person is sitting in Michael’s gallery. 

Max waves from the empty bleachers. Michael smiles and waves back. 

“Okay, a little surprising, but wow,” Chris says. “Can we get a few more volunteers to pity-join? Makes it more suspenseful.”

“Come on, guys!” McLovin yells to his supporters. “Michael is really… cool and nice and stuff!”

A few contestants raise eyebrows. He sighs. “Staci, Scruffy- um, the tall one- Peter, Kelly,”

Much to their annoyance (and McLovin’s surprise at having people actually listen to him) all of the selected losers get up and move without complaint. Michael rolls her eyes, but she still gives McLovin a slightly grateful look. 

Max hops down from the bleachers and runs over to her, ducking under Chef before he can stop him. “You got this, okay?” he says, holding her hands. 

Chris rolls his eyes and jabs a thumb in their direction, sending Chef over to collect him. Chef grabs Max by the back of his collar and drags him back to the stands. “I believe in you!” he yells before he’s promptly sat down. 

Frollo sits in the middle space between the bleachers on the ground, eternally reading his Bible. 

Chris walks over. “Um, dude, you gotta pick a side,”

He rolls his eyes. “Both of these players are sinners, and-”

Chef walks over, picks him up, and tosses him onto Michael’s side, the few losers already there ducking to avoid him as he shrieks and flies across the screen. 

“Go, MC!” Courtney shouts. 

“Yeah, go support the endless cog of capitalism!” Ass says sarcastically. Courtney smacks them upside the head. 

“McLovin, this is your chance to tell the peanut gallery what you would do with the money if you won,” Chris says, pointing at him. He smiles. 

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, and I finally chose just two things I’d want to do with the money,” he says. “First, I’d save half of it for art school and my future living expenses.”

Joner and Michael both raise an eyebrow. 

“And then with everything I have left, I would give everyone who competed on this show an even portion of the money. Including Michael!” 

Everyone aws at that, and everyone on Michael’s side aside from Max silently gets up and walks back over to McLovin’s. Even Frollo’s unconscious body slumps off the stands and rolls over to the other bleachers. Max groans and smacks his forehead. 

“Michael?”

“I would probably save most of it in a secure bank account for my future. And maybe get new skates,”

Everyone stares at her blankly. She sighs. 

“Alright, it’s time for the final challenge: the rejected Olympic relay race!” Chris shouts. “There are three parts: first, each of you has to put on one of these,” he smiles, holding a chicken hat in his right hand and a cow hat in his left. He hands one to each. “Dressed in your very special uniforms, you will run to the first location and shimmy up the pole to grab your flag. Next, you’ll cross a 300m balance beam suspended across a massive gorge while carrying an eagles egg. After is a long distance run back to this location. Whoever gets here first wins!”

The peanut galleries cheer as Michael and McLovin look at each other. 

“Good luck,” he says, adjusting his chicken hat. “You deserve to win.”

Michael stares. “I don’t need your pity,”

“Go, McLovin!” Sha-Mod shouts from the stands. 

“Kick her ass, MC!” Julia yells before a large rock from Michael’s bleachers hits her in the back of the head. She slumps onto Scruffy in the row below, unconscious. 

“Anyone else?!” Max yells from offscreen. 

“Ready!” Chris shouts, waving around a checkered flag. “Set? Go!”

McLovin and Michael start off, the latter in the lead. Michael reaches the flagpole first and takes a leaping jump to the base, scaling it with ease. 

The pencil arrives next and attempts to inch his way up the pole like a worm. “Use your freakishly long limbs!” Ass yells from the stands, still dizzy from Courtney's blow. 

McLovin whimpers and extends his arms higher, grabbing the flag at the same time Michael hops off. 

“How do I get down?!” he yells. 

“Figure it out! You got this!” Courtney yells back. 

McLovin frowns and jumps down, landing on his butt. The crowd winces. 

“Get up, dude!” Sha-Mod yells. “She’s not far ahead!”

Michael approaches the gorge and peers over the edge, where sharks are swimming in the water below the thin, rickety planks of wood. She swallows nervously but runs back around to the eagles nest behind her, grabbing an egg and hiding it in her parka before she begins to cross. 

McLovin follows, snatching an egg and holding it above his head while closing his eyes and screaming, running across the thin plank of wood. 

“You might wanna look where you’re going, dude!” Chris shouts. “Those eggs weren’t for nothing!”

A few campers catch up to the players, stopping behind Chris and looking around the skies nervously. 

Scruffy yells from the edge of the gorge. “McLovin, there are eagles! Huge eagles! And-” another rock hits them square in the temple and they fall backwards. Max tosses another stone from one hand to the other while glaring at the other losers. 

“What did they mean by-” Michael starts before a massive eagle swoops down and lunges for McLovin's exposed egg, talons extended. 

He barely manages to duck, but is thrown off-balance and wobbles around on one foot. The peanut gallery (now on their feet) gasps and watches in terror as he falls to his butt on the plank, but manages to keep himself out of the shark infested waters. 

Michael reaches the other side, pulling the egg out of its hiding place and setting in the nest on stable ground. She starts running again, McLovin (still shaking) not far behind. 

The track takes the two right through camp. “Almost there!” Max yells, one of the campers running behind the contestants. 

“Come on, MC, you got this!” Sha-Mod shouts, a few steps behind Max. “This part is the easiest!”

As he says that, McLovin steps over a suspiciously elevated dirt mound and a huge explosion lets off behind him. 

“What was that?!” Michael shouts as another explosion sounds. 

“Oh, yeah, we had some leftover landmines!” Chris shouts into his megaphone from a safe distance. “Enjoy!”

“Jerk!” Michael snaps, narrowly dodging another massive landmine explosion that takes out the confessional booth.

"Watch out!" McLovin yells, pointing out various lumps of dirt ahead of her.

"I don't need your help!" she snaps back. "I'm not your pity case!"

"What is it gonna take for you to forgive me?!"

"Move. ON!" she shouts, speeding up ahead and jumping over every landmine visible. Another one explodes, sending McLovin backwards.

He screams in terror, covering his eyes and running blindly when he gets up. 

“Get a grip!” Ass yells from behind. “Stop being such a coward!”

“No!” he shouts back. 

Scary scoffs. “Why don’t you just let her win then, nice guy?!”

McLovin frowns and whimpers, standing and stumbling forward. "I can do this!" he affirms himself, a few cheers sounding from the sidelines.

He runs up to Michael, shoving her out of the way as the finish line comes into sight. She falls on her butt and yelps.

"This is pointless!" she yells, refusing to stand. "Who even cares!"

A voice from the sidelines sounds out. "Chel!"

She turns. "Max?"

He waves from off the course, avoiding the landmine-covered track. "You can't give up! Remember what I told you! You didn't come here to make friends!"

Michael sighs. She closes her eyes and stands shakily, clenching her fists. "I want to win,"

"More enthusiasm!"

"I want to win!" she starts off running.

"Yes!"

"I WANT TO WIN!" she yells, catching up to McLovin and shoving him.

"There's my girl!"

His thin body shudders like a piece of paper in the wind and he flies backwards from the force of the push as she crosses the finish line seconds before him.

The peanut gallery cheers, abandoning McLovin on the dirt trail and surrounding Michael.

Max forces everyone in the crowd out of the way, throwing his arms around her and kissing her. The peanut gallery oohs and he glares.

"Mind your own business!"

"And Michael is the winner of Total Takes Island!" Chris says, walking over with a huge check. "Congratulations, camper!"

Chef nods. "Could've seen that one coming,"

Sha-Mod manages to squeeze through the crowd and run over to McLovin, still flat on the ground. He helps him up and hugs him.

"You did good!"

"Yeah, but not good enough," McLovin coughs, wiping the dirt off his pants.

Sha-Mod shrugs. "So? We'll have to work a little harder for our dream house. But we're still getting one, there's no way I'm giving up on a mansion with my boyfriend,"

McLovin blushes and looks over. “Did you mean bromate? Cause I made the same-”

“Nah,” Sha-Mod says, leaning on McLovin’s shoulder. “Bromate’s platonic.”

The crowd continues stirring with excitement as Michael walks past, hand-in-hand with Max. She smiles and gives one last wave to McLovin, who waves back, before the two part ways. 

---

“Here we are at the last TTI bonfire ceremony ever,” Chris says, smiling at the entire cast as they sit around the pit. “After eight brutal weeks of torture, infections, and drama, our season winner is Michael!”

The campers cheer, congratulating Michael as she sits near the center of the group, Max leaning his head on her shoulder.

“Michael, the final marshmallow,” Chris grins, tossing her the treat. She catches it and smiles. “A symbol of prosperity. Treasure it for the rest of your life.”

“Sure," she says, tossing it into the fire seconds later. Max laughs.

The crowd returns to talking amongst each other as Chef comes out of the mess hall with more marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers for s'mores.

“I don't think I did so bad for last place,” Fren says, kicking back. 

Staci (now bleach blonde, thanks to Kelly’s handiwork) shrugs as she sits between their two friends. “You survived, at least,”

“And we got a right groovy finale, baby!” Austin says, patting her on the back. “Great season, baby!”

“Thank you, Austin,” Chris says smugly. “And to all you viewers at home- thank you for supporting us here at Total Takes Island! We all hope you had a good time watching these teens fight to the death, and we can’t wait to see you next season!”

Everyone turns to him. “NEXT SEASON?!”

#tti #total takes island

[orowyrm]

What’s your favourite thing about fish

i really really love how many fishes can trans their gender, either due to environmental pressures or just as part of their life cycle. did you know all clownfish are born as males and will only transition into a female if there isn’t one already present in their current territory, as female clownfish are generally super aggressive and territorial? it’s really fascinating. they’re also very protective parents. one of the marine biology books i’ve been reading lately, the world beneath by dr. richard smith (really wonderful read btw, the photography is phenomenal) recounts an incident where a particularly aggressive female repeatedly attacked and chased a human diver who had stumbled onto her host anemone. they’re stubborn little bastards

we had a fancy clownfish at my old job - pretty sure she was an off-morph wyoming white, but came in as an ‘assorted fancy’ - who was an absolute menace. she was still very small but was the largest of the three she had shipped in with, so we assumed she might be a female and kept an eye out to make sure she didn’t bully anyone - within a few days she had killed all the other fish in her tank. i caught her in the act once - the other clown was minding its own business and she snuck up behind him, latched onto his underside right below the gills (basically went for the throat) and thrashed him like a rag doll. in the few seconds i’d ran to grab a net and opened the tank lid to try and separate them so i could move him somewhere else, he was already done. we called her michael myers and she was a mean little fucker. she used to bite my hands every time i cleaned her tank - not little curious nibbles like other fish did, either. she would open her little jaw as wide as she could and charge at me full speed and clamp down with all the muscle in her little body. she hated everyone so much and it was awesome.

we ended up selling her to a very chatty older man who came in one day looking for just one clownfish for his nano reef - we informed him that she had to be kept solo for the foreseeable future because she was a cold blooded killer and he grinned and was like “perfect! i love when they’ve got big personalities!” and proceeded to tell me stories about his previous clownfish, a big old ocellaris who taught herself how to spit water at him in order to beg for food. i quit not long after this happened for unrelated reasons, and a few months later i ran into him again during my stint working at trader joe’s and he was so happy to see me again. he’d been buying frozen shrimp “half for me, half for the fish”.

that’s my second favorite thing about fish is that the most fascinating kinds of people keep them. i had a lot of problem customers over the years at petco, but i met a lot of really cool people too. probably the only thing i miss about that job tbh

[dandy-bones]

⭐️ A lil bit of ventin’ down below. Nothin’ bad. Just past stuff from this life.

⭐️ Tay was lookin’ at a lotta old art with one of our friends and kept askin’ me if Reese knew about all this stuff.  I then kinda realized that I don’t really.... talk about life before 2020 with him.  I don’t think it’s come up.

There’s some good memories there, sure but like...  I start ta think about how things are different and not as carefree as it was.  At least in those pictures it looked that way.

We’re at a better place mentally now that I’m out ‘n about and stuff but like...  I do miss those times.

⭐️  I don’t want ta get nostalgic over it...

⭐️ SO I’M NOT GONNA!

I can say that things are a lot better now than it was!  Tay’s mental health is a lot better, I can actually TALK TA PEOPLE now!!  I have a very lovin’ boyfriend that treats me well and I know loves me, Tay’s social anxiety no longer petrifies her from talkin’ ta new people, we’re bondin’ with the Japan Space Dandy fandom more, we live in a place that’s a lot safer than out last place, I HAVE A CAT NOW THAT’S MY BABY BOY, and I’ve met so many awesome friends since comin’ out.  I also cohost a twitch with Tay!! It’s so much fun!

⭐️ Most importantly, I’ve learned what I am.  I’m a fictive.  I’m not some written muse that does chores. I know what I am now.

Life is really rough.  This year has been hell on us but, honestly, we were more miserable back in 2014-2021.  Things have changed for the better mentally. It’s a shame it took so long ta repair the damages done from Tay’s childhood and then my confusion about existin’.

I’m a lot wiser now and I’ve helped alters find out more about themselves too.

I hope things get even better. It’s not perfect but we’re havin’ ta go with the flow. A lotta stuff that’s been causin’ us hell is outta our control.  We’ll just have ta see where this stream takes us, baby.

#fictive life #long post #vent #positive #nostalgia

[greensparty]

2023 MusicCon Collectibles Extravaganza Wrap-Up

Over the years I’ve been lucky enough to cover the Northeast Comic Con (read my coverage here), a fun cool convention for lovers of comics, pop culture, and collectibles. This past March, I attended the Spring edition of NECC. Over the weekend of June 30-July 2, the folks who do the NECC held the 2023 MusicCon Collectibles Extravaganza, a big celebration of music and collectibles (two of my favorite things!). 

Here is my lightning round of guests I got to speak with at this year’s con:

Micky Dolenz talking to some fans

The big guest this year was Micky Dolenz of The Monkees. I’ve always loved both the music and the TV show of The Monkees and Micky is now the last Monkee standing after the passing of Davy Jones, Peter Tork and Michael Nesmith. Fans of The Monkees are fanatical and it’s no surprise that he had fans who came from all over, waited in long lines, for pictures and autographs or photo ops with the Monkee Mobile. Sadly I didn’t get to talk to him. Maybe next time!

Not really a musician, but actor Butch Patrick fit right in at this convention thanks to the Munster vehicles including the Dragula that were on display at this convention. He has acted in a ton of things, but he will forever be known as Eddie Munster on TV’s The Munsters. I asked him about Ben Stiller’s impression he did of Eddie Munster on SNL and The Ben Stiller Show. “I never talked to Ben about it, but I met him briefly at the TV Land Awards, just in passing, but we never had a conversation about it.” Very cool that he had a great sense of humor about it!

Actor/musician Chasen Hampton is no stranger to pop culture, he was in the Mickey Mouse Club from 1989-1992 (Keri Russell was one of his fellow Mouseketeers), a member of the 90s pop group The Party and has appeared in numerous movies and TV shows. In 1997 he appeared the season 1 episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer “The Puppet Show”. He said of that episode “It was awesome! When I auditioned, what I had over most people is that I could juggle and they were doing a talent show episode, so they needed people with weird side talents as well. But I was really into special effects makeup as a kid and getting to hang out with the cast and the makeup department was awesome”.

Singer/actress Cherie Currie is a music legend. She was the singer for The Runaways from 1975-1977, as well as an accomplished solo artist, and she has also acted a ton notably in the 1980 film Foxes. I asked her what it’s like for her to know that “Cherry Bomb” is still appearing in numerous movie and TV soundtracks (Guardians of the Galaxy and Dazed and Confused to name a few) and pop culture as a whole and to know the music she made in the mid-70s is still having a lasting influence? “It’s so great to be recognized for doing something in this business. It really felt like it was all for naught for a very long time. So to now see that song become so iconic and appear in so many movies and TV shows continues to be such a gift. Very grateful!” In addition to music, she also is an accomplished chainsaw artist as well!

Drummer Richie Ramone has a massive fanbase, mainly because he was the drummer for The Ramones from 1983 to 1987. He has also done some solo albums, appeared in movies (including last year’s Friday the 13th Vengeance sequel) and written some memoirs as well. That mid-80s era was a very strong one for The Ramones. I asked if he had a favorite album? “Well, Too Tough to Die brought the band back to where they were originally. Animal Boy I love because ‘Somebody Put Something in my Drink’ [written by Richie] lead off the record”. Full disclosure: prior to this convention I had been in touch with Mr. Ramone about a potential project. While it didn’t work out, he was super-nice and supportive and he remembered me when I stopped by his booth. Very cool guy!

Michael Des Barres is like the 6-degrees to so much pop culture I love: he replaced Robert Palmer in the supergroup The Power Station for their 1985 tour (that’s him performing with them at Live Aid and in that episode of Miami Vice), he co-wrote Animotion’s “Obsession”, hosts a radio show on Little Steven’s Underground Garage, and acted in a ton of movies and TV shows (notably David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive and “The Smelly Car” episode of Seinfeld among many others). I asked him about the 1988 episode of Alf in which he played the older boyfriend of Lynn? “Well, working with a sock was very different. Suddenly this sock became Sir Laurence Olivier. It’s very hard to work with a puppet, but I found it so hilarious because at that time I was doing so many sitcoms, but I never thought I’d end up literally with a glove [laughs]. But it was a lovely lovely time and I had a great time doing it. I became very friendly with the puppeteer, which is a science in and of itself. The thing with acting and music is it brings you joy, so if you enjoy it, the people watching will enjoy it too.”

me with Mr. Sam J. Jones

When I went up to the booth of NFL-player-turned-actor Sam J. Jones, known for the title character in the cult film Flash Gordon, I reminded him that he and I actually worked on a movie together, Ted 2. Jones played himself in the first Ted and he returned for the sequel, which I worked on in the location dept. in Boston and the production office in NYC. He immediately lit up, shook my hand and wanted to take a picture. Very cool actor!

Mach Bell Experience performing live

Cowboy Mach Bell was the singer for Joe Perry Project from 1982-1984. I talked to him at the 2022 Collector’s Extravaganza. This year in addition to a booth and speaking on a panel, his band Mach Bell Experience performed a ton of his hits. Thrilled to see him still rocking after some health issues last year. 

Speaking of Joe Perry and Aerosmith, the Aerosmith Collectors Archive had an exhibit of their collection on display as well. For a lifelong Aerosmith fan like me, I dug looking over their memorabilia, some of which I was quite impressed with. They are an online museum, but in the last few years, they have had exhibits in Sunapee, NH for Aerosmith Day celebrations. I would love to see this become a brick-and-mortar museum one day!

Oh and did I mentioned there were loads of famous cars on display:

The Monkee Mobile

Munster Mobiles

and best of all, the BTTF delorean!

For info on MusicCons and other NECC events: https://necomiccons.com/

#collectibles extravaganza #musiccons #northeast comic con #mickey dolenz #the monkees #butch patrick #the munsters #ben stiller #chasen hampton #buffy the vampire slayer #cherrie currie #the runaways #richie ramone #the ramones #michael des barres #the power station #alf #sam j. jones #flash gordon #ted 2 #cowboy mach bell #joe perry project #Aerosmith #Back to the Future #music nerd #film geek #tv

[road2nf]

We have the same goals, and I like to think we have the same message to share.

I want to go to Amsterdam because of TFiOS and Thoughts From Places.

I would have NEVER known the plot/read the novel Pride and Prejudice if Hank and Bernie hadn’t produced The Lizzie Bennet Diaries (which I later read the original P&P novel this year). Even though I have never met Esther, I feel as though she’s one of my close friends.

After the videos John and Hank made for her, and of course TSWGO, I bought her memoir and oh my gosh. Esther is both hilarious and reflective upon life and what it means to be alive. Her book has shaped my own life as I reflected on her story.

There’s so much that I have to thank her for.

I have added so many more books to my “to-read” list, and have read books that I likely would not have tried had I not been recommended to them

The Crash Course videos I’ve watched for fun. No lie. I’ve learned so much from those videos by watching them, so I should probably say thank you to all the people that are a part of that team as well. They are a great resource for people interested in furthering their education.

I want to be a teacher, so a lot of the things that Nerdfighteria does are really awesome to me. The Crash Course videos I also have used to study for my finals--so I probably got a better grade thanks to them.

I have an AP exam in my Psych class coming up- that Psych section will come in handy Hank! :) I would have never heard of a Single Wizard rock band if not for y’all.

I think how John and Hank have handled being such huge successes with our community growing has been incredible.

John and Sarah went to the Oscars, a movie came out, and there will be a lot of non-Nerdfighters watching, and possibly becoming Nerdfighters themselves. I love that you both continue to promote beneficial things to teenagers with education and decreasing world suck. There are few people that are in a spotlight that choose to promote good messages, which make me really proud to support you.

I understand a lot more of current events because of how you both teach them on your channel. A lot of what goes on today is complicated and has spanned for decades, and it really helps to have you all talk about them.

Plus I think about those that have no knowledge of the world around them, and I think about how much your success can help those teenagers understand the world around them.

I’ll be honest- I love the books John writes and I love the videos you both create.

They’re witty and I go on YouTube pretty much just to watch Vlogbrothers, Crash Course, and Emma Approved.

I think part of the reason why I relate to you two the most is because we have the same goals.

I believe that education is the key to breaking the cycles of poverty that exist in our world.

I also want to make a difference in this world through my being on Earth.

I believe that everyone has a purpose to serve and that you should always pursue it.

We have the same goals, and I like to think we have the same message to share.

“What is the point of being alive if you don’t try to do something remarkable?”

I want to do something remarkable with my time on earth. I’m so glad that you want that too.

I hope I’ve expressed clearly through this that you both have made such a positive impact in my life. If I haven’t, you’ll have to forgive me. I’m not a writer, I can’t even keep a journal without abandoning it after a few days.

I guess you’ll just have to go off of faith. God bless and DFTBA.

- Kristin (Nerdfighterprincess.tumblr)

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Empyrean (book 1): Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

Enter the brutal and elite world of a war college for dragon riders from USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Yarros

Twenty-year-old Violet Sorrengail was supposed to enter the Scribe Quadrant, living a quiet life among books and history. Now, the commanding general—also known as her tough-as-talons mother—has ordered Violet to join the hundreds of candidates striving to become the elite of Navarre: dragon riders.

But when you’re smaller than everyone else and your body is brittle, death is only a heartbeat away...because dragons don’t bond to “fragile” humans. They incinerate them.

With fewer dragons willing to bond than cadets, most would kill Violet to better their own chances of success. The rest would kill her just for being her mother’s daughter—like Xaden Riorson, the most powerful and ruthless wingleader in the Riders Quadrant.

She’ll need every edge her wits can give her just to see the next sunrise.

Yet, with every day that passes, the war outside grows more deadly, the kingdom's protective wards are failing, and the death toll continues to rise. Even worse, Violet begins to suspect leadership is hiding a terrible secret.

Friends, enemies, lovers. Everyone at Basgiath War College has an agenda—because once you enter, there are only two ways out: graduate or die.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61431922-fourth-wing

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June 5, 2023

My Review: 5/5 Stars

Oh. My God. I've been seeing this book EVERYWHERE. Didn't get what the hype was about. My first thoughts were oh well that is a pretty cool cover and oh, do I spy a dragon?? Read the back cover copy and thought huh that is right up my alley. Fantasy, dragons, magic, romance. And after again seeing everywhere (and also seeing it sold out everywhere), I decided to read it. And again. Oh. My. God. I get the hype. I really, really do. And trust me you don't want to miss this!! An action packed adventure filled with magic and dragons and high stakes and dragons and a very hot enemies-to-lovers romance and again dragons!!! This had everything I could have wanted in a story and has to be the best fantasy I've read in a while. Definitely this year. So what is this story about? Not gonna spoil because trust me, you don't want this story spoiled. Especially with an ending like that, that has been demanding for book two right now.

Our heroine, Violet, has been studying to join the scribes basically all her life. But her mother, the commanding general, has other ideas. Not child of hers will be a Scribe. Her husband was one before died, but she won't have her daughter. She rather risk another child than see Violet not follow in her steps. Violet hasn't had it easy. Her body is frailer than most people. She has dealt with it for a very long time and knows how to handle pain. And her mind more than makes up for her lack physical strength. So with no choice, she goes to the Riders Quadrant. Where students are trained to be warriors and will have to endure a series of tests and challenges that will lead them to claiming a dragon. Dragons in their world work side by side with humans and bond to only the strongest. They work together to protect their home against all threats. Violet will have to work extra hard and survive using her mind to stay alive. But she'll face challenges every where she turns. Every one has it out for the general's daughter but no one like Xaden, the son of the Great Betrayer and the strongest warrior this college has. When a rebellion broke out years ago, it was Xaden's father who led the charge and died for it. And Violet's mother who saw his death met out. Especially when he was the reason for her son's death. Violet and Xaden have every reason to hate one another... but that still doesn't stop the chemistry and attraction between them.

There is so much going on in this story and saying too much will spoil. But there are so many neat threads going on. I love Violet and Xaden. They are awesome characters and their chemistry is through the roof. It's a slow burn enemies-to-lovers that is so worth the wait. We have some other great characters as well that include the dragons. Wait until you how the dragons and the bonds between their riders work. It is one of the coolest and most unique things I've seen in fantasy in a while. I love the whole set-up. We have some great plot twists and story threads going on. We get the whole package. I really cannot wait for book two after an ending like that. This has the promise to be a great series.

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