#I don't actually know what to do with this photo

[queermania]

I think the reason jensen “can’t win” when it comes to destiel is his own fault. Like people are justified to be a little weary of jensen comments on destiel because of his past comments and remarks. Obviously it was a while ago but you can’t expect people to take what you say in good faith when you never had any before

not to be an asshole but this sounds like a bit of a skill issue. if you think one or two comments made years ago hold more weight than everything he's said and done in the time since, then i don't know what to tell you. i'm certainly not going to tell you that you have to get over something that hurt you (and i really do get why people are hurt by some of the things he's said and i'm not going to defend those things), but i am going to say that if you sincerely can't get past it, then you might need to move on from supernatural in general, because it doesn't seem like you're having any fun now and it seems unlikely that you will have any in the future.

because here's the thing: i do think you can expect people to take what you say in good faith when you've been acting in good faith for years now.

and he has been! he's been doing things like talking about how the more affectionate and/or emotional ways he plays dean specifically with cas get cut, talking with glee about the handprint, sending reaction videos to the confession back and forth between him and misha, liking tweets related specifically to the confession, complimenting misha's performance, calling dean's monologue in the trap his "confession," wanting to have the confession in despair filmed on his phone, being most excited for dean's storyline with cas in the last season, saying that dean should have told cas he loved him too, saying dean's biggest regret is that he couldn't save cas, creating a production company with a mission statement about diversity and then actually delivering on that, talking positively about a destiel reunion and how he wants to see that, the bajillion reports about how happy he is to sign destiel/queer dean fanart and do destiel/queer dean photo ops, etc.

the fact that he's even expressly acknowledged that he didn't handle everything perfectly in the past and is clearly trying to do better.

like, at a certain point if you are not taking what he says in good faith, it actually is on you. it's a choice you've made.

#replies #anonymous #wank for ts #jackles

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello 🎶 it's meeeeee 🎼

Buenas, beautiful lady. I want to request something to youuuu (obvio cause I'm in your inbox 😂)

Can you do something inspired on the new smw photoshoot Pedri did 😩🔥🩷 pretty please! Do what you want, go crazy on me 😀❤️

Señorita, you're always bienvenida in my inbox💜✨ Pedri will make me go crazy😭😭 he's so gorgeous I can't even explain how beautiful that man is, dear lord😭!

Warnings: mentions of sexy times, nothing graphic it's safe for everyone to read, Pedri being a lil confident ass, reader being head over heels for Pedri. This probably doesn't make any sense💀😭 and sorry in advance if it doesn't, it's been a while since I've written something😭

Tease -P.G8

Summary: He said he wasn't feeling confident about the shoot, the results show the opposite.

"C'mon, amor. You'll look great even if you're wearing a trash suit!"

"You say that because you're my girlfriend"

"No, I say that because I'm a woman with two eyes who know how to appreciate beauty and you, mi amor, have lots of it" Pedri rolled his eyes as you shook your head and fixed the collar of the beige suit.

"I suddenly don't want to do this" He sighs "I enjoy being more in a sweatshirt and joggers"

"I know you do and you will be in sweatshirts and joggers once again when this shoot it's done, it'll be quick"

"Not quick enough"

"What will you do when you're getting your wedding suit done?"

"Wait for you to get your wedding dress done so we can marry?" You smile at him.

"Well played" He laughed softly "But let me tell you that I actually enjoy seeing you in suits, it's not often I get to see you like that, you look incredibly handsome and more mature, like a CEO... and it makes me wanna jump all over you" You state wrapping your arms around his neck, a smirk came up to your boyfriend's face and he wrapped his arms around you.

"I don't need to be in suits for you to do that" You blush and laugh.

"True. You breathe and I'm all crazy for you, González" He laughs pecking your lips a few times.

"C'mon, let's go"

"Thought you didn't wanted to do the photoshoot right away?"

"I want to get home, my girlfriend said she wants to jump all over me, I'm never passing up those chances" He winked at you while he left the room leaving you giggly and running behind him to catch him.

"Pedri, I'll need you to act confident, move around, own the shoot" The photographer said getting ready behind his camera

"I think I can do that"

"¿Qué crees? Venga mi amor, tú puedes. Vamos, con confianza" (You think? C'mon, mi amor, you can. C'mon, confidence)

And with confidence he did it. It was only a few days later when you found yourself screaming all over your house after seeing his latest IG post.

"¿Qué pasa, preciosa? ¿Todo bien? ¿Por qué el grito?" (What's wrong, precious? Is everything okay? Why the scream?)

"¿Eres tonto?" (Are you stupid?)

"¿Disculpa?" (Excuse me?)

"¿Cómo te atreves a subir fotos de ese estilo sin avisarme?" (How dare you upload photos like that without telling me?) You looked at him in disbelief "Don't you think my ovaries will explode after watching this?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Can we have your tux for our wedding done in this color? You look absolutely gorgeous-ah! oh dear god! your hair, your face, your eyes, your eyebrows... your hands! I never knew your wrist would look so good with a simple watch!"

"Y/N, can you calm down and explain to me what is going on?"

"How do you want me to calm down with you dropping these pictures?" You show your phone screen for the first time to him "I really want to have your babies, right now, Pedro González López"

Reality hit him and he started laughing. You. His girlfriend were fangirling over him.

"We can practice for them"

"How do you look so beautiful every day, every time, every second? Like... You don't get tired of it? Amor, I don't really understand what were you nervous about! I'm so lucky to have you as my boyfriend, I get to have you, all of you! ¡Dude, buah!" You let go of your phone letting it fall on the carpet still looking at Pedri "You're so pretty, I love you so much"

Pedri was blushing and his giggles were the only thing you were hearing "I love you too" He said wrapping his arms around you

"How can you be so hot and so cute at the same time?" You asked with a smile on "It's not possible"

"Welcome to the club, I have to deal every day with you being cute and sexy at the same time" You kissed his lips.

He was perfect.

"You knew what you were doing, right?" You asked after a bit of silence.

"I mean... I didn't know it would have this effect on you but I definitely need to keep doing photoshoots in suits"

"You little bastard-"

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[midnightmah07]

Perse Tsum Tsum card!

(Voice lines under the cut<33)

Summon line: a tsum version of me? It better not be dead weight, I don't feel like playing babysitter.

Groovy: [LOCKED]

Home: what in the... Is it trying to memorize the Film Research Club's latest script?

Home Idle 1: don't even think about touching my gaming equipment, you little...! Huh...? You... You won? Wait. Do that again, no way you passed such a hard phase on a first try!

Home Idle 2: Idia's tsum has been staring at me for a while now. Why is his tsum counterpart just as weird as his usual version?

Home Idle 3: Dahlia's (Vil) tsum is just as beautiful as I would imagine. If only there was merch for it out there...

Home Idle - login: you know... This tsum is actually very well behaved... *Chuckles* you think I can train it to get into the film industry?

Home Idle - groovy: [LOCKED]

Home tap 1: ahahah! Coriander's (Jamil) tsum was shaking the moment he saw a bug, it was so funny! Ah... I wish I had taken a photo.

Home tap 2: Dandelion's (Ruggie) tsum... It has been trying to steal from me ever since it got here. It's just as troublesome as his beastmen counterpart.

Home tap 3: hm? Ah, that. The tsum has been oddly happy around my plants, so I just made it a little corner for it to rest there. It won't cause any trouble. I hope.

Home tap 4: what? You want to challenge me at my favorite game? How interesting. Bring it on– *clears throat* I-I mean. Sure. Whatever.

Home tap 5: hey... Is it just me or has my tsum been weirdly touchy with Idia's tsum? It's grossing me out.

Home tap - groovy: [LOCKED]

#💙! mah's art #💙! perse #twisted wonderland #twst #oc x canon #oc twst #oc twisted wonderland #ignihyde #twisted tsumderland #digital art #idk what other tag to add #reblogs encouraged #or whatever #idk anymore

[momotorin]

ms. monte carlo

f1 driver! momo x f1 driver! fem reader au although there's not much racing in this chapter

fluff (?), smut

after belgium, there was a huge chunk of days out of racing. still, you had to do some work, improving the car with your team every once in a while, checking on the simulations, or even in the actual car with new modifications that would surely help you win.

momo does the same in their factory in seoul, although she'd argue that their time has been mostly free. (which she wasn't lying about.)

over the phone, when you're bored with testing, she calls to say that she's cooking her favorite cup noodles, or watching a football game, or watching the new k-drama jeon jeongseo starred in, making you a little bit jealous of just how much free time she had.

then, a week later, one of the guys on the grid, the monegasque driver, charles, initiated a yacht party for single drivers like a bachelors and bachelorette’s night in monte carlo, one you won't trade the world for.

it was just such a pretty sight, a pretty place to be in— the coastal end and the opulent comfort of it was a feeling to hold on to.

“when are you flying?” you asked over the phone, closing the door to your car and starting it, going home after a long day in the factory.

“not sure if it's tomorrow or friday,” she sighs, heavy over the phone. “why? when are you flying out?”

“tomorrow,” you laughed. “i'm just worried that i'm there too early.”

“oh well,” she teases, saying the words in a sing-song tune. “i think you're worried about something else.”

“like what?” you asked, genuinely curious about it.

momo, on the other side of the line, was about to say something along the lines of ‘nothing, like you worry about just how much you've been missing me,’ but she dismisses the thought and says, “no, nothing.”

“alright,” you chuckled at her. “i've got to go now, goodnight, hirai!”

“goodnight to you too, y/n,” she smiles on her own. “and careful when you drive!”

“yes, got it,” you say, smiling to yourself as well. “bye.”

she drops the call knowing that you were driving, and you continue smiling to yourself like a giddy child until you reach home.

before sleeping, you scrolled a couple of times on your social media accounts, until stumbling on twitter, purposefully hiding yourself from your burner account to see the latest news from the paddock, although you knew some from the word of mouth.

“hmm,” you hummed and tapped on the article. “what do they mean by th- oh.” as you kept scrolling, you found out that people have been speculating about you and momo, after that photo of you both at the karting circuit. it wasn't the one that mick sent you, but the one he willingly posted in social media for the account of the circuit, which you both agreed on. “but why? don't friends do that too?”

you just sighed. you're getting to know momo really well and you just don't want to make anything awkward with her. you cross your fingers in hopes that she doesn't see this article, but then a message pops up, one from momo, joking.

momo: they had a field day with this one

momo: is the next article gonna tell us taking turns in giving each other grand prix wins?

you pouted, knowing that she was joking. you don't even know why you had a little pang of disappointment when she didn't tease you further in the way you wanted.

momo wondered why you were taking time to reply. not that it was so common for her to receive a new text every time you chat, it was just that she knows you've read it already.

momo: i bet the next article is that we've been dating for years now

you laughed at your screen and almost spilled your warmed milk. (yes, it helps you sleep so what if you drink warm milk.)

y/n: that would personally give me a concussion even with just a thought

y/n: your social media managers would be sooooooo mad since they've been trying to set you up with that miu miu model ever since

momo pouts at the realization. you two have always been formed as this sort of rivals; always hot headed, never friends, worse than enemies.

momo: and your managers would have a bad time too

momo: like they've been trying to get you to everywhere to get at least a good girlfriend

you sighed. she was correct. you've been invited to different sports events, modelled for brands, and many more just to make connections. it's a reality you two couldn't help but face.

y/n: what if you get me one?

y/n: you have waaaay more friends in monte carlo than i do

momo: i'm not the one throwing the party, dumbass

y/n: yeah but i know you have a whole roster there

y/n: remember that one article when they said that you took a girl after a party with her friends

momo: oh shut up like you don't do that too.

y/n: yes, but in more discreet places

momo: you're a freeeeak!

y/n: can't blame me for having a little craving. racing is so damn stressful.

momo: well, true

y/n: but i’ll actually get going now because i'm sleepy…

momo: okay whatever

momo: i'm sleeping too

you laughed as you closed your phone, and looked forward to tomorrow.

you heard three long honks, the shrill, deep and loud sound of each scrutinizing beep reaching your deep sleeping ears.

“jesus christ,” you whine, rubbing your eyes in annoyance, ridding the sleepy dust around it. you then hear your doorbell, and you run to your door fastly, “coming!”

you opened the door to see your teammate, all prepped up and proper. “our flight is at 10 am.” she reminds and laughs at your still ‘i-woke-up-like-this’ appearance. “wanna fly out looking like that?”

“no,” you rubbed your arms, feeling a little chill from the outside air. hyunnie heads inside with you, “i thought you weren't coming?” you asked.

“i'm not going to the party, dumbass,” hyunnie mentions. “it's for bachelorettes, and you should be glad i'm taken.”

“or you'll scare the bitches off, yeah,” you joked. “anyways, how about sana?”

“she's going to be my date, why?” hyunnie retaliated as she chuckled, sitting down on your sofa. “anyways, get dressed and fixed now. we're gonna run late.”

you whine once more. “what time is it?”

“8:40.” hyunnie says.

“oh, fuck,” you hurried your steps to your room, closing the door, immediately ridding of your sleep clothes to take a bath. “you should've woken me up sooner!” you shout from your bathroom.

“i've been honking the fuck out of my r34, stupid!”

you arrived at 10 am, on the dot. you look at your watch and the private jet is stopping right in front of you and your teammate, parking nicely in a little spot to open the stairs.you grunt as you take the steps up, quite chilly with the wind hitting your bare face.

“alright,” you sigh as you load your luggage in the little cabin just above you. your phone rings, f1 radio style, and hyunnie lets out a little snort at your notification sound. “hey,” you pouted as you sat on your designated, taking out your phone. “oh, well.”

momo: look outside

you pulled up the window pane of your seat, seeing a familiar red, italian sports car stopping just right beside your teammate's gorgeous r34. “what the hel-”

“i mean, she's the only one coming.” hyunnie says in defence. “plus, we're trying to cut carbon emissions. jihyo didn't fly out because she's got to deal with car developments." she smiles, tight lipped, covering her eyes to sleep.

“okay,” you then sat down as you stared at momo, who was making way to the plane. you see that there was a vacant seat right in front of you, “and she's taking lewis's premium heated and massager seat?”

“if you want it that bad,” hyunnie takes her eye covers off for a second and looks you straight in the eyes, like it's gonna burn you. “just get the damn package, get your seat upholstered with what lewis had.”

you laugh at your friend's antics, “why are you so snappy today?”

momo grunts as she gets inside the plane, her luggage getting rolled by the pilots to a small cabin behind the cockpit.

“because sana's got problems, and that includes a man getting linked to her.” momo says as she takes the seat in front of you, immediately turning on the massage feature, she groans in pleasure, “holy shit,” she chuckles, her eyes closed and her body is literally melting on the seat. “this is so damn good. you guys don't even have championships, how the hell do you afford these?”

“lewis does,” you corrected, and your breath almost hitches. your palms were getting clammy, and you don't know why your heart was beating so loud in your chest as you stared at her getting the massage done in utter pleasure. you gulp, keeping yourself together. “he had eight.” you sighed.

you took a minute to gather your thoughts as you closed the window beside you. momo was still having that expression just in front of you, but her eyes were staring down at you. you look down to check on yourself, if there was anything wrong, and unconsciously touch your face.

“well,” momo snickered, observing the bag on your lap. “got any snacks too, y/n?”

you laughed. she was definitely looking at the unhealthy bag of snacks you brought in after your little convenience store run before being late. “it's mine, yes,” you said, holding the bag of snacks close to you. “and i’m not sharing. i haven't had breakfast, and i’m going to eat the plastic out of this plane, if you don't want that happening, you better s-”

“you're still yapping,” momo draws out as she increases the function on her massage chair. “you know what, maybe you need some champagne, or a really strong drink— just to wash some of that morning sassiness.”

“momo,” you sigh and take out your favourite snack out of the bag, opening the delicate plastic of it and the scent of it fills the air. “this is my breakfast.” you pointed at the snack, open and filling the air with it's honey butter scent. “please don't even try to get some, or get alcohol running in my system. that's unhealthy and gonna kill you."

“don't worry, i had my breakfast, so i can have a drink," momo still grunts in pleasure, trying out the vibration massage on the calves of the chair. “this is phenomenal. i could sit here forever.”

“oh yeah?" you chuckled and took a bite of your chips, trying to mask the obvious tense that you feel in your gut. “anyways, if you need anything else, you can help yourself,” you grunt as you stood up, getting up to get some water from the little refrigerator just behind you. “there's a bunch of snacks there, and drinks,” you smiled. “don't expect that we have your little italian cookies and swiss chocolate because the team's very much japanese and not as rich as any other team.”

momo sighs. “ugh, alright” she said, turning off the massage function, finally. you calm down as she stands up, getting a bottle of water as she watches you gobble up the bag of goodies in your hand. “do you like flying out, y/n?” momo then suddenly asks as she sat down once more.

“hm,” you hummed, deep in thought. “i mean, it's not the most productive time,” you explained. “but it's nice. i get to rest, get a little bored, then bam, before i land i’m yapping to my race engineer about my ideal race strategies.”

“you,” momo laughs deeply, one you've heard rarely. “you're a nerd.”

“yeah!” you smiled at her, acknowledging the name, and the adjective. “if i wasn't, i wouldn't be a world champion contender. we're pretty close, you know? imagine losing to a nerd.”

“i did,” momo sighed as she closed her eyes. “karting, formula 2, formula 3, hell, even in the sim racing competition. i know the feeling.”

“okay,” you laughed loudly. “get used to it, hm?”

“hell no.” momo scoffed, fully succumbing to the warmth of sleep.

hours in flight pass quickly, and hyunnie, a few centimetres away from you, giggles like a highschooler on her phone.

“must be fun,” you teased, singing your words in a funny tune. “sana?”

hyunnie just nodded and continued typing, “of course, who else would it be?”

“dunno?” you played, remembering your teammate's amazing roster. “ms. worldwide probably has someone else waiting on her dm.”

“oh yeah, sana too,” your teammate nonchalantly rebutted. “we're quits; that part was our past and we're quitting that practice of ours.”

hyunnie then looks up from her phone to look at your eyes sincerely, “what about you? ever miss ms. monte carlo?”

“oh shut up,” you nervously laughed. “how could i not forget?”

“you literally forgot her name and how she looked, stupid,” your teammate teased. “all you had left was her ring.”

“right.” you fiddle with the ring on your right index finger, the cool, silver metal sticking to your skin so well that you don't even wanna let it go. “i hope she knows i still kept it.”

“jesus christ, you're hopeless,” hyunnie laughs at your ideal. “got any leads?”

“none. zero. nada,” you put your hand on your forehead, disappointed at the situation you're in right now. “but still. she's just around and we won't even know it anymore.” you sighed. “was i so damn drunk that i can't even remember her face?”

momo shifts in her recliner at the little chatter that got into her ears as she slept. she smiles, knowing that she remembers a night, leaving in the morning after having fun, putting her tiffany and co. ring at a hotel nightstand.

ms. monte carlo was a specific case. you rarely get drunk, and you were so damn sure that every drink in the room was spiked with something. you take down shots of tequila, or whatever clear liquid was on the table.

you don't even know how you got outside. it was just someone pulling you— her hair smelled like peaches which you smell as you caught up behind her, and her hands were soft to your touch as you felt it against your skin.

the next moment you know is you're being kissed against the doorframe of your hotel room, gentle as ever.

“hey, your card,” she chuckled. “we need to get inside, darling.”

you immediately reached out for it in your right pocket, half conscious, and handed it over to her.

you felt her arms wrap around your waist securely, like you were porcelain about to crush when you hit something else; you just know the door’s locked tight, and you're just so sure you're in the arms of someone who knows what they do.

your world was still spinning in circles, it also doesn't help that you lost your trusty prescription glasses in the middle of your drinking session because one of the models tried it out. you can't see her and that upsets you.

she doesn't immediately dive into you as she locks lips with you towards the bed. you were put down on the soft sheets slowly, but she still remained firmly holding you by the waist as she put her thighs to straddle your body.

“hey,” you smiled, rubbing her thighs. she gently leverages herself, her ass lifting away from your body as she shifts. “everything alright?”

“hm, yes,” she then leaned down, taking a hold of your wrists as she kissed you. “i’m alright now i've got you like this, darling.”

“okay,” you giggled, and you're starting to lose your conscience. that tight, gentle and sure grip on your wrists wakes you up, as you feel her hand glide from one button of your linen shirt to another button being pried open. “darling,” you called out, moving your wrists. “please, i wanna touch you.”

she slowly lets go of your wrists, letting her hands slide to your arms as she nips the skin in the middle of your bra-clad chest.

“beautiful,” she says as she looks up at you, tracing the lace lines that go around it to wrap on your skin. “god,” she kissed you on the lips once more, letting you savor the taste of her lips as she removed your shirt completely away from your body, leaving it somewhere on the floor. “you look so fucking good.”

you moaned the moment she trailed her kisses from your jaw to your neck, unclasping your bra skillfully, with one hand. she immediately discards it, and latches her mouth on one as she grasps the other, kneading just right to make you hold onto her.

“fuck,” you grunt. your nerves were overridden, and you closed your eyes at the pleasure with the world still spinning around you. “darling, you're so fucking good,” you hissed at her teeth grazing your sensitive mound. “more.”

she pulls away and stares at you for a second, leaving you high and absolutely wet, that she teases, “i love it when you're so damn pliant,” she whispered, letting her hands wander on your abdomen, teasing back and forth whether she would pull down your matching linen pants. “tell me what you want, darling.”

“please,” you begged, looking at her, but still you were quite unclear. “please, darling, fuck me.”

“how?” she whispered teasingly. “tell me.”

“fingers, tongue, or whatever,” your voice shook in both nervousness and excitedness. this person calling you darling was a complete stranger and your upper half is on display for her to see. what's there to lose if you're this vulnerable now? “please, darling.”

“good girl,” she smiles, removing her shirt as she goes down to place your back comfortably on the headboard. “you can't touch, okay? you can moan all you want but if you touch me, we're over. got that, darling?”

“yes, maam,” you smiled. “i get it.”

“good,” she then slowly unties your pants, removing them and your matching lace panties show in her face with a big spot of wetness in the middle. she slowly removes it, the layer of your wetness sticking to the material, leaving a string as she pulls it off of you. “fuck, you're so damn wet for me, darling.” she chuckled lowly, your cunt out for her to stare, and later, devour.

she trails a hand from your entrance to your clit, lathering her fingers with the fluid that accumulated as she played with you. she hummed, slowly putting her index and middle fingers to be enveloped by your warm, velvety pussy walls as you moaned loudly.

“so deep, fuck,” you hiss, your hips moving upward as your back arched to her touch. “more,” you groaned as she kept her fingers stationary, leaving you in such a state of expectation for her to fuck you sensless. “darling, please.”

slowly, she thrusts her fingers in and out as she spreads you further, “i love it so much when you beg, darling,” she breathily says as she lets your thighs go on each of your shoulders comfortably. “fuck.” she kisses on your inner thigh nipping on it to tease you a little. you squirm into her touch like you're putty under her.

her tongue pushes flat against your entrance to your clit, gathering the tasteful juices, “you're delicious, darling,” she whispered, taking another lick as you moaned. “can't wait to eat you all night.”

you gripped on the bed sheets tighter, remembering that you can't touch her just yet. your hips rut against her lapping tongue and thrusting fingers, making your head spin in pleasure.

“so tight for me,” she whispered, latching away from your clit to move her hair from one side to another, opening your folds to just see how sopping you were. “you’re g’nna cum, huh?” she teased, the pad of her thumb rubbing your clit directly, making you jolt.

“yes, fuck,” you held onto the sheets, rutting your hips to her hand frantically as she went up to nip on your neck’s skin. “fuck, i'm gonna-”

she then whispered, “cum for me, darling.”

you screamed as the feeling in your stomach explodes to her hand, making you see stars. you were panting, your body flushed against hers, as you kissed, her hand continuing the ministrations to get you calming down.

your tongues clash, and she bites down on your lip as you ran out of breath. “wanna taste?” she said, bringing the set of fingers she used on you to your mouth.

you slowly licked your juices off of her fingers, looking at her directly.

“good girl,” you heard her lowly chuckle as she straddled you again. she slowly removed her fingers away from your mouth, and she settled right on top of you. “you can touch me now, darling.”

“fuck, finally,” you bit her lip as you finally kneaded at her full breasts. “you're so damn perfect.”

momo remembers that night vividly. she watches her drunk rival, this person seemingly just appearing right after her operation.

she never thought you would look this good. tousled hair, linen blue shirt with two buttons open, and your little nerdy glasses— she doesn't know if you were looking that good, or if her nerves were on fire because of the alcohol. one sure thing is that she wants to get you for the night.

it goes on for hours, that little play of hers just staring at you like she has tunnel vision. she sees that you're then surrounded by models, and that your glasses are gone. she remembers you freaking out since you really can't see without them during a karting race when you two were younger.

her feet moved with what her body told her, and she drags you out of the club.

now, she looks at you with her eyes as she sees you enjoying sucking on her perky breast while you knead the other. she gently places a hand on your hair, pushing you closer to her.

“fuck, darling.” she moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“ride me,” you smirked as you pulled away from her breasts. “use me.” you leaned back completely, letting your back lay flat on the bed as you sneak up your hands to her thighs, hooking one side of her panties to remove. “please, darling?”

oh god, momo couldn't resist. those puppy eyes twinkling made her invincible. she knows that you're sure that it isn't momo the driver whom you got into serious fights with, but it was just someone you wanted to please— someone whom you wanted to give yourself to for the night.

you slowly removed her panties, letting her straddle your face. you licked from her entrance to her clit, catching the nectar that falls from her.

“darling, more,” she held onto your hair, setting the pace as you laid your tongue flat for her to grind on. “good girl,” she grunts, her movement frantic against you. she looks down to see the most gorgeous pair of begging eyes, and she thought you looked good but not like this good under her. “so fucking polite for me.”

you then trace your hand to insert in her hole, and she moaned loudly when you finally took your fingers to enter her wet, waiting hole. you hummed as you sucked on her clit, lapping at it occasionally as she shook above you.

you curl your fingers up, and you feel her wetness on your tongue accumulate.

“baby, i'm gonna cum,” she bites her lower lip as she feels you do your ministrations fastly. “y/n!”

she squirted, flooding both your face and your lips. she slowly detaches herself from you after her high, and she laid beside you.

you stare at her, mouth still wet with her juices, and she sees you suck at your fingers so good, cheeks hollowed out, “you taste good, darling.” you smirked as you kissed her again, letting her taste herself.

she felt her body just relax. then later her eyes fall heavy, surrendering to sleep with both utter warmth and pleasure. she can't even think anymore, knowing that you were the one beside her. she'll just deal with it in the morning.

but now, you pull her to your arms, and there it starts— her head on your chest, your arms wrapping around her and you sleep thinking about peach shampoo.

“peach.” you mumble in your sleep, lips moving in a pout and momo observes intently, giggling to herself at how cute you were. the flight was almost done, and you were set to land in about 30 minutes.

“hey,” hyunnie stands up and wakes you up as she gently taps on your shoulder. “we're almost here.”

you stirred from your sleep, stretching out your limbs, and you smiled with your eyes closed, “ah, really?”

momo smiles to herself at the sight. she knows you are cute, everyone does— but why does her heart skip a little beat? she really shook off the thought, wriggling her arms and hands suddenly like she was also stretching.

you fold your in flight blanket, and momo just stares at you, “first time seeing someone fold a blanket, miss?” you joked.

momo then composes herself, “no,” she laughs. “just first time seeing you this nerdy.”

“damn,” you then looked at her, fixing your glasses even to give you the full effect. “now you've got one,” you grunted, getting your fia rulebook in your messenger bag just right beside you. “ is this even more nerdy?”

“god, you're insufferable,” hyunnie jokes. “that’s why no one got you except miss monte carlo. and you were high. and you didn't have your glasses.”

“hey!” you kid around with your teammate. “sana's definitely just doing community service when she's with you. like…” you then looked at momo, expecting her to ride on in your little joke towards your teammate.

“yeah, like,” momo chuckled, remembering the red clad racing driver, and her preference. “she doesn't date girls below 5’8.”

you pull out a string of “ooh”-s from your mouth. hyunnie laughs along, knowing well that you two were joking.

later on, the plane lands, and you're greeted by a very nice ensemble of italian cars, and a familiar driver.

“hello, welcome,” he says and greets you. “glad you made it, y/n!” he then hugs you tight, feeling very happy with your presence.

your history with charles was one of a kind, like brother and sister; basically he guided you in your first few years, even when you were in a different junior team, and in a completely different team now.

“hello, momo,” charles then greets the person beside you. “you look amazing. ” he compliments, also very happy to see his direct junior. you don't know much about them, but charles has been keeping an eye out for momo.

“and you,” charles then moves to hyunnie. “where's sana?” he asked, curious about her other half.

“had to deal with something back home,” momo says. “she's taking a flight later though.”

“oh, alright,” charles then smiles, and walks towards the cars. he presents it with his arms open, “choose your poison, guys.”

a question flew to your mind. there's no way you could fit your carriers in any of the cars in front of you “what about our luggages?”

“don't worry about it, ma belle,” charles tapped your back. “always worrying,” he sighs jokingly. “anyways, yeah, just choose and i’ll give you the key!”

momo was left in front of a ferrari daytona sp3, “my god.” charles smiles, hands momo the key by throwing it, and she gladly catches it in her hands.

hyunnie hums and went beside a ferrari 812 competizione a, in its bone white, #16 glory. charles gently gave the key to her and she let out a little “yes!”

“you know what i want, frére.” you stand beside the familiar f40, and he throws you the key as well as he went to his ferrari purosangue.

“you know where to go!” he says and waves as he spins out of his parking state, and off the airstrip.

you excitedly get in the car, well, you can't deny the feeling of a ferrari— something this classic makes your nerves electrocute in so many ways no one could understand.

you three arrive at the leclerc’s house, it was a simple complex overlooking the sea of monte carlo. it's been years since you've met charles, but this place of his has never changed.

“suit yourselves, guys,” he says and he's immediately greeted by his little dachshund, leo, who also jumps up at momo's presence. “the other drivers are already in their hotels, and i'm actually surprised that you've come in late.”

“we're late?” you then asked, immediately going for a glass of water in his kitchen.

“only for an hour. mina and the rookie arrived a little over an hour ago,” he informed. “so that's the story. but you three are right in time for lunch, so go eat, you guys.” he says, inviting the other two to his table. “you need to be filled before the party or else you'd puke your insides like miss here,” he points at you. “and she comes crying to the room and asks ‘dude noooo she went away!!’ then pukes all over my floor.”

you laughed at the memory of you just crashing at this place, a little over breakfast and he hands you coffee to talk about it immediately.

the night comes really quickly. the breeze becomes cold, the lights of the casinos, centers, and buildings turn on to reflect a hue of warmth to the coolness of the sea. you walk out of the hotel, the yacht just a pedestrian lane away from you, and you see the single drivers have fun.

it was a wild mix of people; both lower and upper bunk containing old and new drivers, some said hello, some completely ignored you, and some were just really shy.

you came up to the bar, half shouting to the bartender as you couldn't hear over the music. you take a shot of the drink, and a girl takes the spot beside you.

“great seeing you here, suertudo.” she says, reaching out a hand for you to shake.

“oh, hello,” you then shook her hand, not quite sure of her identity. “from wrc, right?”

“yes,” she then lightly chuckled. “huh yunjin. also a rookie.”

“oh my god, that's brilliant!” you exclaimed in happiness in meeting a fellow rookie. “i've heard so many things about you, ms. huh.”

“hope it isn't bad,” she jokes as she takes a sip from her white wine. “i've also heard a lot of things about you, y/n. you're amazing.”

“thank you,” you bowed gently, quite comical. “seems like you've been here for quite a while now. first time?”

“yeah, first time,” yunjin smiles. “how about you?”

“nope. this is my third,” you whispered, getting close to the proximity of her face. “i also know someone who's a first timer.”

yunjin perks up and her eyes go wide, “oh really? mind telling me who?”

“that cute person right there,” you pointed kazuha among the crowd, looking out at the sea as she held a glass of red wine. “she's nice. i think you two would go really well together. give it a shot?”

“you bet,” yunjin then stands up with her drink, clearing crinkles on her skirt, and fixing her shirt. you also came up to fix on her hair, gently tucking the hair behind her ear. “yes, thank you, this is perfect.”

you then smiled and cheered, “you go, girl!”

nonetheless, it ticked momo. her senses were high, her heart was beating fast, even if she's got hands of guys and girls roaming around her body; she sees you in the room making another woman feel giddy, she can't help but feel her heartstrings pulling her feet to move to you.

you chuckled as you watched yunjin leave, off to kazuha, and a tight grip was on your wrist as soon as they shook hands.

“what?” you asked loudly. it was momo, seemingly tugging you out.

you tried to force her down but surprisingly, she was stronger than what you've expected, and so you two are now on the streets, cars passing you by as the loud clubbing yacht becomes far gone.

you looked at her angrily. you don't understand why you needed to be dragged out and for what? the worst is that your friend is the one dragging you out like you're some kid.

“i know that you're mad,” she says, still holding your wrist. “but let me talk, okay?”

“why?” you exclaimed, trying to let go of her grip. “what do you want me to do, hirai?!”

“let's get away here, please,” she calmly says, eyes begging for you to understand them. “somewhere a little far.”

“let me go. i need to walk.” you firmly said, and you walked ahead of her, almost jogging. you don't even know why you just let momo hirai, your supposed contender, follow you as you went ahead.

“okay.” you then arrived at a small speakeasy hidden behind a winery, and you pulled out a barstool for momo to sit on. “mind explaining?” you then asked, and you ordered two glasses of your favorite cocktail.

she gently sits down, and says, “i needed to tell you something.”

“hm,” you handed over the other glass to her side and you clinked it as you drank. “continue please?”

momo deeply sighs, and it made you quite nervous. it seems important when she opens her mouth to say: “i'm ms. monte carlo.”

“oh cool! ms. monte carlo!” you said, repeating what she said, and your brain haywired. “what do you mean you're ms. monte carlo?!”

“i kissed you. we made out. i left that ring on your bedside table because i took it out before i slept,” she explained, chugging down on the cocktail for liquid courage. “you can ask sana about that ring. it's a gift from scaglietti when we were teammates."

“what the hell.” you then looked down at the ring, realizing that it's hers. “h-how do you know ms. monte carlo?”

“heard you two on the plane,” momo giggles, asking for a stronger drink. “i think you forgot how good my hearing is, y/n.”

“okay, but,” you then sighed, trying to process all of what's happening right now. “why are you telling me this?”

“you deserve to know,” she taps on your cheek, giggling once more. “it’s a cute thing that you kept this one,” her fingers grazed over your (her) ring, fiddling with it. “and, it's fair.”

she takes out a familiar necklace out, it was gold, with a detailed wing, a gift from lewis for making it out of the hospital. it's quite the common design for necklaces, so you really didn't mind it when momo wore it for the night. you've been scolded for not having it with you, “how?”

“it was on your bedside too,” she chuckled, seemingly amused by your cluelessness. “need to be equal, right?”

“well, that's fair,” you snickered as you interlock your hand with hers. “i- um,” you cleared your throat as you looked at her. “where do we go from here?”

“didn't know you were that fast,” momo joked. “you set the pace, racer.”

“you are too,” you chuckled. “um, i'm just glad that you're not awkward with it or anything.”

“why would i be?” she questioned, looking at her interlaced hands with yours. “unless you want to make it seem like we didn't... you know.”

“i know that part already,” you laughed, almost as if you were getting pretty annoyed. “we've eaten each other out, quite literally.”

“hey!” she jokingly hits your shoulder.

“what? it's right.”

“it is,” she leans forward to whisper, “was i good?”

“well, you were,” you honestly confessed. “that's why i wanted to find you, to thank you at least.”

“that's really cute,” she said, leaning back a bit to tease you. “i only accept gratitude in the form of the top step of the podium.”

“then we're going to have a problem,” you teased back, leaning forward to look at her. “that's the gratitude i want to accept too.”

“honestly, i've been wanting to break it to you for so long now,” she giggled once more as the pads of her thumbs rub on to your cheeks, cupping the side of your face. “especially since you've been getting close with me.”

you lean into her gentle, secure touch, “i'm glad you told me.”

you went closer, the familiar peach scent engulfing your very being, and your lips pressed against her glossed ones; full of desire like it's the only thing you've ever known to do.

momo hums into the kiss, and she pulls away, but your foreheads stay together as you giggled to yourselves.

you still don't know what it means, how you get so pumped when she locks lips with you. it's terrifying how you like it more than when she goes up against you in a tight race.

“don't think, darling,” she says, like she's been reading your mind. “you don't need to sort it out just yet."

she was right. all that's left to do is to enjoy.

after all, you found her.

#twice imagines #twice fluff #twice smut #momo #momo imagines #momo fluff #momo smut

[azrakaban]

Theodore nott fluffy dating head canons please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

AGH YES YIPPEE I LOVE WRITING THESE I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS

Theodore Nott Headcanons <3

Let's get right into it with some basic Theo headcanons, and then some dating ones too!

- Deffo has a Bernese Mountain dog back at home tbh, his mum loved them and got one before she died, and he loves that dog because it's all he really has left of her presence in his home

- Besties with Mattheo since they were both really little

- His mum died when he was eight, in childbirth, when giving birth to his little sister.

- his family is the Slytherin equivalent of the Weasleys, but reversed. He has four older sisters, and two younger sisters.

- Forces Mattheo to help him babysit his sisters

- Lapses into Italian when he gets tired

- Deffo sleeptalks in Italian, and when you first started dating you probably got so confused 😭

- He's really irritating when teaching you Italian, he'll throw in a word into his sentence and then make you look it up in a dictionary

- For sure loves dancing, whether or not you're good, if you're alone and there's music, call yourself Ginger Rogers

- Big fan of hand holding, he likes the feeling of having you that close.

- Hilarious when drunk, drunk words sober thoughts fr. He'll insult Draco's bleach, but then look at you and be like "Amore mio! guarda Matteo, guarda com'è bella! Aspetta, cosa stai facendo? Smettila di guardare la mia ragazza!" (My love! Look Mattheo, look how beautiful she is! Wait, stop looking at my girl!)

- Definitely a cat person besides his Bernese, and would adopt a black cat ASAP

- Would totally be an animagus, probably a black cat or a wolf

- If wolf, he'd maybe let you ride on his back. Only if he was in a good mood though.

- His music taste: Classical, specifically Beethoven, chase Atlantic, Coldplay. Guilty pleasure is Ariana Grande.

- Love language? Teaching you Italian for sure. Although does give presents randomly if he feels like it, but not too often.

- Definitely ambidextrous, and will help you write your homework. He learns how to mimic your handwriting so that if you don't feel good, he can do your homework for you

- convinced he sleeps with so many blankets that trying to find him in that MESS of a bed is impossible 😭

- actually apologises to your teddies if they fall of your bed

- reads poetry to calm down and will write it about you (you'll never see it though)

- definitely the designated driver most of the time 😭

- he's got snacks stashed all over the castle incase you two get hungry but you'll never know where he's hiding them 😭

- he has a resting bitch face until you're in the room

- queen of accidental photo bombs and there is not a single cute picture of you two no matter how

- pookie CANNOT swim. Don't even get him to try 🤡

- he's an ambivert, so mainly introverted with people he doesn't know, but is actually the clown of the group (him and Mattheo)

- He can play cello and double bass, but only plays for you if you ask

- actually the biggest hopeless romantic, Mr Darcy type shit

- Insanely good singer, and will sing to you in Italian

- good at herbology, took it for OWLS and NEWTs and became friends with Neville through it, they partner every day

- his favourite colour is navy

- Will speak Italian to Mattheo, who can speak it too, just to be funny. Like he'll be glaring at Draco and saying to Mattheo:

"So you think firewhiskey is worse than Muggle tequila?"

"Uh yeah, why are we glaring at Draco?"

"I want him to think we're shit talking him. So do you eat crackers when you drink or not?"

"No, gross. Nutella pancakes."

"Sounds... surprisingly good."

- He cannot wink, so he'll pass you a note in class and try but it looks like he's got something in his eye because both his eyes start twitching 😭

- He thinks pick up lines are shit, and won't use them. He will however ask you out politely and take you on a date or a few before he asks you to be his partner.

Hope this is what you were looking for! Love and thanks for the request <3

#theodore nott x fem!reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theodore nott headcanons #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #harry potter #don't even ask #slytherin #slytherin boys #slytherins #slytherin boys headcanons #slytherin boys fluff #mattheo riddle headcanon #mattheo riddle

[rockinrpmemes]

Some things NEW RP blogs need to understand about tumblr rpc etiquette:

It's good to see the RPC slowly reseeding itself after tumblr went all "scorched earth" on the writing community a few years ago. However, with a new crop RP'ers, comes a few issues that need to be addressed...Again.

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If you are underage and approach a RP blog that clearly states: "NO ONE UNDER 18/21" Move on. We will not follow back, in fact, many of us surviving RP'ers since the 2015 RPC exodus are well over 30 now, and we will not be caught in some sick trap because a child thinks it's not a big deal to RP mature content with us. Go find someone your own age, and don't ruin our lives (literally, it's illegal and gross) because you have no impulse control.

Please, always reblog aesthetic pics, art, etc. from SOURCE, not the RP blog you're following. It's great if you like the photo or drawing we posted for our muse/s too, and want it as aesthetic for your muse/s, but understand you are clogging up the our Activity Feed. We don't see it as a compliment, rather, we see it as someone that is using our blog as a "resource" to siphon from, and nothing else. You will learn, as you RP more, even if you use some kind of thread tracker app, we ALL rely on Activity to see what exactly is going on with our threads and headcanons. Reblogging art, gifs, photosets, and text posts directly from us is a breach of RPC etiquette.

Same for memes...if you reblog a meme from us, and not the OP or another meme blog in the reblog roll, this looks like you're only following the RP blog as a resource, and not as a potential partner. Some RP'ers on here practice "meme/reblog karma" which means, if you take a meme, send a meme. But generally, 99% of the RPC frown deeply on RP'ers that reblog memes from them instead of source. Use the search bar and look up: "RP MEMES", many will pop up, often from Meme blogs like this one.

Some RP'ers do NOT feel comfortable with duplicates of our muses following them. Please read their guidelines or ask the mun privately if you are unsure. I don't know how it is elsewhere, but in the tumblr RPC, we have often seen duplicates of our muses stealing from us, so it raises a red flag across the board. Be it headcanons, plot arcs, ship-mates, etc. True, we can't steal partners/ship-mates. They can go write with whomever they please. But understand, if a duplicate starts to reblog ALL our stuff for their blog, and copy our plot lines and hound our main partners in order to replace us, it's very suspect, and you deserve the hard block you get. Where it gets confusing, is that some of us have no problem writing with duplicates, because we impliment "multi verse/ multi ship" law. Again, if you are unsure, READ THE BLOG'S GUIDELINES OR ASK the MUN.

If you send a meme or IC ask to RP blog to break the ice, be sure you actually know who and what their muse is. IE: If someone has a very canonly sweet and gentle muse, and you send them a confrontational, "down-to-fight" meme from your muse, I don't care if your muse is a textbook asshole. Use better judgement, because I can bet 9/10 times, the mun won't answer, because they will be baffled on how to reply. Same in reverse; if your muse is an innocent sweetheart, and you approach a chainsaw wielding murder demon from hell, while playing the cutiepie card, you will not get a good response. Know the type of muse you are approaching! We are not responsible for your muse's experience. We will answer In Character, or not at all. Don't complain about it later.

Never join in on a thread or verse that you are not invited to join. Again, I don't know where anyone allows this intrusive behavior, but if you see 2 or 3 people deeply embroiled in their own threading, you sticking your head into their thread and reblogging it to your blog "to keep" as a fanfiction or to "join in," is beyond rude and invasive. THREADS ARE NOT FANFICTION. You can "like" a thread, or do dash commentary, even message the authors on your compliments, but you never ever put yourself or your muse/s in their world without plotting or asking first.

#RPC help #RPC Aid #New RPG Help #New to RP #Rebloggable

[slexenskee]

What is the international view on Dabi and Ru-kun? What about Otheon? Do they envy Japan for having him and f-ing it up? Or do they look at his chaotic gremlin self and think, thank god he's not here?

Thanks for the newest update! I appreciate your hard work and dedication! ❤️

Yes and yes 😂

Most countries would love to have him, but are simultaneously relieved to not have to deal with him. But he definitely has massive international appeal, being famous for American music and being a European hero, even if he's based out of Japan.

Honestly, Otheon lowkey loves him. He's a huge pain in the ass and a massive chaos gremlin, but he's their agent of chaos, you know? The rest of the EU feels similar, and I imagine people go to the ruins of the old Humarise bases in all the various cities like they're tourist attractions lol. That random Swiss cafe that Ru-kun would meet up with Clair at? They let you take photos at the table he always sat at 😂 Otheon definitely makes a killing peddling 'Official' Six Eyes merch.

I actually think the tables have turned when it comes to his identities, and all his fans are scrambling to keep up;

For Dabi content, Japan is still the #1 source for all info. So all his international fans wait on baited breath for info from their JPN counterparts, and crowd around fan-translators for live updates.

For No Scrubs stuff though, it's the opposite. Fans have had to beg the English speaking fans for translations, especially for the older No Scrubs songs that aren't released officially and only exist as fan-video uploads. And those same fan-translators have had to reverse translate for JPN fans/fans for other languages.

Also, I headcanon that No Scrubs has always been more famous abroad than in Japan, just because of the way they got famous from fan-uploaded online youtube videos of English music, so they've always had a very broad international audience and by nature of the songs being in English, a lot of appeal to English speaking countries. But of course you don't have to be from an English speaking country to enjoy music in English, and with the internet being what it is, it's always been a very global fanbase.

But this means that straight from the get-go Makoto has always positioned No Scrubs to maximize their global appeal (when they finally got serious about PR and stuff lol) so they've always done global releases and when they do interviews and stuff it's not just centered around Japanese media, so that stuff has always been easily accessible to the global public.

And now that both identities are public, it's become the Pepe Silvia meme with fan translators trying to put together the lyrics of certain songs to various interviews in both english and japanese, and it's a big ole' mess 😂

#fic may death never stop you #mdnsy asks

[blubushie]

biggest pet peeve in sniper art?

Oh boy. A few of these actually. (I'm assuming you mean Sniper TF2 and not general snipers in art...)

Under the cut cuz it's long.

His rifle drawn improperly. The anatomy is very simple and if necessarily, just reference instead of butchering it—even if you're doing realistic art, he uses a Remington 700, and there's more than enough reference photos online for the most popular sporting rifle ever sold. I've seen people draw it like a handgun. On a similar note–

Him shouldering his rifle incorrectly. Or just handling it incorrectly in general. Rifle slots in just above the armpit—when your stretch your dominant arm forward while leaning in and bracing your muscles, it forms a pocket at the shoulder just above your armpit between the head of your humerus and your pectoral muscle. This creates a firm pocket that the butt of a rifle will slot into. If it's not in this pocket, you're gonna have a bad time.

Using the wrong arm to support the rifle vs handle the trigger. I've seen horrors. While Sniper is implied to be ambidextrous, he shoots right-handed. This means the rifle slots on his RIGHT shoulder, and his RIGHT trigger finger is on the trigger. His LEFT HAND is used to support the weight of the rifle at the forestock. On a similar note–

Ambidextrous Sniper is cool and I love seeing left-handed Sniper when it's done properly. Downside—his right eye is his dominant eye, so unless his right hand is injured in a way that he can't pull a trigger with that hand, he would not be shooting left-handed.

Speaking of dominant eyes—you look down the scope with your dominant eye. The eye NOT looking down the scope is called your off-eye. YOU DO NOT CLOSE YOUR OFF-EYE WHEN SHOOTING. OFF-EYE STAYS OPEN. Firstly it's for safety, because if your off-eye is closed you can't see what's happening in your immediate vicinity. Two, it's for performance. You can't change targets as easily with your off-eye closed. Any sniper worth his salt, especially a professional, is keeping his off-eye open. This is hunting 101 and something Sniper, former outback hunter of dangerous game, would know and practise religiously.

Speaking of scopes—eye relief. You do not put your face right up to the scope. There should be 10cm or about 4 inches between your face and the scope. Otherwise when you fire you're going to get a black eye when the recoil makes the scope hit you in the face. You'll take your eye out, kid.

People who draw him with his comics hair and call that a mullet. Almost none of you know what a mullet it. A little tuft of hair at the nape of the neck isn't a mullet! Those who give him an actual mullet when you say that shit, I love you

People who draw his scars incorrectly. They make them look fresh—with the sutures still present. Sutures aren't permanent and are removed after a week to a few weeks, depending on healing and how deep the wound is. Once SCARRED he wouldn't have horizontal lines through the scars. He'd just have long scars and dotted scars alongside where the sutures used to be. And looking at my own scars, in most places you can't see the dotting from the sutures since the holes heal easy and don't often scar.

Skinny twiggy Sniper that looks like he's about to drop dead of malnutrition. Have you not read the comics? Do you not know what lean, functional muscle looks like? Fuck's sake.

Ok reckon that's all of them for now.

#blu whos #tf2 #sniper tf2 #sniperposting

[lvcky-g1rl-syndr0me]

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as y/n walked to the hype cafe, she immediately spotted riki, a head above the rest. so tall she could point him out in a crowd anywhere. she took a deep breath and took a moment to compose herself before eventually walking over to him. she tapped him on his shoulder as he was facing away from her. "oh! hey!" there it is that smile. to say she loved his smile would be an understatement. she thought it was the prettiest thing she'd ever seen and she nearly felt as if she was going to die at the sight of it. she couldn't help but smile back at him. "hey! how are you?" what he wanted to say was "so much better now that i'm with you", but what came out instead was "good. yeah, i'm good, what about you?" his eyebrow raised, it was single handedly the cutest thing y/n had ever seen. "i'm pretty good. doing a lot of schedules for debut, you know, usual stuff" could she be anymore awkward? clearly yes. first "thanks you too" and now "usual stuff" she felt like she wanted to disappear right then and there, but riki absolutely loved it. this whole time he thought she was so cool and calm, but really she's cute and awkward, which he secretly liked more than if she would have been chill. he finds himself staring at her for a moment before quickly catching himself "oh um- did you want food? I didn't get any cause i wasn't sure if you'd want anything." she smiled at his thoughtfulness and said "no thanks, i'm not super hungry right now. thank you though." he thought back to their conversation yesterday, the whole reason why they're here now. "so, you wanted some tips about mcing?" he asked. "oh! yeah. im kind of nervous, i have no idea what i'm doing and you've ben an mc before, so i was hoping you could give me some advice?" she was hoping this didn't come off as pathetic or anything. i mean, who needs advice on how to talk into a mic? y/n apparently. "well," he starts "for me, i find its best to interact with the fans while waiting for our speaking parts. it calms my nerves before speaking because i'm talking to people that support me. often times it's mostly your own fans watching you in person. that’s at least what sunghoon told me. and if you're worried about messing up lines or something, I'll be there to cover for you, reading from a prompter is hard, so if you mess up its okay. don't worry too much about it." she nodded along to his words, taking mental notes on his advice. "thank you, i really appreciate it. i don't know why im so nervous. its just talking into a mic to a camera." she sighs. "I mean, I understand. it's nerve wracking when it's your first time. I felt like that too when I mc'ed for MAMA one year. it can be scary talking in front of a bunch of people and trying not to mess up. that's why you have a co-host, me! if you do mess up, I can cover you so it doesn't look too much like an accident." her heart fluttered at that. over something so small? she knew it was corny, but she couldn't help it. she felt so strongly for him. she always thought that if she actually talked to him, this whole little crush would go away. but to her surprise, it only got stronger. "you know, since we're going to be working together, we should get each others numbers." her heart stopped, and so did his. hers in shock, and his in fear. what if she said no? what if she thought he was weird? did he really just ask her for her number? there's no way. she froze for a moment, but realized she really should probably respond to him "yeah! yeah of course!" riki was never more relieved in his life. he handed her his phone "here, put your number in." she took it from him and put in her number, texting herself. "there. i can send you a picture for my contact photo later" his heart raced, he had just gotten his crushes number, and she's going to send him a picture of herself later. could his life get any better then this? "okay, sure, yeah, that sounds good" he stammers. is he really flustered right now? oh my god she thought. as the two talked and laughed together, they figured out they're more similar then they thought they were.

the pair quickly growing closer in just mere hours, both feeing significantly strong for each other than when they first said hello earlier. as the time drew later, the two decided to end their night, quickly realizing the ghost town that the hype cafe had become. "oh- well, its late, and my members are blowing up my phone asking where I am" she laughed as she scrolled through the countless messages left by yunjin and hanni. 'yeah, I should probably go too. I told jay I'd help make dinner tonight" he sighed, wishing he didn't promise jay anything and he could hang out with y/n for longer. she laughed lightly "ill let you go then. text me though, okay?" what had come over her? did she really just say that? (y/ns version of flirting was a bit different then others, that being because she didn't know how to flirt) riki nodded and smiled "yeah, I'll text you. see you later!" he waved to her and started to walk away. she waved back and watched him go. she sat back down and sighed once he was out of her sight. she was so fucked. she was completely and utterly melted by him, and they had only just official met yesterday. maybe there was something wrong with her. but frankly, she didn't care. maybe she was being delusional like usual, but she was pretty sure she could see something there with riki.

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[strqyr]

qrow's drinking wasn't exactly news. he was introduced drinking in a bar, and when he arrived at beacon he wasted no time pulling out his flask in ozpin's office; "he's always drunk." is something glynda could say without hesitation.

but when qrow is spending time with yang and ruby, playing video games with them and what not, he doesn't drink. not once does it even look like he's about to pull out his flask, just to stop midway or put it back again.

and it's not like qrow tries to hide it or that ruby and yang don't know. ruby's reaction to qrow arriving to The House™ in mistral all happy drunk tells it all: "qrow, did you get drunk again?" but it still has this air of... it's not the norm, ya know? qrow drinking isn't that surprising, but getting drunk even to this extent isn't that usual; even if he's drunk, he's still functional, and with the way he doesn't drink while spending time with his nieces in a scenario that is the most like it would have been in their childhood, it gives this feeling that qrow did his damnest to keep his drinking away from the home life on patch—barring celebrations, maybe.

another thing that supports this is what yang says when they find qrow passed out in argus: "i've never seen him this bad." qrow being happy drunk? that's familiar. him being depressive drunk (to the point of passing out)? nope, never seen that before. so either qrow managed to keep himself together after summer's disappearance that it never got that bad and only broke down completely when the rug he had dedicated his life for in hopes of doing something good in the world in spite of his semblance was pulled out from under his feet, or he managed to keep it behind closed doors, away from ruby's and yang's eyes.

the stains on qrow's team photo tells me it's probably the latter, and i think that's something he shares in common with tai. after summer's disappearance, both of them were at the breaking point—they could have self-destructed—but they managed to keep themselves together for ruby's and yang's sake. the cracks are still there—qrow was still drinking, tai shut down his emotions and refused to talk about anything that could threaten to open that dam—but they kept it together, and if they ever had bad days or moments, they kept it behind closed doors.

but it's clear that they never got help for their problems. never dealt with them, it was just surviving with the baggage weighing them down. and all it takes is that one final nail in the coffin for the cracks to spread and bring the whole dam down.

for qrow it was learning the truth about salem, that ozpin didn't actually have a plan.

for tai... summer being alive and in a state where she could have returned but didn't would probably do the trick.

#qrow's past and how he was treated bc of his semblance influenced his breakdown #so i wonder if there's something in tai's past that has that effect as well #...in before he was abandoned by his parents like nora and emerald #<- apollo don't touch this one 😭

[plentyoffandoms]

Foolish (part 2)

Lord Remington x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Bridgerton Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st photo from Google images

Warnings.

The Bath Chair - 1800s word for wheelchair. Courses - period.

WC: 1932

Idea from @mysticwitchcraftco

Part 1 can be found here

It has been many months since I became Lady Remington, and our home is now finished. His family gifted us our unique home, and the moment I saw it, I truly knew how much his family loved him.

It was all one floor, instead of the usual two floors.

Our kitchen was in the basement, but everything else on one floor.

Everything was made for him, and I absolutely loved it.

"You can decorate it any way you wish my angel." He said as we took a tour of our home. I was in awe of everything.

When we finally got to our shared room, it was the biggest bedroom, of course, and right next to our room was the nursery.

I placed my hand over my stomach, wondering if I am in fact with child yet or not.

"If you do not become with child in time, you can turn this room into anything your heart may desire." He said to me as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"You are a good man to me, darling." I told him as I leaned down to give him a kiss.

"Why don't we try out the bed before tea." He muttered against my lips, which had me smiling as I pulled away from the kiss.

"And what pray tell will we be doing?" I teased as his grip on my waist tightened.

"Oh my angel, you know exactly what we will be doing."

◆

I did not catch the early symptoms of me being with child.

The first time I noticed something was when I was walking in my garden with my sister-in-law, Flora, who was married to my brother Arthur, when all of a sudden my stomach felt uneasy, and I had to stop walking for a moment.

"Are you alright?" Flora asked me with great worry.

"I am perfectly alright. Maybe this heat is getting to me." I waved myself with my fan, as I had the sudden urge to be sick.

She placed her hand on my forehead. "You do not seem to have a temperature, but I do agree. It is warm out here. Maybe let's go inside and get a nice, cold drink."

The second time I noticed was when I was getting dressed. My lady servant Alma was helping me get dressed for the day when I noticed how sore my breasts were.

"Please be gentle. My breasts are sore for some reason." She gave me a smile, like she knew something but didn't say a word, as she carefully helped me dress.

The third time was when I noticed I did not get my courses. I became very concerned, calling for Alma.

"My Lady, did your mother not tell you anything about what happens when you have relations with a man?" She kindly asked me.

I became almost embarrassed when I told Alma all my mother told me was that when a woman lays with a man, they end up with a child.

"Yes, but it does not just happen overnight. Here are some early signs of pregnancy. Sickness, sore breasts, being tired, and courses."

"Alma, I believe it is time to call for a doctor."

◆

That evening, I waited for my husband to come home. I knew he was out with my brother's, and it made me so happy to see that they have brought him in as one of their own.

My second oldest brother James told me that he enjoys his conversion. Glad to have a worthy opponent when it came chess,

But I heard his bath chair being pushed into our dining room, and I became almost overcome with nervousness.

"Angel, you are looking much better than this morning. I didn't want to leave you this morning when I heard you being sick." He placed his hand on my cheek, and I leaned into his palm, placing a kiss there.

"I am feeling much better, and I knew the sickness would pass."

"I am glad to hear of that." We started out meal, and he talked about his day with my brother's.

"How was your day, dear? Did you go and see Edith today?" Edith was one of my oldest and dearest friends.

"No, I actually stayed home today. With not feeling well this morning, I decided to call the doctor." That had him placing his utensils on his plate.

"Are you well? You said you are feeling much better."

"Darling, I had a talk with Alma, and she brought some news to light for me, so I called upon a doctor, and then a midwife."

"A midwife? You only need to call upon a midwife if you believe you are with child."

I just stared at him, waiting for my husband to catch on. His eyes go real wide, and a massive smile came upon his face.

"Are you..?" He trailed off, not being able to form the words.

"I am. We are going to have a baby."

I had tears streaming down my face as he was pushed over to me, overcome with such emotions. "You are going to be a wonderful mother."

"And you will make such a wonderful father."

◆

I was due any day, and I just wanted my child out of me. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't walk, and I was constantly tired.

But I knew seeing our baby was going to be all worth it in the end.

As my husband and I were lying in our bed, his hand drawing circles, I noticed worry overcoming his handsome face.

"What is the matter?"

"I am just worried that they will end up like me." I placed my hand gently on his, making his hand stop the movements, and he looked up at me.

"There is nothing wrong with you. You were made exactly the way you were supposed to be, and if we have a child who is just like you, I shall be even more thankful."

"I love my angel."

"I love you, my darling husband."

◆

Two days later, I was sitting in the library, when I was informed that my mother was here to see me. I have not seen her since before I got married.

"Yes I will see her."

I stood up with the help of Edith, who was visiting me before she was leaving to see her in-laws. She wanted some books to take along with her for her long trip.

"Are you sure about this?" Edith questioned as the two of us walked to the sitting room.

"I will see what she says, and if I do not like it, I will ask her to leave."

"Oh, she will not like that." Edith's voice got quieter the closer we got to the sitting room.

"It does not matter. I will not have her insult my husband in our home." I will defend him with all my being.

"Do you wish for me to stay? I can ask the carriage to wait a bit longer."

"I am fine, Edith. Thank you for the offer, though, but you must get ready for your travels."

I walked slowly into the sitting room, and my mother stood up as she saw me.

"Please sit, Mother." I told her as I sat down in the only chair in the whole room that I found comfortable.

"Tea? Any desert? Our baker makes the most delicious raspberry tart."

"No, I am quite alright, dear." She was staring straight at my pregnant stomach.

She cleared her throat, "How far along are you?"

"Our little one should be here any day now." I ran a hand over my stomach, wincing as I was kicked or punched by my baby. I was going to ask my mother if she wished to feel my stomach when asked, "Is the baby Lord Remington's?"

"Pardon me?" I believe I did not quite hear her properly.

"Is the baby Lord Remington's?"

"How dare you insinuate that I would step out on my husband."

"I am not trying to be rude. He is a cripple." Her nose turned up me.

"Please leave my property at once, and until you learn some manners, you are not welcome around our baby."

My mother started to sputter as she stood, Alma helping me stand as well. My mother was trying to come up with some excuse to stay as I was throwing her out of my home.

"Just know mother, that this baby, and any future children Lord Remington and I may have are his. I would never step out on my husband, and just because you," I cut myself off as I felt a gush between my thighs.

I looked down and saw that there was a puddle. "Alma." I grabbed onto her and made sure to steady me.

"You have gone into labour, my Lady. Madame, it is time for you to leave."

One of our butlers, Charles, came in to take my mother out of my home, but she wrenched her arm away from him.

"I will not go. She is my daughter. I must stay." I could see the worry on her face, but I have to put myself and my baby first.

"Go." Was all I needed to say as I let out a pained groan.

I was quickly taken to my bedchamber, as every single servant got ready for the future Lord or Lady Remington to be born.

I could hear my mother crying for me to forgive her, as she was trying to follow me, but she once the door was slammed in her face, she finally left our Manor.

◆

I could hear my husband call my name as he finally made it home from a business meeting in the centre of Ton.

He tried to come in, but my brothers insisted on him staying out there with them. Flora and one of my other sister-in-law Mary were here. Neither one of them have any children yet, but they have been present for their sisters births.

As the doors opened and shut, I could see his worried face every single time, and my heart ached for him, as I knew he was worried about me and our baby.

◆

I lost time at how long this labour has lasted, but with one final push and hoarse scream, I heard the cries of my little one.

"It's a boy, my Lady." I started to cry happy tears when I felt the urge to push once more. "We got another one, push Lady Remington, push."

I pushed until I heard another set of lungs cry our. "It's a girl."

"Twins, my Lady."

"Twins?" I was trying to wrap my head around it all as I got cleaned and patched up.

◆

It was time for my husband to meet his babies. I was still in bed, with our son and daughter in my arms, and I just couldn't help but just stare at the two of them.

The doors opened up, and I looked up to see my husband smiling at me. "Alma, please take one to him." I softly said to her. She grabbed our daughter and placed her in his arms.

"What shall we name our little treasures?" He asked me, as he kissed her forehead, gently.

"Well, we both liked the name Amelia for a girl, and for A boy, Donald." I adored these names when we decided.

"Yes, they are both good names." He looked at me with a smile on his face still. "Welcome to the world, Donald Remington and Amelia Remington."

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[nerves-nebula]

being this angry in a trans way is reminding me of a story i was working on when i was younger about a nonbinary teen doing a ritual to get a new body and it turned out it didnt just give them a new body + life, it actually stole the body from someone else in their high school. and they had to work with the guy to give him his body back. cuz as much as they didnt wanna go back to their own life, they knew it would be insanely cruel to steal someone else's body for no good reason.

and they almost started to be, like, actual friends and stuff. but then they started to uncover some shitty things that guy did and right before they're about to switch back they're like... no, actually, you know what, you don't deserve a good life. you don't deserve a body you like or a family who will accept you no matter what.

and then i think the rest of the story is like those two going at each others throats about this whole body snatching situation. it was interesting i think and neither of the main characters were good people and i wish i'd thought about it more instead of dumping it cuz it was too hard to figure out.

the guy who got his body stolen was kind of a rapist, like not a serial rapist but like. a shitty teenager who didn't really understand consent and who used his social power to pressure people and held sexual photos over people's heads.

and the nonbinary teen was basically chock full of bitterness and hatred from abuse and neglect and was more than happy to have someone to take it out on. Even when they knew that what they were doing was morally indefensible because they personally didn't believe that anyone could do anything to deserve losing their bodily autonomy. but just because you know something is wrong doesn't mean you'll always do the right thing, yknow?

anyway point is. i wanna kill myself

#nnstuff #rambling #nnoc

[twopoppies]

Hey! Maybe I am too late to the conversation and don't have all the facts, don't even know if it's a discourse or just something that was blown out of proportion but I wanted to share some thoughts re Louis and his security team not allowing interactions/photos...Without wanting to cancel anyone's feelings, I was thinking that if there are for whatever reason security concerns, then we should all be relieved that his team is actually taking precautions? And I don't mean this in the sense that the fans are considered too aggressive, because I don't believe that and I don't think that is the reason (although the story about fans breaking into his room is insane and frustrating if true and would excuse any measures taken), but in regards to the sheer number of people. Maybe they know they are unable to control the big crowds that are expected there and they choose to avoid exposing him to any potential chaos in advance, which is pretty reasonable... Plus, Louis in my opinion has always gone beyond what you would expect from an artist/celebrity and he always craves this connection and interaction with fans, it's something he seems to genuinely like so isn't it a bit unfair to get angry or offended when he doesn't meet the fans expectations? Which I get it, he has created them himself but in the end he doesn't owe anyone anything and especially when his safety is concerned for whatever reason I don't think we should act entitled and demand him to act a certain way, or reach conclusions without having all the information and assume we are wronged. Again, that's my own two scents and I have no intention of insulting the fans who felt the way they did.. Just maybe we should look at the bigger picture if possible and consider all the aspects of a situation

Hi, darling. I’m not keeping up with the discourse, but as far as I can tell, it was blown out of proportion based on one fan’s comments. Regardless, I do agree with you.

[misfae]

siren!Kim for mermay

What it says on the tin. I don't know what I'm doing. It's this my first post?!?! What happening?? How do I do this??? 😭 Forgive me if all my tags and accessibilities are wrong, I've been a lurker my whole life, delurking is scary. 😰

For transparency, I used this lovely photo of Jeff himself as a base:

Which I then created line art from. The siren coloring was actually inspired from another Jeff photo:

I just wanted to contribute something to mermay for my lovely fellows in the KP fandom. A beautiful person recolored a (admittedly better) siren/mer!Kim piece they did inspired by my color choices and it's so cool looking! I'll link here!!

https://www.tumblr.com/dr-lemurr/751772531239927808/bioluminescent-i-like-how-you-think-too?source=share

#mermay #Kinnporsche #Siren!Kim

[retrosofa]

I went to Anime North over the holiday weekend and met Katsuji Mori aka Seiji Hayami from Cutie Honey!

I gave him a board I drew with a few of his characters. I guess he liked it? He recognized Seiji right away. I didn't know what to have him sign, so I had him choose between two Cutie Honey books. He settled on the record book I brought. We posed for a photo and he shook my hand.

The next day I went to his Q&A. There wasn't a large group in there and only four of us had the bravery to ask questions. Mori-san went into great detail with each answer. I asked if he could share anything about his experience working on Cutie Honey. He confessed Seiji's reaction to Honey's first transformation was actually ad-libbed!

I then asked what it was like voicing Dr. Kisaragi in Cutie Honey Universe, and he admitted he didn't remember that at all. At first he thought I was mistaken and was actually mentioning Dr. Gilmore (from Cyborg 009), but I told him "No, Dr. Kisaragi. Honey's papa!" He had no idea. I personally thought that was hilarious.

Mori-san did tell us his memory wasn't the best and he actually doesn't remember a lot of the smaller roles he did. A very adamant fan brought up a guest character he did in Dragon Quest, but Mori-san had no recollection. He also talked about how confused he was that Garma (from Gundam) became one of his iconic roles. I forgot his exact words but it was something like "I was only on for a few episodes and then I got killed off. I wasn't even a major character." He then re-enacted Garma's infamous death scene for us.

The one role he got extremely excited about was...

James from Thomas the Tank Engine.

That's right. Out of all the roles discussed, this was the one he got most passionate about. He also talked a bit about the voice acting industry and his disapproval over everyone nowadays doing a typical "anime" voice. He also told an aspiring voice actor that it wasn't the way to go. Yikes.

Overall, it was a great experience! I'm really happy I had the chance to meet Katsuji Mori, since the other cast members of Cutie Honey have sadly passed on or don't make public appearances. I really hope he eventually makes his way back to the United States again, I'd love to ask him about voicing Nephrite or Joe Shimamura.

#cutie honey #cutey honey #seiji hayami #katsuji mori #go nagai #personal

[suzy-queued]

🪐⚡weekly tag wednesday⚡🪐

✨ it's that time again!! lets answer some really random questions for fun ✨

Thank you for the tag, @deedala

name: Deena (or, when Deanna and I merge, something like Deeeannna)

age: 49er

astrological sign: ♈

upon which continent do you reside: North America

tell us how you're feeling right now using 3-5 emojis: 🤩💦🧘‍♀️🐈❤️

whats your favorite flavor of gum? Cinnamon

whats the last movie you watched? Blade Runner, at the request of my younger son who had never seen it. I was proud of him for calling out Decker's non-con sex scene.

what was your worst subject in high school? English.

whats the job you stayed at for the shortest period of time? A couple of short-lived college summer jobs. One was assisting an interior decorator. One was a phone/customer service rep at a photo-finishing studio.

whats your favorite thing to do at an amusement park? Those big swings that go in a circle, where your feet are dangling down.

what condiments go on top of the perfect hot dog (meat or plant-based)? Spicy mustard and ketchup. I don't know anyone who actually puts mayo on a hot dog (looking at you, Cam and Noel).

cincinnati chili, thoughts? It tastes fine, but it reminds me of a very specific time in my life that I would rather forget.

do you sleep with a plushie? Nah, there are too many cats in the bed for that.

how do you feel about thunderstorms? Yes, please. Give me all of them. Every day. Dramatic lightning, hail, dark clouds, wind.

what's the last animal you touched? My sweet kitty Shadow who is on the mend after getting attacked by some animal. He has a hurt paw and is on antibiotics. He is loving and grateful that we are taking care of him.

grab the nearest item with words on it that ISNT a book and tell me the final word: "Knives!!" It's a coupon from my older son for him to sharpen all of our kitchen knives.

have you ever forgotten to do an assignment until the night before its due? Have I ever *not* done this?

I'll tag ... @francesrose3 @energievie @blue-disco-lights @doshiart @rereadanon

#tag games #about me