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does anyone know her dad? | dn3 x reader (part 3)

paring: daniel ricciardo x toto's daughter!reader, daniel ricciardo x wolff & shcumacher!reader warning: nothing (google translated german because i studied that language for 2 years and dont know a single word anymore) notes: part 1, part 2 and part 4 are recommended reading

ynquads god i love what the us grand prixs do to this man. there's something in the air and the cowboy hats are hot. i truly feel really blessed to have met you, to spend my life with you, to have been by your side and to have had you by mine. i just really love you ❤️❤️❤️

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username haha jumping off a building now bye

danielricciardo you really love me ❤️

ynquads i really really love you danielricciardo really really really? ynquads really really really really danielricciardo wanna sneak out and go makeout? ynquads YEAH alex_albon no please dont we're on the same plane the restroom is small the walls are thin

maxverstappen1 gross

username sobbing screaming throwing up (fuck i am jealous)

danielricciardo i am so obsessed with you baby

ynquads i fucking adore you

f1wagsupdate as we all know that the figure skater and danny ric's girlfriend yn shcumacher is the child of toto wolff and michael shcumacher's sister, we decided to go on a deep dive. these are really the only photos we could find from facebook. we could only find this one photo of katarina shcumacher and not a single one her and toto together. but isn't toto just adorable with baby yn? and enjoy baby yn and max verstappen looking super cool!

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username MAX VERSTAPPEN

username how is mick not using that last photo every year on their birthdays like i would print a pic like that of my siblings and put them up around school hallways and on the fridge

ynquads do not worry, auntie sophie and vic show that photo around every christmas

username ooh its too bad theres no photos of them together

username same bro i cant stop imagining some summer love ynquads they met a bar in berlin and got so fucking drunk that its a miracle they didn't get alcohol poisoning. i am so truly so really serious when i say that i'd be surprised if they even exchanged names before i was already cooking in my mom's stomach username what the fuck you saying ynquads i've seen an old homevideo about the morning after. i talk about it in therapy every week

username i love how yn is just lurking around every post about her and her parents

yt video: YN SHCUMACHER ATTENDS COTA - BRUNDLE GRIDWALK

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username love the passive aggressive attitude to every camera she saw

username truly a lovely experience. yn kissed daniel before the race. she kissed max's cheek when he won and said something scandalous in german/dutch based on everyone's faces. i also saw a video of her laughing on the ground when lewis dsq was announced

username WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY SAYING IS THAT GERMAN

username yn: they are filming you, dad. you are very popular. toto: dont give them too much attention. you had a long flight. you just go and take a nap before the race. brundle and toto talk yn: well see how intact our relationship is after the race username intact 😂😂 lord that really is torger's kid

danielricciardo this woman is the single reason ive survived some darker times. she's so beautiful, lovely and sweet. elegant on and off the ice ❤️❤️the day i do not gush and drool about her is the day i'm dead. so in love

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username why am i crying

username cant come to the phone right now busy driving through concrete walls and off a cliff

ynquads i am THE luckiest girl ❤️❤️❤️

danielricciardo if youre lucky then ive been blessed by god ynquads dont you dare i win this danielricciardo youre not the one who was just on their knees i win ynquads come here and ill wrestle you danielricciardo only if you kiss the booboos better after

username am i the only one getting real suspicious about these "i love you much" post that they've been putting out for the entire month??? like what you doing all this for

username EXACTLY username they've been together for like four or five years too sooooo you know what people do around that timestamp 🤭🤭🤭

username just what the hell is that comment about being on their knees daniel

ynquads instagram story

danielricciardo funny thing about vegas

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username BITCH WHAT

susie_wolff if you got married in a las vegas chappel, you are grounded till your 80th birthday yn - toto wolff

ynquads i didn't actually expect to love being engage this much

danielricciardo whats got you excited about this then? ynquads the fact that im gonna get to marry YOU maxverstappen1 stop being gross maxverstappen1 i already suffered through watching the proposal

username love this i want to snort this i want to inject this into my blood but did you get engaged and then eat junkfood while watching princess diaries 2

ynquads don't tell anyone 🤫 danielricciardo really dont tell anyone that amount of junkfood was not in the diet plan

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 2: Reign of Mercy

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: There’s a whole world here, where your curse can start to bloom…

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 6.1k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, past attempted murder

a/n: if anyone is wondering, 190811 jungkook is exactly who I have in my head for this fic. so, go google that and thank me later😍😂 also if you saw me change the summary, don't mind me😙 one more thing, I just wanted to clarify that while I say female reader, in this fic it's just the use of she/her pronouns. reader is shorter than Jungkook, but I don't think there's any actual anatomy description going on, in case that's a worry for you!

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“You’re kidding, right?”

Namjoon made no reply to Jungkook at first, simply sighing. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he moved past the younger man and sank into the sofa. Anyone would have thought he hadn’t heard the irate question.

Eventually he deigned to give a weary reply.

“Jungkook, we can’t pick and choose what happens. And nor could she. So drop it.”

Silent, wide eyes flickered between the two from the kitchen. Jimin’s breath stilled at his lips watching his two brothers while he clutched V’s hand tightly.

Chewing over Namjoon’s response, Jungkook was like a ticking bomb. His gaze never faltered, blazing eyes fixed on his leader.

“Jungkook.”

Only now did his tense form turn, finding Yoongi sat on the sofa behind him, relaxed with one leg slung over the other. No one had seen him come in, but that was normal. He still had his hood up; probably just got back.

Aiming a level look at the youngest, Yoongi said no more.

Exhaling, Jungkook’s shoulders relaxed a little. Simultaneously, a hint of poison leaked away from the air in the room.

Jungkook turned around.

“It was Bolt, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” Namjoon didn’t try to deny it.

Swallowing, Jungkook stepped back to take a seat by Yoongi. He did not relax into the sofa's comfort, however, staying perched on the edge, alert.

“It’ll be fine,” Namjoon spoke firmly, “I understand you’re not feeling great about it, but you’ll get used to it. A good night’s sleep, and you’ll forget you were ever this mad.”

Jungkook scoffed derisively. Like that was ever going to happen.

“It’s not fair on the kid,” Yoongi weighed in, “she was pretty beat up.”

“See?” Namjoon agreed, as if that was a positive thing. “Never mind how she might look, she was a victim of Bolt too.”

Eyes slipping to the floor, Jungkook stuck his tongue in his cheek.

“You know how we work.”

Namjoon’s words were final. And Jungkook could easily read within them the challenge, daring him to question their methods. Their trust. And he could never do that. Angry as he was, he knew Namjoon was right.

“How you’re feeling is valid,” a softer voice tentatively entered.

As Jimin slid into the spot beside him, shuffling as close as possible with comforting arms enfolding his form, Jungkook gave in. Slouching at last, he leaned into his brother as V found a spot opposite.

“But try to be fair,” Jimin’s gentle reminder sounded in his ear.

Jungkook stayed silent.

Cracking open, the door left a gap just big enough for Jin to talk through. The sound proofing on your safe room made it necessary.

“Good morning! Are you decent?”

He had to resist the panicked urge to enter when nothing answered him for a moment. But he needn’t have worried; you were still asleep. His greeting brought the first ray of light with it to illuminate your room, and soon had you stirring.

Eyelids inching open, you managed a groggy humming sound.

“Can I come in?”

“Huh? Yeah,” you croaked, coming to your senses.

Sitting up among a crumpled pile of blankets, you were in time to receive a glass of water from Jin as he entered. On moving, your head announced its displeasure with a nauseating wave of pain, so you were grateful for the pills he then pushed into your hand.

“How are you feeling?”

Swallowing them down with the cold water, you finally became alert enough to feel embarrassed. In front of you, Jin was professionally dressed in a shirt, smart as he had been the night before. You however, probably looked like the worst hangover in history.

“Not bad…” you muttered.

Examining your hands, there was mercifully no sign of that cursed blue so far. The burn you had sustained was also remarkably faded.

“Up to some breakfast? It would certainly help.”

Not sure how hungry you were, you agreed anyway. He probably knew best.

Stepping outside, he waited while you slipped on some clothes he had brought. They were fairly shapeless, large black things, but you couldn’t exactly complain.

Just as the sweater fell over your head, a prickling sensation burst into your wrists.

Gasping, you dropped the jumper over your eyes to look. To your surprise the blue shocks of light jumped from your fingertips and up the fibres of the garment like static. You braced for the burning feeling like last time, but it never came.

Still not free from the knot of fear which tightened every time the powers leapt out, you stared, dumbstruck at your palms.

“Y/N? Are you nearly ready?”

Blinking rapidly, you looked, startled to the door.

“Sorry! One moment!” you called.

There you stood, fully dressed, yet frozen to the spot. As much as this room felt like a cell, you were safe in the knowledge that your powers would do no damage in here. If you left its walls, you had no way of controlling it.

Fists clenching of their own accord, you didn't notice the gasping sniffles that took over you as you watched the door fearfully.

Clearly, Jin did.

“Y/N?” his voice was markedly more concerned, “I’m coming in.”

A moment’s pause, and he was coming towards you.

A firm grip on your wrists pulled you back to reality. Horrified, you stared wide-eyed at Jin’s hands, expecting at any moment for them to be fried when your powers made themselves known. But he was unafraid, keeping them there without hesitation.

“Y/N.” His steady tone had you raising your eyes to him. “I know this is strange for you. But you won’t hurt any of us, it’s perfectly fine. And besides, food makes everything better.”

Holding his smiling gaze with scepticism, you let your hands fall weakly to your sides as he released them. Wiggling your fingers, you tried to detect any sign of the electricity that now resided there.

With a sigh, you only lagged a few steps when you followed Jin's lead out of the room.

A little way down the corridor, a glorious smell of cooking wafted past. Perhaps Jin had a point.

Emerging into the kitchen, you eagerly headed towards the mouth watering scent. But on rounding the corner, your steps slowed a little. Although the space was mostly empty, providing some relief from the overwhelm of last night, the figures that occupied the place were not ones that built your confidence.

By the stove, flipping bacon in a pan, was a man you hadn’t seen before. But you only caught a glimpse of his profile under white hair, before your eyes fell on the other, seated at the island.

Slowing, you instantly recognised the face of Jungkook, who had looked so angry last time he had seen you. Tentative to get too close, you stopped entirely some steps away from the seats.

Nearer to you, the tv was on, volume low as it displayed the news to two empty sofas. But, eager for the distraction, you let your eyes linger on it to delay approaching the intimidating man in the kitchen.

Shame it didn’t provide the respite you were bargaining for. A shot of a city tower cut directly to a startling blue image, the beaming face of a man otherwise hidden by his mask. Bolt.

Your eyes widened, breath freezing in your body as the blue eyes on screen seemed to pierce through to meet your own. The same blue which had confronted you in the mirror last night.

Gulping, you forced your eyes down to the rolling red text below the images.

BOLT SPARES ATTACKER, REIGN OF MERCY PREVAILS

Something churned, low and dangerous in your gut. The letters leered, imprinting themselves on your retinas as you struggled to believe them.

“…you know, my job is to keep people safe, not to sentence them…” Bolt’s voice carried faintly from the screen, twisting harshly in your ears, “…the authorities are the real heroes, I just lend a hand where I can…”

So Bolt had done the noble thing, and left Kuyang unharmed? Except he had sentenced you. Judge, jury and executioner, all in the blink of an eye. In one throwaway flicker of light.

Taeyeon hadn’t even been so lucky.

You hadn’t even noticed the tension in your frame until the image in front of you suddenly shrunk, dropping to black.

“That’s enough of that.”

Jin threw the remote onto the sofa, giving you a meaningful glance. You avoided it, spinning back onto your original path, having totally forgotten your reason for abandoning it in the first place.

Jungkook had been shovelling food into his mouth, but looked up as Jin rounded the island.

And then he saw you.

Straightening instantly in his chair, his chopsticks hovered in mid-air as his every action halted.

Your brain failed you, leaving you staring right back. It was only after a second that you jerkily prompted yourself to smile. Might as well try to make a good impression.

His brow quirked a little, the only acknowledgment you got. Because not a second later, you were gasping as a shock ran down your arms.

Hurriedly fisting your hands in your jumper, you gritted your teeth. Already subsiding, the familiar feeling was seeping away as a chair screeched against the floor and Jungkook’s tall figure brushed roughly past you.

Turning after him with shock, you could only watch the rigid line of his shoulders as he marched away down the hall.

“Breakfast is served!”

Jin’s chipper call pulled you reluctantly back to the table. Seating yourself, you caught him looking regretfully after Jungkook.

Though the food on your plate was steaming hot and looked delicious, you frowned around at the kitchen. Hadn’t someone else just been here? And what had just happened with Jungkook?

As you began to eat, you eyed Jin’s back. Could you have done something to upset Jungkook? The way Jin had looked ready to run after him reminded you again of the fact you had suddenly intruded, albeit not of your own accord, on what seemed to be an established group.

Fixing your eyes on your plate, you focussed on getting through breakfast. It was admittedly very tasty, and you felt energy return to your body once more.

“Any better?”

Jin’s stubbornly upbeat mood was back, and now you were finally able to offer him a smile and a nod. Feeling full and a little more alive, you turned your attention to Jin who leant towards you from across the table.

“You’re still recovering from yesterday, but we need to do a little bit of work” – you frowned slightly – “it’s not like we want to put you in full training, but Joon reckons you would appreciate being able to control your powers a little.”

Though you nodded, your frown deepened.

“Training?”

“Ah.”

That was all Jin said before standing, leaving you no option but to follow him. Abandoning the kitchen, you hurried to his heels and walked, confused as ever, back down the corridor away from the main space.

However, this time, you passed by the door to your small room. There was little variation in scenery as you went further down the corridor. You found yourself near enough tripping over Jin’s heels when he stopped in front of the final door that ended the hallway. Plain and dark like the others, it was like a black hole, pulling you towards it.

Looking up at Jin, you tore your eyes away from his hand where it rested, hovering on the handle. His mouth had drawn itself into a flatter line, smile erased in favour of a serious stare.

“The others are probably in there already, so… just stay near.”

And then he flashed a smile, as if he had been inviting you in for tea.

With no more time to worry about what on earth he meant by that, you were greeted with the door opening and an instant cacophony of sound from beyond it.

Eyes widening, you forced newly tense muscles forwards. Jin’s reminder to ‘stay near’ pressed close on your mind as he disappeared into the dim space beyond.

A thin staircase curved and led you downwards. When the door shut, it cut off no light. In here, flashes bounced off dark walls, air cracking as it was tossed around.

Coming to the base of the stairs, you looked over a long room. It resembled a gym, a couple of benches and punching bags pushed against the outside walls and large square mats on the floor. Sure enough, as Jin had said, some of the boys you had met the previous day were dotted along it.

As you stopped beside Jin, who waited by the steps, another spark, like lightning, burst across the far end of the space. Gold sliced through the air in a thick, powerful beam, veins darting into the air.

Just as quickly, it was gone.

“Jungkook has the most similar powers to you,” Jin’s voice, low in your ear, “which is why we would have him teach you, but… I don’t think that’s best, right now.”

He moved into the space without elaborating. Though your feet carried you with him, you were occupied by squinting across at Jungkook. He hadn’t noticed you yet. He was facing away, and now he rolled his shoulders out, shaking hair from his face, and raised his arms again.

In the blink of an eye, vibrant gold shot from his palms, towards a sort of metal disk on the wall opposite him.

“Look out!”

Your gaze at Jungkook was severed as a tug came on your arm.

In your distraction, your feet had stilled, and now you stumbled towards Jin and out of the path of a medicine ball which slammed into the wall with a dull thud. Gulping, you watched it fall heavily to the ground, not even bouncing.

“Sorry!”

Snapping your jaw shut, you found the source of the apology.

Chest heaving and pink hair plastered to his forehead, was the man that had smiled at you last night. He shot another dazzling grin now, as if he hadn’t just sent a weighted ball shooting at where your head had been.

But as your eyebrows raised, he lifted a hand and suddenly the ball floated up from its resting place on the ground. The next moment it was flying back towards him.

Flattening his hand, the ball stopped and stayed hovering a few inches above his palm.

You must have failed to hide the shock on your face. The moment he looked over to you, he burst out laughing, eyes creasing. And you couldn’t be sure – his eyes were obscured after all – but they might have glowed pink for a moment as you watched. The ball never moved, seemingly fixed in place in mid-air.

“That’s Jimin,” Jin muttered, then raised his voice, “get back to it!”

Laughter subsiding into a bold grin, Jimin snatched the medicine ball from the air and turned away.

Close behind Jin, you made more effort to stay with him this time, eager not to find yourself in the path of any more flying things.

Further along, the wall gave way to an opening. A similar room lay beyond, square this time. Peering around the corner, a familiar blond zoomed across your vision. But watching the person, you could barely believe it was the same cheery Hope who had welcomed you yesterday.

This room had more equipment, ropes descending from the middle of the ceiling, as well as bars and hoops filling the floor. And currently Hobi was way above your heads, making easy work of a rope. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when he leapt from it with zero hesitation.

A second later, he landed securely on the wall, grasping small climbing holds you hadn’t noticed. They were black just like the walls, only noticeable because he was now clutching onto them.

Pulling himself up, he launched once again into the air, kicking off the neighbouring wall into a somersault. You had barely scooped your jaw off the floor when he landed on a lower platform and dropped out of sight behind it.

“You know Hob-ah already,” Jin said conversationally. His light tone sounded more like he was showing you around an art gallery, not that you had just seen his friend performing death-defying stunts.

Rushing once more to keep up with your guide, your eyes never settled. They darted from him to the surroundings, not having time to look more at the flash of purple from across the room or the white-haired man slumping onto a bench near Jungkook.

“So this-“ you panted, “this is training?”

“Yep!”

“You… you all train with your powers?”

A nod.

You had reached the end of the gym now. A couple more doors led on; where, you could not guess. This place seemed like a maze. You didn’t even know whether you were underground or not at this point.

Sticking close to Jin, you couldn’t help but shrink back as you passed Jungkook. He was a few strides away, but as you expected, that venomous glare fixed itself back on his face the moment he saw you.

Sparks crackled by his fingertips, drawing your eyes. Was he trying to intimidate you?

Brow sinking and nostrils flaring, you fixed a stare right back at him. You hadn’t spoken to him once! What could his problem be? As you glared, a flicker of gold darted across his irises.

But then you had apparently reached your destination, as Jin opened one of the doors and you were led away, gaze warring with Jungkook until the last moment.

Once you turned back to Jin, you found him a way down the new hallway. Quickening to catch up, you frowned at the back of Jin’s head.

“What… what power do you have?” you asked tentatively.

In front of the next door, Jin stopped, making you do the same. A soft chuckle left him, his face good-humoured as he turned to you as if you had just told a joke. Shaking his head, his eyes turned back to the door you waited at.

“Me? No, I don’t have any powers.”

And then he was rapping at the door.

“One moment!” came a call from inside.

“Except maybe keeping Namjoon-ssi organised,” Jin winked at you then.

Too startled to form any kind of response, you hadn’t so much as laughed before the door was pulled open. Jin swiftly left as Namjoon smiled in greeting and stood back to let you into the room.

Swallowing, you stepped into the space. It was fairly unremarkable, grey walls with a plain desk and a couple of chairs in the middle.

You paused a few steps in, but now Namjoon strode to the desk. Following, you sat opposite him. A tension had seeped into your frame and now you eyed him warily as he made himself comfortable, a welcoming smile on his face.

“I’m sure Jin told you,” he began, “we don’t expect you to do anything with your powers just yet. But it will make things easier for you if you can control them a little. Is that okay?”

You nodded.

Taking you in for a moment, Namjoon was silent. Then he sat back and spread his arms.

“I want you to summon them.”

“What?”

Your protest was instant, but you got no further.

“If you can summon them, that level of control will help you to suppress them as well,” Namjoon explained calmly, finger raised to quell your complaints, “not to mention that by using your powers, it prevents the need for them to burst out uncontrolled as well.”

“But… I don’t know how to summon them,” you spoke quieter, hanging your head.

The scrape of his chair brought your eyes up again. An encouraging nod your way had you standing as well.

“Hold your hands out.”

Still hesitant, you did it anyway. He seemed to have no issue with the fact he would be directly in your line of fire if you actually succeeded.

“Okay. I would have liked to ask Jungkook to do this with you, since his powers are most like yours. I don’t know exactly what your powers feel like, so you’ll have to think about that yourself. Can you imagine how it felt when you used them?”

You chewed your lip as you tried to recall. It hadn’t been pleasant, you knew that. A sort of itching, tingling sensation – though at first it had been worse, like a burning.

You didn’t want to feel that again.

“Got it?” he asked.

Nodding weakly, you listened to the next instructions.

“As a starting point, try to picture the feeling. Hopefully they should respond. Really focus, and when they do, try to sustain it for a couple of seconds. You should be able to feel the core, where the power is flowing from.”

You blinked. You hadn’t really understood any of that, but you took a deep breath anyway.

Letting your eyes slide closed, you tried to remember precisely the feeling of your powers. Not that you wanted to feel the electricity claw its way down your veins, or burst from your fingertips.

Nonetheless, you willed the fire to unleash itself.

It must have sensed your reluctance, though. Nothing came.

Dropping your arms after a few more moments, you sent an apologetic glance to Namjoon. But he didn’t look disappointed in the least like you had imagined he would.

“It almost never works the first time,” he said. “Keep trying.”

Biting down on your lip, you resigned yourself and raised your hands again.

“If it helps, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” he kept talking, “you won’t hurt me, or damage anything. In fact, you can actively try to hit me if you want. Imagine I’m someone you hate!”

His dimpled grin made it hard to imagine him as an enemy you would enjoy frying with lightning. Focussing again on the non-existent feeling in your arms and hands, you tried to come up with some sort of motivation.

Your first thought was Bolt.

You had only seen him for a few minutes, but it had been enough for him to rule your life out as insignificant. The single thoughtless shock of blue could well have ended your life – nearly did.

A sharp flicker of heat made your eyes fly open. At the same moment, an exclamation from Namjoon.

For a split second, blue had bloomed in your palms, but it had slipped away before you could grasp it.

“That was good,” he encouraged, “a bit longer next time.”

Breathing heavily, you shut your eyes again, the sensation more present in your mind now. Your anger at Bolt had helped, but the memory was so fleeting it couldn’t sustain the feeling.

Taking a steadying breath, you straightened your arms in front of you. You wanted to do this. Strangely, the next face that cropped up was that of Jungkook. Glaring whenever he saw you, he seemed to resent your presence.

Maybe he didn’t want you there? Didn’t think you belonged?

You would show him. You wanted to do this. If you could control your powers, he would have no reason to look down on you.

Gritting your teeth, you looked the inevitable pain right in the face, challenging it to come out.

Like a floodgate opening, you felt a heat expand in your chest, energy flowing down your arms. When your eyes opened, they were met with a beam of light as it exploded out from your hands.

Without noticing it, your jaw had dropped. The bright blue light you had so quickly come to despise spilled confidently from open palms. Very quickly, the discomfort of electricity in your veins faded, nothing a but a slight warmth to indicate your power.

Around you, you vaguely noticed a deep red glow hanging in the air. Made of light, the cage-like structure stretched from the floor and was containing the lightning you were creating.

On the other side of it, Namjoon stood unharmed, your power dissipating, melting in mid-air before it could harm him.

“Stop,” he now told you, voice slightly raised.

Blinking as spots bleached themselves into your vision, you tore your eyes from the light that had hypnotised you. How did you make it stop?

“Make the feeling go away,” Namjoon said, “the opposite of what you just did. You control these powers.”

You didn’t exactly feel that was true. Arms beginning to tremble, you desperately scrambled to shut it off. It felt warm, so you tried to think of cold, creeping up your arms…

The beams of light sputtered.

Breathing in, you clenched your fists around the power. You could tell it was stemming from your chest, and tried to focus on shutting it off. It felt much like swimming upstream, counter-intuitive as you had to forcefully reign in the feeling that suddenly felt natural.

Holding your breath, you screwed your eyes shut.

Your powers pushed back, wanting to be free. But you dug your heels in, getting the odd sensation that you were backed up against a door that didn’t want to shut.

But the warmth was receding, the stream of energy down your arms thinning.

Namjoon was repeating your name. You had to stop.

All at once, like a candle blown out, the light was gone. All the heat snuffed out, the barrier in your chest blockaded.

Gasping, you fell forwards, stumbling until your arms braced against the desk. Before now you hadn’t noticed the sweat breaking out on your forehead, nor the exertion making you heave for breath.

The red cage dissolved around you, a flash of crimson dying in Namjoon’s eyes.

“Good, well done,” he was saying, a chair being thrust under you. Sinking gladly into it, you still leaned heavily on the table.

“That was good,” he repeated, a glass of water making its way into your hand, “I won’t make you do more now. But it was a start.”

Panting, you raised your eyes as you lifted the glass to your lips. The water was welcome since you felt like you had just run the length of the city. Wrangling your powers to your will was difficult, but you didn’t know what you had expected.

A sharp chime rang out.

Starting, you saw Namjoon’s gaze snap to the tabletop, where a screen had lit up. A small circle and a name popped up, but he swiped it quickly away, the screen’s light dying the next second.

But you frowned. You could have sworn that said-

“Apologies,” he spoke, standing up, “business calls. Is it alright if you rest outside? You can find your way back when you’re ready. We have no more demands to make of you for a while.”

And so you followed him to the door, being left alone soon after.

You looked each way down the plain corridor outside. Letting a breath out, you resolved to at least find a seat before collapsing with exhaustion, so you set off, feeling a little lost. So far you hadn’t really been left alone here, always being shown the way.

But it was simple enough, only a straight path to the large training room you had already seen.

It was emptier now. Someone was evidently still training as you could hear noise, but it came from out of sight in one of the adjoining spaces. Otherwise, the place was now deserted, leaving you free to sink onto the nearest bench.

Limbs feeling a little shaky, you gladly took the weight off them and slumped back against the wall.

You were unsure how long you spent staring into space, catching your breath. That had been tiring, so much effort expended for relatively little result. You supposed you should be proud that you had achieved some level of control over the powers, but you still felt no safer. If they were to surge again, you were no closer to being able to hold them off with any ease, nor to summon them.

The only thing you were sure of was that the energy from breakfast had quickly been chased away, and the prospect of ever getting up again was distinctly unappealing.

“Hey!”

The cheery call pulled you from your thoughts. At some point the sounds from the next room had ceased, outside your notice, and now Hope was walking from the training room.

Having seen you, he changed course and was heading your way. The sight of his sweat-soaked hair and reddened face reassured you for a moment – you weren’t the only one tired. But this only comforted you for a split second before you remembered the sorts of stunts he had been doing, while you had only half succeeded in your beginner attempt.

“First training session?” he asked, thousand-watt grin never fading.

“If you could call it training,” you half-heartedly chuckled.

“Ah, you’ll be great in no time!” As he drew up to you, you finally mustered the strength to stand up, joining him to a clap on the shoulder. Taking in your dejected state, he offered a sympathetic smile. “Tiring tho, hmm?”

“You could say that.”

“Well, I know what you need! Some good food will pick you right up.”

You couldn’t say you disagreed, and put all your remaining energy into getting up the stairs and to the kitchen while Hobi talked on happily.

“I’ll get us something,” he told you once you were there.

Infinitely grateful for his offer, you slid into the closest seat and resisted the urge to face-plant the table. Instead you leaned on your elbows, watching idly as he grabbed plates from the cupboards.

“Ah! Y/N! How was it?”

A new addition rushed to the kitchen, familiar pink hair approaching as Jimin took a seat beside you. You looked back into a bright smile as he sat expectant.

Laughing drily, you looked at the countertop.

“I don’t think I’m a natural.”

Tilting his head, he pouted a little at your response and lifted a hand to rub your shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s always tough to start with,” he nodded, “but the beginning is the hardest. Don’t push yourself.”

“Yeah, we can’t all be Jungkook,” Hobi laughed. He returned to the table with two plates of sandwiches, pushing one under your nose. Jimin quickly turned his attention to pout at Hope, who rolled his eyes and shoved the other plate towards the pink-haired boy before returning to prepare another for himself.

As desperate as you had been a moment ago for some food, your curiosity was piqued.

““Be Jungkook”? What do you mean?”

“Our golden youngest,” Jimin explained, taking a large bite of his meal before adding, “for more than one reason.”

“It’s seriously unfair,” Hobi spoke over his shoulder, “the kid can do anything he sets his mind to. Best pupil Joon’s ever had.”

Shutting your mouth, you sank a little in your chair. Jimin was buried in his sandwich, and Hobi in the kitchen, leaving you to pick at your own plate. But you only bit your lip. So Jungkook was some kind of prodigy?

You sighed, neglecting your food entirely. It made you feel even worse about your terrible performance and lack of skill. And here you were, thinking that you would be able to prove yourself to the man who seemed to hate you.

Only when a flickering light distracted you did you look up from your hopelessness.

The kitchen light blinked off entirely for a brief moment, returning to reveal Hobi whirling around with a shout.

“That’s my lunch! Make your own, this is already my second try!”

Frowning, you looked around trying to spot who Hope was berating. Nothing.

While you sat perplexed, the blond suddenly leapt across your vision, jumping high enough to hop from the kitchen table and towards the sofa. As he landed, another figure became abruptly visible, falling as if emerging from a patch of shadow.

Beside you, Jimin guffawed loudly as you gaped. Hobi had knocked the mysterious figure from seemingly thin air, and now deftly swept a plate of sandwiches from their hands, the whole while straddling them to keep them pinned on the sofa cushions.

“Nice try!”

A muffled ‘get off’ accompanied flailing arms, vague attempts at whacking their attacker.

Heaving himself from the couch, Hobi walked victorious to the counter and began, at last, to eat. Behind him, a white-haired young man sat up, ruffling his dishevelled hair as a hood fell from his head.

He turned around with a sheepish smile, shuffling back to the kitchen.

“Be gentle, Hob-ah,” he grumbled on his way past, though there was no malice behind it.

Hobi only laughed loudly in return, turning as the white-haired man came past and playfully hit at his shoulder.

“You’re all brats!” Hope claimed loudly, waving half a sandwich in the air. He was laughing so hard you were concerned for a moment he would fall clean off the chair.

As yet, the new man hadn’t noticed your blatant staring. Luckily, your attention was diverted before he could see your saucer-like eyes. Unluckily, it was diverted by the entrance of a certain Jungkook.

Jimin had been the first to stop laughing. Looking around, you became aware of the tall figure hanging back in the shadows on the other side of the living room.

The raucous joy that had filled the kitchen froze over very quickly as the other occupants noticed him. Cold, piercing eyes scanned over the space, but undeniably landed on you. Struck dumb, you merely stared back as his calculating gaze bored into you.

Setting his jaw, his gaze snapped away, fleeting over the rest of the room for a moment before he turned and left.

Sliding from his chair, Jimin dropped his remaining lunch back onto his plate.

“Jungkook-” he called, shoulders drooping when there was no response. With a sigh he followed after the younger man.

You watched him go, and then watched the empty doorway he had left through. When at last you turned slowly back to the kitchen, Hoseok sent you a grimace.

“Sorry it’s taking him a while to warm up,” he said, as if that was consolation. It didn’t seem as if Jungkook was trying to ‘warm up’ to you at all.

You produced no reply, but were saved the trouble as the white-haired man joined you. For the first time, he looked at you, eyes roaming over your face, still surely littered with scrapes from the previous night.

“You look better than yesterday,” he commented.

You blinked.

“I’m sorry… have we met?”

“Yoongi,” he nodded, sinking onto a chair. Then, “you should eat that.”

That had hardly explained anything, but you complied anyway, picking up your food. Once you had finally finished your sandwich, the quiet was disrupted by Namjoon entering. Nodding once at you, he headed across to the kitchen.

Seeing him again, you were reminded of the ‘business’ call that had taken him from you earlier on. Eyes lingering on his back as he busied himself grabbing a mug and plate from the cupboards, your curiosity swelled within you. You were sure you had seen who was calling him. Though your life before Bolt – and all that happened since – seemed so distant, you couldn’t help your keen interest.

On the edge of your seat, you chewed on your lip until you couldn’t hold it any more.

“How’s Kuyang?” you blurted.

The others’ eyes snapped to you. Namjoon froze.

Slowly, he turned around, faint frown lining his face. You never dropped his questioning stare.

“He’s… fine,” he spoke.

“Sorry,” Hope looked lost, “you know Kuyang?”

Before you could do more than nod, Yoongi spoke up too.

“He’s fine? How did he get away from Bolt?”

“That’s not important.” Namjoon strode across the kitchen, “but how do you know Kuyang?”

“I was his secretary.”

You had hoped your honesty might prompt Namjoon to reciprocate, but no such luck. His reason for involvement with Kuyang was promptly forgotten. Hobi gasped at your news; Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly as if something was dawning on him.

But Namjoon beat him to it.

“That explains why you were hit by Bolt,” he said.

“We thought you were just a bystander that got unlucky,” Hobi chipped in.

Just as you opened your mouth to return to your original question, Namjoon turned away from the table. Swiping his food from the counter, he marched away.

Halfway across the room, he paused with a look over his shoulder. Maybe he would give in and tell you at last?

“I suggest you rest,” he told you instead, “Jungkook is going to help you practise some more tomorrow.”

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I love your mowglie!Spider au!!!!! Considering the scenario that Spider does get captured, and for some reason, cannot be rescued, how do you think Quaritch would react because his kid doesn’t speak any english and is just so…feral?

I feel like he’d be pretty strict into pushing Spider into the “right lifestyle” like similar in Caught by naavispider

I think the RDA would experiment on him and find another way to put a tracker on him as well.

Unrelated, but does Spider have his own Ikran?

Quaritch meets feral Spider

Omg I love this! if it did happen I think it would go something like this.

Quaritch wouldn’t realise anything was wrong with Spider other than the fact he could breathe he air at first, and for the sake of things let’s say they still lock him in that room until he wakes up.

The first thing Spider would notice is the lack of Eywa around him, but it was so much worse than any of the times where he was in the lab with the Sullys.

So Spider starts to panic and lash out but with way more force, I’m talking screaming, growling, swearing in broken Na’vi and bashing his hands against everything until they start bleeding.

Quaritch finally enters the room, for fear that Spider will seriously hurt himself. When the door opens Spider gets low to the ground and starts growling, the same way a Thanator would before it’s attack.

Quaritch starts trying to speak to Spider to calm him down, but it only makes Spider madder because he can’t understand a word he’s saying and the bright lights are irritating his eyes.

Quaritch moves closer and reaches for Spider, only for the kid to dodge around. Quaritch tries again but this time manages to actually get a hold on the boy.

So Spider does the only thing he can think of to do.

He doe the thing that he does best.

Spider bites.

Quaritch is shocked at how the kids jaw seems to lock into place, sharp teeth digging quickly through his skin and drawing blood.

Quaritch whacks Spider away in surprised panic after he can’t shake the kid off.

Spider growls at him as blood is smeared all over his lips and chin and Quaritch curses and yells at him.

Spider only continues to growl and yell in Na’vi before he attacks again.

Quaritch lashes out on instinct and ends up knocking Spider out. He feels a sort of mix of confusion and shock as he looks at this feral child lying on the floor, he also refuses to acknowledge the feeling of guilt in his gut as he puts the kid back on the bed and walks out.

Later when they’re patching him up he asks what the fuck was that about and then he gets told that it’s very likely that the kid didn’t understand what he was saying.

Quaritch refuses to believe it at first but agrees to try again using this Na’vi translation thing (think futuristic google translate����😂)

Quaritch try’s talking to Spider and the kid hates the machine, like with a passion, because how dare it speak the great mothers language with no soul (I hope that makes sense).

But finally it’s confirmed that Spider can’t speak English.

Quaritch is in shock before he becomes outraged, starts cursing and blaming Sully for Spider being the way he is.

He decides he’s going to make the kid normal if it kills him.

It starts off with Quaritch cutting his hair, Spider isn’t bothered by the hair itself but he’s pissed at this demon touching him and trying to change something about him. Spider also doesn’t really understand what’s going on because Quaritch’s impatient ass could be bother to translate it for the kid…safe to say Quaritch gets bitten…..a lot.

They then try to put Spider in normal clothes and the kid is just not having it, he kicks and screams while the try to put it on and when they finally succeed he takes them off and rips them immediately after.

Quaritch eventually gets tired of watching the scientists and a few soldiers manhandling the kid so he basically tells them to all fuck off and just throws a pare of loses shorts at Spider so he doesn’t end up naked.

Spider doesn’t like sleeping in any of the beds, normally he’d just climb under them and everyone gets fed up of trying to get him so actully sleep in the bed.

News of the feral boy spreads quickly so they start taking him for tests. He freaks out every time so they have to fight him until he can be sedated, this obviously traumatises the kid because they are all awful people who don’t care about his discomfort as long as they get results.

There’s only so much screaming Quaritch can take before he puts a stop to it and says he’ll figure out a way to get some of the results they want. This gains him a little of Spiders trust….well, enough of it that he doesn’t keep getting bitten.

They agree to let Quaritch try his method and take Spider outside after the imbed a chip into his arm.

Quaritch is later horrified as he finds Spiders face and hand bloody after using both his teeth and a knife from the canteen to remove said chip.

Nobody’s really willing to try that again so they settle on making on collar. Spider screeches about it for hours but hey, he can’t get it off and he’s not biting himself anymore.

So they finally take him outside, completely sure that he wouldn’t be able to escape.

They were wrong.

Once Spider was in the forest again, eywa could get to her child, could save her child and fight the people who hurt him….eywa could do something

And Eywa was pissed.

The minuet they were away from the base the animals started attacking, it started slow. Just a few rocks being thrown, growls from the bushes…then the animals started attacking all at once.

Spider took his chance once he felt the great mother’s presence urging him to run, he didn’t hesitate.

Eywa led him towards his Ikran, a magnificent creature second only to the Toruk, but it’s body had been battered and scarred from old fights, it queue had long since been mutilated and torn off.

Spider is extremely relieved to be reunited with his winged friend who flys him high up into the hallelujah mountains.

The Recoms retreat back into the base and Quaritch is pissed when he finds out they can’t track Spider.

Eywa sends a message to Mo’at who sends scientist up to the mountains where they find Spider and remove the collar before they take him back to camp.

Spider is happy to see mo’at but he’s upset to know the Sully’s left, Eywa comforts him and he takes his Ikran to find them, trusting Eywa and the Ikran to lead the way.

Then they get to the Metkeyina and that’s just whole other ballpark of fun.

Tuk is very happy to have Spider back to threaten others with😏

I really loved this! Thank you for the ask! Let me know if any of you have any other questions ❤️

I hope you enjoyed⭐️

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Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, Edgin/Xenk: To the Ends of the Earth by @moorishflower. An AU in which Xenk comes to recruit Ed while he's in Revel's End, there's a lot of irritation, and then they discover maybe they both misjudged the other. Xenk's internal monologue is so good.

The Witcher, Aiden/Lambert, Keira/Lambert, and Aiden/Lambert/Keira: Even if you don't know anything about Keira, or don't usually read about her, the Trust series by @bomberqueen17 is a treasure. It's got nonbinary Lambert, Aiden captured by an evil sorceress, cute domesticity, and heart-wrenching misunderstandings. You can start with Very Dark Magic if you're mostly here for the Laiden of it all, but I bet you'll want to go back and read what's been going on with Lambert and Keira.

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MCU, Bucky/Steve: Lead Me Not into Penn Station by @kaasknot has an excellent title. It's a delicious little one shot set in pre-war Brooklyn about Bucky taking Steve to the baths for a good old-fashioned gang bang.

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Starbula Week Day 4: Parents

*~*Headcanon/photo dump of my Starbula kid*~*

I meant to share this during @starbulaweek 2023, but grad school has been insane...so I'm just spreading out the fun to a few weeks later! 😂 Also, this is unbelievably long. Read if you dare lol.

Basically since May, soon after watching GOTG3, I've been developing a headcanon of Nebula and Peter having a daughter together. The idea that both of their stories - filled with so much loss, trauma, and sorrow - not only end with an unexpected and beautiful romance with each other, but with the chance to raise a happy, safe, and cherished little girl, breaking the cycle of trauma...literally destroys me. I love the idea so much, and headcanons about this Starbula daughter have infected my brain for half a year. I figured I'd share some of them, accompanied by some photos of what I think she'd look/act like, in (belated) honor of Starbula Week!

Early on, I decided Peter and Nebula would have a kid via surrogate. (Sorry Nebula...I can't imagine Thanos NOT sterilizing her during all of his modifications... 😩) They could either use an anonymous surrogate, or - imo more meaningfully - Mantis might offer to do it. Somehow this seems right to me; she's such a sensitive and loving person, and could see Peter and Nebula's unspoken desires to have a family of their own (and their inability to do so) and want to help. Maybe after Nebula/Peter have been together for a while, Mantis is visiting Knowhere in between her solo adventures and overhears Nebula mentioning that she's one of the last Luphomoids, since her planet was destroyed by Galactus. [I know this isn't MCU canon but I read that it happened in the comics so I'm taking it, lol.]

This gets Mantis' gears turning and basically one day, she proposes the idea of carrying a baby to Peter and Nebula. Mantis might say that she doesn't want to have a kid of her own, but she knows that her brother and Nebula would be amazing parents if they wanted to do so. And that she wanted to do this for them, if they were interested. Nebula and Peter immediately turn down the offer, but after thinking it over for a while, they realize Mantis is giving them an incredible gift and actually wants to do this for them - and that they really do want to have a kid, they just didn't think it was possible. So they accept. And a year later, they end up with a healthy, light-blue-skinned baby girl: Meredith Anthony Quill. Her name would honor the most important parental figures in both Nebula and Peter's lives 🥺

Shortly after creating this scenario, my brainworms continued imagining this little girl and what she might act and look like. While doing so, I kept coming back to Millie Bobby Brown. MBB was/is a delightful kid - plus she shaved her head a la Karen Gillan lol - so I started looking up pictures of her to see if I could spot a resemblance with Nebula or Peter.

That initial search turned up a clear answer (yes!) and snowballed into an absolute beast of a Google Slides slideshow, constantly evolving and filled with headcanons and photos of Meredith (aka Millie) from age 0 to 19. I've never done anything like this for a ship before, but something about a Starbula kid has completely taken over my brain and I've had so much fun imagining her (and Nebula/Peter as parents) over the past few months.

So, in belated honor of Starbula Week and this crazy ship that has had a chokehold on me for half a year, I chose some of my favorite photos to share a peek into Meredith Anthony Quill's life and personality over the years. Just imagine she has blue skin because I have no photoshop skills 🙃 Most of the pictures are self-explanatory, but I explain any relevant headcanons below. I also thought there was a 10-photo limit on Tumblr but I guess not.... But I'm very much done done combing through my photos, so this is officially Good Enough 😆

Age 0-10

Meredith has basically the happiest childhood ever - mostly spent on Knowhere, surrounded by her doting family (Rocket is also her godfather and spoils her rotten), visiting earth often for holidays and to visit her grandpa/Pepper and Morgan.

From the top middle/left photos, Meredith clearly loves singing from an early age. 🥲 And regarding her cute little braid in the top right - I'm sure Nebula ends up loving to do Meredith's hair, since she never had the opportunity to do anything fun with her own before it was removed 😭 (And idk who the baby in the bottom corner is - maybe a fellow tiny Knowhere resident, now that Knowhere has become a safe and happy society thanks to Nebula's leadership)

Age 11

Key life moment: At age 11, Meredith spends her first week at an earth summer camp, shaves her head, and makes a group of human best friends! (aka it's Stranger Things time 😆)

So Meredith has grown up loving earth, since she visits it often and has grown up on earth movies, music, etc. And since she also loves singing, dancing, and movies (courtesy of her dad), when she turns 11, she asks her parents if she can go to some overnight theater/arts summer camp in Missouri. (She probably got the idea from watching Parent Trap or Camp Rock when it was on TV at grandpa Jason's house.) Nebula and Peter agree, and decide to hide her blue skin with some illusion technology. That way, she can blend in as a human at camp and experience an authentic earth summer camp, without any anti-alien discrimination.

The night before she leaves for camp, probably sleeping over at her grandpa's house, Meredith starts to get anxious about this whole thing - since it will be her first time being away from her parents on a different planet. Maybe she's calling her best friend on Knowhere and, while on the phone, the girls decide the best thing would be to channel Meredith's badass, brave mom by shaving her head. Meredith does it on a whim, to her parents' (mostly Nebula's) horror when they find out that night - but the damage is already done.

Fortunately, Peter helps Nebula work through the PTSD this triggers from the memories of her own hair being shaved when she was around Meredith's age. Basically, Peter helps Nebula remember that Thanos is gone, their daughter just shaved her head because she's a semi-dumb kid, and her hair will grow back. And by the time camp rolls around the next day, Meredith is excited for camp 🥰

Aaaaand surprise! She has literally the best time at camp and almost immediately becomes good friends with Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin (aka the main kids from Stranger Things)! I'm guessing the other campers steer clear of her at first because they think she has cancer, but the Party includes her right away. Fortunately, there's no Upside Down in this universe - just a group of adorable nerdy boys from Hawkins Middle School (who joined this summer camp because their parents made them) and their half-Luphomoid girl friend (even though they don’t find out until the end of camp, probably in some dramatic revelation right before the final performance lol).

At the end of camp, Meredith and the Party promise to stay in touch, and they stay close friends through middle/high school and beyond. 🥺 She visits them whenever she’s on earth to see her grandpa or Pepper and Morgan, and takes them to Knowhere for sleepovers. In that vein, imagining Dustin's reaction to going into space is adorable and hilarious.

Also, maybe the top right picture of Meredith hugging the older man is her with grandpa Jason (I'm so emotional at the thought of him getting to be a grandpa to a little kid again, who *isn't* stolen from him this time) and the bottom left one of her and the woman is maybe Meredith with one of her cool aunts (Gamora, Mantis, or Pepper).

Age 12

Top left photo: Meredith loves all animals (omg there are so many photos of MBB holding animals 😂), probably due to growing up with Rocket and Cosmo. Nebula could be the woman cuddling with Meredith on the top left photo, or kissing her in the bottom right. Just imagine her with no hair and blue skin lol.

Also, I think Morgan is in the matching pajamas picture (bottom row). I love the idea that Meredith and Morgan consider each other cousins (since neither have blood-related ones), and that Meredith grew up idolizing Morgan 😭 I'm so emotional about Tony and Nebula's relationship, as I imagine he was the first person outside of Gamora to show Nebula kindness and that he welcomed her into his family post-Snap. So Nebula has known and loved Morgan her whole life, and now the cycle gets to continue with Morgan loving Meredith her whole life 😭😭😭

Age 13

Continuing the Stranger Things vibes, in Meredith's third year at summer camp, she and Mike get together (as a Byler shipper, I assume they break up shortly after lol - but I'm happy Meredith gets a cute middle school romance) and she and Max become close friends. Millie and Sadie's friendship on and off-screen in ST season 3 is incredibly sweet and I love that Meredith gets to have a human girl bff in addition to all the boys.

Age 13

Look at the Partyyyyyy (ST season 3 vibes are truly immaculate)

Top middle photo: Of course, Meredith continues dancing and singing whenever she gets the chance 🥰

Top left-ish photo: Meredith and the Guardians totally get invited to Kevin Bacon's Oscars party at some point. The perks of growing up with people like Kevin Bacon as your family friend!

Age 14

Top left photo: (Ok Millie looks so much like Karen here wtf)

Top middle photos: I love the idea of Meredith finding her half-human/Luphomoid life hilarious and having fun with it, especially when she finds alien pop culture merch on earth. And of course she has a Bowie shirt!!! I assume the Bowie is reserved for GOTG business, but Rocket lets Meredith fly it around sometimes, as their little secret 🥰

Age 15

Bottom left pic: One Christmas, Aunt Mantis and Uncle Drax take Meredith hunting for festive lawn decor and tell her about that one time they kidnapped Kevin Bacon for a present...

Bottom middle pic: Meredith and Peter dancing together (maybe to "Come and Get Your Love") and making each other laugh is so precious it physically hurts my heart 😩

Age 16

Top left corner: Imagine David Harbour is Peter 🥲

...I'm.....fine 🥲

Top left-ish corner: I assume Meredith constantly drives Knowhere residents slightly crazy due to her love of blasting Taylor Swift (I assume she'll still be popular with teens in the 2030/40's lol) on the speakers and singing along.

Bottom left: Maybe grandpa Jason teaches Meredith to drive an earth car! I'm assuming he is quite old at this point and will probably die soon, but at least he gets some quality time teaching his great granddaughter to drive :')

Age 17

Top left corner: Okkkkkkk when I discovered that Millie and Lexie Rabe (Morgan Stark) did a movie together and have these adorable red carpet photos together, I just about died. Look at themmmmmm 😭😭😭😭 Tony and Nebula's little girls, together 😭😭😭

Also, the Enola Holmes photos in the bottom right corner are maybe from the same summer theater camp (since I assume she continues going every year), but a high school version of it, so the costumes and sets are nicer.

Age 18-19

And that brings us to today! After she turns 18, Meredith goes through some hair color experimentation, going from dark brown to blonde. And of course, I had to include the photos with MBB and Chris Pratt together over the years (?????!!!!!) on the bottom row. When I started this insane Meredith-headcanon journey, I had no idea they're actually doing a movie together - and am now stupidly excited for The Electric State and any promo Chris and Millie will hopefully do together for it next year 😍

I think 18-year-old Meredith decides to go to college on earth and become a vet or something, due to her love for animals. So she basically decides to permanently live on earth - though she has a ship, so she can easily travel around space whenever she wants. She dates Jake in college (MBB's actual fiance) but unlike Millie, she does not get engaged at age 19. 🙃 Sorry Millie lol.

And when Nebula and Peter eventually retire, they end up splitting their time between earth, Knowhere, and traveling around space. That's because Meredith eventually gets married and has some kids on earth, and I can't think of anything sweeter than an older Peter and Nebula getting to enjoy a chill retirement and being grandparents. Like omfg, I think it's truly the best. And something neither of them, especially Nebula, could have ever imagined during the first 30+ years of her life.

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Soooooo there's my headcanon-dump about Meredith Anthony Quill! It has brought me so much joy over the past few months to imagine this funny, sweet, adorable part-human/Luphomoid's life and how much she means to so many people, both on Knowhere and on earth. She grows up surrounded by family who have all lost so much throughout their lives, who will never take her for granted and will cherish every moment with her. Meredith's very existence is a sign of hope, love, and resilience overcoming loss, tragedy, and evil in the end. I honestly find it so profound to think about. 🥺

Anyway, if you got this far, congrats 😂 and I hope these peeks into my headcanons have brought you a little joy, too!

EDIT: After looking over this post again, I realized it was a total oversight to include several photos of N*ah Schn*pp and not include a disclaimer that I 100% oppose his recent Zionist and Islamophobic posts/likes/videos. 💔

#starbula #starbula week 2023 #meredith anthony quill #i love her and would die for her #quebula #peter x nebula

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 1

Deadlock: "When two programs are waiting for the same signal from each other, they are said to be at a deadlock."

I uh... I spent my whole morning planning this damn fic and so far I'm liking the storyline! SO HERE I GO, I GUESS. Hopefully it shouldn't span into too many chapters (says I, knowing I'll probably be writing a brick of a fanfic, as always)

Rating might turn around 18+, especially for language, sex scenes, probably some gore/torture, and some other stuff maybe 🤷‍♀️ This chapter is clean now at least 😂

The mission was clear: infiltrate that Foot stronghold, get the data, and then scram! Casey had gotten the intel about transactions and investors that were now dealing with the Foot clan, and getting such information would be crucial to his current investigation. Asking for the turtles' help was a no brainer, especially when it came about Donatello and his technological prowess. So it only made sense for Leonardo to let the bespectacled terrapin lead the squad.

In the dead of the night, they made their way into the impressive tower, starting from the top. Expecting camera surveillance, Donnie brought his sensors up to track the video's signal and replace it with fake footage, only to find that such action had already been done. First red flag.

Voicing his concern, he pressed that he had to reach the server room as soon as possible in order to extract the data. Suggesting for his brothers to pan out and secure the perimeters, the tall mutant next brought his googles over his eyes, switching his lenses to an infrared setting that could follow wires. Uh, at least they have good cable management, he thought, spotting the huge assembly that could only lead to the building's servers.

Treading silently, the turtle remained on alert all while getting the "clear" updates from the three others. As he was trekking along the hallways, he couldn't help the feeling that something was off. He swore he saw one of the cameras follow him as he was going around one corner...

Reaching another level, the few lights still on around the building were suddenly switched off, giving place to the flashing emergency lights instead. Second red flag.

"Donnie, status," cracked Leo's voice through the headphone at the terrapin's head.

Donatello was quick to press the talk button of the device attached to his right strap: "I suspect we're not alone in this building. I need to go radio silent so I don't get found."

"Don't be foolish, we'll fall back to you."

"Too late. I'm close to the server room. If anything, I'll signal you guys. Going dark."

He switched his talking gear off just as he started to hear complaints from his brothers. He couldn't risk getting found now, especially if it was to be caused by the crackling sound of a voiceline.

He knew he was getting close when the wires were now plentiful and converging towards the same spot. Sticking to the shadows, he found the room and dared peek in at first. He first heard clicking sounds, as if someone was typing on a keyboard. The room was dim-litted by the many servers available and running. Arranged in several rows, Donnie knew there had to be a terminal somewhere in there - and someone was most probably already on it.

Stepping in, he carefully trailed between each rows, taking a quick glance in-between them. Reaching another row, his body froze as voice rose, its tone primarly female but modified with a flanger.

"No need to hide, I've had eyes on your little group since you've set foot into the building."

Donnie took a deep breathe in, removing his googles and finally stepping to face the stranger. The first thing that struck him was her look. Primarly dressed in black, a large hood was covering her head. Her face was hidden by large green googles and a face mask. He could notice traces of her bare skin with the hood giving a clear opening to her chest - Donnie rapidly noting down the presence of a tattoo to her left representing small bats in flight - and her hips showing in-between the skin suit's limits and her leggings. She had an utility bag strapped diagonally across her upper body, as well as one hugging her left outer thigh. Her arms were covered by fabric as well, ending into gloves that ended in sharp and small metal claws. The woman was still typing at a terminal when Donatello got sight of her. She was a fast typer and barely had to look at her hands when she spared a glance his way.

"Gotta say... it feels weird to see one of you guys in the flesh," she continued. "I've heard stuff about mutant turtles through the grapevines of the web, but I wasn't so sure until now."

"Who are you?" asked Donnie, cautiously.

The stranger finished typing a command with a satifying tap on the enter key, then fully turning her attention to the terrapin.

"You don't have to worry about that information," she tutted. "I'll soon be gone and you'll never have to worry about me again, hopefully. And I'm sure you've got bigger fish to fry."

"Maybe, but that doesn't explain your presence in a Foot facility, messing around in their server room," said Donnie, frowning.

"Can't a girl have some fun?" added the woman with amusement.

"What are you doing, exactly?"

As if on cue, a beeping sound came from the terminal, the human then collecting a small device she had plugged in.

"While we were having this nice lil' chit-chat," she started, placing the hardware into one of her bags, "that gave enough time for my program to finish collecting some very useful lists, all while deleting it from the source."

Donatello was now ready for action, knowing she got exactly what he needed.

"Hand that over."

"Sheesh, as if! Stranger danger."

When she removed her hand from her bag, she was holding something else.

"As much as I'd like to continue this conversation, my time is now up," she continued. "See you never, turtle," she quickly saluted with her hand holding the new small object, which she threw towards the mutant next.

Donnie was about to spring into action, but was quickly blinded by a bright light that exploded near him - thanks to the flash bomb she had just thrown. It took him several seconds to get some of his sense back, his eyes trying to adjust and an annoying ringing blocking his hearing. He forced himself to move towards the terminal first, shaking his head a few times to get his focus back. As he feared, she had indeed successfully gathered the data he was seeking, also deleting it from the servers. Cracking his communication device back to life, he was quick to bring his brothers up to speed.

"There's a woman in this building and she just took what we need. We must intercept her!"

Donnie rapidly scanned his surroundings, finding himself alone in the room. He didn't waste any time by bringing holograms from his gear to his view, creating a layout of the building and scanning for any movements - even if that meant bringing the surveillance cameras back in proper action.

"Where's she headin'?" asked Raphael's voice.

"Scanning," replied Donnie. "I'm sorry guys, but I'll have to bring the building's security back online. Stick to the shadows for now."

"Got it," added Michelangelo.

The mutant finally got a ping.

"She's heading into the vents," he quickly informed. "I'm on the 18th floor, she'll probably go down."

"We'll get on the move and try to intercept her. Keep us informed," said Leo.

It would be hard to follow her movements precisely, but that didn't stop Donnie from heading out of the room and towards elevator doors. Forcing them open, he next got his bo staff out and jumped towards the large metal cables into the shaft. Blocking his staff sideways into two large cable sections, he applied enough pression to slide into a calculated fall, his shoes also sliding against them. The hologram from his right wrist still in view, he finally saw some motion again at the ground level floor. Dang she's fast, he thought.

Finding the elevator cab at his level destination, he allowed himself to fall on top of the box from a reasonable height, opening the ceiling trap and sliding into the enclosure. The doors opened with a cheerful ding, Donnie not wasting any time to squeeze through them and force them to open faster.

"Ground level," he quickly announced over the radio. "I'm there and that's the latest ping I've got."

"Be right there," answered Raph.

Finding this floor to be the building's grand entrance, Donatello was trying to cover as much ground as he could with his eyes alone, but soon found the lobby to be empty of any souls. Looking back at his map, he found the same ping to be active, and the closer to the lobby center he got, the closer he was getting to the source... He stopped himself when he right over the marked spot, instantly frowning. He first looked arround, hands on his hips to signal his annoyance. Then his eyes glanced to the floor and that's when he noticed a small business-like card down there. He picked it up, first noticing a quickly drawn cartoon version of the woman he had just met, alongside a message that read: "Hope you enjoyed your experience! To understand what just happened, please scan the following QR code." He indeed saw something to scan, relunctantly doing so. It lead to a youtube video that had been carefully cut to a part of Michael Jackson's song "Smooth Criminal": "You've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal!"

".... Clever bitch," he mumbled to himself with slight amusement.

As he heard footsteps approaching, he did sense something inside the card - most probably an electronic chip that must have interefered with his sensors, hence why he could only ping this location. He resigned himself to keep the card, but he would definitely need to scan it before reaching the Lair, simply to avoid any tracking device to follow him and his brothers.

"Did you catch her?" asked Mikey as the trio was now next to the tall terrapin.

Donnie motionned looking around him, annoyed.

"Does it look like it?" he replied, his attention falling back to his brothers. He sighed next, showing the card into view. "She seems to have escaped, unfortunately. She probably slipped that through some cracks and got out on another level. She left this here - there's a chip inside I can probably use to track her or somethin'..."

"Who was it?" questionned Leo. "Is it someone we know?"

The purple clad mutant shook his head.

"Never seen her before. She appears to be well capable with technology though. I may have to dig a little to find some information..."

"Could you get the list from the servers as well?" asked Raph.

"She wiped it clean," answered Donnie, defeated. "I don't have it - she does."

The team seem to deflate as well. It had been some time since they failed a mission... Leonardo's quick sigh brought the others' attention on him.

"Let's move," he said. "I'd rather we don't overstay our welcome, especially with the security cameras back online. ... We can figure out what to do next when we get back home."

"Sorry, Leo, I thought I had it under control," started Donnie.

"Don't," stopped the leader. "We'll talk later."

***

Alone and secured on a nearby flat rooftop, Vee pulled back her hood, next removing her googles and lowering her mask with a satisfied sigh. A nice wind was ruffling through some wild strands of her dark teal hair that had been first assembled into a low bun. She got a rectangular case from one of her pouches, next retrieving her glasses, which she rightfully placed before her eyes.

"Another night, another success," she congratulated herself, making sure that the data was secured still into her bag.

As she was readying herself to get back down to the streets, her eyes caught on some quick movements happening on other rooftops - her first instinct being to hide herself behind a big air conditionner box. She realized that the other forms were the turtles now on the move, a smile now on her features. Meeting one of them had been quite the experience - she still had shivers, just thinking about it! She kept a mental note to bring recording gear next time she was out, juuuuust in case she'd cross their paths again. Any footage of those creatures could probably result in quite the tantalizing sum...

She needed to find more information about them.

((Part 2))

#it's-a-moi #villain au #usual sorry for any mistakes #I think I'll have fun with that! #if anyone wanna know - I was mostly listening to the Splinter Cell 3 soundtrack while writing #lmao can't believe I just whipped the storyline and this first chapter today #I'm on fireeeeeeeee

[stayevildarling]

for the truth or dare game: 🍓🧸🦷🐝

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

probably just interacting with me? I love talking to people on here and my dm's or asks are always open <3

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

so random- but the only thing I can think of is how I removed a chocolate stain from a t-shirt the other day lol. I wore my favourite white t-shirt to work the other day (big mistake) and one of the kids got it covered in chocolate instantly. I used fizzy water because google recommended it and after 10 minutes it was gone. I was mind-blown 😂

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

honestly I really appreciate @stepintomyworld <3 you always send me great requests and also comment on pretty much everything so thank you for that ❣️

also thank you to @billiebeanhoward, @lucyintheskywithxanax and @minaslittleone for listening to me talk about my fics for hours and help me with them <3

#asks #ask game

[hayaku14]

(Long ask, I apologize!)

-💌 A thought for your French Kaito HC/AU(?):

Shinichi Kudou can't speak French. English? Yes. French? No.

Kaitou Kuroba on the other hand can. He's a cheeky bastard with many confusing, ulterior motives. At the beginning of their odd new friendship, Kuroba introduces Shinichi to others as "Mon Copain" (My boyfriend) and "Mon Mari!" (My husband). Shinichi is very confused and is slightly concerned with Kaito mocking him as he can't understand his French. Till' the lovely day he decides to translate it by using audio translation (resaying Kaito's phrases, so to speak.) He'sis even MORE confused when the definition arrives. He calls Kaito in frustration begging him to tell him what the fuck it means because all of the translations are wrong, "boyfriend" and "husband" don't seem like an entertaining mockery.

Kaito laughs softly into the phone and responds with "But you are, aren't you? Mon copain means boyfriend, the translations aren't wrong. Unless you want them to be." And Shinichi swears he can hear Kaito pouting on the other end.

He becomes incredibly embarrassed and irritated.

"You think you can call me your boyfriend and not even ask me out?" He's breathless and flustered and he hangs up on Kaito.

...They're dating now. :)

TD;LR: French asshole Kaito. They're dating now. Sort of.

NEVER APOLOGIZE!!! SEND ME KAISHIN STUFF AND I'LL DEVOUR THEM!!!!!

"You think you can call me your boyfriend and not even ask me out?"

I LOVE THIS LINE LMAOOOOOO. I love hopelessly in love kaishin still snarking at each other.

I find it hilarious that Shinichi in your scenario decided that Kaito's french must've been wrong cause no way would he call him those if he knew LOL

Honestly though, I think Shinichi won't even let a second go by of him not knowing whatever tf Kaito said in french that he didn't know so he'll probably look it up immediately and be like, "Oh he must be fucking with me. Just the usual teasing, nothing serious."

But then it goes on and it frustrates Shinichi because he's seriously in love with Kaito and, "How dare this man casually call me his boyfriend in french as if he doesn't know I would google the translation the second he's out of the room." Shinichi knows that Kaito knows that he knows what it means but Kaito still continues to call him that. It's like putting a big sign on things Shinichi wants but can't have. So at some point Shinichi snaps in frustration which has Kaito all confused and then it continues to the rest of the scenario you said lol

Shinichi all pissed saying, "You think you can call me your boyfriend and not even ask me out?" is just so funny to think about lol

Also Kaito having whiplash cause every time he called Shinichi 'Mon copain' or 'Mon mari' he'd blush and Kaito thought for sure he liked it only for Kaito to find out that it actually pissed Shinichi off lol

They just really need to talk 😂

THANK YOU ANON!!! Sorry for the late reply....I do that....a lot.....*sweats*

#replies #dc prattles #kaishin #ANON NEVER APOLOGIZE!!!!! #also come out of your hiding 😎 #loljk #thank you for kaishin brainrotting with me 🥺

[wysteria-clad]

I'm writing on google docs 😂

And Gods, this gotta be the most subby Jake fic I have ever written, dare I say, the most subby Jake fic ever written.

papi being a soft, needy, whiny, good boy for his mami 😵‍💫🥴

#no power on earth can stop me #in fact I'm adding more stuff in this re-write 😌 #sub jake lockley

[paperstorm]

I just read the asks about the heights and I have ThoughtsTM. I may have thought about this before too 👀

Sooo Brianna wears heels a lot. In this pic though, where she and Rafa wear the same type of shoes they’re almost the same height (I would even dare to claim that she’s a tiny bit shorter than him)

So I would believe her when she says she’s 5‘11. On IMDB it says Rafa is 6‘ which I feel is supported by the evidence above.

Now how tall is Ronen. IMDB says 6‘ again, which I don’t believe in this case, since we know he’s a tiny bit shorter than Rafa. Google says 180cm which would translate to 5‘10,86 so almost 5‘11 but not quite. This one I find more believable. Now if someone maybe has a picture where we can compare his height to someone’s we know and we know they’re either wearing similar shoes or both no shoes, we could determine his estimated height, but unfortunately I didn’t find such a picture on my very short research foray into my phone’s gallery.

All this to say, I assume Ronen is 5‘10 and Rafa is 6‘

I love this 😂 you did RESEARCH. I have definitely seen pics where Brianna is taller than Rafa but you’re right she’s probably wearing heels. I will point out that she’s kind of sitting back on her hip in that pic while Rafa is standing up straight, so if she was also standing up straight they would probably be the same height. Two very sexy tall ass people (three if you count Gina, which I do). And Ronen is a very sexy ass person of average height. 🥰

#911 lone star

[theeclecticwitchblog240]

I would like to share what I’ve been doing recently with my shadow work which has helped me immensely & I felt compelled to share my thoughts with you all on the topic…if I could…

So let's talk about making a shadow work Playlist!

Why make a shadow work Playlist especially if you are working on shadow work?

My reason is that music tends to bring deep emotions from events out for me. I tend to connect with music a lot more as well. It helps get my thoughts up and active, generates memory lane, and paves the way for me opening up and connecting with myself. Plus it’s the joy of mixing pain with feel good music at the same time. Before I found out about shadow work I used music as my own version of “therapy” and I’d journal my thoughts while jamming out.

So let's say you are one of those types as well, who connects with music on a deep level, perhaps you could give this thought a try and make a Playlist that causes you to think about certain situations or feel through them….

What songs should I put?

I found songs that connected with me through certain aspects. My relationship trauma i chose songs that talked about the heartache I was feeling. I’m very into lyrics more than anything else I mean a great catchy beat is awesome you know…but the lyrics are the soul to the song…without lyrics it’s just rhythm and beats. Well that’s just my opinion.

Another example is using “Love Like You” as a way to connect with my inner child, inner tween, and inner teen, and yes my young adult years too, Because it makes me feel like I am giving those parts love and attention. They are allowed to speak and be heard. I didn’t get to really have a normal childhood experience so this for me has been very difficult but important for my personal growth and development as an individual.

So finding songs that can assist with certain aspects may be great to add to a shadow work Playlist and you can totally add to it as well as delete if it’s become irrelevant or your feelings change. I’ve compiled several playlists to choose from depending on what type of shadow work I want to do. I’m old and still use my mp3 player 😂 but it works great for me. It’s not connected to any computer or phone with interruptions or those pesky ads apps make you listen to nowadays you know.🤷‍♀️😂

Another suggestion is go online and google search different song’s lyrics…ok so like I go to lyricsuniverse.co m and search up an artist I like right, I will then look thru the different albums and songs by that artist and read the lyrics instead of listening to the music aspect….I learned a lot of new songs and relived old memories as well as emotions by doing this method. Some parts were painful and agonizing but others were on the opposite end and were fond memories and emotions I had missed by putting it out of sight out of mind kinda thing you know, but welcomed back like an old lost friend.

So, How should I use this??

Well, Whenever you do shadow work, you could use the Playlist as background music. This could help you focus or you could use a particular song as a prompt and try to describe why you feel these ways and focus on healing through it. This method is of particular my favorite! I say that cause there is a few certain key songs that were played at a very important loved one’s funeral, and until I sat myself down and put this into practice, I couldn’t dare listen to the songs without bawling. When I allowed myself to listen and write out my thoughts and emotions as well as the pain associated with them, I was able to process my pain, forgive myself and find acceptance in their passing. It was a pivotal moment to be able to be somewhere,in public especially, and hear one of those songs come on in the store background…to not burst in tears, to instead push through the pain and turn my head up and look at it as them saying hi, I’m not alone! And smile with bittersweet happiness.

Another option is just letting your mind ramble with a song. Let what truly hurts just fall onto the paper and go for it. Don’t overthink in fact try not to think and just write whatever comes out…I tend to start my entries out as if I was still in school, you know the “Name Date & Subject” layout except instead of using my name, I name my entry instead….”random thoughts” or perhaps “my rant and rave for the day” something simple you know.

I hope you have enjoyed learning about my shadow work Playlist suggestions and tips. Perhaps you feel inspired to get started making some of your own. I felt this was really interesting to share and might help some as well in the process.

Thanks for reading,

BB!

#shadow work #witches coven #witchy witches #witches #witches of tumblr #witchcraft #baby witch #witchy tips #witchblr #wiccablr #wicca for beginners #Wicca #witchcraft community #witch tip #pagan witch #witchy things #eclectic witch #witch

[oraclekleo]

Kleo you're the only blog i found who celebrates getting older & becoming mature. You always mentioned your age without any shame. No cutting back a few years to seem "younger". Society really demonized getting older when in reality, it's so much better than being a teenager.

I'm not naive anymore. I can control my emotion. I'm calmer. I earn money. I don't involve myself in useless fight like fandom fights 💀

These are are not even half the benefit of getting older. As for health, your 30s is not 70s lol. We're fine.

-LS

Hello!

😂

Honestly, I still feel like a child even in my 30s. I know I haven't figured everything out, I still struggle to properly adult but yes, just like you say, 30s are great!

I mean, in your 30s you don't really go to school or university so you basically only learn what you are genuinely interested in or when it's for your career and you get paid for improving your qualification instead of getting meaningless marks. In your 30s, you know you don't need to impress anyone because same as you, they don't care whether your handbag is Prada or reusable cotton shoulder bag you bought in Tesco 5 years ago to carry your groceries home. Unless you actually have some conditions, your hormones and periods are pretty much settled down and you can predict your mood swings based on your cycle and give warnings to those of concern. In your 30s, you usually know what you want and don't want in life - I know I don't want husband and children and I knew it in my 20s but only after reaching magical 30 people started to take me seriously. And that's another thing - people actually listen to you and respect your values and opinions in your 30s. Finally you have the authority to actually completely decide about your life. Yes, people might critisise your decisions but the great thing is that you don't have to care about their opinion because you're pretty much well established on your own and if they keep bitching about something you can easily tell bye bye to them.

Yes, I have back pains, I need regular sleep schedule, I can't spend a day eating fastfood or my internal organs will let me know very clearly I made a mistake while in my teens I could live on chips and fizzy drinks for a week and still feel at the top of my game. But honestly, these are actually good things. Back pains motivate me to stretch and exercise. Regular sleeping shedule is healthy and really, really great. If you never had a regular sleeping schedule, you have no idea what utter bliss you are missing. And the fact I need to eat nutritious and balanced meals in order to feel good is also pretty ace.

I love being on my 30s. And quite frankly I'm looking forward to my 40s. If I'm smart now, I might be able to actually achieve some of big dreams that seem unreachable now but might be much accessible when in my 40s. I actually like growing old.

And to all those who think they know how world spins in their teen years - YOU HAVE NO IDEA! Don't you dare shaming people older than you. We have been through shit you can't even imagine. I didn't have internet when I was your age. We had to go to libraries and read or at least browse through actuall thick books for hours to find a little piece of information you can Google in 2 seconds. I miss spending hours in library now... I should spoil myself with a library day sometimes... 😏 Because I have a nice job and so many days of paid vacation that I can just randomly decide to spend a day in a library! And that's what you get in your 30s... Plus a nice salary to spoil yourself even more. 😂

So yeah! Thank you for celebrating 30s with me, dear! 💜💜💜💜

'We rock!' we whisper to our mirror reflection before moisturizing and going sleep at 9 pm. 🤣

Kleo 🦄

#oracle kleo #in her 30s and loving it

[halliescomut]

Secret Crush on You Ep 12

-I waited over a week to keep watching because I was so mad....but I'm still so mad. But I'm glad Toh has good friends.

-Yes Nuea!!! He's so cute in boyfriend mode. 🥰

-Sky's so cute!!!!! Must be the name. Never known a not sweet character named Sky. I'm so glad he's making sure to check in with Jao with all the BS going on.

-And SPORTS!!!

-God, he stuck Toh under his jersey 😂😂 that's so funny and cute and weird.

-We got full L word confessions!!!!🥰🥰<Nuea & Toh

-*Googling how to fight a fictional TV character* AGAIN!!!! How dare they post shit like that about Jao???? 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 (Also...his cute lil belly button 🥺)

-I appreciate his friends wanting to protect him, but as a fat person...you have to start recognizing the opinions of shitty people don't matter. I don't exactly remember the show it's from but ..."do not value the opinions of those who do not value you."

-Eavesdropping never works out in BLs....*le sigh*😔

-Aww comforting friend pile ❤️❤️❤️❤️

-Poor Sky. He's trying so hard with Jao, but because he thinks Jao is beautiful he doesn't get that Jao might be self-conscious.

-He's jealous of other people seeing Jao's belly. That's so precious!!!!

-Seems the Peach is rotten.....

-Sky please go off!!! Please !!!

-I do like Toh's attitude. "Who cares if I'm the ugly duckling, I still get to be Nuea's lover" 😂😂

-Thep just showing up out of nowhere to remind us how handsome he is.....fair enough

-God the daydream 😂😂😂😂 Nuea in glasses is cute though.

-I'm unreasonably concerned Kong might be trying to Single White Female Toh. I hope I'm wrong.

-Pouty Sky 🥰 Aww Jao called Sky boyfriend 🥰🥰🥰🥰

-I adore the prevalence of pinky promises in BLs. It is cute.

-Hmmmm....do we think 'T' is those bitches or an actual person with a crush on Jao???

-Saucy Nuea makes an appearance again 😳😁

-Nuea just wants some nookie and Toh is being too nice right now. It's hilarious

-I'm slowly getting used to Day/Daisy in the masculine uniform. He looks very handsome. He gorgeous either way, I just wanna see him happy and confident.

-Som....how can a plushie be poisoned??? An excellent question Jao.

-I do get Sky's jealousy, but he also should probably reel it in a little.

-Toh learn to say no my guy!!!! Also, suspicion of Kong is still high.

-Well, hopefully Kwan can help straighten Sky and Nuea out a little.

Sorry not much in the way of gifs this time, I'm on my phone.

Overall score for the ep...6.5/10 Think very medium overall.

Awkwardness rating...9/10 with Kong being so damn weird. It can't not be awkward with essentially two Toh's in a scene together

#secret crush on you #nueatoh #billyseng #skyjao

[sir-klauz]

Found a whole bunch of vegetarian and vegan food for my partner and kid to have this year again and each year it’s getting so much better for this! The embracing of diet which isn’t just slabs of meat everywhere is wonderful and has needed to happen for many years. Not everyone can cook a vegetarian meal from scratch! And come ON, party food? Hello??? It was rarely stocked out here in the countryside like it was more so in the city. I’m glad I could do this for them. Vegan tempura nests? And things like faux king prawns and all kinds of things! Vegan turkey? Wreaths? No pressure for nut roast and biscuits or fkin nothing (exaggeration but not really). I’m seeing dozens of people queuing at the Butchers and is that because they wanna or is it because they think they have to? Or what?

I’m not strictly vegetarian and anyone that makes the excuse that they’re not vegetarian so “can’t” incorporate decent vegetarian food into the holiday meals are just being lazy aha, you’re eating half a plate of vegetarian food which lets be honest, it’s pretty lame I mean potatoes and sprouts, sprouts being one of the most famous gross vegetables available😂.

“I don’t get people who decide to go plant based and then buy food that looks like meat”, well, why do people who eat meat buy food that doesn’t “look like meat”? Because a sausage sure doesn’t look like a pig. Likewise, why? Just because you don’t want to eat an animal, doesn’t mean you don’t get to be allowed to enjoy the taste, aha. It allows people to still eat it without needing to eat an animal and not enjoying that aspect. Intolerant meat eaters complain a lot about the “nasty taste of vegetables” then get aggy about people otherwise enjoying the taste more than a plain carrot (for example).

There’s so many delicious foods out there that don’t require incredibly expensive cuts of meat with everything! It just irritates me sometimes how OTT people go when it comes to eating meat unnecessarily? And how rude some get towards anyone does anything else. There’s never a need for the whole table to be full of meat food and upset faces of people who don’t eat it once again going without. 😩 Season of family and friends though right? 👀 It’s not hard to be selfless and incorporate plant based options for people, it isn’t! I am the minority for eating meat in my little family, I don’t eat much but it all works fine! Nobody is ever left out. I don’t get the flat out refusal to try. It’s not just often vegetables with no seasoning on which is what most people will only add on the side of a steak as it is?

It’s not hard to Google what to do either if you don’t know, or dare say it, ask. This isn’t just with vegetarian/vegan food, this is having things to hand for a plate of food for anyone with a different diet to you that you’re inviting. Diabetic, allergies, dishes which respect their faith if they’re wanting to come over to respect yours or your traditions as well, the least you can do is return it. If you can’t afford it, say they are free to bring their own food that they know they can eat or would like to, so everyone can sit down comfortably and have a meal and enjoy themselves rather than old school culture of feeling forced.

I love ketchup on loads of food. Roast dinner included! It makes everything nicer for me and even more so when I used to dislike gravy as a kid but I got endless comments about it. It doesn’t matter! It’s a time to enjoy a treat, and food we love, like any other holiday or special occasion. That’s the point. Stop making people uncomfortable excluding them!

Happy solstice for the 21st as well~ and a good autumn and winter for any other things people were doing during this time. 🍵

Share what you got up to if you like, I’d love to hear it, in my comments or ask box! Or, what you enjoyed eating for a treat or for any religious holiday you’ve engaged with. Have a lot of fun and also if I don’t get chance to say it before, Happy New Year!

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