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bon2bonn · 6 months

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Weathering your Storm

° The winds are howling

With summer break around the corner , it's just one weekend . What could go wrong ?, Well........ , Seb , Lewis and Daniel are about to find out.

*The start of the 22!23! Grid!AU !

*requests and questions are open so don't be shy ! ✨

2022!F1 grid X female!driver!reader

Sebastian vettel , Daniel Ricciardo, Lewis Hamilton X female!driver!reader.

Words count : around 1.4k

Warnings : grammar, cursing,sad girl hours, mercedes slander(not really), McLaren, I'm missing up the timeline but it's fun , not proof read nor edited .

leaving the media pen brought y/n relief as she's finally able to stretch her legs and get some fresh air away from the bustling reporters asking the same questions over and over again and buzzing teams finishing interviews and packaging garages after the race .

She avoided her team's garage like a plague , having to witness as the engineers pushed her car back in was more than too much for her to handle , so she opted for walking around trying to clear her mind before it goes on to a spiral.

Spotting Sebastian's green team shirt alongside Lewis and chatting among themselves down the pit wall she made a beeline for them . "Hello gentlemen . seb, Lewie " she greats them cheerfully as she gave each one a hug as they congratulate her before settling back beside Seb as he nudged her shoulder teasing " p3 , not so bad huh? " causing her to smile bashfully at him , Lewis pumped his fist with her's " great driving out there " , "thank you " she said with a beaming smile " yeah those last 3 lap were from hell , Sainz almost got my ass " both looked amused at her ranting post race as she always dragged them to listen , not like they were complaining as they adored how she went on giving them her full review with them giving her input here and there .

after a while of catching up they noticed how uncharacteristically quite she got while looking around searching for something or rather someone but before they could ask she perked up as Danny barged over lifting her in a tight hug shaking her around while exclaiming loudly "demon spawn!" And she returned the hug letting out a loud "Ricky Martin!" The other just stood there used to their antics same as everyone around them as they love to tease (bully) eachother around the paddock .

She turned to Danny giving him a wide grin" you're right on time , I was about to send out searching party " he nudged her shoulder " awww , I didn't know you'd miss my charming personality and handsome face that much " she scoffed at him " as if " he stepped back hand on his heart dramatically whining " you've wounded my delicate heart !" That got him a kick in the shin from her before she grinned back at him " stop with you theatrics , I have a great idea , we should start our own F1 support group !" mildly amused he threw her a wide grin " I'm all in baby , but what for?" So she looked at the other two drivers maintaining her wide grin as she lowered her voice to avoid any preying ears "well , mainly for you , Mick and Seb , but I'll be needing it too . my lovely team pulled a McLaren because guess who's mercedes dropping during the summer break ? , to give you a hint it's not Lewis" .

The three of them stood still staring at her as if she'd grown a second head , Danny was the first to snap out laughing "nice one mate ! That Almost got me" after a moment of silence Sebastian signals to him and he immediately reached to cover her ears as he cursed loudly "that's fucking bullshit , why the fuck would they ?" As she just stood there waiting for him to finish , Lewis just stared at her bewildered " what do you mean they are dropping you ? They can't do that , you're competing for the championship in that tin can excuse of a car incase they've forgotten about the standings ! Hell ! We both got a contract till 24 _ 25 they can't just drop it".

she just shrugged " well , they sure can and already did so ....." Danny's eyes couldn't get wider "what?!" So she gave them a nonchalant hand wave "starting from tonight I'm officially an unemployed F1 driver , they bought my contract and sent me out the door" Lewis interrupted " but Toto...." Only for her to shake her head " he sat me down along with the team management , PR and legal team which explains why they were lurking around lately , and both my lawyer and Manager out of nowhere and went on about the team and the drivers , how the last two years were great for the team bonding building a solid foundation and all of the usual pe-race briefing no big deal right ? , He went on talking about my contract which was odd because I knew wouldn't be up till 24 at least with great possiblity of extension , and how I have a promising future in the sport but not with them and I honestly just zoned out after that ,up until they gave me an offer out of of guilt or pity I guess to drive for Williams alongside Albon " that got Danny's attention "what about Russell?" So she whispered to him to subtly hold both Lewis and seb back as they both were close to marching over mercedes demanding answers after her declaring " they finalized singing him today for the next three seasons so starting from SPA he'll be driving full time for mercedes , that's net even the worst part , apparently they were discussing the position since the beginning of the previous season but they wanted me out with the least PR damages so now is the best chance to do so after most teams got their seats confirmed for next season so here I am " .

"Wait so you're telling me that everyone knew except us ? " she shrugged "pretty much, yeah " , "bono?" , " He knew" , " sussie?" , "Nodding "yup" , "James?" , "Uhuh , he was all in for the change" , "fucking hell!", "Exactly" she shrugged " they even decided they won't even announce any of it till Spa " . Daniel whistled in astonishment " wait until Nando hear about this " causing them to grimace only thinking what he'd possibly do " oh he already know ! Found him this morning cornering Toto in the garage , don't know what he said but by the time I got him he was done , talking about too many witnesses " , that got seb to realize as he voiced out concerned " that's why he seemed so cryptic , well more than usual, he asked me to get ready to head out to Brackley headquarters for some urgent business had to talk him out of it " she snorted" Don't be so sure , He asked me to join too right before quali so I reckon that talk didn't do much , Kimi is in it too so .... Yeah ".

Silence overtook them as their somber faces took her demeanor in , her now fidgeting fingers , tense shoulders , and strained smile , seb stepped up giving her a tight hug whispering " are you okay?" And she reciprocated with a strained voice " yeah , it's just didn't hit me yet so I would give it two to three days to fully set in but right now, everything is shitty and I want to cry but I'm too angry to cry so now I'm hungry , I want ice cream ". That earned her a sympathetic smile from Lewis as he pulled her next " I known darling , let's grab our things and I promise you we'll get you as much of ice cream as you want okay? ", " Okay , but I'm not going there , I can't , they're taking down my name and number off of everything" she let out with a small voice as he sighed heavily "already!? They couldn't wait?" Shaking his head while heading up to their drivers rooms .

Danny put his arm around her shoulders swaying them as he reminded " it might be so shitty and as bad as it seems , but we've got you okay? You'll find us there whenever you need us , you're stuck with us for good , and if you wanna burn down you know what , you know where ........." Seb snapped. " no one is burning anything!" Only for him to carry on pretending to whisper " we won't tell him " causing her to let a loud giggles at how serious Daniel was and how seb was trying to tell him off of it ." Just know you won't be alone in this".

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anton-luvr · 6 months

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can you do childhood enemies to lovers with sungchan please 🤞 i love ur writing!!

# MR. CONSIDERATE.

𖦹 childhood enemy!sungchan x fem!reader | fluff | ce2l au 𖦹 note ; tysm for requesting anon!! i had so much fun writing this i love sungchan </3 thank u for waiting and i hope u like it!

Sungchan's yawn changes into a frown when he notices the pair of unfamiliar shoes by the door.

His aunt never mentioned about having guests over.

Thinking he had to endure another awkward social interaction, Sungchan sighs as he takes off his own shoes.

Don't get him wrong, he loves his aunt to bits.

But oftentimes, the friends she had over would nag him till his ears were ringing, endless questions about his college and non-existent dating life thrown his way.

So when he steps into the hallway to see that it's only a girl about his age with his sister in the living room, he's instantly relieved.

Until he notices his aunt is nowhere in sight.

"Somin," he calls out suspiciously, making his way over to the living room. "I'm home!"

The little girl squeals in delight, and she rushes over to hug Sungchan tightly. "'Chan, meet my new friend!" she says excitedly, pointing at you.

The smile on Sungchan's face freezes.

When he last saw you more than ten years ago, he had celebrated the fact that he would never have to see you again, but here you were: standing in his aunt's living room and staring right back at him.

Memories rush through his mind like a rollercoaster: childish fights over ice-cream, competitive glares exchanged when the teacher gave back your grades, and the promise he made to himself to hate you forever.

"S-Sungchan?" you sputtered, snapping him out of his thoughts. "What are you doing here?"

And just like he used to, Sungchan gets defensive. "What are you doing here? This is my aunt's house." he asks back, tone sharp and bringing an edge of hostility.

"She's the new babysitter!" Somin replies, unaware of the situation. "Her name is Y/N, isn't she nice?"

"Y/N, this is my brother! His name is Sungchan." Somin continues, grinning brightly at you.

You bite on your tongue to hold back from snapping back at Sungchan, feigning a surprised expression in response to Somin's introduction.

"Okay, bye! I need to go watch TV now." she sings, dashing off.

A heavy silence settles between the both of you as she leaves you alone, and Sungchan fakes a cough to break it.

"Sorry about that." he muttered.

"Oh, it's fine." you lie, shifting uncomfortably on your feet.

Sungchan shakes his head strongly at this, making his way into the kitchen.

"No, it's not. It's our first time meeting after forever, and this is how I treat you." he sighs. "Here, let me get you something to drink."

Not saying another word, you simply follow him into the small but cozy kitchen.

You watch as he pulls out two cans of soda from the fridge, and a small smile rests on your lips when you recognize the brand.

"I didn't know they still sold these sodas." you said, sliding into a seat by the kitchen counter.

They had been the most popular ones when you were a kid, and you would save your allowance to buy them during the scorching summers.

Sungchan makes a huffing noise as he places them on the counter, sliding one towards you. "You won't believe how expensive they are now." he complains. "It's almost five dollars a can!"

Hearing him complain like a grumpy middle-aged man, you couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asks, confused as he takes a sip from his can.

"You sound like an old man." you giggle, pretending to dodge when Sungchan picks up his soda as if to throw it at you.

The silence from earlier returns as your laughter dies down, and you wrack your brain to think of something to say.

Thankfully, Sungchan beats you to it.

"So... how's life? How have you been?" he asks.

Shrugging, you take a sip. "Not much. I'm on summer break from college, so I thought I'd earn some money at it while resting."

Sungchan hums, leaning back on his chair.

"And my aunt hired you to babysit my sister? Yikes." he mumbles jokingly.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "I see that you're still the same, huh?" you retort.

As if you had accused him of a great crime, Sungchan gasps and dramatically clutches at his chest. "Hey, if this was us back then, we'd already be fighting and screaming at each other on the floor!"

The fact that it's happened before makes you chuckle, shaking your head.

It was crazy to think about how you used to hate him with all your guts, but here you were, having a conversation with him in his aunt's kitchen.

And as if on cue, you hear the front door rattle open and the loud chatter of ladies fill up the house.

"Oh God," Sungchan groans, mortified as he buries his face in his hands. "My aunt brought her friends over again."

You didn't understand his reaction till they swarmed over, chatting away like a coop of chickens.

"Oh wow, who's this gorgeous lady?" one of the ladies asked, waving enthusiastically at you.

"Is this your girlfriend? You never told us you had one!" another lady teases, whacking Sungchan on the shoulder.

He chokes on his soda, shaking his head frantically. "W-We're just friends! She was taking care of Somin, that's all!"

"Hmm, and maybe she can take care of you too!" one of them adds in, smirking at Sungchan.

"Someone's turning red!" Sungchan's aunt notices, laughing along.

Sure enough, his face was the color of a strawberry. Embarrassed, he stands up quickly, pulling you up with him by the hand.

"Okay, it's getting late, I have to take her home." he rambles, tugging you after him as he squeezes his way to the door.

"You do?" you echo, following him in surprise.

"Aw, our Sungchan is all grown up! He's bringing a girl home, how sweet!" one of the lady coos, and Sungchan's eye twitches.

"Bye!" he shouts, slamming the door shut behind the both of you.

All noise fades the moment he does, and the peace of the night wraps around you like a hug.

"Sorry about that. My aunt's friends are... something." Sungchan mumbles, annoyed.

"It's fine." you say. You were sure you had at least five aunts from your family who were the same, if not worse.

"Wait, but are you actually going to take me home?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at the brown haired boy.

Eyes widening, Sungchan plants his hands on his hips. "Of course I am! What kinda douchebag do you think I am to let you go home alone in the dark?" he scoffs, seemingly offended.

Shrugging, you laugh as you walk away. "Well, let's go then, Mr. Considerate."

He catches up to you with a "Hey, wait for me!", your footsteps falling together in a rhythm as you make your way home.

"Anyways, how about you? How's life?" you ask.

Sungchan hums at this, kicking a random rock on the sidewalk. "It's good. I'm finishing up my degree in engineering, then I'll probably start working."

"Oh, cool!" you say softly. "I would never have guessed you wanted to be an engineer." you laugh. "You were so obsessed with being a fireman back then."

Your words unlock another memory for Sungchan, and he smiles to himself.

Silence falls between the both of you again, but it felt more comfortable this time.

And as you continue walking together, Sungchan can't help but look at you from the corner of his eye, the old hatred softening away into unfamiliar adoration.

And he realized his aunt's friends were right. You really were gorgeous.

Your eyes still had the mischievous glint he used to hate, your cheeks a soft pink from the cool autumn breeze, while the orange street lamps overhead cast a soft glow on you - almost like an angel.

His face burns in realisation when he catches himself admiring you, and Sungchan's about to slap himself when you stop in your tracks.

"Alright, this is it. Thanks for walking me back." you smile, pointing at the apartment complex you stayed at.

Sungchan smiles back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "No problem," he says. "It was nice seeing you again."

You nod, waving as you walk up to the entrance.

"Goodnight!" you call, pulling out your access card.

But the beep of verification has barely gone through when it's cut off by Sungchan, shouting.

"Y/N, wait!" he calls.

"Do you want to go get a coffee or something tomorrow? J-Just to catch up." he stutters, eyes shining with what seems to be nervous anticipation.

"Sure," you say immediately, surprising yourself. "Text me the details?"

"I don't have your number though." Sungchan says, smiling sheepishly.

You face palm yourself, dumbfounded. "Sorry," you laugh awkwardly, taking his phone from his outstretched hand.

He watches in amusement as you type in your number, failing at least twice because you kept pressing the wrong number keys.

God, you were so cute.

"Still struggling with numbers?" Sungchan teases when you pass his phone back to him, and you slap his arm. "I passed math in high school, get it right." you scold lightly.

He grins, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Well, you can tell me all about it tomorrow," he says casually.

His words make your cheeks warm up, and you nod.

"Bye!" you call out, stepping into the lift.

Sungchan waves back as the lift doors close, and he can't help but smile like an idiot.

It seems like he wasn't going to hate you forever after all.

#riize #riize fics #riize fluff #kpop fics #kpop fluff #riize icons #riize sungchan #sungchan riize #sungchan x reader #riize imagines

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sureogi · 9 months

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(´･_･`) RAIN AND FLAMES ( HYUNJAE x READER )

summary : “I hate to break it to you, but I think you’re in the wrong tent — unless you want to sleep with me,” he elucidates, mumbling his last statement. ⋅ note : second post !! i recently wrote this one cause it was kinda based on me having to go camping with my enemy T_T i haven't wrote anything for tbz in a while so i thought this one would fit hyunjae! i'm not sure if i'll write a part 2 for this but i'll see

genre : fluff, humor, implied enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort ⋅ word count : 1157 (oops 😓)

Summer had always been your favourite season of all time. Memories of happiness remind you of the times where you feel the heat of the scorching sun or how your favourite ice cream flavour melts in your hands. Waking up cold from the air conditioner and coming back home each afternoon, sweating everywhere — from the crown of your head to the sole of your feet.

The season was what made you ecstatic all the time. Keyword, was.

A few of your friends had invited you to go camping with them for three nights. The campsite they picked was only half an hour away from the city in case anyone had an issue and needed to leave immediately. But you didn't seem to have any issues at the moment so you were fine.

Wrong!

As soon as you step foot onto the campsite, your eyes flamed at the sight of a familiar somebody roasting barbecue on top of the campfire.

"What is he doing here?" you angrily whispered to one of your friends. Scratching her head, confused about who you were sulking about. She looks at you and looks at the group of people surrounding the campfire.

"Who are you talking about?" she asks.

"Hyunjae obviously!"

"Oh!" she says, realising you were talking about him. Although she knew how much you despised him, she could never take in why you were always grumpy every time he was in your presence. "He's one of the people who chipped in," she explained.

"Well I'm backing out, I don't want to spend three nights with him," you retorted, turning around to go back to the car. She pulls you back from the collar of your shirt and you face the sight of an exalted Hyunjae yet again.

"C’mon it's just three nights! It's not like you'll share a tent with him. It's just going to be me, you, Sunwoo and Changmin," she urges as she tugs onto your right sleeve. You take a deep breath and nod.

"Yeah! You're right. I'm not going to let him ruin my time spent with you guys."

"What are you guys standing there for? I'm going to get allergies the more we stay out here!" Sunwoo complains from behind. The four of you giggle as you make your way to your tent. Thankfully you didn't have to spend hours attempting to set up your tent which leaves you to just relax.

You sat down on a chair outside after you set up your sleeping bag. You watched your friends’ friends play volleyball — your head moving to track the ball from each move.

“Hey loser, I didn’t expect to see you doing outdoor activities like this,” Hyunjae teases you from behind. You behind to see a smirk forming on his face. You scoff as he rests his head against the top rail of your chair.

“I didn’t expect you to be rich enough to rent a campsite.”

“Hey I practically paid for you to stay here!”

“And I didn’t ask you to!”

Hyunjae flinches from your sudden backfire. “Damn, did a mosquito bite you or something?”

“No, but I hope you get bitten by one,” you said, smiling sarcastically as you got up from your seat to go play volleyball.

After spending at least five hours of doing outdoor activities such as playing sports with others, swimming at the nearby lake and attempting to go fishing, you ended your day with a midnight stroll. The moon was glistening and you could hear the fire crackle from other campsites. The smell of nightly breezy air captivated you during your stroll, and that’s what you really loved about summer.

By the time you reached the entrance of your campsite, the campfire had gone out and people were already in their tents. It was dark, and you tried going to your tent safely. By the time you reached there, you had plopped down to what you think is your sleeping bag and closed your eyes.

“Goodnight guys,” you spoke in awe. You could hear the person next to you shuffling and turning on a lantern as he holds it. You open your eyes and notice Hyunjae sitting up next to you.

“I hate to break it to you, but I think you’re in the wrong tent — unless you want to sleep with me,” he elucidates, mumbling his last statement.

You quickly sat up and backed away from him. “What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Actually I should be asking that,” he says, placing the lantern next to him. “What are you doing here?”

You got up and tried unzipping the entrance of his tent. It wouldn’t budge. “I need to get out right now!”

He scratches his nape. “Yeah, about that, the zipper inside doesn’t really work. In the morning I just call out someone to unzip it for me outside,” he admits. You cursed under your breath. “Just sleep here tonight,” he says, patting the sleeping bag next to him.

“No, I will sleep with anyone but you!” You yell. He gestures to keep it down, so no one will complain in the morning.

“Suit yourself.” He lays back down and pulls his blanket over him. You fall to your knees, admitting defeat — you have to stay in a tent with Hyunjae for the night. You crawl to the sleeping bag and face the opposite direction of him.

Neither of you could sleep knowing that you both could probably kill each other. As time passes by, your eyes slowly shut.

Until you hear droplets falling on top of the tent. Multiple drops fall every second. It sounds like rain. Thunder rumbles seconds later, and you hear a shriek next to you. You rolled over to face Hyunjae, who was hiding under his blanket.

“Was…that you who screamed?” You question.

He scoffs and pushes his blanket off him. “Pfft, no. Who would scream like that. I bet it was you,” he defends before lightning flashes, screeching and pulling his blanket over him quickly.

“Just say you’re scared. Everyone has fears.” You chuckle as he groans and hides under his blanket. The silence was loud between the two of you while the rain pouring on top on the tent was the only sound you could hear. Hyunjae scooches his sleeping bag next to yours, trying to make sure you won’t notice.

He gets caught as you roll to your side, making eye contact with you. Despite how dark the atmosphere was, his eyes were shining at you. Thunder roars and he flinches, shutting his eyes rapidly. Guilt began to weigh you down from sleeping.

“Sorry,” you muttered. You bring yourself closer to him, closing the gap. You wrap your arms around his torso and pat his back. “It’s okay, you’re safe with me.”

He brings his head to whisper a ‘thank you’ against your ear. Those had been his last words before he went off to snoozeville.

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thatlittleegyptologist · 1 year

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Are we still clowning on the anons trying to tell you how awful living in Europe is? Because I (a USian) saw them spouting nonsense and was like 'Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones'. Several communities there do not have access to safe drinking water at all. Texas's insistence on building their own electric grid incompatible with the rest of the country's meant that about 246 died in the 2021 winter storm. I'm trying to move to the land of bones because the US? YIKES

The US is not without its problems infrastructure wise, yes. I don't think any country is in all honesty.

Though, I think I should address how anon seemed to be getting wires crossed about the situation in Europe:

Most homes here are maybe 100 years old at most, some 150 ish, but most only 40-70 years (something something rebuilding after two world wars). Of course, you get ones built earlier that people still live in. I've known several people in my life who lived in 16th century built homes with thatched roofs. My own home is about 60 years old.

'The buildings are crumbling' yeah, they're old...so they will. But they're not falling down so there's no issue. We make repairs!

Despite their age they do have all the mod cons! Yes, including the 16th century farm houses! You see with continuous settlement people repair and renovate the existing homes, so over the years things like electricity/central heating/plumbing etc have been added.

That said, depending on when stuff like electricity and plumbing was installed it can fail. Anon said that anecdotally a socket had blown. This could be due down to age. However, it can also be down to an american adapter being the wrong voltage for the european plug socket. That tends to make them short out. I've had two american friends at uni who had plug sockets short out on them when arriving in the UK because they used the wrong voltage adapters. Nothing to do with the wiring. Mostly to do with no checking voltage requirements. I've had to do the same when holidaying on the continent. If I take the wrong one I'm gonna damage something.

While central heating and air con are in abundance in Europe, not everyone needs air con. In Northern Europe, before climate change, we experience cold winters but mild summers so our homes needed good central heating and thick walls to keep the heat in. Which they have! However, now climate change is upon us...imagine living in a house where the walls are thick and trap heat but it's 40c outside and you don't have air con still because it's still too expensive a thing to install for 3 weeks use a year at best. That's why anon has seen Europeans complaining about being too hot. The temperatures are record breaking high, and because it's not normal for it to be like that we don't have air con. Southern Europe, where it's much warmer, is where homes more regularly have air con. Pretty much every commercial building, regardless of location or age, has some sort of air conditioning and central heating system.

The 'europeans don't have central heating' probably comes from the posts about how most of us are going to freeze to death this winter due to fuel prices/shortages. We have central heating, we just can't afford to put it on. Thanks to Pusheen (fameux dictateur Russe) invading Ukraine, gas prices in Europe have gone through the roof. In the winter I used to pay £75 for gas and electric per month. Now, I pay £120 for gas alone. I live alone. My consumption is less (I halved the time I have the heating on to save money so it's -3c and I only have the heating on 2 hours a day). Many more people are in a worse off state than me. They can't afford to heat their homes at all. Add in inflation, which has pushed food prices sky high, recession, and stagnant wages, and people are dying from not being able to put the heating on. They've got it anon, but they can't afford to use it and also eat.

Moving to the 'move somewhere without bones' part of it all. Europeans are fine digging up bones and mosaics. Happens all the time, I've no idea why anon thinks we'd need to move or why we'd be mad about it. It's our history! Part of continuously living in an area for centuries means that inevitably when you dig down for foundations you're gonna find bones. That's where the Archaeologists come in! Laws here dictate that an archaeological survey must be conducted on any build site, so that if there is something there it can be properly recorded! This is so we don't end up with what we currently have where it's like 'nope no idea what's down there' and the surprise is a WWII bomb or a roman cemetery, or even a plague pit.

Actually that last one is one I've experienced. When I was looking into archaeology as a degree I went to a dig site for a new shopping centre where they'd discovered victorian ruins, a medieval abbey destroyed by Henry VIII, and a plague pit all on the same site. An absolutely wild time. These guys had to be moved or secured before the actual building work could commence. You can still go down and see the plague pit if you know the right people because the building was built in a way that preserved it.

Anyway, the digging of graves is where everyone seems to get funny with regards to archaeology. They'll accuse archeologists of grave robbing or disturbing the dead and that's so far from the truth it's unreal.

Firstly, there's so much paperwork involved when remains are found. So much. 90% of the time archaeologists don't even deal with human remains because we're digging up buildings instead. I don't know why people seem to think 99% of our work is with the dead. It's not. After finding remains, then we have to decide what is safe for them. If we can leave them in situ we will. You excavate, analyse, record the find, and then cover them back up. People seem to think we're getting to the grave site and then removing everything to keep in a box. That's only done if the remains are in danger from the construction or agriculture that's being performed there. It's a choice between saving a person's remains, or letting them get destroyed by construction work. Which do you think is more respectful in that scenario?

We don't make that decision lightly either. So many elements are factored into the decision, including the safety of the site (will someone come along and steal for the antiquities black market? See: Egypt and the reasons mummies are moved to storage when found.) and how best to keep this person's dignity. We don't want to smash through remains with bulldozers and concrete. Where we can, like that famous McDonald's in Italy with the body in the floor, we keep them in situ so they do remain in their graves. In the UK, recently, there was a huge mosaic uncovered in a field by a farmer. Archaeologists excavated it, recorded it, took a load of photos, didn't disclose the precise location, covered it back up, and then told everyone 6 months after it has been discovered just to preserve the site.

Most archaeological finds were discovered months before the public even knew about them in order to preserve the site and not get illegal traffickers trying to make money off things (again, the reason mummies in Egypt are moved to museums. it's for their safety not because no one wants them to be in their graves). We want these people and artefacts to rest in peace as much as you do. Believe it or not Archaeologists do care about the people and places they are tasked with uncovering and protecting. Sometimes you've got to move those bones because if you don't someone who doesn't care for anything but making a quick profit will dig that site and sell what they find.

Often it's a race between archaeologists discovering sites and therefore affording them security from getting disturbed, and traffickers digging in locations they know something might be and selling what they find to some rich bastard where it'll never see the light of day.

TL;DR: Europe isn't living in the Middle Ages, we're suffering from climate change and soaring fuel/food prices, and Archaeologists perform a vital job that isn't about grave robbing but about preserving and protecting the past from traffickers and giving those dead we do come across a voice in the present.

#this got long #but anon was too insistent on their bullshit yesterday that I wasn't in any mood to explain

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haileymunson · 2 years

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early mornings

eddie munson x reader

WARNINGS: SMUTTY SMUT, dom!eddie, praise kink, daddy kink, filthy smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ladies), small drug use mention (marijuana) lol, degradation but nothing too major

Y/N's POV

Laying in Eddie’s bed, I wake up from the bright sun shining in our eyes. It’s summer break so Eddie insists I stay at his trailer most nights. With my family on vacation and out of town quite frequently, I decided to stay back home and keep Eddie company. This was better than having him call me every hour if I was away.

The first few weeks day pretty easygoing, but after a week of just being with Eddie started to get irritating. Don't get me wrong, I love the man, but god he sure likes to wear me out. And by wear me out I mean sex every. Single. Night.

It started off fun, doing whatever we wanted and fucking our brains out for hours daily, but I needed something new. I little spice to our daily routine. I could tell Eddie wanted to try something new as well.

Usually we’d eat all day, watch movies, listen to music, go to the mall or the movies. We'd always watch tv or play video games while his uncle was away. We'd make breakfast and do a bunch of stuff together, slowly but surely getting closer.

Anyways, I turned to my side to see Eddie sleeping peacefully, his arm lazily around my waist. His faint snores and his slightly agar mouth looked so adorable, my hand softly caressing his cheek. His lips slowly curved into a smile, his eyes opening. "Good morning Y/N." He said leaning into my touch.

"Good morning Eddie, how'd you sleep?" He smirked, "Great after last night." I giggled remembering last night, a night filled with soft high sex. Eddie was more of a rough and fast type of guy, but last night I convinced him to take things slow. He thought he wouldn't like it, but of course he eventually did.

He pulled me closer to him and gave me soft pecks on my lips, his arms wrapping around my figure. His hands roam around my body, firmly gripping my ass. I let out a soft moan, "Fuck princess." He starts kissing my shoulder as I start straddling him. I lean up and sit on his dick, his morning wood resting in between my other set of lips.

"Babygirl, I wanna spend the rest of the day fucking the shit out of you."

I smiled, "I'm not complaining Eddie," licking my lips and caressing my cheek. He chuckled and lifted my hips, ordering me to grab his thick 7-incher. I stuck the head in and soon fully sat on his lap.

"Oh my god Eddie."

"Fuck Y/N, so fucking wet for me baby." I start riding his dick, him roughly trusting his hip into mine. My breasts bounce as I ride him, Eddie of course enjoying the view. "Look at those fucking tits babe, so fucking sexy."

I pant as he stops thrusting into me and I start leaning forward with my hands on either side of his head. His hands went up to my hips, as I start moving my hips on his cock, him moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck babe, turn around I wanna see your ass." I hop off him and turn around, my ass his new view. I straddle him again and before I put him inside me, I shake my ass.

"Damn Y/N, you're so fucking pretty baby." He smacked my ass a few times before I put him inside me. I moaned softly before riding him, Eddie groaning at the sight of my ass.

"Shit princess, you're gonna make me fucking cum in your little fucking cunt." I feel him start thrusting into my core, making me let out a loud moan. "Daddy! Please! Fuck...harder!"

I feel his hands grip my hips painfully, bruises probably already forming. As he starts going faster, I start matching his thrusts.

"Fucking hell Y/N. I'm so fucking close."

"Mhm Daddy, make me cum around your dick baby, oh god."

I clench around his dick making him grunt and moan, slapping my ass. I feel myself about to cum around him, moans slipping out of my mouth with ease. I feel him sloppily thrust into before I feel his warm cream burst inside me. I feel myself releasing as I clenched around him.

"Oh fuck babygirl...shit your pussy is so fucking good." I blush as I hop of him, our cum dripping out my cunt. I leaned down and let Eddie see his work, him gripping my right ass cheek and spreading it, looking at my pussy leaking. "Damn sweetheart, such pretty fucking pussy."

He smacks my ass again before sitting up and leaning on the headboard, pulling me so my back against his chest. He spread my legs and started rubbing my sensitive clit. I leaned my head into his neck, moaning at his actions.

"Oh fuck princess, look how fucking wet you are. You look so pretty baby." I moaned softly, "Oh Daddy." I felt his dick get hard again, his cock resting under me, right on my thigh, next to my aching core. "That feel good princess? Huh? You want me to fuck your or to eat you out next?"

I start panting as I can't get words out. He started going faster, one hand rubbing my clit and his other pumping two fingers in me. He smacked my pussy, "I asked you a fucking question Y/N."

"Mmm, eat me out baby, I'm so wet for you. Ahh!" He kissed my face that was in his neck, "Good girl, lemme make you cum first. Cum on my fingers baby, lemme see that cream coat my fingers. What's my fucking name?"

He starts pumping his fingers faster, "Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Daddy! You're my Daddy! I'm all yours! My pussy is all yours! You own this pussy daddy! Nobody can fuck me like you do!"

"Damn Girl, you wanna cum so bad don't you? Good girl. You know this pussy is mine."

"Mhm, make me cum on you fingers daddy, I love you so fucking much. Oh god!" He kisses my cheek and smiles, "I love you more princess." He goes faster and now my legs feel so weak, I close my eyes and moan his name loudly. I clench around his fingers.

"Fuck I'm gonna-" I let go around his fingers, my pussy squirting instead of cumming. I moan hysterically as he kept fucking me with his fingers, overstimulating me.

"Holy shit Y/N, I didn't know you were a squirter." I blush and he notices, "Don't worry princess, it was probably one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. Come on, let me out you out."

He comes from behind me as I sink into the sheets. I was fucking exhausted. He got in front of me and looked down at my dripping wet cunt. I saw his dick get hard at the sight, I felt myself get wetter at the sight of his long cock. God how'd I get so lucky.

He leans down and lays on the bed, his forearms holding himself up. His arms wrapped around my legs as I felt his hot breath ghosting on my wetness. "Damn babygirl. You look so fucking delicious. My pretty fucking pussy." He says as he licks a bold stripe through my folds. I moan softly at his actions, him chuckling at my actions. His chuckle sent vibrations through me, making me moan again.

He starts making figure 8s on my clit, licking, sucking, and biting it. I feel him start licking up and down my folds, inserting his tongue into my cunt. "Oh my god Eddie! You make me feel so good!" I feel him pull away and I start panting and groaning in protest, "What are you doing?"

"Eddie’s not my fucking name in the bed, you know what to fucking call me. Now you have to be punished. You understand me?" I nod my head and moan at the lack of pleasure. I was so fucking close.

He leans back down into me, "Listen to me. Don't you dare make another fucking sound, if you do you get punished. Keep your eyes on me, you close them or look somewhere else you get punished. Don't cum until I say you can, if you do you'll be punished. You hear me loud and clear?" I nod my head and then he chuckles at my actions, "Good girl, already being quiet."

I blush at his words as I felt his tongue go back into my cunt, him making eye contact with me. It was so hard not to moan, he was so fucking skilled. My hands grip the sheets as I look down at him. As he thrusts his tongue into me, I feel his hand gently rub my clit. I bit my lip and tried to keep my composure, my eyes wishing they were closed. He moaned in my pussy and I damn near bit my lip off, I wanted to cum so bad. "You close princess?" I nod my head as a start panting, Eddie rubbing my clit and tongue fucking me faster.

His hand comes up to my right breast, pinching my perked nipple between his fingers. I try my best not to moan before he speaks, "Fucking moan for me princess." As soon as he says that, I start moaning uncontrollably. Pushing his head closer in my pussy. I'm surprised we made eye contact for so long. He starts sucking my clit and I'm damn near about to cum on his face. "Tell me when you're about to cum princess."

"Daddy I'm so close, please let me cum. Let my cum coat your tongue Daddy. You're so good with me, oh god!" He smirks at my words, "Wait princess, I'm not done with you yet." He starts biting and making out with my clit, finishing off with his signature. "Cum you dirty fucking slut."

I gasp and moan as I release my juices all on his tongue. "Oh my god Daddy! I feel so good! Mmmm!" He licks and cleans my cum around my pussy, "You taste so fucking good." He leans back up and kissed my lips, him pulling me closer to him.

"I guess I do taste good." I says as I giggle with him. He kisses my cheeks as he grabs his cock, lining it up with my cunt. He rubbed the tip along my folds, moaning at my wetness.

"Damn babygirl. So fucking wet." I moan as he inserts himself in me, him collapsing on top of me. His forearms rest on both sides of my head, my hands resting on his cheeks. I felt his stubble, my juices still around his mouth. He started placing open mouthed kisses on my lips, fucking me harder and harder. He grunts as I clench around him, moaning his name.

"Daddy, please. Make me cum again. I wanna cum around your dick. Your dick is so fucking big, you make me feel so fucking filthy. I'm your dirty little whore."

He smirks at my words, "Damn princess. You make me so fucking hard. You want this dick badly, don't you babygirl?"

I nodded quickly, "I want that dick Daddy. Give it to me. Give it to me good baby. Oh God! I wanna suck your big dick after you make me cum Daddy. I want you to fuck my fucking face, make you feel good Daddy.” He moans at my words, "Damn Y/N, such a dirty girl for me."

I moan loudly as her starts slamming into my pussy. He looks down and moans, "Oh shit princess. Look at your cream all over your pussy. So fucking perfect." I look down to see our juices mixing, my cream all over my pussy and his dick.

I wrap my arms around his neck, "So good daddy. Don't fucking stop." I feel his dick hit my G-spot, making me scream in pleasure. "Right there daddy! Don't fucking stop! It feels so good!" He slams his dick into me, hitting me just right. I feel myself about to cum for the fourth time this morning. "Oh my god Daddy I'm so close! Make me cum on that big dick daddy!"

I feel him sloppily thrust in me as he groans, "Fuck you're gonna make me cum in that pussy. Oh baby." I bit my lip as I felt myself release around him. I soon felt him cum in me, pulling out and stroking himself. Even though I was tired, I was still willing to please my man. I got up on all fours and took his dick from his hands, him laying down on the bed behind him. I start sucking and kitty licking his tip.

"Stop teasing me Y/N. Suck me off." I feel myself getting wet at his words, making me go down on him all the way. I start bobbing my head, sucking and deep throating his 7 inch dick. "Damn princess, fuck me."

I giggle against him, him groaning at the vibrations. He sat back up and got off the bed, his dick leaving my mouth. I moaned from the lack of him, him chuckling at my neediness.

He got off the bed and stood in front of me, "Come here princess. Let me fuck your pretty little face." I moan at his words and crawled towards him. Once his dick was in front of me I opened my mouth and he shoved himself inside of me, his dick hitting the back of my throat.

I look at him with my puppy eyes and he notices, wincing at the feeling of his dick at the back of my throat. He starts fucking my throat faster, pulling my hair into a ponytail. He fucks my throat and stuffs my mouth with all of him, making me gag on him. He pulls out and does the same thing again, doing it over and over. "Fuck princess I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth." He pulls out, "Fucking cum in me daddy."

He fucks my face again while looking at the mess he made on my face. My slobber is all over my mouth and chin from his dick. He moans at the sight before he stops fucking me and I take control. I start bobbing my head on his dick and stroking him, "Uhh fuck yes princess. Make me cum! Fucking hell." I feel his hips buck as his cum hits the back of my throat. He groans and moans as he cums. He pulls out once he's done, "Lemme see princess." I open my mouth to show him his cum on my tongue. He chuckles, "Swallow."

I swallow his salty cum as I look up at him, "Good girl." As we're both panting and trying to catch our breaths, Eddie tilts my chin and let's me kneel up to his height, kissing my lips. He gently wraps his arms around my hips as he picks me up.

I pull out of the kiss and notice he was walking into the kitchen. "What do you want for breakfast today princess?" I smile and look up at him, "Pancakes and bacon!" He smiled back at me and put me down on the floor, kissing my forehead, "Go put a shirt on love, I'll be back up there in a minute."

"Okay!" I say as I sway my hips going back into our bedroom, feeling his eyes stare my ass down. I look over my shoulder to see him already looking at me. "Don't make me fuck you again princess." He says as he gives me a knee weakening smirk.

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sensei-venus · 11 months

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Could I ask for a little something with Hawk and his chubby gf wanting to go to the beach but she feels insecure because she wants to wear a bikini but feels like she can't

I'm feeling really down lately

- gemini sensei

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“What about this one? I think you would look so hot in this babe~” Hawk says as he holds up a new bikini set. Reader looks over in his direction and raises a brow. She looks at the swimming pieces before shrugging and looking back at the rack in front of her. Hawk groaned as he tossed the biking back into the pile he made.

They had been at the mall for hours now trying to find a new swimsuit for Reader. The whole dojo was going on a big trip to the beach to hang out. Two whole days of just hanging out on the beach playing games and swimming. It was going to be great and Hawk knew it.

At the moment it wasn't that fun.

Hawk promised Reader that he would take her out to buy her a new bathing suit. He thought it would be fun to take his girlfriend on a mall date and help her pick out a new one. With the summer season rolling in hard most of the clothing shops were already getting in new swimming stuff. After walking around the mall together for a while, kissing and hugging, they found the perfect shop.

It was trendy and cute looking from the outside and there where already a huge rack full of swimsuits out. Walking in they went to work looking for the perfect one for Reader.

But now they had been in that shop for a good hour and Reader still wasn't any closer to finding a new one. She went through every rack, pushing and pulling through the hangers. Her lips shut tight as her eyes scanned every piece. None of them made her feel any better. She talked to Hawk on the way to the mall about wanting to try out a bikini. Something she had never really wear before.

With every new bikini her eyes meet, she grew more and more off put.

Maybe wearing a bikini wasn't such a good idea.

She sighed and moved away from the ravk she was just going though. She couldn't help but let a small pout form on her lips. Hawk was quick to notice the change her her mood. He walked over to her, wrapping a arm around her plump waist. He kissed her cheek before saying “Hey, what's wrong? I thought our date was going pretty good. There are like a shot ton of bikinis to go tough here. We can definitely find the perfect one.”

Reader huffed a little and tried her best to put on a smile.

“What? Am I missing something?”

“I don't know if I should be wearing a bikini...”

He cocked his head at her statement.

“What are you talking about? If you want to wear one then you can wear one.”

“I just don't think I'm going to look good in it…because you know, I’m bigger.”

Hawk almost laughed but only snorted at her. He pulled her in closer to him, his hands finding her ass and giving it a light squeeze. Reader wanted to push him for being a asshole. Or for at least acting like one in that moment. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Reader I think you look hot now, and you being in a bikini is just going to make you even hotter, in my opinion of course. When we go to the beach this week I’m going to have to beat guys off of you with a stick. Listen just because your a little more thick then some other girls doesn’t mean anything. You can still wear a bikini and pull it off like anyone else.” He tried his best to sound soft while he spoke to her.

He kissed at the back of her ear for a moment before pulling away.

Reader could feel herself growing a bit hot. Hawk always made a lot of explicit comments and complained her a lot. It never failed to get her blood pumping in her chest and make her cheeks grow warm.

“You promise your saying that from the heart and not just trying to make me feel better so you can see me walking around in some skimpy bikini on the beach?” Reader breaks from her shyness for a moment. She wiggles her brows at the mohawk haired boy. His own cheeks go red for a split moment, clearly caught with his dirty thoughts.

He rolls his eyes at her as his own blush starts to slowly fade. He coughs into his own hand and says almost mumbled “I mean it’s a plus to see my cute chubby girlfriend in a tiny little bikini on a beach all day. It also kinda help when I get to beat people up for looking at her. Because she’s mine and I’m the only one that gets to ogle her like that~” he snickers.

Reader lets a smile spread over her lips as she looks up at him. She gives him a small peak on the lips.

Hawk slowly detached himself from her and looked though the rack of bikinis. The sound of plastic clicking together filled the air. He finally stopped on a pretty little bikini set. The color matching his girlfriends skin perfectly to a T. He pulled it off the rack and held it up to her with a smirk.

“How about this one?”

Reader tilted her head as she looked at it for a minute. It was a cute little piece and it was in her size. The price wasn’t bad either.

“You could show it off to me when we get home~” he shook it around in his hand. A grin on his face. Reader laughed a little at his enthusiasm. She grabbed the clothing from his hands and held it to her chest. She gave her own little grin.

“I think that could be arranged~”

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itsybiggy · 11 months

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Stuck With Me: Peter Parker x OC

Cute Peter Parker slow burn, less spiderman action more just good ol awkward Parker.

Peter has been in a bad mood all month, but with soon to be divorced parents, trying to figure out what's wrong with him is the last thing Lani needs. Thankfully summer break is here. Lani, Ned, Peter, and MJ set off on the summer vacation road trip to California. Drama ensues

🕸️Chapter 2🕸️

Chapter 1

Master list

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He left me on read. He never does that, like ever. My thoughts begin to wander to attempt to make evenly winged eyeliner.

So much for keeping it positive.

Intrusive thoughts pile up in my mind. I'm not dumb enough to really believe that Peter now hates the mere thought of me; but the little "read" under my text makes me anxious all the same.

I being wracking my brain. Thinking of everything I have said to him in the past weeks. I mean maybe I said something to make him upset or did something and just not realize it. But honestly, it only makes me smile as I recall the jokes we cracked and fun we all have had. Nothing bad is really coming to mind.

My screen is still void of any text notifications.

I check my refection in the mirror, smiling. I usually try to stay positive when it comes to my appearance. And I definitely can't complain of how my butt looks my black maxi skirt. I adjusted my white crop top, making sure the tiny cross stitched spider was visible. After a quick click of my off brand Dock Martins I decided humidity was a virtue and mirror time was over.

It was already 5:15, I didn't feel quiet ready but Ned would be waiting.

~15 minutes later~

"GET IN LOSER WE ARE GOING SHOPPING!" I yell as Ned walks down the apartment stairs.

He gets in the car "Hey."

"Hey." My smile drops and I hope it's subtle. The tone of his voice worried me. Silence between us is uncommon. I squirm a bit in my seat.

Seeing as he isn't going to make conversation, I speak up.

"Did you get the texts from me and Michelle?" I say.

"Yeah, I have no idea what's wrong with him. Maybe we will figure out tonight" he says quickly, shrugs and looks out the window. Silence fills the car again.

I know you can't sound like anything over text, but Ned sounded a lot peppier when we were messaging. What was going on with my friends?

"We should go see a movie after." I make a lame attempt to kindle a conversation.

Ned seems to perk up a bit at this.

"Yes! The Joker is out!"

I laugh at this, I'd never been much for DC superhero comics. Especially when they are made up. It didn't really make a lot of sense why someone would make up a superhero and a supervillain when there are plenty to choose from that are real. Movie production companies have tried to profit off of rising superhero stars. The movies are never as good as the up close and real action.

I shrug "I'll see whatever you want bubby."

He winces at 'bubby' and goes back to looking out the window.

I feel my face getting hot. Ok mental note, after being called bubby for 3 years Ned now doesn't like it.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH MY FRIENDS! Blasts in my mind. My only hope now was that Michelle was normal.

___

To my relief she was. We got to the diner at 6:04, Michelle sitting down at our usual table in the back. We try to sit in the back as to not disturb other customers. Our laughs are usually boisterous and frequent not to mention the cheeky jokes. And all being on the decathlon team, heated arguments or "debates" on some old dudes theories or such tend to heated. But we are high tipping customers so we don't worry about it too much.

"Hey guys surprised to see you have made it here alive." She jokes.

"I don't know where you got that I was a bad driver!" I motion for Ned to take a seat before I slide in next to him.

"Oh I think you know." She winks.

"what?" I look at her, perplexed before she shakes her head.

"Speak of the devil" she said just as Peter walks through the door.

The little bell at the top of the door gives a joyful ring. Peter flinches but his body quickly moved back into its slightly hunched position with a frown on his face. Oh great.

"Hey Peter!" I say as he sits down next to Michelle.

He looks into my eyes and gives a slight smile. But says nothing.

A waiter soon comes around with menus "Can I get you started off with anything to drink?"

"I will have a coke." Michelle starts.

"Same." Peter mumbles.

"Sprite." Says Ned cheerfully.

"Tea for me please and thank you." I say brightly, I had to stay positive. I am with my friends to get away from negativity, not have more of it.

Once the waiter left we all began talking. Peter slowly starts engaging more, and it seems to feel right again. Something about him is definitely off; though that does make me very worried about him, I know now was not the time to ask. I will just do my best to cheer my moody friend up.

I smile, mentally stepping back from the conversation, contentment filled my heart. There is nowhere I would rather be and no group of people I would rather be with. I mean they are the only friends I have...

Good Eats has become a favorite of ours. We started eating here for dinner or after school almost every weekend, for about 3 years now. It was cheap for the quality of simple yet delicious diner food. But it's usually pretty quiet in the evenings— (we learned the hard way to avoid it during the mornings where the line is out the door.) —a steady stream of customers usually taking things to-go. Which I don't get, a big part of this place being great is the aesthetic. It reminds me of a 70s diner and most likely opened then. Yellow booths, a jute box always playing great oldies music, kinda ugly wallpaper, and warm lighting. And the store owner is a really nice guy. He usually brings his grandkids. It's always funny when you get rung up by a 10-year-old or have your water refilled by a 7-year-old. Since we have been coming for so long so often, the owner has a special discount for us "I've got to treat my best customers right!" he always says I'm pretty sure it's just a %10 student discount. We usually tip as much much as we can.

I snapped back into reality when I heard my name. I didn't really know who it came from.

"What?" I said shacking my head out of the clouds.

"We were asking about the van. Summer break is almost here, when is Caroline gonna be ready?" Ned asks

"Oh right, I would say just in time for school to let out." I say.

We have been planning our summer break since school started this year. It will be our last summer vacation ever, so it had to be epic. I always get excited butterflies from it, but it is usually mixed with dread too. Dread because I know when I get home my parents will be officially divorced. Not that I haven't known this was coming or that it needs to happen. It definitely does, I have a cup bruise on the side of my head to prove it.

No, nope stop! I feel my eyes watering. Internally I let out a big sigh. This summer vacation has to be perfect. I don't know what I will do if it's not.

"Alright let's go over the plans one last time," Peter says.

I smile reaching into my purse, and pull out a small, light pink, piece of paper. 1-10 lists of things we need to do while we are in California. We had decided a beach trip is definitely what we need.

I clear my throat and begin to read.

1. start off at Stark Tower to go over things with Tony such as Hotels, food reservations, and tickets

Did I mention all of this was Peter's early birthday gift from TS himself. We are all pretty jazzed. And by that I mean we about shit our pants when Peter told us.

2. head out across the country stopping at the finest Tony Stark hotels (hotels with penthouse suites that Tony has frequent so much he just straight up bought the hotels.)

3 get to LA and check out our crib

4. beach

5. Disney Land

6. More beach

7. eat at a super fancy restaurant

8. ruins of Mr. Stark's Malibu mansion

9. Santa Monica Pier

10. hike to the Hollywood sign

It was a packed summer for sure, but it had to be the best, it just had to be. My last slice of happiness before I move away with my mom, before I move from Queens to which ever relative my mom decides to move close to. Away from all of my friends, who are more of a family then my real ones. Who have gotten me through so much, stuck by my side through it all. And even feeling upset makes me feel like I'm a monster. I want to support my mom, but I don't want this! I don't want to be away from them. Away...I hate that word.

"You ok La?" Ned asks his hand rests on my back, lightly rubbing it.

My cheeks grow warm with embarrassment- I was crying. And of course Ned's kind questioning made more tears flow. I quickly wipe my eyes with my sleeve, and give a quick fake smile to my friends. They look concerned, except Peter. He looks almost angry, this made me cry more. Amazing.

"Yeah I'm fine. I-uh-i yawned." I stammer, I yawned wtf, who would believe that?!

"What the hell Lani?! No one's yawns make them cry that much." Michelle said, her voice rose she was almost laughing at the dumb lie that came out of my mouth. But I knew she was just concerned.

Ned quickly drops his hand from my back, my head instinctively turning towards him. He's looking at Peter.

"I'm fine I, I-just." I paused. I had told them about my parents getting a divorce, but not much. More importantly, I hadn't told them I was moving, and I wasn't planning on it till the trip is over. If they knew it would just ruin the whole trip for me. Not to mention I was so scared to even say it out loud, it would just make it seem more real. I tried my hardest to not think about it ever. Yea I know it's is unhealthy, but it's how I'm coping now. Might as well let future Lani deal with it.

"It's just my parents divorce, it's getting close to the last of all the court stuff. I just, can't stop thinking about it." My face continued the hot embarrassed sensation. I felt my under arms tingle and I could feel their eyes in me. My eyes stayed glued on my hands like my left depended on it.

There was a small pause. Oh gosh this is embarrassing.

"Lani, no madder what, you will always have us. We love you." Michelle finally said. Her tender words caught me off guard.

I looked back at her, giving a genuine smile "Thanks, that means a lot."

But the little voice in the back of my mind kept screaming Except they won't always be there for you.

"Are you guys ready to order?" We all jumped a bit as the waiter had finally returned to serve us. She placed each of our drinks in front of us.

After we ordered I had asked if we could just forget I said anything, what I needed was a fun night with my friends. They all agreed and once Ned had brought up The Joker, a new conversation sprung. I was just happy to not discuss anything family related.

___

Once we had all gotten and eaten our food, we decided to head to the movie theater to watch The Joker.

"Ok how about Peter pays for drink, Ned pays for Popcorn, and Lani pays for the tickets?" Michelle suggests as we walk into the theater.

"Um, that's convenient, seeing as you pay for nothing." Said Peter, slightly annoyed "and we should all pay for our own tickets, they are too expensive for Lani to pay for alone."

Michelle give a little snicker before we all decide it was every man for himself/herself.

I walk up to the counter, and smile brightly at the young man at the register. "Four tickets for The Joker, please and thank you."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out." He replies in a monotone voice.

"What?!" Ned exclaimed "but- I just checked online like 5 hours ago."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out" he repeats in the same voice. I don't blame him, he has probably had to say this so many people tonight.

"Hey, guys it's fine we can just pick another movie!" I say trying to lift their spirits.

"It 2 is out." Michelle offers.

Oh no

"Yeah I'm down" says Ned.

Oh no

"Yeah me too" says Peter.

Shit

Three pairs of eyes look at me. I give a sheepish smile. I get scared very easily, they know this, but I'm willing to take one for the team... even if it means I won't sleep for a few da-weeks. "Yes, let's go see It 2" I say in a fake enthusiastic tone.

I turn back to the man at the register "um, four for... It 2 please."

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The theater is completely empty, which makes it about 1099999373783298xs more scary. It's a pretty popular movie so the rows of seats absent of people makes it feel like the twilight zone. We look around, deciding to sit in the far back.

I see Peter hanging back, walking slowly behind us. Strategically, I begin to slow my pace; slipping behind MJ to sit beside Peter. If there is anything that will distract me from the killer clown, it's Peter. We enter the row and settled in. And Peter grabs my hand.

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hi slushie (my redacted blog is cashandprizes in case this helps)! saw your post about work stuff and idk if any of this will help but just some ideas. for context i will say I'm also in school and working part time at an office job and can definitely struggle somedays to stay on task!

Category 1: skills/techniques

Organize your stuff - but not how other people tell you, in a way that works for your brain. So many people will tell you to get a planner and if regular journaling/writing doesn't work for you, this probably won't. I will say I make a google calendar for each class and put assignments and reminders in before the semester starts from the syllabus. As for work stuff, honestly I have my basic tasks that I'm always doing and the rest I get five million messages about in the work group chat. But this might not work for your brain! Maybe you're a sticky note person, or maybe you like phone reminders. Maybe you need fun notepads like this. You know your brain best.

Figure out the optimal background noise configuration to make your brain work. Some people put on music, others put on podcasts, some people listen to nature sounds, some people need complete silence (noise-canceling headphones are great for this). If you know you've been most productive in school libraries or coffee shops, find that ambience and play it. I always recommend mynoise because it really helped me during the pandemic and there's so many noise machines (nature sounds, public spaces where people "talk", ambiance, music, etc.) - I find the brain "hacking" (binural beats) are adjustable enough to keep me focused without being too anxious and can be hidden under music. But there's always youtube asmr or lofigirl or any number of other things - again, you're your own best expert

Timing. I'm a major pomodoro fan, because I find the work-break-work-break-work-long break system really helpful for not just keeping me on task but reminding me to get up and stretch. pomfocus allows you to modify the timers and I like it a lot, but you can also use a phone timer. what's useful for me is knowing that there's a set time limit - all things end, and I can keep trying and being unsuccessful but at least i did it for that whole time. idk, works for me, maybe it will work for you. or not, that's okay too!

Reward system. the rewards might be the most important part (might just be me). sometimes motivation is getting to the reward, sometimes it's being done, and if it's getting to the reward you gotta have a fun reward. I have set things to be my rewards that I enjoy (playing five minutes of a phone game, watching a video, scrolling down tumblr) like I made a playlist of shorts and short videos on youtube to watch during breaks. That and stretching out my body helps a lot and reminds me to stay focused when I am working.

Good snacks. I had a professor in undergrad tell me "if you're going to have a meeting with yourself you need a good snack" and she was wrong about a lot of things but not that. sometimes having an easy and yummy snack food and a yummy drink makes the difference when you're working.

Figure out what distracts you and plan for it. the thing is you can't eliminate every distraction, right? but if you plan for how to handle them, that can help. so first figure out what gets you distracted (silent enough to hear your thoughts, hearing other conversations, being cold/hot, uncomfortable chair, etc.) and see if you can manage that or plan for it. for example my office is freezing in the summer and sweltering in the winter, so I dress in layers and keep a snuggie in my desk when I'm on campus because if I don't i will spend all day complaining about the temperature and not working. do i look ridiculous in the snuggie, sure, but i wasn't shivering and got my stuff done.

Category 2: support systems

accountability buddies. if you have friends or coworkers or whoever that you can be like "ok. i am going to do this. if you see me on discord/tumblr please fist fight me" that is so helpful. sometimes when I'm working remotely I will sit in discord vcs to parallel play because I know it keeps me accountable for doing my work. if you can find or make something like that happen, it might help you stay on task or keep you motivated?

friends/supports in general. sometimes it's really nice to just talk about how you're struggling. they can't always fix it, but it can be nice to just be heard and validated. also, if you have coworkers, they might have had similar experiences or you might all be struggling, which could be an indicator that you are not The Drama

talking with supervisors/advisors/etc. definitely daunting, but sometimes talking to supervisors can be helpful - or it can suck. try to figure out their vibes and ask other coworkers first. you might also be able to get resources from your advisor, trusted professors, campus resources, etc. that are worth investigating.

i'll keep it short, but i always feel obligated to ask if you've considered therapy - it's because i'm in therapy school and this is my life sorry. it's not for everyone, but some people find it useful.

wow jesus sorry this was so long. i hope maybe any of this was helpful??? i am sorry you are struggling and i hope you have some good outlets to work through it and some solid friends. i hope things improve!!! wishing you the best (also i love your art not totally related but we praise your art constantly in the discord)

Hi, Lexi. Thank you so much for giving such a detailed explanation omg :")) it definitely helps a lot and it gives me peace of mind to have actionable steps like you've given me, I will try to apply them and hopefully they can help me get back on my feet again. And thank you for the kind words, and for always supporting my art; your kindness gives me the strength to keep doing what I do ^^ To everyone else, I hope these tips can be of use to you too!!

#slushiesaves #slushieanswers

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I wanted to complain about an old guy I meet from time to time in a park but it turned out to be a pretty long story. So if you want to read about how being polite to a stranger led up to me actively changing my routine to avoid him, keep reading.

I started going to a park for my lunch break almost two years ago (that is, when it was nice outside) to eat and listen to a podcast or read. An old guy started wishing me to enjoy my meal and it felt weid - it's not really normal to talk to strangers here - but I thought "oh well, it's an old guy, he probably wants to be nice and doesn't have people to talk to". So I just smiled and thanked. Then after couple of days he started asking me what am I eating and then he started talking to me about other things too. I understood from what he was saying that he is pretty rich - he was recommending me some rice that costs like 10 times what I'm usually paying for rice and he kept talking about how his son went to uni in the US. Usually he talked to me only for a couple minutes but still, I was kind of bothered because I wanted to sit in peace and enjoy my podcast or book, not to talk to a stranger. But I was trying not to be rude to an old person. I was glad when it was cold outside again, that meant I'm staying in my office and can read in peace.

When I started going out the next year, I had a couple of months of peace. But then in the summer I stumbled upon him when I was entering the park. I hadn't seen him for so long that I didn't mind meeting him, I smiled politely and greeted him as I walked by. He started asking me questions and even though I wanted to leave many times, he ended up talking to me my whole lunch break.

And that was when I started getting really uncomfortable talking to him. During that conversation, he: - asked me for my number (saying we could message every day in English to practice) - asked me out for coffee - gave me compliments about my outfit and tell me I'm not dressing like "other women" but in a way he, "an old-school guy" likes it. I told him I very much dress like other women. - "jokingly" suggested I travel with him to Dubai because he's sure I'd appreciate the art gallery there. He complained how hard it is to find people who like art to travel with him and that he meets a lot of gold diggers. He told me he's sure I'm not one. I should note, he knows I have a partner. - told me he studied psychology back in the day, among other things, and that he's sure I'm a very sweet, positive and optimistic, smiling all the time. I told him he couldn't be more wrong. It's funny how he thinks he can see "the real me" when I'm just being polite to an old man I don't know. - walked me back to my place of work (uncomfortable and scary) - told me I shouldn't go out in the sun because I have such a lovely fair skin.

So since that conversation he's been giving me the ick. And I started wishing I wouldn't meet him and actively tried avoiding it. I started going to a different part of the park and just generally switching the places I used to sit at. After a couple of weeks I met him again. I was reading, he interrupted me and said how happy he was to see me and that he's been afraid I've been avoiding him. "Well I'm just sitting where there is a free spot," I said with a polite smile. I lied. I should've been honest but I lied. "I hope I'm not interrupting," he said. I pointed at my book and said "well, I'm reading..." He kept talking to me and at the end of our conversation said I look angry and that he'll let me go on with my reading. Because this time I wasn't smiling politely the whole time.

I don't like talking to him, I never have. But in trying to be polite to a stranger, who is an older person too, I failed to stand for myself and set boundaries. And I know how stupid and just generally bad that is. I shouldn't be forced to change my habits and what I want to do because I'm afraid I'd meet that guy. But I just don't want to confront him. And I don't want to see him. So my best option was to avoid him.

It's february now but I started going to the park again, just to walk around and stretch my legs. Two times now I've seen him from afar before I went into the park and both times I nearly got an heart attack and turned around as fast and I could and just tried to disappear without him seeing me. I suspect he did see me today, but I hope he didn't recognise me. What I'll do in the summer I don't know. Maybe I'll learn to stand up for myself.

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My Son.

Fleamont Potter x James Potter

Summary: James finds out Fleamont isn’t his biological father and questions everything he knew.

TW: There is a mention of miscarriage, but its very small. There is a lot of sadness

A/n: Thank you, @sheraayasher, for encouraging me and for proff reading! Golden Slumbers will continue after this. In this, James is imagined as AaronTaylor Johnson and Fleamont as Oscar Issac

James was on summer break and was catching up with some of his old friends from the neighborhood a week before the rest of his friends from Hogwarts came to stay. It was a simple comment. Honestly, it wasn't even meant to set him off. A few of them were squibs and were complaining about how strict their parents were with their curfews.

"Well my dad is the best. But then again, he says it is his good nature, so he never has to worry." His smile grew brighter at the thought of his father. But between the others were a shared glance of worry.

"You don't seriously believe that, do you?" One of the girls piped up.

"What do you mean? Of course I do." There was genuine confusion in his voice.

"He is not even your biological dad. I think that kind of thing has to be learned anyway.' Her comment wasn't malicious. She was simply stating her opinion. But it wasn't a thought that had ever crossed his mind. While the conversation carried on. James slowly withdrew into his mind. How could he miss something like that?

"l think I'm gonna go... I have to get the house prepared for the others." He pulls out his wallet and puts down enough cash for everyone's breakfast. "It was great seeing you again." He gave a tight-lipped smile before he began his trek home.

When he got home, he immediately went to his room and pulled out pictures from his desk. As he sorted through them, he began to realize that he and his father really didn't look anything alike, aside from the glasses and their smile.

At dinner, he found himself pushing his food around on the plate, giving short answers to his parents' questions. They soon gave up and began a quiet conversation between themselves. He took the time to inspect them. They were obviously, almost sickeningly, in love with each other. Fleamont looked at Euphemia as if she had hung the stars

It had been hard for them for a while. A month after Jameshad turned 5, they decided to try for another kid, but that turned out badly. James could recall his mothers sobs from their room one night. Fleamont had sat James down in the living room, trying to explain it to him. Looking back on it, he saw that they only drew closer and grew stronger from that. Why hadn't his father looked at James in disgust or with a disdainful look. He wasn't even his son, and years later, James realized that Fleamont would never really have a true son. With a deep sigh, he asked to be excused from the table. He could feel the tears beginning to form and didn't want them to question him.

"Monty, do you think James and Lily broke up? Or maybe something happened with Sirius?" Her heart broke at the possibility that the boy she considered a second son could be going through

"I don't know, darling. I think he would have told us. wouldn't he?" He quickly finished scooping rice into his mouth before offering to do the dishes so she could go check on him.

"I think... maybe you should go check on him? If it does have to do with Lily, I think you would be the better person to console him." Fleamont gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before making his way up the stairs. As he reached James's door, his knees popped, a testament to his old age.

"James, bud, can I come in?" He asks but is met with no response. He knocks one more time before letting himself in. His heart drops at the sight of his son with his head hanging in his hands. Fleamont pulled out his desk chair and sat before him.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong? Did something happen with Lily?" He hears the scoff. James lets out. What could it be? They usually never had any trouble talking. Their family was open and honest.

"Like you care." Fleamonts eyebrows raise at the comment.

"I do care, that's why I'm asking." Reaching out a hand

to take James's, he is stunned when James lurches back before standing up in a haste.

"HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU AREN'T MY REAL FATHER? I HAD TO LEARN THIS FROM SOMEONE ELSE! DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING THAT IS?" James could feel his hands begin to shake. "Why did you stay then? Did you feel obligated to stay with mom because she was having someone else's kid? Do you look at me and wish that it had worked out differently?"

For a moment, it was silent. Fleamonts jaw clenched, and his eyes squinted a bit before he stood up.

"You are my son, James. There is nothing in this world that could change that. Nothing could make the love I have for you falter. There was no obligation to stay with Euphemia, I loved her, and I still do. The fact that she was pregnant before I married her never changed the way I felt. How could you ever think that I look at you differently, that I don't love you as if you were my own? You are my own. You are my son."

Taking a deep breath, he tabs a hand over the lower half of his face.

"There was never a need to tell you that I wasn't your biological father. We thought it was obvious." He let out a light chuckle as he gestured between him and his son.

James could feel his whole body now shaking, his heart physically hurt. Hear Fleamont announce that he loved James and that he was his son... it clicked in his mind that he had reacted the wrong way. Looking up at his father through his tear blurred eyes, he could see Fleamont take a step closer, and that was all he needed to be rushing forward into his fathers arms. The force of the impact had made Fleamont brace himself with a small step backward

Both the Potter boys were in tears now. Fleamont was

rubbing his hand on his son's back in a comforting motion.

"My son, you have no idea how much you mean to me." He pressed a kiss to his head. Bringing James to sit at the end of his bed, Fleamont kept his hold tight around James.

"I am sorry for yelling, dad. I should have been reasonable." His voice breaking.

"You did react reasonably. We should have had this conversation when you were younger."

James and Fleamont sat like that for quite a while. Euphemia stood in the doorway for a few moments with her hand on her heart. There was no longer a doubt in James's mind about his fathers love.

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scandinavianfairytale · 2 years

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Him & I

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Warnings: Summer time fun, (inappropriate) ice cream consumption, so much domesticity & lots of old married couple style bantering, so many feelings 🥰🥺, Ivar & Reader are too cute 🥰 but their partners are getting suspicious 😬😅

It was unusually hot this summer. So much so that you accepted Ivar's invitation to his family house on Anholt island for a few days for this heatwave to pass. The Lothbroks rented the Air Taxi for the whole extended bunch, now including Freydis, Erik, Tora and you.

The extended weekend everyone took off work was much appreciated as well as the swim in the cold Atlantic ocean. Everyone got along very well, playing volleyball and board games, cooking big meals together and playing drinking games in the evenings.

But then the reality caught up with them and Monday evening came and everyone started packing. The whole mood changed. You were complaining to Erik about not wanting to go back to the city and the heat and the responsibilities.

"I get it, but the more you complain, the harder it'll be to connect back tomorrow. I can help you pack, if you want." Erik suggested as he glanced at his watch.

"No, it's fine."

Erik walked downstairs with his suitcase and sat on it as he waited in the entryway.

"Where's your better half?" Freydis asked as she sat down on her suitcase next to him.

"Upstairs complaining about not wanting to leave." He chuckled.

"I can't wait to get back to the city. There is a concert I'm dying to go to this Friday."

"Same. I'm so excited to return home, even with the heatwave...I really don't like living out of the suitcase."

"Hey Ivar, can you check on Miss Always Complaining upstairs? I fear she just unpacked everything in protest." Erik joked as he saw Ivar going up the stairs.

You were staring at the folded clothes and grimacing when a knock on the door startled you.

"Geez Erik, I'm almost done, okay?" You called at the door, but then Ivar opened it and you sighed.

"It's just you."

"Thanks for that." Ivar laughed and folded his arms over his chest, observing your pouty packing.

"Sorry...it's just...I really don't like the idea of going back to work." You sighed, leaning back on the bed.

"I know. You hadn't had a break in over 9 months, minus Christmas." He walked in the room, sitting next to you on the floor.

"I really needed this..." you gestured at the house. "but I'm still so tired and the idea that I'll have to log back in tomorrow is making me nauseous."

"Do you want to stay?" Ivar asked as he observed you.

"No...I can't, you went through so much trouble to organize the air taxi and everyone took their vacations...I can't ask anyone to stay."

"Well you're not asking. I'm asking. And I'm only asking you." You met his eyes. "If you say you need more, we can make that happen. We just call our bosses and ask for a few more days. They'll manage without us."

"You'll stay too?" You asked surprised.

"Someone has to make sure you don't get into trouble." Ivar laughed.

"I think you must've us confused. I'm the one that keeps you away from trouble, not the other way around." You laughed as well.

"Hey, you two," Torvi's voice came booming through the hallway but she stopped talking and smiled as her head poked through the door and she saw you two sitting on the floor laughing. "How about you two move your butts to the taxi and continue your conversation there."

"We're staying for a few more days." Ivar replied simply, smiling at Torvi.

"Alone?" Torvi's eyebrows fused with her hairline. "I mean Erik and Freydis aren't staying with you?"

"I haven't asked Erik...but he made it clear he doesn't want to stay..." You shrugged your shoulders.

"And Freydis wants to go to a concert." Ivar added.

"Well...okay then. Have fun." Torvi smirked as she walked away. Maybe this time alone will finally make you realize that you are with wrong partners.

As she arrived downstairs without the two missing pieces Erik and Freydis wondered where you were.

~Freydis & Ivar~

"What do you mean you're staying?" Freydis asked, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at him.

"She needs this, I told you that I'm worried about her."

"She's an adult, I'm pretty sure she doesn't need you to take care of her. Besides, I really want to go to that concert I've been telling you about for months now."

"And I told you I don't want to go. I thought we agreed that you're going to go with your friends." Ivar sighed. He had this conversation for what feels like 10000 times.

"Yeah, but I wanted to sleep at your place."

"I can give you the keys if that's the issue."

"You're really going to leave me alone for the whole week?" Freydis was getting annoyed.

"Are you suggesting I leave my friend of 10 years alone in the middle of nowhere so that I wait for you one night to get home after a party?" Ivar asked incredulously.

"I guess it's not a discussion, is it? Enjoy your time away from me." Freydis glared and walked away. Ivar pinched the bridge of his nose.

~Erik & you~

"Look, I get that you're tired, but avoiding going back to work won't make it magically disappear..." Erik tried to persuade you.

"Erik, we've been through this. I'm stressed and I need a break."

"You just had a break." Your boyfriend pointed out confused.

"Two days is not a break."

"It was a break for me."

"Well I'm not you. Also our jobs are significantly different, so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop disregarding something that you have no idea about." You bit back at him. You hated having this conversation. Erik went in to hug you, but you pushed him away.

"You're right, maybe it'll be good if you took some time away from the city and relaxed." He said stiffly and kissed your cheek, before walking away.

After everyone left the house felt quiet and empty.

"What put you in a sour mood?" You asked as you studied Ivar's frowning face.

"How about we don't talk about it?" He suggested and plopped down on the couch. You sat next to him and together you sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I didn't mean for you to be quiet." Ivar's head resting on the sofa turned to you.

"I know. I don't wanna talk either. Can we watch TV and then go to sleep. I promise I'll be better company tomorrow." You gave him a haphazard smile.

"Erik?" Ivar asked. You nodded.

"Freydis?" You asked a few seconds later. Ivar nodded. You sighed and Ivar turned on the TV. You ended up watching a romantic comedy The Lost City and laughed throughout the movie and continued with Modern Family, both of you falling asleep somewhere in the middle of Season 2, completely exhausted.

When Ivar woke up the next morning completely stiff, the first thing he needed to do was stretch and the cracking of his bones woke you up.

"This was the perfect place to sleep." You giggled and yawned at the same time.

"I think this means we're old." He sighed as his back cracked.

"You're old, my bones are still fine." You joked, but when you stood up and stretched everything started cracking.

"Yup, that's the sound of a young person." Ivar joked.

It was nice spending time alone with Ivar again. Since the relationship with Freydis became more serious - when he told her he loved her, it seemed to you as though she has been permanently glued to Ivar.

For the next 5 days Ivar spoiled you, he let you sleep in even though he is usually up at 6 am and he made sure pancakes were always waiting for you when you woke up.

"You don't have to make me pancakes, Ivar. I'm sure there are better things for you to do than wait for me to get up." You said on your second day.

"You could just say thank you, you know." Ivar grinned at your happy expression.

"Thank you." You smiled sweetly at him.

"I really don't mind making pancakes. Besides they make you so happy that if I didn't make them, I'd feel guilty."

"They do make me really happy." You giggled and cut a big chunk of a Nutella stuffed pancake.

After the clean-up you made your way to the small beach and enjoyed the recluse from the heat that the soft Atlantic breeze provided. You were finally nearing the end of the book you have been reading for the last 7 months, when Ivar reappeared from somewhere holding two ice-creams and offered you the lemon flavoured one.

Humming your thank you, you pounced on the ice cream, hoping for the internal cool-down of your body. Glancing at Ivar he gulped down the ice cream - like he always did and you shook your head, focusing your attention on the book again.

"Ugh...brain freeze." Ivar shuddered and held his temples.

"That would imply you have a brain..." You replied, not glancing away from your book. You could feel his glare on you and you couldn't help but grin. Looking up, you only caught a glimpse of him leaning over and smearing his ice cream on your nose.

"Nose freeze." He laughed as you shrieked at the cool ice.

After the sun weakened you went to the water to cool down and finally swim for a bit. Ivar had a very different strategy of entering the water - while you ran in and dove head first, he liked to take his time.

"Hey, grandpa Grumpy, are you coming in or not?" You called from a few feet away, droplets of ocean water dripping down your forehead.

"Screw you, it's so cold!" Ivar called at you, slowly making progress by splashing a bit of water on his body to get accustomed to the change in temperature. A wicked smile crossed your lips and you dove underneath the water surface, swimming towards him and reappearing right in front of him.

"Boo." You grinned.

"I get why your parents call you Mermaid." Ivar smiled at you. You perched up at the shoreline, the top part of your body out of the water and the lower part submerged.

"When I was little my favourite fairytale was The Little Mermaid. And I thought that if I just stay in the water long enough, I'd grow a tail. So I would swim and dive and wait for my tail to finally appear but my parents always forcefully removed me from the water because my lips turned blue and they were scared for me." Smiling at the memory you gazed at the vast ocean. "I really thought that if I just tough it out, I'd finally get my wish. That's why they still call me Little Mermaid." Your eyes focused on Ivar again who was now turned towards you and sporting a soft smile.

A loud curse tore from his throat as you splashed water at him.

"You're such a baby. The water is not even that cold." You laughed.

"You just wait. I'll make you pay."

"Only if you can catch me." You stuck your tongue out at him and dove back in the water.

Your battle continued in the water with both of you splashing and dunking each other. You were so loud that in the end only the two of you remained in the water while everyone else packed their bags and left.

Giggling like the two idiots that you were, you made your way back to the house to make dinner and watch the series again.

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"We're going back tomorrow." Ivar pointed out as you watched Modern Family. Burying your face into a pillow, you groaned.

"Don't spoil our last day here."

"I've been wanting to ask you something for a while now...this might be the last chance I'll get."

Pausing the show you turned to him, crossing your legs under you, ready for a 'real talk'. You motioned for him to continue.

"You know your opinion means a lot to me..." Ivar paused and you slowly nodded. "I noticed a few things recently and I wanted to ask you what you thought about Freydis?" Searching his eyes, you were surprised by the question.

"She's okay. I mean I wouldn't call her my friend, but I don't mind her." You shrugged your shoulders.

"Okay, but I want to hear your opinion on her with me."

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy." You forced a smile on your face.

"That doesn't answer my question." Ivar rolled his eyes.

"I don't think my opinion is needed here. You're the one dating her, so what I think has no value."

"But when you say things like that, it makes me think you really don't like her."

"Why do you need to hear what I think, especially if you think I have a not so great opinion of her?"

"Because if this relationship will be long-term, I don't want to lose you, because deep down you don't like her." Ivar averted his eyes from you. "You mean so much to me. We've been friends for such a long time and no relationship is worth compromising that. So, please, tell me what you think."

Running your fingers through your scalp and sighing, you observed him.

"Ugh, fine. I think she's kind of rude, selfish, opinionated bordering on judgy and controlling." Ivar remained quiet. "But my opinion of your girlfriend shouldn't be a factor in your relationship. I only experience a fraction of her and I have no way of knowing how she is when you're alone. Our friendship is not going to end because I might not be the biggest fan of her. I promise." You smiled.

"She is very opinionated, isn't she?" He laughed a few silent moments later.

"Very much so. You know I have no problem with that in general, but on Sunday I couldn't get even a word in when she went on a rampage on the meat industry. And when anyone wanted to say something she just disregarded everything or refused to listen."

"I remember and then everyone just started talking about other things and she was insulted." Ivar mused. You scratched your temple at that, looking away from him and gathering the courage.

"Since we're on the subject...care to share your thoughts on Erik?" You met his eyes. It was his turn to be uncomfortable.

"He's okay."

"But...?" You continued for him, making him sigh.

"He's not exactly the guy I thought you'd end up dating."

"Meaning what?"

"Look this is just somethings I picked up on and I might be exaggerating...but he tends to disregard you and your worries, he's manipulative, he doesn't get your humor and he has a ridiculously high opinion of himself."

You slowly nodded.

"You know I've been having the feeling that he's trying to manipulate me sometimes..." You felt a pang in your heart.

"You're not an easy person to manipulate."

"I thought you'd be with a different kind of person too..." You finally said and Ivar's heart skipped a beat.

Thank you for reading! 💙🥰

The GIFs are not mine - they belong to the amazing creators 🙏😊

I'm back at the Ivar x Reader train and this time with a long story 😁 I'm trying to get a few stories out these days because I'm leaving in 2 days for a month and I have no idea how much time I'll have for writing during the trip 🙈 but I am so excited, 5 weeks away from here and with my favourite people 💙🥰

This is me when I tell people I'm going for 5 weeks 🤭😁👇

#alex hogh andersen #ivar #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar imagine #ivar x reader #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless imagine #ivar ragnarsson imagine #ivar ragnarsson x reader #moder ivar #vikings #modern vikings #fanfic #short story #him and i #accidental series

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yesyourstalker · 7 months

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Mahi: hey boss.....

Neta: hey Mahi. Today is going to be really busy. Summer just started and the ankle biters are out of school so-

Mahi: there's this guy

Neta:............. gooooo oooooon

Warabi: ohhhhhhh I need to hear this!

Mahi: so there's this guy and he's really nice. I mean he's not nice but he's not an asshole...... well he's not mean to me. That's all I'm going to say. I like him I think he likes me but I don't-

Warabi: here's what you need to do. You need to let them talk. Don't say anything just listen to what he likes. Their favorite color, what they like to eat celebrity crush. What's their favorite TV show. You can tell a lot about a person when they talk about their favorite wife on ' The real housewives of foam bay'. My favorite was Shelly because she always started shit with the wives. Cod she really stirred the pot!

Mahi: I don't think He watches that show

Warabi: Oh....he. sounds like trash you should dump him.

Neta: I agree with Warabi he doesn't sound like a good boyfriend. Who doesn't like that show?! Tho I prefer Reef she was headstrong and had a sharp tongue on her. I love that in a woman.

Mahi: I'm not even dating him yet!! That's why I came to you so I can! Can we stop talking about the show?!

Neta: ok ok.... Warabi was right about the listening part, but you actually need listen to their complaints. What do they hate? Who do they hate? Listen to their problems, what stresses them out, What makes them angry? While they're complaining Make sure you acknowledge them while they're complaining. You know throw a little 'ah uh' and 'okay' and make sure you throw in little 'oh that sucks' let them know that you're listening to them makes them feel heard. Also observe them pay attention to certain things their quirks there beige flags. Make sure they notice it too. You get what I'm saying. I see you, I hear you, I got you babe. I'm here for you. Even when you think I'm not. You understand you get it

Mahi: I think.......

Neta: okay so when ikkan use to come home from tours he would always come back stressed and agitated and over stimulated. He used to complain that he hated when people used to force conversation after shows. He'd just go to his trailer and listen to music on the shitty speaker that was always too loud and eat leftover ramen from the gas station and have a very lukewarm shower.

Warabi: He yelled at me on his way to the trailer once. He's so mean after shows.

Neta: shut up.....So when I pick him up at the train station I wouldn't even try to have a conversation. Just have a quiet peaceful trip home.. I put on his favorite record on low, ran a hot salt bath and ordered his favorite takeout.Let him take a nap and spend the rest of the night on the couch watching a movie...... tho. Sometimes we don't even watch the movies........heyeah......he fucking love mental intimacy and attentiveness...He was really into that

Warabi: mmmmmm....interesting

Mahi: uhhh ............ I don't think that's going to get me a boyfriend.

Neta: what the fuck will? Who is this guy? Let me see em............................ohshit........uhauhahahahhaha-....hahaha......*cough*...*cough*....... Wow! He's (wheeze).......I'm sorry allergies. Wow! he's interested in you? He's great. Very-uh talented guy he's- uhehehe.... Warabi Tell them!

Warabi:.let me see....... mahi we can't be friends.

Mahi: What what's wrong with him!? He's cute and he's......he likes me! What's wrong with him?!

Warabi: MIZOLE?!? Oh my Cod! He's such a-He's such a douchebag! I swear he thinks he revolutionized music and sees himself as some sort of innovator! He's just bargain bin ichiya!!

Mahi: That's not true!!

Warabi: Yes it is! He starts one-sided beef with other musicians for no fucking reason! He's UGH Cod.....fine ....whatever.......if it makes you happy....... If he cheats I'm breaking his legs!

Neta:hehehe *cough* uhhh... I mean he might be different around you. Maybe, I don't know. I haven't met him, I mean I did meet him once. He was........................ anyway! You might see a different side of him that we don't. This is good I'm happy for you Mahi. You said that he might like you back so just go for it. Be confident and be genuine. You're a great kid this will work out. Who knows maybe you might bring out a kinder and softer side of (wheeze) HAHAHAHAHAGSH I'm sorry! I tried to hold it in! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Mahi: you guys are dicks!....... HE'S CUTE....... and -and he's nice. He really is! Can you please just give him a chance?!.... .....fuck you guys!!! I don't even know why I even came to you! Warabi you haven't had a stable relationship in 4 years!!

Warabi: I haven't been in a monogamous relationship is 4 years

Mahi: being non-committal does not make you non-monogamous Warabi! Neta! You're still texting to taka!!! WHY??

Neta: whaaaat! He takes me to nice restaurants and buys me stuff ......... Is that so bad?

Mahi: YES!! that's worth the painful mediocrity?? Get some standards! fuck both of you! I'm gonna go text him.

Neta: Mahi come back! You're right, we're no better! We're sorry.........................................come back ..... he's gone...*sigh* Ohhhhhhh please doesn't break their heart. mizole......... he's such a piece of-

Warabi: Shit. Yeah. Yeah he is.

Neta: I was going to say a piece of work but sure

Warabi: Cod He's going to start visiting the apartment. fuck! He's going to start visiting the store now!!........... I really hope this won't end up like a spike situation. Maybe you're right. Maybe he's nicer around mahi...

Neta: let's hope so

Warabi: ...........soooo.......Tell me more about the semi toxic relationship we have with takaaaaa.

Neta: Go clean the bathroom.

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#This took longer than I expected #a lot of rewrites and I still don't like it #mizo would have these Twitter arguments with other musicians every other day #like he's an asshole but gives off I'm an asshole to everyone except for my partner energy #He treats mahi right but everyone else like shit #yes neta is still seeing taka but it's a one-sided relationship taka is in love but neta feels nothing #he's only dating him until he can open up his other store and move back in with ikkan in 2 years #ikkan is aware if this and It's fine with it because neta makes taka order carrot cake every time they go on a date #it's stored it in the freezer so he can eat it when he visits #is it fucked up? a little bit. but it doesn't matter because taka is in love with the concept of Neta not actually him #It's like when guys are attracted to hot goth girls but on attracted to them as people but as an aesthetic I don't know. I'm rambling #Warabi Just wants to be in a relationship but doesn't want the responsibilities that come with a relationship

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twilightarc-gm · 1 month

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Ask games are fun! ❤️ 👻 🎁 :)

ROBIN! 😊 Hi~ My perennial friend~ Always enabling me~

For this ask game~ Here

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic? Round 2 of this question, I need to go find another line...[dial up noises]... Gonna cheat and say it's the last line here that inspired this art HERE! From Jiaoren!JC AU, of course. I really don't think I'll ever be that good at writing again. //dreamy sigh// Crying and sobbing over this one. Just STAY WWX!! 😭😭😭

Wèi Wúxiàn’s arms tighten around him. “Let’s walk back together, just lean on me.” “It’s fine.” “Take a step. I got you.” “I know how to walk.” But now it’s like the second night he tried, clinging to Wèi Wúxiàn’s shoulders and wishing he were in the water instead. And wishing that Wèi Wúxiàn would just stay so he wouldn’t fall at all.

👻 What is your wildest headcanon? Round 3 of this question!! I'm really boring, lovelies, my headcanons aren't that wild in general. Like I try to be very reasonable about what makes sense to extrapolate from canon material. //spins the wheel// May I interest you in the headcanon that (novel) Mianmian is from the Laoling Qin sect? 1. In a sect big enough to be worth taking disciples hostage during Evil Summer Camp. 2. Regarded well enough to have a seat at the Midnight Meeting to complain about (in her case, defend) WWX. Possibly meaning she was in the SSC too, during which Qin Su was known to be rescued by JGY (who now does the seating arrangements). 3. Though Qin Su's mother had her maid Bicao, (Watsonian observation) Qin Su has no maid by the time we see her, which coincidently is also after Mianmian has already left her sect. 🔍 Is any of this related? Who knows!

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share? Round 2 of sharing time~ Snippet of upcoming chapter for JC Gets a Divorce AU

"Aiya! I wanted to see the academy again for nostalgia's sake. A-Líng’s there you know? I was hoping to see him and turns out he's friends with Jǐngyí so that worked out. He was mad you didn't show up though. Madder still when I made excuses for you. Just like his father, right? I can't catch a break." "It's your fault because you won't just suck it up and talk to a-Jiě. What the fuck is wrong with you Wèi Wúxiàn?" Seriously.... SERIOUSLY! For the first time since Wèi Wúxiàn trapezed back into Jiāng Chéng's life, he didn't have enough face to take the shame. All the light goes out him, and the bruises under his eyes become pronounced. "How would you tell her you never called because you knew she would talk you into returning?" He feels glued to the ground. He feels like he's become a pillar holding up all the world. He can barely move, but what he can manage means he's straightening the cuff of his right sleeve. It's not a nervous tick. It isn't. He has jaw pain trying to make the words leave his tongue and get past his teeth. "I would have let her. I would not have left."

Get his ass, JC! BWahahah ... aheM! Anyway...

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I have so many WIPs now just hanging out for all the world to see and it makes me very nervous that they aren't complete, but it's so much fun sharing them regardless. Phew! Okay I got no work done today, that was amazing, thanks for playing!! 😘

#chengxian #luo qingyang #qin su #mdzs #headcanon #asks answered #twi fics

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lohkeuncensored · 4 months

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Sometimes ranting about my issues help, but you're not obligated to pay attention

I've never failed anything school related; I was close once, back when I was 15, but I've always pulled through with mediocre to high grades.

The way things are going right now, that might change soon.

I'm on the 5th semester of my bachelors and I am so burnt out. I've gotten through a lot by the help of spite, but this semester (which I started out being so excited and interested) have drained me so much. And I blame all of it on my study group.

We are four in the group. Me, Tamara, Klaus and Martin. The class was split into two special lines at the end of the 4th semester, which made it difficult to create my own group for this semester as we were told to, as all the people I talked to chose the other special line of the education.

Tamara asked me if I wanted to group up, which I agreed to. I was just happy to be asked, you know?

The school wanted us to create 3-man groups, but on the first day after summer vacation it turned out that there was two 2-man groups, so we were combined into one 4-man group. I should have protested that.

Klaus was new to the class, as he'd just gotten back from a year with being sick due to stress, so I don't really blame him for anything; I know things can be hard, and I understand the struggles. Basic empathy, right?

The second time he called out from having a bad day, we all told him that we hoped that he'd feel better soon, as you do. And then the other two started talking about him in class, while he was home: they agreed that mental issues was just a bad excuse, and that you just had pull yourself together get past it. So, it was confirmed that I wouldn't be able to talk with them if I had issue, got it.

I told Klaus, privately, to let me know if there was anything I could do to help and that the others weren't as understanding to mental struggles.

We've been projecting a renovation of a 215 year old hospital/school building, and distributed different parts of the building between us. I got the top floor and the roof, and was to find a solution for getting more natural light.

The building is currently condemned due to mold, so we were geared up like we were in Breaking Bad when we got to go and see it.

Anyway, back to my issue.

I did sketches upon sketches of potential solutions, and we discussed it in the group, as one should with it being a group project, but every time I opened the digital model that we'd started on Martin had been in there and changed things in my work.

"Why is there a glass wall on my floor?" Martin thought that the best way to get natural light in a symmetrical building was to remove the right side of the hipped roof, making the ridge go all the way out the the wall and then put in a glass wall instead of bricks.

"Who moved the gypsum wall on my floor?" Martin thought that I had placed it wrong and moved it without asking.

On the topic of possible solutions for more natural light, I barely managed to suggest a dormer before Martin loudly proclaimed "no" and when asked for a reason, he said "because they're ugly" instead of being constructive.

Besides there being tonnes of more examples like this, he's also said things like "I have a friend who'd siding with Palestine, which is clearly wrong," and it feels like there's been at least one racist or general chauvinist comment on a daily basis, and it's just built up.

When I've complained to the others, they've been understanding and seemingly on my side, until I've tried to confront Martin on his behavior. I understand Klaus not wanting to get into a confrontation; he barely knows us and is still trying to get past his own issues. Tamara on the other hand are "apparently" trying to be neutral and find a middle road, without really noticing that Martin is messing with things that were already approved by the group and ruining several hours of my work without reason. But hey, it's not her work that he's messing with, so it's not that bad, right?

I tried to tell him that if there was things he was unhappy with, he should tell us when it first discussed, instead of bringing it up weeks later, when I'm about to put the finishing touches on my work. He legitimately just dismissed my complaint and ignored me, so yeah, I admit it, I got a bit emotional due to the disrespect. I'm a crier because no one ever taught me how to regulate my emotions, and I don't deal overly well when people won't listen to me.

And then fucking Tamara interfered by, condescendingly, saying "you shouldn't get emotional, Lohke. You're an adult and about to soon enter the workforce and no one wants to hire someone emotional."

Admittedly, I blew a casket.

I stood up and yelled at her "that it just doesn't always work like that, Tamara!" and fucked off to go cry in the bathroom.

I'm the oldest one of the four of us, but honestly Tamara seems to be of the idea that she's the most mature, presumably because she is the only one who has a child.

I can not with people talking down to me like that. I've been in the workforce for close to a freaking decade, and I've never been treated with this level of disrespect from someone who wasn't family before.

The last couple of months since then, I've stopped coming with inputs to the project, because I honestly don't care anymore. Everything has piled up too much and I've fallen into a hole of apathy, that I can't claim out of.

The exam is soon and I'm not overly hopeful.

If you've read this far, please cross your fingers that I'll at least manage a passing grade. Thanks.

#personal #mental struggles #i hate group projects

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magpies4nights · 4 months

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huh (Dev log # I'M ON 4?!!?!?!)

Hi guys! It’s me, @magpies4days on a different blog! That’s really the only promise I kept. Whoops. That’s why I don’t do promises. Anyways, since the last time I updated y'all, I passed all my finals and everything that was important. Yep, I passed my finals, which seems miraculous, because I accidentally studied the wrong study guide for my history exam and didn't really sleep enough the night before, and I got a 90 on it, which I'll be honest, that was the lowest grade I've ever gotten on a test in that class, but it's still an A so I won't cry about it. I turned in a really shitty essay too for one of my classes, but it seems that my professor didn’t actually read it because she gave me a 100 (ain’t gonna complain about that). I also procrastinated so hard on my graphic design final that I did it in like 3 hours and finished it 2 minutes before it was late. I still turned it in 5 minutes late because my computer decided it was funny to start acting up. Oh well, I passed that class, even for honor's standards. Normally I would be happy getting a B because I'd get a C and still celebrate but unfortunately I slayed too hard that my GPA was the minimum requirement for the Honor's organization to notice me. That's the Thinker in my Myers Briggs type showing baybee (JK JK I'm an INFP (unfortunately.)). Anyways, I’m on my winter break, and as much as I love getting breaks, god I forgot how much I hate summer and winter breaks. Summer breaks make me depressed because I have nothing to do, and winter breaks make me depressed because it’s literally the worst season of the year (cold weather (I have cold urticaria), dry air, less sun, the position of the sun is weird, and d3 barely does anything).

Anyways, onto the actual dev stuff. I probably should’ve figured this out the moment I started my idea, but I found out that to export my game to Mac, I’d have to have a developer id and pay for it. Which now I understand why most indie devs never upload to Mac. Oh well. (Fun fact: Mac actually has a feature called BootCamp which lets you portion your hard drive to allow you to have a Windows driver (Be wise on your portioning though because it’s permanent). I found this out when I was 16 and trying to download Pizza Tower demos. Totally not saying that so you could play it on your “Mac,” *wink wink*).

I had to switch my dialog stuff from a script I found on the internet, to an add-on that most Godot devs use ( Dialogic). I know. I am awful. However, there is a reason to this, and it’s entirely because I am an idiot. I have experimented with how Godot exports JSONs, and as it turns out, the images nor the audio would load! The text would, but it’s just not the same, especially when the dialog box is supposed to change with the character speaking. While it could be something in my code that is causing this to happen, or I'm forgetting to export something else while checking off all the boxes, it still gives me a headache and I decided it was for the best to switch. I may not be able to code for now, but there may be a day when I can. Hopefully. I had to change the layout of the dialog stuff because Dialogic kinda makes it like a visual novel kinda thing. I decided to torture myself and make everyone have different heights. Don't worry, everyone has relatively normal heights. Except for mayyybe Sleepy Weepy. They're like 6'2 (which may mean there's some cutoff for their sprites).

Aaaaanyways, enough about me suffering about dialog again. I’ve been working on the beginning and ending cutscene so that I can first torture everyone with 5 minutes of dialog in the beginning and then at the end music with text that may give people a hard time reading the lyrics. The animation isn’t done, but the text kinda is??? I’ll have to revise it like I have the past 56 times because my future self is hard to please, and I think everyone is out of character except Xandra.

Yeahhh, that’s about it so far. I made new music while I was being harassed with finals. Take a gander, but with your ears. Or don't, forcing you is unethical.

Top 10 Sleepy Weepy of all time!!!!! (This is doesn't even make it in the honorable mentions)

#gasa4 #fan game #fan made music #gasa4sc #gasa4 snackcore #gasa4 sleepy weepy #Scaperat

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I’m the anon that asked about Pecco and the factory vs satellite bikes, I just finished my hospital shift and I’m literally sat in my car right now cuz I’ve been waiting to read your answer since I got the notification on my phone that you posted, and I just want to say that I will never get why some fans love putting riders or drivers on a pedestal and say that they never do any wrong, they ARE in fact human even if some feel like they aren’t -Marc I’m looking at you- but yeah they are human and make mistakes and they should apologise and never repeat it, but what pissed me the most about Pecco is him driving while drunk cuz as a trauma surgeon I will never forgive anyone who knows that they are drunk and make the choice to drive, and then his comment about periods; kindly shut the fuck up Pecco, I love you and support you as a rider but that made me lose some respect I have for him as a person, women don’t whine when they have their periods: I just finished being on call for 24 hours while I’m on my first day and wanted to die when I was doing a surgery and my back and stomach were killing me but I never complained, so for him as a man who never experienced period pain to come and say that he was in so much pain that he complained like a woman on period.

and I just realised that this is a long ask but thank you so much for being a safe space and hold the riders accountable when they do mistakes cuz they are human and we all make mistakes no matter how we try and not make any mistake it’s how we learn to grow as human; so yeah if my favourite driver or rider said or did something bad I will talk about it and hold him accountable and not forget about it like some fans do

Hi again anon 👋👋👋👋. I hope you had a good shift in the hospital and not too many Emergency surgeries.

People really have notifications for when I post? Really? I mean I'm just a regular girl in my corner making silly post and ranting. It seriously flatters me.

I think the difference is being a fan or a hooligan. A fan or a true fan understands that behind the PR there's a human and they either understand or ignore it. A hooligan will actually defend them because they have put them in a pedestal. I don't understand why people just refuses to believe they little guy is capable of bad things, but as we have been saying all day long, they are human and they make mistake. I hope he learned from them, which is the important. And apology, which not everyone did.

My guess is because it was summer break and Ibiza. I find it incredible is that Spanish police let him off the hook because of who he was. If I did that (I'm Spaniard, or for the matter anyone), we lost points in or driving license and have to pay fines, jail time even depending on the implications. We have to thank he didn't get injured, and that he crashed in a roundabout, because he could have crashed into a house, or a cliff, or worst killed someone.

About the period comment, I'm just going to say there a general misbelieve that women are the weak sex, and I love to see men try the period cramp simulations. At level 1 some of them are already crying. I do know that pain tolerance is something that varies from person to person, but generally speaking, women have a higher pain tolerance than men. I'm a women, and lucky I've never suffer on my period, but I head is like 10x a quick in the balls, and we all know how much guys complain and need to recover from that. So next time, try to use that.

This just reminded me of the meme with football players with a male on the floor crying and asking to be changed and a stretcher BECAUSE ANOTHER PLAYER STEPPED ON HIM , while a female is asking the coach to not change them when she is actively bleeding. Which just illustrates that maybe are guys the weak ones.

Hey don't worry, unless you are being on purpose an ass of coming with hate, this will always be a safe space. It will always be a space open to discussion (with respect) when we don't share opinions because I love to learn other people's point of view or different opinions or informations.

#Ask #Anon's tag #Surgeon anon's tag(?)#MotoGP #Anti-Bagnaia #<- for blacklisting #Sport #Gender

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